#The Last Friday of 2017

Send off 2017, welcome 2018 Fireworks

As my friend says, “Woop tee Do!”

This is exactly what I thought when I just saw a post on Twitter. I did stop to think, I wonder what I did last year on the last Friday of the year. I have not a clue. And in that respect, unless something major happens today, I will probably not have a clue next year as to what I did today.

I suppose I can get on Face Book and check out the memories from this date a year ago, but that wouldn’t be the last Friday of 2016.

Being honest with myself, I had to stop and think of what I did last Friday. We drove to Alabama to pick up the newest member of our family, an eight week old Boston Terrier. The rest of this week has been a blur.

Being honest again, this year has been a blur. Sold a house. Bought a house. Moved from Arizona to the mountains of North Georgia. Made new friends. Had old friends visit.  Furnished and decorated our new home. And just like that, the years is almost over. Bam!

Does it really matter what we did the last Friday of any year? I believe all that matters is that we treat each day as if it is our last. That we treat every friend as if today will be the last time we talk to them or visit with them. That we treat everyone like we want to be treated.  You don’t have to like a person to be kind to them. And just because you don’t like them doesn’t mean you have to spread hate about them. Like my mother use to tell me, “If you can’t say something nice, then don’t say anything at all.”  Shouldn’t that apply to our tying messages and post on social media?

Make today the best day you can for yourself and everyone you come in contact. You will all enjoy happier days, whether it’s the last Friday of the year, our your last day on earth.



Never Miss an Opportunity

peace love and kindness

It seems that I ask myself the same question every single Christmas. As humans, why can’t we extend our kindness during the holidays throughout the year? Too busy? Too greedy? Too what?

The holidays are a bit depressing at times for me only because the feeling of abandonment after the first of the new year. People going back to their everyday lives. Forgotten are the well wishes to others. Forgotten are the wishes for peace to our fellow man.  Forgotten are the promises to visit again soon.  Forgotten are the promises of phone calls or future dinners together.

What if tomorrow never comes?  Will you have made that phone call? Did you have dinner with people you care about? Did you send that email?

Never take for granted there will always be a tomorrow. Never take for granted your loved ones. Never ignore the opportunity to made someone smile.

The smallest gesture can make someone’s life better.

A little bit of loving kindness goes a very long way in this busy world we live in. Don’t miss a single opportunity to spread some love to everyone.

By the way, Merry Christmas.

Who Am I?


Looking at this promo banner this morning I questioned ‘Who is that woman?’  You would think after almost sixty-eight years on this earth I would have had that figured out long ago. The fact is, I might not have a clue.

I know where I have been and all the things I have endured, experienced, seen, heard, and wondered about, but is that who I am? I know all the things I try to be good at, although throughout the years there have been some epic fails.  On the flip side, I’m a good friend to many, a pretty good mom and wife, I like to think I’m a good writer, painter, decorator, dog trainer, marksman, fisher, boater, and a few dozen of other things. Again, I ask still, who am I?

If I should die today, I wonder what people will say? I also wonder if I really care? Will they talk about all the good things I have done in my life or ponder over the stupid things of my youth? Maybe they will talk about my crazy sense of humor. I’d like that the best.

Maybe I would like to be a world wide best selling author so I can have my fifteen minutes of fame? After all I haven’t experienced that as of yet.

Maybe, it’s just best that I do not think about these things. I am ME. There is no other one like me. I’m a limited edition, the only edition. Good, bad, indifferent, what you see is what you get.

Sometimes I’m too loud, other times I’m too quiet (mostly when I’m sleeping.)  I can be lady like but I can also cuss like a sailor. I know how to dress like a princess but I prefer blue jeans and a shirt. I can walk and dance in heels but prefer mules. I know I should exercise more but talking myself into doing more seems to be a waste of time.  I do eat healthy but I would rather munch on chocolate anything.

I do know that if you call on me for help, I will do my best to be there for you and try my best to do what ever you need done.

So if you wonder, who is this K. D. Bloodworth, just wrap all those thing up in a neat package and that’s me.  I guess I know who I am after all.


Release Date December 19, 2017


I’m so thrilled that I’m under contract with Junction Publishing. They have taken me in, critiqued, coached, and supported me in my journey to make MrPerfect.com the best book I could have written.

I’m so excited to announce that MrPerfect.com will be released on December 19th, not only in the U.S. but also in the UK and Australia.

You can pre-order your copy at: http://geni.us/M15Tc5w

You can still find me on FB: https://www.facebook.com/KD-Bloodworth-411342242325034

and on Twitter @kdbloodworth




Busy, Busy, Busy!!

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That’s the word from my corner of the world. Seems as if my days fly by as my to do list keeps getting longer and my done list never seems to grow. Reading, writing and my photography seems to take up all my time, which isn’t a bad thing. Unless you look at my wood floors when the sun is shinning through the many windows on the South side of the house.  As I sit at my computer desk, trying not to see all the stuff on the floor surface, I wonder where does all that stuff come from? I’m surprised we can even breathe the air. I suppose I could pull the blinds until sunset.

I can’t even remember when I ventured downstairs to clean.  I keep saying we don’t use those rooms very often, so they don’t need cleaning so much.  I guess it’s better to keep telling myself those lies.

Yes being busy makes us all liars. “I’ll get to that later.” “I will get that done first thing in the morning.” “That can wait another day.” “If it’s just a couple days out of date, it’s still good to eat.” “I thought I got something out to thaw for dinner.”

On top of being busy with the release of MrPerfect.com, writing a new book, helping other author’s promote their works, taking care of husband and dog, I came down with a nasty virus. Now my busy has slowed to a stop, I’m farther behind than ever, and I decided we need a puppy.  She arrives just before Christmas. That gives me twenty days to get everything done, caught up, and things in order.  Talk about busy? Holy cow!!

I remember the days of long ago, when I would complain to my mom that I was bored and there was nothing to do. Mom would tell me that when I grew up I would be wishing for a day when there was nothing to do because when you grow up you are always busy. I didn’t believe her then but I do now.





A must READ!


Friends to the End, a soul searching, heart wrenching, anger inducing, teary eyed, laugh provoking, drama of real life. At first, I hated both Bethany and Kate, for different reasons.  Slowly, I started to understand why I was hating them and why they were acting or reacting to a horrible part of life.  With that understanding, I soon started to love them.

After living with my father in-law during the five years he fought the same illness, I realized how Susan Tarr completely conveyed the ups and downs of the patient and those that love them. This story searches all the topics terminally ill people search and how their caregivers search and find peace too.

Just as in real life, there were times I wanted to slap some folks and tell them, cut the drama, life is too short for that kind of crap. Then other times I fought back the tears, wanting to hug both women.

Thank you Susan Tarr for this marvelously written tale