Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Since I was 17 years old, I have found an occasional gray hair in my head. Naturally, I had to pluck it! "I'm too young to have gray" I tell myself. I mean really, what am I having gray hair in my head at the age of 17 for? I know it's not unheard of but to me, it wasn't something I wanted to deal with.
Meanwhile, I have people either telling me "Don't pluck it cause it will just come back only worse" or I get "It's wisdom!". Who cares!!! No one is gonna look at me at the age of 34, see gray hair in my head and think "Oh wow, she has wisdom!!" NO! They're gonna think "Jeez, she sure has a lot of gray for her age". Personally, I don't care what other people think however, I care how I look! I want to keep my age doggone it!!
Grant it, I'm not all covered in gray. By no means am I even close. The simple fact that I can see them myself is enough for me to pull them out. And the fact that I have been yanking them out for the last 17 years, one by one every time I see one, the quantity has surely surpassed the amount I have ever hoped to come to terms with.
The temples. Yep, just like my dad. The temples is my main spot. Again, since I have so much hair, it hides it. Thank goodness!! Also, the fact that I never put my hair up also benefits me. It doesn't matter anyway, cause why? I'm gonna pluck it anyways!!! And yes, I'm gonna be one of those people that dye their hair cause it's one thing to be old and it's another to look it. I prefer to look my age, not older. :o)
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
1.) Write from the point of view of a glass at the edge of the table.
2.) Describe a typical day during your Jr. High years.
3.) Why do you write?
4.) When I'm around too much negativity I...
5.) You've been hired as a writer for "Late Show with David Letterman." Your first assignment is to come up with a witty, nonpolitical Top Ten list for him to read on air.
Why do I write? Actually, if you want to get technical, I'm not writing. I'm typing. ;o) This whole blogging is fairly new to me to be honest. I was introduced to it by a friend, a fellow blogger. She sent a link to her friends to keep up on the latest and greatest. I figured I would read and keep up with what was new. I saved her link and would check in every now and then. At that point in time, blogging didn't really appeal to me. Plus, I didn't think I had the time or thought I couldn't come up with stuff to blog about.
A couple months went by and I started to think to myself "I'm sure I could come up with stuff to
As I created my first blog post, I thought I would send out a nice email to family and friends to the link so that if they wanted to keep tabs, it was there for their reading pleasures...ha! I sent the email out and felt a sense of accomplishment. That night, while laying in bed I started to think. When I start thinking about something, something that I have doubts about, I have to take action......ASAP!
Now, when I started the blog and sent the emails out, I didn't think clearly about WHO I sent the emails out to until after the fact. That's when my brain got ticking while I was laying in bed. The thing about my blog I wanted was for it to be a place that I can vent, rejoice, have concerns and just plan be ME! I didn't want to have to censor myself. This is MY place! And when I took all that into consideration, that's when I decided I needed to redo my blog address, blog and resend out emails cause I had just invited my in-laws to my sanctuary. THAT was not going to happen. Not here, not now, not EVER! Sure, my husband has access to "my sanctuary" cause what I put on here he already knows how I feel as he has similar feelings as well. HOWEVER, I have had to delete a couple by his request. Being the wonderful wife I am ;o) (sure, maybe I violated him for the few hours it was up), I respectfully deleted it.
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Friday, October 24, 2008
So, here are 7 random facts about myself.
1. I have bent pinkies on both hands. My left pinkie is worse than my right though. It's hereditary on my mom's side. I guess my great grandma had it. No one can usually tell unless I show them. Back when I was little, my brother went to Shriner's Hospital in S.F., the doctors gave me the opportunity to have them straightened but there would be a good chance that I would have arthritis later in life. Well, I chose not to have them straightened and I have arthritis in them anyway. The way I look at it is, this is me and I'm happy this way! :o) Just the arthritis part is no fun, especially in the winter time.
