I'll fade from sight leavin' only dust.

My breath fogged up the windows of the old car. I reached up at used my sleeve to wipe off the rear view mirror and give myself a clear view of the house I was there to watch. I could see the reflection of the manicured lawn, the illuminated windows, the flag waving gently in the breeze. All taunting me.

I had been here for hours-parked down the street, behind the neighbors neatly trimmed hedges. I could see them, but no one could see me.

For better or for worse, I had to know what was going on. My gut ached with the weight of what I already knew, yet had no proof of. Tonight I was there to prove something. Why I had become so hellbent in proving myself right was still a mystery. It would ruin my life, yet I had to know.

It had become a sick obsession- I scrutinized every detail of him, every day. His smell, the dirt under his fingernails, the inflection in his voice. I had followed him here, doing my best impression of every stealth car chase I had even seen-stay a few cars back, never let them see its you. When he pulled in the driveway, I had driven pass the house, stopping finally when he had gone inside.

I positioned the mirror so I could see the front door of the regal Victorian house. Which room were they in? The kitchen, cooking and laughing together? The living room, snuggled up in front of the fire place? I knew the answer, of course. The bedroom.

The thought made the hairs on my neck stand on end. I continued staring at the mirror, but was not seeing anything but us, and our bedroom. I tried to catch my breath, suddenly everything hit me like a ton of bricks.

When I snapped back to reality, I saw a stream of light from the open door and they were standing on the stoop. He had his arms around her as she nestled her head into his neck. He used to hold me like that, I thought. But it was so long ago, I can't even remember what it feels like. I turned the car on and went to shift it into drive.

A car pulled up next to me and parked before I could even register what was happening.

"You think I didn't see you following me?" He asked, his voice a low growl.

I was shocked. Without saying a word, I put the accelerator to the floor and sped off. I wanted to believe I was leaving him in the dust, but I knew in my heart it was the other way around.

This post is in response to Flicker of Inspiration Prompt #18: Objects in the Mirror at The Lightning and the Lightning Bug

Love was made for me and you.

Hey ya'll! I'm guest posting for Tanya at A Taste of T today. Go check my post out. It's funny. You'll laugh, I promise...well, I laughed but that doesn't always mean much, now does it?

Happy Wednesday everyone! I'm linking up with Jaime at this kind of love for What I'm Loving Wednesday!

I'm loving Franks Hot Sauce-have ya'll heard that commercial where the old lady is like "I put that s#*% on everything"?

Yea, that's me.

I'm loving the slightly overcast, mid 60's weather we've been having. I think Michigan has finally made up it's mind and has decided it fall-yay!

I'm loving cleaning out my closet/car and finding *literally* a whole wardrobes worth of clothes, including my fave sweats from high school.

And yes, I rocked them the next day.

I'm loving the sweet kids I babysat last Friday and will be babysitting again this weekend! I was talking with the girl about music videos and mentioned TRL (anyone else remember that show!?!?! haha). The look of confusion on her face when I explained what it was to her was priceless!

Way to make me feel old, kid!

I'm loving my sweet cousin who is getting married this weekend! I'm not going to the wedding, but I'll be there in spirit. I love love love my cousin and the girl he's marrying is such a sweetheart! I'm so happy for them and wish them a world of happiness!

What are you guys loving today?
And go read my post!

Some days are made for smoking.

I am a former smoker. It's been almost 3 years since I officially quit. Quitting was, hands-down, one of the best decisions I made. I really have no want to start again.

Except...

when I'm stressed.

Seriously, I don't know what it is but every 6-8 months, I decide I'm too stressed out, and the only thing that will help me clam down is to smoke a cigarette. It's usually only one, sometimes two or three, but I haven't bought a pack since I quit. I just bum one at work and go about my day.

For some reason, my crazy brain still thinks that a cigarette is the answer to my crazyness.

I smoked this morning. Just one, and I doubt I'll smoke again today and probably not even for a few months. And the truth is, I felt better!

When I came back inside, I felt relaxed and happier than when I had gone outside. It's probably completely psychosomatic, but that's how I felt.

