• Deanna commented on the post, upset 2 years, 7 months ago

    She shouldn’t have been upset that half of her family never mentioned her birthday. They were the half of her family that didn’t much like her anyway. She decided to focus on the good. She was thankful for the other half of her family that wished her a happy birthday and the part of her family that she knew loved her.

  • Deanna commented on the post, spilled 5 years, 10 months ago

    Spilled milk. Never understood how that one was bad because I was never really a big milk drinker.
    Now, spilled coffee will make me cry. I won’t try to drink it off the counter but it really makes me sad to spill coffee. Or Mello Yello. Or ice cream. Oh, coffee ice cream. See, all leads back to a love of coffee!

  • Deanna commented on the post, salesman 6 years, 1 month ago

    My Daddy was a salesman. Matter of fact, my Daddy was the best salesman I’ve ever known. He knows how to read people and he knows exactly what to say to them to help them realize they must buy what he’s selling. What I love is how they never seem to know it wasn’t their idea to buy it.

  • Deanna commented on the post, past 6 years, 3 months ago

    He could not stop thinking about his past and how it would help him in this situation. Somehow everything always seems to happen when it snows and now it’s snowing heavily outside while they were all being held hostages inside by heavily armed masked men.

  • Deanna commented on the post, under 6 years, 3 months ago

    Finally, the moment was now. She was alone, sipping on some egg nog, standing under the mistletoe. He thought about a plan all evening to get her under the mistletoe and there she was, already there. Now he just had to find the courage to walk across the room and seize the moment.

  • Deanna commented on the post, people 6 years, 6 months ago

    Why do people still make me so nervous? As a child and then a teen I was so painfully shy and hated being around people but in college it wasn’t so bad. Now? Now I’m all nervous and shy again around people…

  • Deanna commented on the post, punishment 7 years, 7 months ago

    So is this the punishment for whatever I’ve done wrong in my life? Home alone again with the rest of the family off having fun together and enjoying themselves. And it’s storming.

  • Deanna commented on the post, thirst 7 years, 11 months ago

    Thirst. Nothing seems to quench my thirst the way mello yello does. I should choose water for healthy reasons but honestly, there’s nothing I like better than a nice cool mello yello!

  • Deanna commented on the post, determined 7 years, 11 months ago

    She was determined to leave before she completely lost her sanity which meant it had to be soon. She just hadn’t yet figured out how.

  • Deanna commented on the post, statement 8 years ago

    Her life changed with one simple statement. He said he wanted a divorce and she smiled. She could have a life. She could have freedom. She could finally be happy.

  • Deanna commented on the post, near 8 years, 8 months ago

    Near the end and yet it seems so very far away. Can I survive until then? Will I go insane with the wait? So near and yet so very far..

  • Deanna commented on the post, complete 8 years, 8 months ago

    Complete. I never seem to feel complete. I never seem to be able to complete a story either. Hmm…

  • Deanna commented on the post, commit 8 years, 8 months ago

    He didn’t think he could commit and yet, he said he would. Said he was committed to their relationship. Said he was committed to her and yet, in her heart she knew that was not the truth. Now her heart aches when she hears the word commit…

  • Deanna commented on the post, lens 8 years, 8 months ago

    Looking through a lens at life ends up making a person miss most everything around that might mean something in the long run.

  • Deanna commented on the post, regardless 8 years, 10 months ago

    regardless of the pain she is in each and every day she’s stuck. She can’t escape. She can’t run. Someday. Someday she’ll be free.