2. I have a half brother named Joshua somewhere out there. We have the same dad, although Joshua's mom remarried and her husband adopted him. I haven't seen him since 1980 when he was an infant. I believe he lives in New Jersey. My brother, Bobby and I are really curious about him and what he looks like now. If there are any similarities. It's a touchy subject around my dad because of the mother so we don't bring it up. Bad blood I guess you can say without getting into details. We talk to our mom about it and she is supportive but we're afraid that he doesn't know that he is adopted so we don't want to cause problems by contacting him.
3. I'm obsessed with Hollywood gossip. I always have to see what's going on in the Hollywood world. I love watching Tori & Dean and Denise Richards reality shows. I also love to watch Entertainment Tonight, TMZ, E Hollywood Story and The Insider. I love going to Hollywood and hoping when on my many trips to Disneyland that I'll see someone famous on the freeway. LOL!
4. I love to be silly and a goofball! I'll be somewhere with my family and out of the blue make a silly face to my husband or Sabrina. I also volunteer in Sabrina's class and when she's not in my group and I notice her glance over at me, I'll make a silly face. I do the same when I go to the grocery store where my brother works. Policy is, my brother can't ring me up so I'm always in a different check stand than him and when he'll look at me, I'll give him a goofy look, as he does the same thing all the time too. I just can't help it. I guess it's a hereditary thing! :o)
5. I used to go to a Christian school as a young child. We used to have to memorize several bible verses in a months time in order to go on field trips. I think I missed a couple. I used to be really good at memorizing things up until I had my child, then it all went out the window. I can't remember anything now! :o) Paul and I do plan on putting Sabrina in a Christian school, hopefully before she gets into middle school. Public schools are just too scary nowadays.
6. I've never done illegal drugs or smoked cigarettes before. I was always afraid of the consequences. I had seen people do drugs in front of me when I was younger and was always disturbed by it. With cigarettes, my brother started smoking at 14 yrs old and as the younger sister, was disturbed by that too. I would scold him. In fact, when we were a little older in our teens, we made a $100 bet that I would never start smoking by the year 2000. I've only drank alcohol. I learned my lesson after one really bad incident that left me with a horrible hangover. I'll have a very occasional drink but I'll never get wasted again! *shutter* That was horrible!7. And finally, I leave you with this WEIRD fact about me. I refuse to do my "business" in public restrooms. LOL! I have even gone a couple days while camping so I didn't have to. I know, it's not healthy for me to do that but I'm afraid of all that comes with doing that. I just don't want to share that "private" moment with everyone. LOL!!!
Ok, now I'll tag a few people. Sorry folks, I don't have 7 though. I'm not an advanced blogger. :o)
1. I'm tagging Trish cause she's one of my BFF's and she always says some pretty off the wall things.
2. I'm tagging Missy cause it's been awhile since she's posted anything and I think it's about time she does!
3. I'm also tagging France cause I haven't hung out with her in years and could learn some things about her.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
As I started driving home after work, I thought I would plug my cell phone into the charger. I took a quick glance to see if I missed any calls and noticed I had a text....from my hubby!!!! When I checked it, this is what it said.....
Awwwww, I love my husband so much!!! This is so not my husband to do something like this. It really warmed my heart and put a smile on my face!! THIS is the stuff I love about him! Unexpected jesters!! 15 years together and I get THIS!! Oh, I just love my man!!!!!!!!
I had immediately called him to tell him how much I loved him. Then asked him when he sent it to me cause I didn't hear it when it came in. He said around noon. Poor guy, he was waiting hours for a response from me. I guess I owe him :o)
Monday, October 20, 2008
So anyways, this blog is well.....about being a mom and the stresses that come with it. And let me tell you, I've been stressing all day!
