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Wednesday:) WordPress Writer’s WOW Moment~ 75,000 Views

3 Aug

“The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.” ― Muriel Rukeyser


Some of you already know this, and some of you are new here on my page… I started writing my blog January 1, 2013. It was my New Year’s challenge. I love to write, so I wanted to see if I could write a blog post every day for an entire year, 365 consecutive days. I wasn’t sure if  I could do it, but when I give myself a challenge, I don’t give up.  

Well, if you notice today’s date, August 2, 2017, not only did I meet my challenge, but I haven’t missed a day in 4 1/2 years. There were a couple of internet glitches where my story didn’t get posted on time, but one was written every day for 1,687 days so far. 

I remember when I reached 10,000 views. I couldn’t believe it. Me, a no name writer-wannabe, had my stories viewed 10,000 times. Then, there were 100 followers, then 200 followers. Now, I have over 1,000 followers! Oh my goodness! Every time I reached another amazing milestone on my stats, I would share my amazement with my wonderful readers.

When I started writing in 2013, my posts were the typical suburban housewife tales of tennis matches, friends, family, happenings on the square, and everyday life in McKinney Texas. This blog has seen me through my early countless carefree moments, all the way through a devastating divorce, betrayal, pain and more. This has become my daily diary, my escape, and my voice.

Each day that I shared my life and my world with you, this helped me grow, learn, and heal. Now, I start each day looking for something interesting, beautiful, positive, or inspirational, so I can share it with all my new friends that I’ve made here, and all the old friends I’ve known for ages. 

Today, I hit 75,147 views during my 1,687 days of writing, and I’ve had 38,554 visitors.

The number of people following my blog is just overwhelming. 1,186 followers. Woa!!! How did that happen??? I guess writers and readers are like me. The most popular days and hour of views is Sunday at 3 a.m.  Sounds about right.

My new goal, or shall I say, my new mission, is ” To boldly go where no man has gone before.” I’m going to shoot for FIVE YEARS. I also happen to be a huge STAR TREK fan.

“Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.”

So, that’s what I’be been doing…EXPLORE NEW WORLDs~ I actually ate sushi and went to the VFW Hall to sing karaoke. SEEK OUT NEW LIFE AND NEW CIVILIZATIONS~ I have ventured out past McKinney and went to Plano, Allen, and Prosper. I even drove to Oklahoma! Now, that’s some strange civilization right there. TO BOLDLY GO WHERE…well, you know the rest. This is my five year mission. Wish me luck and “BEAM ME UP, SCOTTY.”


Thursday:) This Is What Happened~ Experiment by Jeff Hayden

21 Jul

“A compliment is verbal sunshine.”

~Robert Orben


I’ve been writing for many years, but I’ve also been reading and learning along the way. What better way to learn how to write, grow, and learn about life and yourself, than to read what other people have to say.

I was especially tickled when I read this post by Jeff Hayden. He gave himself an interesting challenge, and I’d like to challenge you to give it a try. I’ll admit that I already do this every day on a smaller scale. Sunday at church, greeting at the door, is my most rewarding day. 

This may be a long read, and if you don’t have time to finish the entire post, here’s a synopsis. Jeff challenged himself to compliment everyone he saw for an entire day. Everyone he made eye contact with, whether friend or total stranger. Here’s the thing, when you compliment someone, they smile and feel good, and in turn, you feel good for making someone happy. It’s contagious. 

 Sunday, greeting at the door of St. Gabriel’s, I have the perfect opportunity to say, “Beuatiful dress. I love your hat. Look at those handsome young men. You girls look so pretty today. Let me see that precious baby.” And the list goes on. I find the more I compliment people, the easier it is to be genuine and share my observations. 

Challenges are wonderful. I remember when I challenged myself to write a blog post every day for one entire year. Impossible! Well, it’s over 4 1/2 years later, and I still write every day. This is post number 1,675.

So, I challenge you to give it a try. Compliment someone, or everyone. You’ll find that one day turns into a week, turns into a way of life. You’ll never know how much one kind word might brighten someone’s day.

By the way, you are a very kind and special person. Why? Because you are reading this and you put up with my ramblings. Love you guys!


