Monthly Archives: September 2013

In Pieces..

Dear Reader,

It has finally arrived, after a whole week of waiting, for my parcel to be delivered it is finally here! 10 puzzles by Thomas Kinkade. this Saturday I built the first one. Oh, I was in Kinkade Heaven. I’m working on the second one, started last night, it won that round.

I’m still thinking where in the wall I want them. Oh yes, I’m going to make that dream of mine come true, to have my house filled with Kinkade Puzzle art.

First I must build them. Puzzles are a favorite thing of mine, when you take the peaces out, the chaos of everything in pieces. Then slowly you find a place, where everything seems to fit just right. After that, it’s easier and easier. It’s fascinating how  that pretty much is life in a whole. I have not been in the best of health lately and have had some stressful times in the past few weeks.  Then I build the first puzzle and it’s like that chaos of thoughts in my brain sorted themselves out and life went on.


Ruby Red…

Dear Reader,

I like my games pretty, but more than that I love my game accessories to be pretty too. I am  a girl after all. Yesterday, I found myself dancing around my living room, but this time for much more different reason than I did three years ago.  Last night I was surprised by this:


I’ve played ever installment of the Diablo franchise so far. Last year, I was heart broken to find they were releasing Diablo 3 for PC. Now my PC is not bad, but it’s not close to the gaming beast I had three years ago. Then yesterday, as I was going about my day finally putting the finishing touches in my apartment. (It looked like Hurricane Andrew hit it with force). Now it looks like a vacation home you see in a magazine. A place for everything and everything in it’s place. I was feeling really good, my first victory in a while well second one if you count the Chicken for a few days ago. So I was feeling good. Dancing around to MJ music in my living room and losing myself in the thoughts of what made me happy 3 years ago. It was a good day. Then, this arrived.

It’s a little known fact unless you know me. I’m a HUGE fan of Coca-Cola, I love it the brand the color of the can and the soda. So that controller is the most awesome thing I’ve seen so far. So this perfect day, got even better when attached to all this awesome was an order of Panda Express, and an ice cold Coca-Cola. Oh yes, there is balance in the world.

This arrived for me yesterday. Now that the dust has settled I asked, “What’s this for, it’s not Christmas or my Birthday”. Answer, “Because as you always say great things happen today. Also, your reaction a moment ago was priceless” That in a nutshell was the reason. In all seriousness, I think I been too sad lately, so it was an attempt to see me smile. Well, it worked!

Yesterday, has gone and passed, and silence is still in the air. Oh well off to kill Diablo’s minions until the planet align again if they ever do.

Stay positive, live, dream dream big. There will always be dreams, as long as there is someone willing to dream them. Peace out!

He Misses You…

Dear Reader,

Before we get all religious on the subject. Let me explain, I’m not the most religious person in the world, probably the least religious one you will know. However, I don’t go out of my way to hurt someone, or be evil. That said, I try to be a good human being. Whether or not I succeed is another matter entirely. That said, a few days ago I had a dream which I remember vividly but only the last part of it. I guess it was the most important part anyway.

I was in this patio of yellow tile all over the floor and walls. There was plants in pots all around. A man caught my attention. This man was very old, blue eyes silver hair. He shook my hand and said,

“I have a letter for you dear”.

To which I replied in a very Vernon Dursley way,

“Who’d be writing to me? In case you have not noticed, It’s been a month since I got anything resembling communication”.

He smiled, and was surrounded by this bright light, and I was lost in his eyes. I never seen kinder eyes in my life. He handed me the letter, it was in very old paper looked like parchment, gorgeous handwriting, and before I turned to read it, he said to me.

“He misses you, you know”.

Again, I turned and calmly said,

“Trust me no one misses me. If I did a Houdini tomorrow, it would be a long while for anyone to even notice I was no longer around.”

He smiled grabbed my hand and said, “He misses you, you silly girl, God misses you”.

I replied calmly,

“That makes two of us, I been wondering where’s He’s been all this time. So what, now I’m suppose to go to church or something? Besides, He knows where to find me, he sees all right? It’s not like I”m invisible here. I do pray you know”.

“It’s not like that at all, why don’t you read the letter huh?” He said.

So I turned to read it and it said “Dear CC Girl”. I could not read the rest, because at this moment I had the odd feeling that the man I was just talking to was God, I turn around and think to myself, “Very funny”. He looked at me winked, smiled and the next thing I know I was surrounded by white roses blooming before my eyes and floating all around me. I woke up.