Today I read a friend's blog and it really got me worrying. Before I had Sabrina, I knew that I would be protective and would worry about what life's challenges would bring but I never thought or knew for that matter, the feelings that would come with it. Today I felt so overwhelmed with stress to the point that I kind of felt like I was suffocating by it. The blog was about the documentary "The Bridge". I had never seen it nor even heard of it until today. For those of you who haven't heard of it, it's about suicide awareness. I hadn't taken into consideration that this is one of the leading causes of death in young people these days. This is what I have to worry about being a mom. I need to be aware of what is going on with my child which I always had planned on making my number one priority. However, I never in my mind thought that every day things could put my child into depression such as relationships or peer pressure. You hear about these things but not too often that you just kind of think "Wow, that's really sad" and then forget about it. Now that I'm a mom, I can't forget about these things. I have to take an active role in making sure I see the signs.
One thing I also want to make sure is that Sabrina can always come to me and talk. If not me, I know she would be able to talk to my mom. Sabrina and my mom are close and I love that! It makes me feel good to know that my daughter will have a close relationship with her grandma. When I was young, I always knew that I could talk to my mom. My mom is so understanding and listens. She is honest and will give you honest advice in a loving way. I just know that if not me, Sabrina can go to my mom for anything. Sure, it may hurt me if she can't come to me, but if it can save her life by going to my mom instead, I'll take that ANY day!!
I know I'm getting ahead of myself since my baby is 6 years old but again, I'm a mom and that will never change. My worries will never end. Now I know how my mom felt and still feels. That's one reason why I contemplate having another child cause I don't want this worry times two. Now I'm gonna go give my baby a kiss while she's sleeping. :o)
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
1.) Recall a time when you did something to get noticed. Write about it.
2.) Begin with “I wish someone told me…”
3.) If you could rearrange three things about your life what would they be?
4.) What do you love to create?
I've actually been anticipating writing this one all day while at work. Yes, I like to "sneak a peek" while at work. I tell ya, I'm addicted!!
OK, what I LOVE to create are wonderful memories of my child, my family, my friends and vacations through photography!! I have a great love and passion for photos and through the last several years I have been told that I have a talent. I have even taken notice to my pictures and really love them! Hopefully someday, I would love to open my own gallery. In the hopes of one day opening this gallery, I would focus more on my photographs such as landscapes, seascapes and such. I feel nature cooperates more when taking photos. :o)
When taking photos, I have a great fondness for the color tones of sepia and black and white. Sepia really captures the moment of the picture in ways color can't. Where as I feel black and white hides flaws. Case in point, I have a picture of Sabrina and I (clearly, not one that I took) but Sabrina was all dressed in a pretty dress and I was just there as a mom, watching my daughter get her pictures taken. The lady photographer asked for me to join Sabrina. Mind you, I was just wearing a, yet plain brown top. Nothing fancy, that's for sure. When I viewed the pictures, both color and then black and white, the black and white truly turned out fantastic. So much so that I purchased them, all because you couldn't tell I was wearing a plain shirt because of the black and white.
I actually just posted a blog earlier this month about my love for photography. I even included a photo album to view. Please go check it out here.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Denise interviewed me with the following questions, which I am including my answers:
1. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live and why?
Wow, I could answer this with a few answers like Tahiti or Hawaii or anywhere tropical but realistically thinking, I don't think I would be able to handle the storms or the fact that I would be so far from family and friends. So, if I really think about it, I think my ultimate place to live would have to be Carmel, CA. I love Carmel for one! I think the quality of life is better, cleaner and the beauty of the ocean and sunsets (which I feel I have a need for in my life) is just gorgeous!!! I also think Sabrina would get a better quality of schooling. Plus, I would still be within driving distance to my family and friends!!
2. What would you say was a defining moment for you?
Wow...hmmm?? Defining moment, huh? Perhaps the moment I saw my child for the first time! My life completely changed in that split moment. To be a mom is the most wonderful thing I have had the opportunity to be! The amazing thing about it to me was, how I had the ability to just fall right into place with something that I had no experience in. I was afraid I was gonna be a bad mom but now that Sabrina is 6 yrs old, I see what a wonderful little girl she has turned out to be. She has manners, she is polite and is such a sweet child. I am so proud of her!