This Is What Happened When I Complimented Every Person I Met for an entire day.Jeff Haden

Ghostwriter, Speaker, Inc. Magazine Contributing Editor

No one gets enough praise. No one gets enough recognition. The reason is simple: Very few of us praise and recognize people as often as we should.

I know I don’t.
So in the spirit of challenging myself (like when I was foolish enough to 5,000 pushups in one day), I decided I would compliment everyone I ran into for an entire day–even just in passing, whether I knew them or not, whether it seemed socially appropriate or not…and whether or not I could think of something (anything) I could compliment them about.
While that might sound easier than doing 5,000 pushups, for me it wasn’t. I’m fairly shy and don’t go out of my way to speak to people I don’t know. (You might even argue that I go out of my way not to speak to people I don’t know.)
And here’s how that little experiment went.
The Rules
Challenges work best when you impose structure, helping you stay on track and reducing the temptation to lose resolve and rationalize that you should change your goal midstream.

For this challenge, the structure was simple:
If I made eye contact with someone, I had to compliment them in some way…
… and to make sure I never chickened out, I had to actively try to make eye contact. I couldn’t intentionally look away.

But I didn’t have to compliment people already having a conversation, or on the phone, or wearing headphones.

And I couldn’t hide away all day. I had to go out into the world at least four times.

