Random airport thoughts

So I took my first work trip since March of 2020. And as I sit here at the airport waiting for my flight, here are my random thoughts:

  • Why do people put their phones on speaker and talk loudly around others? I mean I get that you might have to have a conversation, but on speaker?
  • Do people really not comprehend that wearing a mask UNDER their noses is not effective? Or are they just being defiant? Lazy? Sloppy? I really want to know.
  • When there is a literal world pandemic and you still cannot bother more than one second of water (and hopefully, maybe some soap) on your hands after using the bathroom…I may have seen patient zero at the airport bathroom.
  • Why do some people still not see that literally breaking into the Capitol with tactical gear as a problem? I truly am confused on this? It seems pretty obvious to me that this is a bad thing. Yet some folks are seemingly ok, if not in full support of this.
  • Why does nearly everything on the Cheesecake Factory menu have to be like 1200 calories. (I had a gift card to use.) Why are portions so big now? Is there anywhere in the world that you can get a reasonable portion, of healthy food when you travel?
  • I realized that I have missed my camera, the act of taking photos, the joy of being creative.
  • I also realized that in the process of working so much I have become stressed, cubby and slightly sad. I need to regain motivation, movement and creativity in my life.
  • I have to admit, that the hardest thing about wearing a mask for a long period of time is admitting that my breath is that bad thing I smell. If you don’t experience this, you must be a magical creature, constantly brush your teeth or lying.

Well, time to board my plane. I hope you enjoyed some random thoughts. Have you had similar?

Hello again. Is there hope?

I know it has been two years since I last wrote a post. And in that year, I only did two posts entirely.

I have missed blogging. Of course, I am not sure anyone missed my blog, but that is ok. I started it years ago to feed my desire to write and be creative. If one person liked it along the way, that’s was a plus. (To that one-hello! How have you been?)

Anyway, today is more wandering thought than creativity. I am sitting at the airport. And of course, while I wait, I am people watching.

I used to travel for work nearly every month, which eventually just ruined my free time and creativity to write on my own blog. Then, COVID struck and I thought, oh I can write now. However, my work became even more time consuming, just from home.

I am flying today, not for work, but a friend’s wedding. Not just any friend though, it’s a friend that I deployed to Iraq with back in 2005. And two other girls from that deployment will be there too. So, even though flying during a pandemic is not ideal, it’s really important. Therefore, I sit. All sanitized. Wearing a mask. And trying to avoid proximity to others.

I cannot lie. It feels different. First, the parking areas at the airport were EMPTY. We were able to drive right up to the parking garage lot. I swear I didn’t notice one car in the Park-n-ride lots that lined the airport road. That was the first majorly different thing. Then, inside the airport there are signs and stickers all over the floor, reminding people to distance and wear their masks. Of course, there are those who don’t pay attention, listen or care. Who knows which reason they are not following directions.

This got me thinking. Having been around the Army for a bit, I am used to following directions. I am used to going the better-safe-than-sorry route. So, it boggles my mind daily when I see and watch people. They argue about wearing masks. They argue about distancing. They argue about everything.

I just don’t get it. Is wearing a mask really impeding on your rights? Heck, I don’t like them either. They are hot. They make my glasses fog up. They are itchy. They don’t look good… and the list goes on. However, if this is one thing I can do to help others not get sick, not get sick myself or just show that I care about people other than myself, I will do it. What’s the big deal already?

And let’s just say, that those scientist people know some things and this mask thing can help. (I know this is a reach for some. But let’s throw out this hypothetical situation.) So IF they do help stop the spread and we all wear them, I have come to the conclusion, there may still be no hope this will get under control.

My lack of hope in improvement is not due to lack of belief in science. It is due to the lack of hope in humans to wear a mask properly. As I sit here, there are masks on most people. Yet, at least a third of them have no idea on how to wear them, or chose to make a statement by not wearing them correctly. Some have them only covering their mouths. Others have them on their chins…protecting who knows what. Others are fancy and wear them like an earring. And then, there are the special ones who won’t wear them at all.