3. What do you think is the most important thing to teach a child?
I feel there are a couple things that are most important to teach a child. I feel it is so important for a child to know about God! If not for him, we wouldn't exist. Children are so young and innocent that this is the best time to teach about our Lord. They are more excepting at this age and the sooner they are taught, hopefully they will make better choices in life. The other thing I feel that is important to teach to a child are morals. With morals comes other benefits such as manners and respect. Again, with these key elements in a child's life, hopefully they will learn to make the best choices!
Wow......My 3rd blog for the day!!! I think this is a record!!! LOL! :o)
OK, now it's your turn to play along!! I would love to interview you! If you have a blog and you would like for me to interview you, I will leave a question or two for you in the comment section of this post. Once your questions have been posted, you will then create a blog post on your blog with the answers to said question(s). This is fun, gets you thinking and is a fun way to get to know you even better! If you are game for an interview, leave me a comment to let me know and then come back to check what your question(s) are.
They also had a Haunted House to go with it!!!
These are the ones I had. The Disney ones!! It came with the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Knowing me, I probably still have them somewhere in my garage. LOL!! I remember one time as a child having to take a nap and so while in bed I had my Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Weebles with me to nap. Awwww......I sure miss them!! :O( Now that I remember, they were one of my favorite toys!
OK, I just wanted to share something from the "good ol' days"!! LOL!! If you have something you would like to share also, please do!
Last year being our first year for it, we were a little apprehensive when the night began as only a few kids showed up. Thinking all our hard work went to waste but as the night progressed, the kids started to flow in. We had a bunch of teenagers that kept going in to get a few more doses of "scare". Kids were screaming and laughing. We even had one kid taking pictures. OK, now I took pictures and the pictures never give the full effect. It actually kind of ruins it to be honest. It was so much fun though! We even had a sense of accomplishment..LOL!
Since it's out of our garage, this year we've kind of tried to make it a little bigger by adding some additional turns and what not. We're not finished of course, but we do have some ideas and hopefully it will all come together real nicely....or spooky!!!!
So this year, we assume people are going to be anticipating another Haunted House. It's basically all word of mouth really. We didn't want to send out any type of flyer. Well, I did but Paul didn't. Hopefully those people will have told other people so we'll get a better crowd this year. I guess we'll just have to buy more candy!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Now, you're probably thinking, "Yeah, so...big deal!" But it is a big deal because the whole reason I went to buy new pants is, since I've been losing weight, the pants I do own have become quite baggy on me. As Paul says, "You look like you have a load in your pants". Oh boy! Just what I want to look like.
As I was there, looking around at the different styles and colors of jeans, I thought I better grab myself the next size down and in case I'm lucky, I grabbed two sizes down. I go into the dressing room and to my wondrous eyes do I see??? The two sizes down fits me!!! *giddy laugh* I can't believe it. I can't remember the last time I was able to wear this size. Oh gee, let me think here for a minute........hmm?.......maybe 10-12 years ago.
Just before I started this whole Weight Watchers journey, I never thought that I would be at my goal weight by years end. To this day, I have lost 25.8 lbs and I just need to lose 8 more lbs to be at my goal weight. What a fantastic year this has been!! Every year for the last 13 years, I have made my New Years resolution to lose weight but this year I have finally succeeded!!
Here is a quote that I love:
To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
I think everyone would agree that I am a very bubbly person. I love, love, love to be a goofball! I love to make my family laugh by just making the goofiest of looks or saying the silliest of things. However, I also feel there is a time and a place for this goofiness. I can, in the blink of an eye, become very serious or irritated by the stupidest things that people do. I have a lack of tolerance, I guess you can say, for "Stupid". To say the least, I'm a high strung person. It's not something I enjoy, at all. I try not to let things irritate me but I guess in time it'll pass...hopefully!
