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My Daily Journal
So I have had a cold for a few days now, and while I know there are worst things that I can suffer from the cold made me miss my mom. She is alive and well mind you. I am now a married woman, so no parents around to cook chicken soup and the like.
Mom, has been checking on me of course but it’s just not the same. I feel better now so I might be in the tail end if it.
I have nothing to share because I been out of it for the past few days. However, if you are in the same boat as me I feel your pain. This too will pass. One of the things that refuses to pass is my back pain, it came back with a vengeance. I don’t know what’s going on, but I will keep you posted.
Until my next post remember, proliferate tolerance and understanding. That’s the only way to move forward.
I had to start the year with a play on words. The rice was amazing. My brother asked my mother if she had made it, which is the biggest compliment I could receive. Since like all children, I believe no one cooks like my mom.
My brother, a larger than life individual, the closest thing to a real life super hero I know, made our New Year celebration a happy and entertaining one.
He said he was going to grill and despite the weather cold and wet. Grill he did. The food was delicious! I’m sure I gained a few pounds but it was completely worth it.
We all know that one person who is the life of the party, who’s star shines brightest and just being around them makes us a whole lot better. That ladies and gents, is my brother. Despite the challenges he may face, he is happy confident and out going. He is the person I always strive to be.
I cannot put last night into words that will do it justice, just to say, that my brother and his family were in big part responsible for the party of the year. There was no glitz or glamour but there was good will, family, and togetherness. At the end of the day those things are what matters.
Remember to always look on the bright side of life. Resolve to be happy, life is not easy, but it’s how we react to it that makes the difference.
How goes it? I’m typing with the sweet sound of rain behind me. I need a lot of positive vibes for the next 48 hours.
Regardless of the culture, we will agree that around this time of year there is a lot of food. From tamales to eggnog we all enjoyed some good eating at one point or another.
This year my brother, my very wise brother had an idea… Let’s give Mom the day off. now, don’t get me wrong I am not opposed to giving my mother today off. After many years of cooking, she deserves it. However, he overestimates my cooking ability. I am in charge baking two cakes, two batches of salsa, beans and rice. The list as a whole is not challenging, what I consider a problem is the rice. If any of you have ever attempted to make Mexican rice you will know it is by far one of the most difficult dishes to make. Just about anything can mess it up. My sister has tried countless of times in the past 16 years and has seldom succeeded. Not to mention I have never cooked for such a large number of people. It may sound like I’m complaining, I am truly not. I am worried, I will either succeed in making a lot of people happy. Or convincing a large number of people that I am not to be trusted in the kitchen.
Either way, send me all the positive vibes you can. I am not hoping to do a five-star job at this but at least good enough to eat job.
Speaking of eating, may your tummies be full and joyful this holiday season. If for some reason your health is not the best, I wish for you a speedy recovery.
Keeping my fingers crossed for this cooking adventure I will keep you posted.
Okay, so I might have exaggerated a little. However, my health has not been the best for last year or so, which of course explains my absence. All the things I missed out on telling you this year, there are many. However, here’s hoping that 2017 will treat us better than this year.
As I had suspected back in February, I had a serious back injury. I have attended therapy for the later part of this year and I am almost completely back to normal. Not all is bad I suppose.
I have my life, and as I’ve learned so long as there’s life there will be hope. So to all of you out there in in cyberspace, if your year was not stellar., know that everyday is a new opportunity to make things better. Never lose sight of what’s important in your life.
Wishing everyone healthy and happy New Year.
Live long and prosper
I am not sure if you are aware of this but teen pregnancy is at an all time low. Oh yes, the record is held by the generation born between 1972 and 1976 back in 1991 this generation was having children at the rate of 61.8 for every 1000 females. Most multiple births before the age of 18. So why I wonder on every story I read of another pregnant teen the general consensus seems to agree that teens today see having a baby as a rite of passage. Considering the most recent numbers being down by more than half, I should think it’s all the opposite.
Yet, there are still a myriad of stories regarding schools making headlines for attempting and in some cases succeeding in banning visibly pregnant teen photos from appearing in the yearbook. Please note the words visibly pregnant, most everyone jumps in the crucifixion bandwagon and happily glazes over the words visibly pregnant. I can understand the school officials not wanting to send the wrong message that teen pregnancy is no big deal, that it has no consequences and sets a bad example for other students. However, if they take this step with teen mothers to be, then my only question is why, oh why not take the same steps with teen fathers and school bullies? In the case of teen fathers, have we forgotten it takes two to make a child? In the case of bullies, I personally think bullies set a far worse example on their peers; in some cases they scar their victims for life. Yet if we are to open a yearbook at any given point since they became a thing, we will find them filled with pages of teen fathers and school tormentors. Rarely do we find more than one photo of that kid, who lacked social graces or parents that could buy their children the social standing by means of money or popularity by association.
These cases of students being banned from school functions or yearbooks because of their clothes, sexual orientation in some cases, or even because they are visibly pregnant usually get headlines and end in litigation, citing the First Amendment in most of the cases. Yet, I don’t see a story anywhere, where students litigate over far more important matters such as the quality of their education, the extreme shortage of books, the conditions in the classrooms, the lack of well trained teachers among so many others. What is quite clear is that teens as much as school officials care more about appearance than anything else. It’s sad really, but there it is.
Sometimes we get this feeling of being indestructible, or maybe that we will always be okay, not great but at least okay. Then, there are those moments in life that remind you that we are a fragile species. I had one of those moments.