If getting this thing under control relies on people doing something as simple as wearing a mask, I am concerned.

Well, it’s almost time to take my flight. Stay safe out there folks and hang in there. And, can someone please give me a reason to have some hope? It doesn’t look very good right now.


I’m sitting in Canada and wondering where my life is going. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy. Years ago, I was a shell and an empty shell at that. I was cold, but I smiled and pretended to be happy. Really, I was dead inside.

Now, I’m awakening to life, happiness and all the potential the world offers. Yet, I understand the dark thoughts that haunt people in the corners of their mind. Some call it sadness. Some call it depression. Some say, get over it. If it only it were that simple. No one wants to be sad. I certainly don’t. But it’s there lurking for no reason.

So, if you understand that thought, know you are not alone. Take each day at a time and seek the joy and happiness that is surely around. Maybe it’s in a flower, a smile, a salad, a pool…. whatever. Find your space of peace and quiet and joy. You can be happy. You just may need to remove yourself from bad choices/people and seek little things until you feel happy on a regular basis. You can do it. You are the only one who can make it happen.

Share your world-January 2017

I’ve been meaning to do one of Cee’s Share Your World Challenges. And as I looked through my drafts, I found two that I had saved. So here goes a double whammy of shares. Some may be truth. Some may be fiction. Or some may be truth that I wish was fiction, or would it be fiction that I wish was truth. Either way, you can decide.


If you lost a bet and had to dye your hair a color of the rainbow for a week, what color would it be?  

Purple, I would definitely love to have purple hair because it is my favorite color. However, the Army seems to frown on that hair color for some picky reason. But, I try to sneak in some purple here and there when I can. You know, like running shoes with some purple in them. Or, a purple FitBit under my uniform sleeve. Or, a purple cellphone case. I have secret purple! So having purple hair could be fun, at least for a week. Perhaps it would be a week I am not wearing my uniform though, lol.

If you could choose one word to focus on for 2017, what would it be?

Passion. I want to live to the fullest every day. I am passionate about my loved ones, my career and my hobbies. I want to love deeper and be more present. I want to learn more about my career and hobbies and fully engage in them with fun and skill. I want to really embrace all that I can and cherish it, really cherish it. You never know when your time is up…so seize the days now!

What was one thing you learned last year that you added to your life?

Lyra. In 2016, I started taking aerial fitness classes: pole fitness, aerial yoga, silks and lyra. I had no clue what lyra was so when I walked into the class and saw a metal hoop dangling from the ceiling I was like….What the heck? Then, I tried it. It was anything but easy, but it just clicked with me. It hurts and I get bruised and calloused. Yet, I find I am still drawn to it. I want to suffer through it to learn more. I think it’s a way of checking off a bucket list item. I always wanted to be a gymnast when I was little. It just never happened though. I wasn’t in the right area. It was expensive…. So here I am in my 40s, learning to do tricks on a hoop. To me, it just seems like dancing gymnastics, but in the air. It feels graceful and powerful and, simply, it makes me happy. So, I will take my bruises and callouses and wear them with pride while I learn to dance in the air.

Here is a video (not of me-I am not this good yet) of what lyra can look like:

But if you look at my Bucket List page, I do have a few still shots of me learning. 

If life was ‘just a bowl of cherries’… which fruit other than a cherry would you be..?

I don’t want to be fruit! People eat fruit, and being eaten doesn’t sound fun at all. Nope. Nothing to eat here, just move along.


The above was for Cee’s Jan 9th Challenge. Yeah, I know. I am slow, but the first step is admitting you have a problem.


Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

I leave them open generally. I figure if there is a monster, the door will not be the thing that stops him. No, he’s bound to trip on the shoes in there, or the military gear that seems to spill out of its bags. Yeah, he got enough obstacles in there to slow him down. If he gets out of the closet, I want him to have an open door so he can just escape on out of the house for good.

Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?

Definitely. I use them when I go on military duty. And they make it nice for guests. I mean, when I give them fancy hotel shampoo, they politely ignore the fact that the guest bed is uncomfortable.

What is your usual bedtime?

About 20 minutes ago (as of writing this scheduled post). I just keep squeezing more and more into my life and my sleep seems to suffer.

Do you like to use post-it notes?

Too much. I have notes here and there and everywhere. Post-it to-do lists are the best though!

When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?

Christmas. I added some personal notes into the Christmas cards. Yes, actual hand-written, physically mailed Christmas cards.

Any phobias?

I have many fears, but I am not sure they count as phobias. The closest would have to be my thoughts on water. I love water, yet, I know it can kill you. So, I respect it but with a sense of near terror.

Let me explain…I have had several dreams of drowning: in cars that went into the water or getting pulled under by currents. Yet, I still go do water stuff to face it: paddle board yoga, white water rafting, kayaking, snorkeling, sailing trips, Hobie cat rides…There are times when I am clutching onto the boat/raft/etc in fear, but yet I am smiling and telling myself…this is fun, this is fun. Most times, it is. So, I guess I like the adrenaline rush of my potential death that is in the back of my mind?

Oh… I just remembered another. I hate small spaces, so claustrophobia. Yeah, I have that. I hate feeling like I am trapped. Whether it is by walls, crowds or clutter, I don’t want it smothering me. Give me space!

How tall are you?

I am a shortie. I am normally 62.5 inches. But, on days where we do our Army fitness test, I am 63 inches. No, I don’t really get taller, but I stand as tall as I possible can. And, when there is a half inch, they round. So making sure I get that half inch counted gives me an official inch of height. And that official extra inch gives me a weight allowance of four more pounds. When your a short girl who likes to eat, you need those four dang grace pounds! Too bad I can’t stretch two more inches cuz all that holiday eating is still around my waist.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

I am grateful for my water pipe busting this week. Stick with me here. No, I am not crazy, but I am looking at the silver lining.

As I was washing some vegetables, the faucet water just stopped. Um…we have a problem here Houston. So I go outside to find the water man turning my stuff off. Hey, sir. I paid my bills.

Yes, but your going to get a bigger bill if I don’t turn your water off….

Long story short, my water pipe was leaking near the company’s line. Apparently, it had been for some time as there was a saturated path going down the ditch and then down the road. Funny thing is, I saw the water on the road a few days ago. It was around the corner so I didn’t think anything of it. I mean, it was around the corner from me and I don’t even live on the corner.

Anyway, apparently I had been watering the ditch and the road. My next bill will tell me how long: days or weeks. But the silver lining is: I met my neighbor finally (who was really nice and fixed the leak); I now know where my water box is; and I learned a couple of things about pipes. Oh, and the fact that the leak was right near the county connection was a huge bonus! There was no damage to the house and the digging was very minimal…or so we hope but I will have to check it again today after military duty.


Next week, I am super excited as I start a new job! I will be doing public affairs for the Army’s competitive shooting teams. In short, I will run around taking pictures, shooting video, managing social media and traveling with the teams. These folks are so good that some of them have even gone to the Olympics! I could get a chance to go if they qualify. And let’s face it, photographing some people in the Olympics is about the only way I am going to get there.


For Cee’s January 16 Share Your World. 


Time for a drink

Stresses of life can wear us down,

Making us sad, making us frown.

We wish that all were noble and nice,

But some have nothing but hearts of ice.

They only see their power and needs,

And we all wonder, is there an end to their greed?

Answers will come, but only in time.

Let us just hope, it’s not the end of the line.

Meanwhile, we’ll wait and have time to think,

So we may as well all have, a good stiff drink.


For Sally D’s Mobile Photography Challenge ~ Black and White.