My husband, who I think appreciates the fact that I can be bubbly but also serious. However, over the years he has learned that I can't take a joke. Who, me? The bubbly person that I am CAN'T take a joke? What is that all about?! So, my husband, who is a serious person also but has that "joker gene" within him, likes to target me. STUPID! It makes no sense to me cause he knows the outcome. He loves to get arise out of me but then gets mad when I lash out at him. STUPID! I don't appreciate his type of joking (see a previous blog).
When I get upset, depending on the severity, I am a "yeller". Again, I think this is a case of "it runs in the family". My parents were also "yellers". When I get this upset, I tend to revert to my bedroom, hoping for that peace and quiet. I'll lock the door behind me. Just when I think I'm safe, here comes the clan. Banging on the door. "Open up!" I've even had my child write me a note that read "OPin mommy" with a smiley face and a tongue sticking out and then slid it under the door. At that point, my temper subsides a little. Then I hear my husband, so I say "Leave me alone". As a few minutes pass, they end up finding the key for the door and opening it. They both come in and tackle me on the bed. Ozzy, our dog gets in on the action by barking hysterically, as if I'm actually being attacked by some mad people. In my opinion, I am. It usually takes them about 5-10 minutes to get me to lighten up but there are those times it takes longer. Again, depending on the severity of the argument or joke.
Other times when I'm upset, you'll just find me getting into my car, sometimes screeching out of the driveway. Only to find myself at the waterfront in Antioch. Just watching the birds and watching the boats or the train pass by tends to ease my nerves. I'll listen to my music, watching the clock. See how long I can make the husband wait. I usually stay there 30-45 min. A part of me hopes to find him and Sabrina pulling up next to me in the parking lot. That never happens however, there was one time as I was leaving, we passed each other. Awww, he came to look for me. :o) Like he's not gonna know where I'm at. He knows this is my "serenity place".
After 15 years together, he makes me mad, I make him mad but we still love each other with all our hearts. Personally, I don't think it would be healthy if we didn't argue once in awhile. :o)
So, this weeks prompts are the following:
1.) my 10 biggest fears.
2.) When I'm upset...
3.) Weave a poem that contains all these lines (in no particular order): "I tie the ribbon in a foolish way", "the delicious fragility of this travesty", "where we still laugh and wish".
4.) Write about a memory related to a holiday.
I think this week I will pick two however, right now I choose..........#4!
Alright, a memory related to a holiday. Well, I have one that is oh so special to me. I can't actually remember the exact year but it was in the early 80's right after my mom and dad got back together. (Note: I just spoke with my mom on the phone and she said it was 1980). They had been divorced for 6 years. Those 6 years I guess were important years cause it was the first 6 years of my life. So, when my mom and dad got back together, I basically didn't know my mom. When she came to the house, you can just tell she was so happy and relieved to see my brother and I. The fact that she hadn't seen us in so long shall be saved for another blog. To this day though, my mom and I are like best friends. She is a very special person to me and I'm so sad for her that she had missed those years with us.
Anyway, I'm kind of getting off track here. So, that was the year my parents got back together. I'm thinking they wanted to do something special for Bobby and I considering it was the first Christmas together in so long. It was the night before Christmas (and all through the house..LOL!), both my mom and dad had stayed up all night while Bobby and I were in bed.
Using the fireplace, which is the length of the wall and at the time, it was made out of rock (covering the original brick). It basically had that 80's look to it. They had used a little candle holder that looked like a Santa sleigh with Santa sitting in the front. They had put a little white sack filled with marbles giving it the effect that it was filled with presents. As my dad video taped, using the old video cameras from that time, my mom had to move the little Santa sleigh a half-inch at a time and then duck, and after each movement and my mom ducking, my dad would record it. My mom did this, making it look like Santa was dropping presents into the stockings going back and forth on the mantle. By the time they were done, our stockings were overflowing. It took my mom and dad almost the whole night. My poor mom was so exhausted from lifting and ducking for hours too. The finished product was fantastic!!