So with that in mind…

The first few were really easy.
I was rolling the trash out to the street and saw my neighbor. She has a great collection of plants and flowers, so I said, “I’m always impressed by how beautiful your plants are. You have a real gift.” Her face lit up. I don’t think I made her day, but I do think I helped get her day off to a good start.
Then I went for a quick walk on the beach. Since it’s fall, many of the people I met were walking their dogs or throwing balls into the surf for them to retrieve.
“You have a beautiful dog,” I said to the first one. He smiled and I realized I had complimented his dog, not him. Although many dog owners don’t see a difference…still.
So I followed up with, “She always seems so happy. You must take really good care of her.” He beamed and I realized I was right: Complimenting a person’s dog (or child or car or whatever) is nice, but making the compliment personal makes a bigger impact.
So that’s what I did. I told one man he had done an amazing job training his dog. I complimented a lady on what a great job she did grooming her dog.
I felt pretty smug. Complimenting people was easier than I thought.
Then, off in the distance, I saw a fit, pretty, 20-something young woman headed my way. No dog. No third person-ish thing to compliment. Uh-oh.
I didn’t want to be that guy, that older guy who goes around randomly complimenting young women and comes off creepy and, well, icky.
I started to walk slower. I was thinking furiously but had nothing.
Then, from about 20 feet away, she made eye contact and smiled; not a half smile, not an automatic “good morning” smile, but a big, genuine smile.
I smiled back and said, “Thanks.”
“For what?” she said.
“Lots of times when I’m walking people don’t even make eye contact. I’ve always thought that was kind of rude. You seeming so happy and saying hi was really nice.”
She smiled even bigger and said, “How could I not be happy when I’m out here? Have a great day.”
I know: What I came up with was pretty lame. But I like to think she walked away feeling good about herself, if only for a moment or two, which was the whole point of the exercise.
And I felt pretty good about myself, too, at least until I later led with, “Your daughter is really cute,” only to be told, “Thank you, but he’s a boy.”
Oh well.
Except for a few miscues, by this point I was rolling. I had learned to quickly size people up and pick out something obvious to compliment: how they cared for their animals, how they landscaped their yards, even how they dressed.
Yep: I even managed to whip out a, “That is such a pretty sweater–I wish I had your fashion sense.” (And to my surprise, she took it well.)
Then I went to the grocery store.
And let’s just say that no one in a grocery store expects you to walk by and compliment them–not even the people who work there.
And let’s just say that, “Wow, you picked the perfect melon,” isn’t the right way to go.
And neither is, “You look like you’re on a mission. You seem extremely well organized.”
And, “I wish I was as good at choosing the right steaks as you are,” falls pretty flat.
And I wanted to give up. In some settings, it seemed, compliments are not just unexpected but also unwanted.
But I decided to try one more time, but with a twist. I decided to ask for help, because asking for help is implicitly complimentary: If I ask you for help, that means you know something I don’t know, can do something I can’t do…asking you for help is like saying, “I respect your knowledge/skill/experience.”
That’s what I did. I was in the seafood section and made eye contact with a 30-something woman. She didn’t smile or nod (gulp!) but I forged ahead.
“I’m terrible at picking the right piece of salmon,” I said. “Can I bother you for a second and ask you to help me?” And she did. She actually seemed to enjoy it.
And I got to say, “I really appreciate it. Thanks for helping me, and for being so nice.”
So while I did have a couple tough moments, especially when I was standing in the checkout line behind an extremely frazzled father with three borderline out of control kids–the last thing he seemed to want was a random compliment–I made it out of the grocery store and through the parking lot with my compliment streak intact.
But I do have to admit I was relieved to get back in the car.
Dumb move No. 2: I went to the gym.
On one hand, it was easier: Most people wear headphones when they work out, so that eliminated them from my challenge.
On the other hand, moving from bench to squat rack to machines to free weights meant at some point I ran into almost everyone who was at the gym.
Still. One guy was benching 325 pounds for reps. Easy compliment. A woman was doing a split and then laying all the way forward on the mat. Another easy compliment. A guy jumped in and helped an apparent newcomer with his form on squats; presumptuous, yes, but also kind, since the way the guy was bending his back was a recipe for injury. When I ran into the Good Samaritan a few minutes later it was easy for me to say, “That was really nice of you to help him out.”
Then I found myself doing pull-downs near a guy doing seated rows. And I had nothing.
Then I noticed the tattoo on his forearm.
And I was in. “I really like your tattoo,” I said.
He smiled, said thanks, and then spent the next five minutes talking all about it: where he got it, how he came up with the design, what it means to him…. And I realized that sometimes the easiest thing to compliment is the thing that people seem to want you to notice or are obviously proud of: a tattoo, a piercing, an unusual hair color…a Porsche, a Hayabusa, a tricked-out truck…almost everyone has something they do or say or wear that they feel represents who they are inside.
All you have to do is look for it.
What I Learned
I can’t say it was easy. Complimenting every person I ran into got easier, but never easy. It’s not hard to compliment people you meet who are doing their jobs: grocery clerks, managers, front-desk people at the gym…saying thanks and telling them they did something well is fairly easy.
All you have to do is remember to do it.
Complimenting “random” people is harder but surprisingly rewarding. It was fun to watch people’s faces light up.
You’ll think so, too. Every day, people around you do good things. Most of those people don’t work for you; in fact, most of them have no relationship with you, professional or personal. Compliment them for something they would least expect.
Expected feels good.
Unexpected makes an even bigger impact.
Complimenting people who try something different can also be hard. Do it anyway. Status quo is often status safe. Taking a risk, however small, is hard, especially if you’re insecure. Insecurity feeds off silence, so mention when you see someone trying something different. Compliment the effort. Praise the risk.
Even if what they try doesn’t work, they will know you noticed, and everyone likes to be noticed.
And they’ll know, regardless of how it turns out, that you respect them for trying.
Most of all, make the compliment personal. Compliment what the person did to achieve a certain outcome, not the outcome itself.
And never be afraid to ask for help, because the act of asking is a compliment in itself–and then gives you the chance to praise someone for his or her knowledge and skill.
Give it a try. Commit to complimenting five people today, or 10, or nearly everyone you meet.
It’s not easy, but I promise you’ll make the day brighter for at least a few people–and you’ll learn a little something about yourself, too.

Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom~ Walk a Mile in My Shoes

8 Jun

“Walking a mile in someone else’s shoes isn’t as much about the walk or the shoes; it’s to be able to think like they think, feel what they feel, and understand why they are who and where they are. Every step is about empathy.”― Toni Sorenson

I often wonder how many pairs of gym shoes I’ve worn out during my many years of walking. How many miles have I walked, yet really haven’t wandered more than a mile or two from home? I’ve walked just about every day since I moved to Texas in ’04, and the 17 years in Hawthorn Woods, IL. Then, a few years in New Jersey. So, if you calculate about two miles a day for, let’s say 300 days a year for over 30 years…hmmm? That’s a minimum of 20,000 miles, but probably more than that. Some days I’ll walk 4 or 5 miles in one day. And where has it gotten me? It always takes me to a very good place.

Chicago is about 900 miles from McKinney, TX.  I could have walked there 22 times.

5,573 miles Distance from McKinney to Rome.  I could have walked there 3.5 times.(But I’d have to swim a little, but I don’t know how to swim.)