I woke up, with that bit of my dream still fresh in my thoughts. I would have not written about it. Except I had the same dream for 3 nights now. The scenery is always the same. I never get to read the letter, there are things that change, but it ends the same way. Same old man. Two nights ago, besides insisting I was missed, he said, my favorite thing about you is you know people.”

Of course I wake up always the same way. Part of me thinking if I know people so well, why am I the one that gets, fooled? Answer, I allow myself to get fooled.

To clarify I’m not suicidal, never been, never will be. Life as good or bad as it can get is a gift. Enjoy it. Remember this, no one in this world can make you happy. Only you can make you happy. All others can only add to your happiness. That my friends I consider the secret of life.

Journey to Chicken…

Dear Reader,

I am a bit nervous today. Ah, but because I am a girl I should be used to nerves right? Wrong! I grew up with the wonderful smells of my mother’s cooking, and yes, I do think, like all children that no one cooks better than my mother.

Today, I been thinking a lot about mom’s amazing cooking, because for the first time in my life, I will venture into making chicken. Okay, so I cooked chicken before, but it came with instructions, in a bag from the frozen section. I’ve never made raw fresh chicken. My nerves are at their worst. I mean, I know they say, you can’t mess up chicken, but trust me if there is a way to do it, I will discover it. I’m not being negative, I just know me and chicken, fish and those weird other meats are as unfriendly as oil and water. I mean I eat a variety of things compliments of my mother’s kitchen. Today, I decided to experiment with chicken. I need a small victory, and I’m hoping this is it.

Just as I typed this, I had a memory flash inside my head. Back when I was a child a really small child, so eons ago. The very first word I learned in English was kitchen. Then I discovered the word Chicken. Ah the glory, when I was a much older child to find out what those words really meant. For the longest time I thought they meant each other. So when I meant learn, I should say, half learned. I learned to read English before I knew what I was reading, so for the longest time I fancied the word kitchen was the word for Chicken and vise versa.

So, I”m off to conquer the chicken and may this be the start of something fabulous, in the kitchen.

Random question: If you were caught in a rain storm, what is the first thing you would do?

Me, I would wait for puddles and plash around like a little kid. The next part of me would wish it to rain for hours, just enough to end up with wet socks.  I was thinking about that question today, because we been promised rain for days in a row now, and not a drop has come, only gray skies.

Until my next post, remember: “Life is never clear cut, but discovering it’s little treats along the way is what makes life worth living.”


That moment when…

Dear Reader,

Ever been on the phone with someone and you get put on hold? Then it’s endless minutes of elevator music or just dead air. Well that happened to me almost a week ago, mom was walking around the house, and doing a lot of things at once. She thought she had placed me on hold, but missed the button by a mile. It was then that I heard something extremely hurtful. Not that I have not heard my sister put her foot in her mouth before, but this time, it really hurt.

She said the most awful things about me, I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am fully aware I am not the most stellar individual, however, I am not overall a rotten apple to the core. Well, she also expressed similar thoughts about mother as I later found out.

So you see when it rains, it really pours, today for instance I found out I was added to the restricted section of Facebook. You know that amazing little bit of technology that allows you to have friends on Facebook, yet they can only read what you made specifically public. Ah yes, I am on that list. Here I am, just in a small way wondering why. I mean, I did express my opinion and while it was not a good opinion, it landed me in the penalty box so to speak. The weird thing is, I thought all was well and all the bridges mended and apologies accepted and what not. So if that is, then what was this for? Don’t worry I don’t need an answer to that one. I kindda gotten used to things like that, they have happened 3 times before. First with Jane Doe, then someone named Sarah, long story short. Like immunity. The first time you get a cold, you hurt everywhere and feel like you got run over, the second time slightly less so, by the 3rd time you pretty much only notice the runny nose.

That is the life of me, people can treat me like I’m the bad guy, and want to make me pay for it, but when they fail, I don’t even ask the basic question of “Why?”.  In my sister’s case, we are related and eventually will have to see each other again and act as civil as possible, in other people’s case, I really don’t know. I am a fan of finding answers, but in the most latest case of having things turned upside down when I thought all was well, AGAIN, I think I will let these questions go.  I often said good friendships relationships are worth fighting for, but even the Titanic eventually sank to the bottom of the Atlantic.

Until next time remember this: “You maybe one person, but for one person you can hold the world entire”

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