I recently asked my parents about that video, wanting so bad for Sabrina to see it. My dad started to look for it but couldn't find it at the time. It'll take some digging but it's somewhere there. It's just that it's been many years since I've seen it and it would be so nice to bring back a wonderful holiday memory to share with my family. Something that I hope to share with my grandchildren as well.
NOTE: Go check out my new post doing another one of the prompts! :o)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
It's not like I currently have a professional camera either. I just have a $400 digital that is pocket sized but takes fabulous photos. I just hate that it's not a professional camera cause I have missed so many photo opportunities cause I have to wait a couple seconds in between each click. It actually gets kind of annoying.Over the weekend I started moving over all the pictures that I personally like into it's own file on my computer so that I can create a portfolio. Just recently I started to feel that I needed to start doing something about this "hobby" of mine rather than just letting my pictures sit. I am actually in the process of looking for a professional camera. I've found a few but I want more info about them and want to have demonstrations and be able to check them out for myself, you know?!
The one thing that I have decided is that I don't want to take professional photo's for people. Like weddings and such. That's not what I'm into. I personally love to take photographs of landscape. However, I do love to take photos of my own child, though. She is so photogenic!!
I have posted a slideshow of some of my favorite photos. I hope you enjoy them!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Yesterday, Paul, Sabrina and I went to Stockton to visit my BFF, Trish. I hadn't seen her in almost 6 months. Why it took that long is beyond me, but it did. We decided to go to the Dell' Osso Farms in Lathrop to do the corn maze (which, by the way, the Dixon corn maze was WAY better!!), haunted house and pumpkin launching. It was fun, but it also started to get a bit breezy. I noticed my throat started to hurt. I tend to get strep throat every year (something I never got until I got with Paul who ALWAYS gets it. Thanks babe!) so I started to think that this is what it was but as the night progressed, my nose started to act up too. Great...I think I'm getting a cold!
So, we stayed over Trish's house until 1:30am, just chitty chatting. Paul was entertaining the kids. There was Sabrina, Jessica and Johnny. While they all were playing, Paul was giving Jessica a piggyback ride and Sabrina was on Paul's shoulders. Going into Johnny's bedroom, didn't notice that there was a ceiling fan (it was on, mind you) and my poor baby got whacked in the face. OH! MY POOR BABY!!! She started crying (naturally) and I ran upstairs to see what happened. She had a nice knot with a cut on her right eyebrow and running from her eyebrow to her hairline she has a 1/2" thick to 2" wide red mark (resembling Indian makeup). For getting whacked like she did, she sure took it pretty good. She's a tough like cookie! It's just a good thing that she already had her pictures taken at school. :O)
Anyways, once we got home at 2:20am I thought I would take some Alka Seltzer since I'm starting to feel like crap. I only took one tablet cause the last time I took both, it knocked me out and made me feel really graugy the next day. I don't like feeling like that so I thought taking just one wouldn't be as bad. I went to bed at almost 3am. I woke up a couple times through out the morning but ended up sleeping in until noon, when my child decided to come in next to me and started playing with my hair. I opened my eyes and looked at her and she says "It's almost 12pm. Get Up!" I quickly looked at the clock and said "Oh my gosh, it's noon?!" I can't remember the last time sleeping in that late but boy did it feel good!! I'm glad this season is here, just not the "colds" that come with it.
Friday, October 3, 2008
I grew up with my dad scaring the crap out of us as we would make our way to visits at the grandparents house. He would weave in and out of traffic coming about a hair away from the car in front of us. Then, my mom at one point got something like 3 tickets (for speeding) in a week, kid you not. Then you have me. I just don't have patience for slow pokes. Get the hell out of my way. I'm in a hurry.