Well, you get my point. I walk for my health, for my recreation, and for my soul. It’s my thinking time, my happy time, my crying time. I need my walks.

But,  I do go through a lot of gym shoes. I’ve worn the soles off of these poor guys. 

Worn soles for worn souls. That’s why I share my daily blog. So, now you CAN walk a mile in my shoes. 


The earliest traces of the enlightening proverb date back to the Cherokee tribe of Native Americans, who warned: “Don’t judge a man until you have walked a mile in his shoes”  

Nelle Harper Lee, an American authoress, was seemingly inspired by the saying of the Amerindians in her book “To Kill a Mockingbird,” where she wrote:

“You never really know a man until you understand things from his point of view, until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.
Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird. J.B. Lippincott & Co., 1960

Wednesday:) WOW!!! We Did It…30,000 Visitors, Over 60,000 Views

28 Sep

“Success isn’t achieved by what you’ve accomplished for yourself, but rather what you have shared with others.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


I’ve been watching the stats on my WordPress page for several days. I was getting close to the 60K mark of total views, and almost 30 K total visitors on my blog. It’s been an exciting personal challenge for me to see how many people I could reach with my little mundane stories of faith, family, love, heartache, and heartwarming tales that I’ve experienced along this wonderful but bumpy journey we call life. 

My initial personal challenge was to see if I could write a blog every day for entire year. That first day was January 1, 2013, and guess what? It’s been over  3 1/2 years, and I haven’t missed a day. There were a couple of days my story didn’t get posted because of Internet failure, but the story was written and posted later. I haven’t missed a day. I write and share every day

This writing challenge has been more of an inspiration, a healing, and a constant source of joy. I have met many interesting bloggers and have read many fascinating stories and poems, and have seen fabulous photography and videos.

This afternoon, around 3:30, I saw the 29,999 visitors and I was holding my breath waiting for the next number. YES! At 3:34, I saw 30,000 visitors. 1,378 consecutive posts!

The reason I wrote, “We Did It” in the title is because I just wrote the stories and took the pictures. You are the ones who have read, commented, shared, laughed, cried, and prayed along with me. It is OUR journey. I have shared with you, and have learned so much from you.

597 WordPress followers

347 Facebook followers

117 Twitter followers

36 Tumblr followers


Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom…From Facebook

27 Jul

“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.” ― Dr. Seuss


I’ve said this more than once, ” Everything I know, I’ve learned on Facebook.” Well, not really, but almost. I have hundreds of friends, many of whom are also Facebook friends. They always post cute family pictures and share words of wisdom. I’ll share a few words with you today.

Good advice Lynda!

Now, you have a few words of wisdom to contemplate. Here’s one of the best…There is nothing like a hug to get you through the day, so I’m sending a great big one your way!

Tuesday:) Toni’s Tip of the Day…About Writing

27 Jul

“You’re never too old or too young to learn, to write, or to tell your story.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings


Three and a half years into writing this blog, I still feel like I have something to say, to share. Mostly, my posts are mundane, monotonous, or melodramas of my medieval existence. I also love alliteration, not to be confused with illiteration. It has become an addiction of sorts, a self-proclaimed challenge. I started out challenging myself to write every day for one year. That was January 1st, 2013. I haven’t missed a day yet. Need I say more?

The idea or theme of what to write each day does not always come easily. I may scan through my photos or Facebook for inspiration. Today, I was checking my Twitter entries and reading posts that I follow. My writer friend, Liz, had several re-tweets from writers that she follows. One that caught my eye was from author, Katie Lewis, kathryndlewis.com.

Ms. Lewis explained that if you are a writer and you are not writing, there is only one reason for that…you are lazy. Hmmm? She has a point! She suggested seven points to help avoid being a lazy writer. I will summarize for the lazy writer.

1) Go to the library and look at the books.

2) Read, read them, everyone, everything, including cereal boxes. (I do that, not all the books, but cereal boxes, toothpaste labels.)

3) Learn which writers work for you and which don’t. (Read what you enjoy)

4) Write EVERY DAY. (I do that)

5) Create a space in your home for writing. (Does the couch with the TV on and an iPad on my lap count?)

6) Set a daily writing goal.