Shortly before Thanksgiving last year, I began to feel not so good. It was not a flu, boy I wish it was. My back began to hurt and I was having trouble straightening out. I thought it was simply muscle soreness that would go away eventually. You know me always looking on the bright side of life. Well, it’s been more than a month and it’s beginning to concern me greatly. If it gets any worse I will no doubt seek medical attention.
Until then, here is hoping your health is far better than mine, if it’s not. Don’t lose hope as my mother is fond of saying. There is no illness that lasts a century nor a body that can stand it.
Growing up with an older sister has ups and downs. Some good days some bad ones. My most fond memory was being 11 and her being 15 on Valentine’s Day. She used to get so many flower arraignments and balloons it was like pageant. So having seen, a large number of different flowers over the next decade after. I made my decision early on that my favorite flower of all time was and still is the white rose.
My school mates asked me, why I liked a flower suited for funerals and weddings so much, a flower that had no smell per say, as it’s counter part the blood red rose.
It is simple really. For me white roses are special, because I see them like a blank sheet of paper, to which you can attach any meaning you want. They can go from I love you to farewell.
Speaking of farewells, I was also thinking about the beginning and end of friendships. Unlike other relationships, friendships simply disappear, without a goodbye.
So to all whom I once called friends. May your paths be filled with joy and adventure. Shall we ever cross paths, I hope we have grown and have much to share.
Today, is not particularly a good day. I was installing apps, to pay my bills since I recently reset my phone. They all worked fine, safe for one…Socal Gas otherwise know as the Gas Company.
I installed it, and as soon as I clicked on it, it went to the Terms of Service on browser and opened over 100 pages of it, to the point, it stopped counting and gave me an infinity symbol. I tried closing the tabs, only to have them come back at me again, so the browser was unusable. Tried uninstalling, and it took me back to my blank browser with the 100+ TOS pages.
So I called informing them, the app was broken. The first lady took the trouble ticket, and I told her I was using another browser. Realizing that might have been my mistake, I reset my phone, as it was the only way to get back to normal.
I installed again once all the in phone apps had updated to give it another go. This time I got a Terms of Service Screen very badly designed that didn’t even fit the text. I waited and waited until finally my phone shut itself off. I did it again phone shut off again. I called to tell them. I am using an Android System, fresh with no other apps, that don’t come with the phone, fully updated and the problem does not only persists but it is worse. However, the lady insisted talking about Chrome and how everything was okay because she just had one customer use it no problem. At this moment I thought, wow, so one out of more than twenty customers uses it fine and that is good enough to call it working.
She would not even let me explain that the problem persists, and that it is a phone breaking problem. She just kept on. So I finally, thought okay “Goodbye”. I seldom hang up on people, but when I do, it is because they failed customer service. I was going to contact SoCal gas online, but they still have not caught up with the times.
So for all of you out there install SoCal Gas App at your own risk, and do so when you have an hour to get things back to normal.
For all you companies out there, one successful launch does not mean your software is problem free. Because for every one that works, there are 100 out there or more that don’t.
Have you ever had a sort of emergency, or as it would be qualified a non emergency. Today, I had such an emergency, where, I started itching, really bad, granted the itching had started to show up yet again today, but this time… Well, it was more how do I put it horrible. I of course, called the nurse advice line, whom insisted, I call 911. So being that they know more than I, I did just that. I have never been seen by paramedics, and I don’t know the extent of what they do, and clearly treating an allergic reaction that has not reached anaphylactic shock is not something they do. They did offer to take me to a hospital, as they said they are not a rolling pharmacy. Their words not mine. I figured, it was way too much, to go to a hospital for Benadryi.
Not a good experience, since I’m still itching and not happy. I always pictured if I ever had to deal with paramedics, that they would have better bed side manner or something. So, I send them on their way to be free to attend to people who were actually in peril.
That brings to mind yet another need of mine to learn to drive. None the less I did learn a valuable lesson today. 911 should not be used unless I’m already dead or or I can see my bones sticking out of me. You know something major, apparently an itching attack is not it.
Either way, live long and proper, make the best out of a bad situation, and smile, because even though your non emergency seems trivial sometimes. If it is the worst you ever felt better safe than sorry.
I been kind of on a writing break for a while now, because lets face it, the news gets worse every day. I live in the land of the free, and I like to keep thinking the land of the great. However, that thought is getting difficult to hold on to. I been looking for uplifting stories or something good to write about. I am sure if I look hard enough I will find it.
The last few months the headlines have not helped that resolve. Violence, and not against people but animals. First it was Cecil the Lion local celebrity in Zimbabwe , and while I had a few choice words no one sums it up better than Jimmy Kimmel
I thought the whole thing would be over, then again, dog bitten to death, mocking note left on his body. Don’t get me wrong, I cannot go on pretending that human depravity has gotten worse. Since, history will show, that worse things have happened. Vlad the Impaler, Hitler, Bin Laden. You name it and evil people and dark times have always been around. Yet, I figured, we are more civilized now, we should know better. Some of us do, but it seems people still need work.
It is not all about animal cruelty, the latest headlines of summer, are not about kids drowning in the pool, or pool side accidents. Oh no, for a while there on the news it was story after story about adults forgetting kids in the car, causing them to dehydrate or worse die.
On that end, all I can say is. Wow. Save me the excuses of how it can and it is possible. If a person does not forget their phone or their keys in the car, there is no excuse for forgetting a child. Humanity has been driving for over 75 years, Cars are not the latest craze. Yes, we leave the keys in the car, I know, my point here was it does not take us all day to figure it out!
You know that forgetting a child has become an epidemic of massive proportions, when car seat companies have to add an alarm to remind you the child is in their seat.
Children are our future, and we should care and nurture them beyond the best of our ability.
Live long and prosper always.