With how fast I drive, you would think I was always on time places, right. NO! That's the other thing about me. I'm late to practically everywhere I go. When I was in school, I would always be the last to walk into class. Every job I have had, LATE! I have been fortunate with my jobs cause they all put up with it. I'm just a good worker! :) Even my wedding I was late. My mom has joked around countless times that I'm gonna be late to my own funeral. So I have advised Paul that if I go before him, to make sure I'm late..LOL!! I think everyone would see the humor in that!
So, back to driving fast. In the 17 years that I've had my driver's license, I've only received 2 tickets. One for a California stop and the other for speeding, which was bullshit. The lady cop said I was going much faster than I know I was. Paul actually said that she was lying and he's the one that always tells me to slow down.
So, a couple weeks ago on my way to work, I found myself behind a bunch of slow pokes. UGH! I made my way,
The lady cop (what is it with lady cops pulling me over?) came up and asked for my stuff so I proceeded to pull it out for her. I explained I was confused why I got pulled over and she said she'd be with me in a moment. Once she came back, having an additional cop car behind hers, I asked why 2 cop cars and she said that was her partner who apparently saw the Oakley incident which I don't believe cause I'm always scanning for cops. Anyways, she explained that I shouldn't be driving as such and it doesn't matter if people are driving slow. Then proceeded to say that she had good news for me. "My partner thought you were a lot younger than what you are." Oh goody! Then don't give me ticket, is what I thought but before I even thought to say that out loud she continued to say that she wasn't going to cite me. Oh thank you!!!! But had one piece of information for me.......Slow down! No surprise!! :)
So, now that I think about this and knowing that I have picked up on such driving habits as my parents, I don't want Sabrina to pick up on this also. I know I need to learn to slow my butt down. I also notice that when I play rock, my foot tends to get heavy and when I play my smooth jazz, I let up a bit. Isn't it amazing how music can have such an effect on us like that?! So, for those of you who can relate to me and my "need for speed"....slow down! Life is too precious!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
1. Put Shaggy (Scooby Doo's partner) and Batgirl in an elevator and write a 200 word scene.
2. Write about a time you hid from someone, or a time you disguised who you really were.
3. List 10 things worth saving then choose one of those things and write about it.
4. What did you do before we had the internet?
Boy, how I could come up with many stories on how I hid from someone. One person in particular......my brother! LOL Growing up with A brother, MY brother, he more or less tormented me. In school, he was two grades ahead of me so when we were in Junior High and High School, he was always one of the "big guys on campus". Everyone knew my brother and I was always referred to as "Bobby's little sister".
Back at home, during summer vacation, my parents would be at work and it would just be Bobby and I. Most of the time my mom would wake me up to go over the daily chores. Also, she just loved my company and wanted me to be up with her while she got ready for work (I feel loved..lol!!). So anyways, on those days that she woke me early, I would usually just start getting ready cause I knew what I would be in for when the time came when Bobby would wake up. I would make sure I was all showered and my chores were done. When he would get up, I was like "Bye" and I would meet my friend, Wendy half way to her house and hang out with her the rest of the day until my mom got off work.
On the days that I slept in, now that was another story. He would wake me by playing the stereo in the front room (which backed up to my bedroom) so loud that the walls would rattle. Those were the days of Guns N Roses and Metallica. Back then, I didn't like that music. Today is another story. Anyway, Bobby would also chase me around the house with my dad's bb gun and pull the trigger saying "It's not loaded" as I would reply back "Accidents happen!!" Or, he would just chase me out of the house in my pj's. My neighbors on numerous occasions had caught this in action. It was just too much that I would just end up hiding from him. I would even hide in the bathroom and lock the door to avoid getting beaten up. I would stay in there until I knew he left.
Today, we get along and give each other hugs every time we see each other. Something that was unheard of back in the day. I love my brother very much and I am happy I can call him my brother! With my brother in mind, today is his birthday so..............HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBBY!! I LOVE YOU!!