7) Play an active role in the creative community.( Funny she should say that. I belong to McKinney Creative Community. Nice talented folks, meeting every second Tuesday)

Then, her final words of advice were profound, if not profane, so I have to abbreviate…


Good advice. My advice…you’re never too old or too young to learn, to write, or to tell your story.

Monday:) My Momentous Manifesto

12 Jul

“You can live with the lie, but you die with the truth.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukatis


“A lie is an affront to the soul, as well as an insult to the intelligence of the person to whom one lies.” 
― Judith McNaught


ONE year ago today, July 11, 2015, I was dancing at my son’s wedding. The mother/son dance was Carole King’s, “Child of Mine.” https://youtu.be/0bDrB47giqs It was the perfect song. I sang in his ear and cried. I’ll always remember that dance. I toasted the happy couple and danced all night. Today is their first wedding anniversary. A day I will always remember. Happy anniversary Joe and Lindsay. 7/11, a lucky day for them.

TWO years ago today, July 11, 2014, I was having a garage sale. I had to pack up nearly 40 years of my life, prepare to leave my home that I loved and lived in for ten years. My husband was already gone, moved out, shacked up with his girlfriend. The divorce almost final, and I was a mess. He left with a handful of clothes, a desk, a bookcase, and moved into a brand new townhouse. He bought all new furniture, appliances, clothes, and threw out all his old junk, including his wife. A day I will always remember. 7/11/14. Not a luck day for me.

THREE years ago today, July 11, 2013, “A day that will live in infamy.” My husband came home drunk again. He said he was having drinks with the guys from the club. I confronted him about his affair with the slut waitress from Craig Ranch TPC. He denied it, said I was crazy, I gave him proof, we fought, he said she meant nothing. I had found all the emails, photos, hotel reservations, texts and more. She wanted my husband, my life, the big house, and a new sugar daddy. She set him up to get caught, all the sneaking around, secret sexual rendezvous, lying, and cheating. He got caught with his pants down. She got her wish. He got what he deserved. He’s stuck with the slut now. A day I will always remember.. 7/11/13. The worst day of my life.

THIS IS MY MANIFESTO, borrowed from Brendon Burchard. 

Today, July 11, 2016, I couldn’t get 7/11 out of my head all day. I went to the doctor for my 6 month check up, went for a walk, talked to some neighbors, tried to take a nap, went for another walk, and tried to get this day out of my head, but I couldn’t. I just called my son to wish him a happy anniversary. This is a new beginning for them. This is a good day for a new beginning for me. It’s been a long hard work in progress. But, they say,  if you proclaim something out loud, put it in writing, and declare it to the world, you can make it happen. I will make it happen. I’ve already started.


 From now on, this will be a good day. This will be the day that I formally declare, “I simply choose to be happy now, to be grateful now, to be a source of love and light for others. I am whole. I am ready. This is my day.”

7/11/16 THIS IS MY DAY

Tuesday:) Telling Tales and Sharing Dreams 

4 May

You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.
~Erin Morgenstern


I enjoy writing every day, sesrching for something interesting, clever, beautiful or heartwarming to share. In the course of blogging every day, you become friends and followers of other writers with fascinating stories. I know I’ll probably never meet any of these wonderful writers, but I feel we have become friends, as we have opened up our lives, our stories, and our hearts to one another. 

This morning, I started reading a short story that really moved me. The words flowed like a gentle stream, and the story was heartwarming. So much so, that I decided to share this story instead of boring you with my mundane life today.

A story by Kim


The Bible camp lay down a long dirt road that left our car brown by the time we arrived. We had packed for the week and waited in line, luggage in tow for our cabinet assignments. The scent of the horses was down wind from where we stood but we could hear them neighing and […]

Into the sunset

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Fantabulous Friday:) Famous People, Celebrity Citing and a Selfie

2 Apr

A celebrity is a person who works hard all of their life to become well known, and then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognized.
~ Fred A. allen


O my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!!!!. I can’t believe this happened to ME. IT WAS LIKE A DREAM! 

I woke up this morning at 7, with all the best intentions of going to kickboxing at the Y. My tooth extraction is doing better, but my right knee is killing me. I over did it at Zumba and walking yesterday. Old age!