I just wish when I was stressed that my brain didn't automatically go to "Put some chemicals in your body. Those always do the trick."

Any former smokers still indulge once in a while? Please, make me feel better and tell me I'm not the only one :-)

When my faith is strong I know my strength

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She's on the TV, so beautiful on the screen

It's time to link up with Jaime at this kind of love again for WILW!

One of the things I love most about fall is all the television premieres! There's so many series I'm looking forward to this fall I thought it'd be perfect to share!

I'm loving Sons Of Anarchy! Seriously, its got violence, romance and motorcycles. What more could you want?

Oh and you get to look at this guy for an hour. Sign me up.

I'm loving It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia! This is one of my favorite shows. It's so random and funny, and it definitely crosses the line sometimes but I just love it.

How can you not love kitten mittens?!?!

I'm loving The League! It's definitely a guys show but if you like football/fantasy football and risque humor, tune in.

I'm taking the shiva home this year!

I'm loving How I Met Your Mother! The season premiere was so good and I'm so excited for this season. I totally think Robin and Barney are going to end up together-am I the only one?

I'm loving NBC's comedies-30 Rock, Parks and Rec, Community, The Office. When I march these, I literally have tears in my eyes from laughing so hard. Every single one cracks me up!

And finally, I'm loving my DVR! Seriously, how'd people live before these?!?!

What are ya'll loving this week? Any fall shows you're excited for?

Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?

It was the middle of August and I was fighting a losing battle with my hair. I picked up the black bottle of hair spray and gentle pushed down the nozzle, coating not only my hair but also my shoulders and the counter top in my bathroom with a fine layer of spray. As I inhaled, the alcohol hit the back of my throat.

With a small cough and sigh of resignation, I put down the bottle and opened up the top drawer, revealing a rainbow of make-up- cherry red lipsticks, vibrant blue eye liners, sultry dark shadows. I pushed beyond all of that to find a well-used compact.

I opened the lid to the compact and took out my brushes. I began with lilac, one that had just a hint of shimmer, spreading a thin layer over my brow bone. Cleaning off the brush, I dipped it into the darker color of the palette-a deep, plum purple. With expert motion, I swept the brush across my crease once, then over again deepening the rich color. Finally, a stroke of golden brown at the lash line, to highlight and reflect.

The tube of mascara sat to my right-I picked it up and unscrewed the cap. I passed over each eye, making sure to cover the innermost and outermost lashes; two coats on each side before putting the wand back into the tube.

For the first time, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My brown eyes had gone from ordinary, to sultry, sexy, enticing. I studied my handiwork proudly and softly smiled.

I placed my eye shadows back in the drawer and pulled out my powder, a small pot almost the same shade as my ivory skin. I swirled her brush in the cap, picking up more and more of the powder with each pass. I used the same motion to apply it to my skin, and slowly any imperfections, both imaginary and real, were slowly buffed away. A small hint of color at the apple of my cheeks brought my face to life.

Until my eye caught sight of a few small hairs that had broken free of their confinement, now waving in the breeze of the overhead fan. They were so small, but they were all I could see.

I backed away from the mirror-I couldn’t spend any more time on my hair, I decided.

Exiting the bathroom, I entered my bedroom and looked through my closet, trying to find the perfect outfit in the mess of clothes.

Another sigh of frustration escaped my lips.

Why was getting ready for a first date so nerve wracking?

This is in response to a prompt at Write on Edge: sensory detail.

It's the eye of the tiger, its the thrill of the fight.

I'm a few days belated, but I just wanted to give a huge shout out to my boys for winning the AL Central!

I am seriously so happy-I'm so stoked to go to a play off game (my first!) and I'm so happy I was able to see so many games this year. It was seriously one of the best summers ever!

Also! The Lions have started out 2-0 since the first time in forever (not really, but it feels like that haha) It's sooo nice to wtach a game and know that we're not going to be on the wrong end of a blow out!

And the icing on the cake-I'm undefeated in my Fantasy Football league-is there anything more satisfying than beating a bunch of boys? No, no there is not lol

It's going to be an exciting fall in Detroit!