I have been procrastinating for over two years on working on my “Great American Novel.” So, I decided today would be the perfect day to write. It was a grey and gloomy morning.  I get too distracted at home, so I decided to gather up my notes, rough draft, and iPad, and head off to the square and hang out at Sweet Spot Bakery until my senior art group at 2.  It’s nice and quiet there, and they have great coffee and sweet treats.

The square is normally pretty dead at 8 am, but today there were four or five nondescript big white paneled vans parked in the loading zone, and all kinds of cars in front of the Grand Hotel next to the bakery. I ended up parking a block away, dodging all kinds of people and equipment on my way. “Must be a pretty big wedding, and it’s only Friday,” I thought, as I plopped down in my usual chair by the window at Sweet Spot. 

All my notes we scattered on the table as I started tapping on my iPad. More commotion and people zipping past the window. About 8:30, I heard Miss Elizabeth let out a loud, “Oh man!” As she clicked off her phone. I wandered over to the counter and asked, “You OK?” 

She said, “I just got an order for six lattes and six blueberry scones, and they want me to deliver them next door ASAP. I’m here alone until Kathy gets here at 9.” She looked flustered as the noisy coffee machine hissed and sputtered.

I said, “I’ll run them over. I’m not busy.” There were also five or six people waiting in line, on a usual dead Friday morning. She whipped up the coffees and bagged the scones like a storm trooper. I grabbed the tray of coffees and bag of scones and proceeded next door to the hotel.

When I arrived, there was no one at the front desk, and there was some thick yellow plastic tape across the entrance. I ducked under the tape, miraculously not spilling or dropping anything. I could see a group of people at the end of the long corridor, so I walked down the hall and shouted, “Hi, are you the folks that ordered the six coffees from next door?”

With that, a bunch of people flew out of an adjoining room, and this big bald guy kept yelling, “CUT, CUT!” Then he looked at me and said, “What do you think you’re doing lady? We’re trying to film here!”

I would have been really, really  upset, but when I looked up, OH MY GOD!…It was George Clooney in the flesh. My mouth fell open, and I nearly dropped the coffees. He quickly grabbed the containers before they slipped from my hand. Smart move. He would have been wearing a gallon of scalding hot lattes.

After my initial shock and having the foresight to close my gaping mouth, I asked, “Mr. Clooney, would you, ah…mind terribly if, ah…I took a picture?” I fumbled for my phone in my pocket while his entourage approached, trying to shoo me away. Mr. Clooney graciously raised his hand with that…it’s ok gesture. With trembling hands, I punched in my cell code, incorrectly a couple of times, then finally tapped the camera icon. Everyone waited patiently, reaching for their coffee, rolling their eyes, while I snapped a picture. A selfie!  CLICK… I LOVE YOU MR. CLOONEY!

IT WAS A DREAM! Damn!  When I clicked the selfie… I woke up from my dream. A vivid, lovely dream. I wrote down all the details so I wouldn’t forget any of it. I told my mom about my dream when I called her at 9 am, and she suggested I save it for my April Fools Day blog. Great idea Mom. 

I still love you Mr. Clooney! 

Happy April Fools Day my friends! 

But, who’s the fool? You missed out George Clooney!

Fantabulous Friday:) 50, 000 Views and Counting

5 Mar

” I never thought I’d get 500 views on my blog, much less 50,000. Now, I believe anything is possible.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


“What the mind can conceive and believe, and the heart desire, you can achieve.” ― Norman Vincent Peale


My goal when I first started writing my blog on January 1, 2013 was to see if I could write a blog every day for one entire. Well, I haven’t missed a day yet, more than three years later, I haven’t run out of things to say. Blog writing is like a drug. Once you start, you get hooked and can’t stop. 1,168 consecutive posts, hundreds of followers, this is what writing is all about.

I’ve made many interesting friends along the way. People that I probably will never meet, but I’ve become a part of their lives, and they have become a part of mine. It’s a very interesting world out there if you take the time to open your eyes.

I thought a few weeks ago that I was  getting very near to a landmark 50,000 views, but I thought I had a long way to go. When I looked yesterday at my stats, I found that I had already passed that magic number. Amazing!!! I am proud and honored and humbled and excited, all rolled into one bundle of ecstatic achievement. Thank you for reading., looking at all the goofy pictures, and not laughing too hard at me.Thank you for being a part of my life and my journey.

 Is this cool or what??????? Try and stop me from writing now!