To The Apples Of My Eye:
My dearest faithful followers,
I am here today groveling before you, begging for your forgiveness. I must offer my sincere apologies and show my deepest remorse for my misdeeds and any mistreatment. I don’t own you, and I never have. You are individuals and you are my companions, not my slaves.
Sometimes I forget that this is a family, not a tyranny. I did not gain this power through great deeds or victories, I don’t even deserve it. I have no right to oppress you and ignore each of your individual interests. I don’t have the liberty to inflict pain in any form. I asked for you. You are my gifts, not my soldiers. You aren’t obligated to heed to my every command or execute my every decree.
I am not authorized to punish you with painful scoldings or harsh criticism. I must use words to express my wishes, and I must always remember that requests can only be asked, not commanded. I can’t enforce on you senseless demands, and I can’t penalize you for when you don’t please me. You can’t suffer because of who you are. Read the rest of this entry
Remember the times when days took days, hours took hours, and minutes took minutes? Well it seems that as the years went by, all of what we were used to suddenly changed significantly. Generally, time flies when you are having fun, when you are too busy, or when you are aging and every precious minute seems like it is not enough. Those were always reasons that I was aware of until we got a new added contribution to the list; technology. Our modern, fast-paced society has changed our lives dramatically and there is no going back.
I had planned a week packed with hopeful accomplishments and before I got anything done, it was Thursday. I am not even sure how it happened. I did not spend a lot of time on the computer and I did not do any intense house cleanups. So what did I do? How did I not manage to step foot into my art room that I so elegantly arranged? It is beyond me… Read the rest of this entry
In the holiday spirit I will attempt at a blogging transformation, even if slight or temporary. Because let’s face it, I am censorious and a world-class whiner. I tend to have more to write about when it’s something negative or when I am crying from inside a blazing pit of stress and tribulations. When things are good, I can’t seem to come up with words. I choke from the optimism.
Today, I sat down by the computer, which strangely I have not spent much time on over the past week, and decided a new post was due. This time there would be no complaining about anything, not even about the stupid dog who’s obsessed with peeing on my door every morning leaving an everlasting, lingering stench. It is the holiday season and it is a time to set all the chaotic gift buying down to the side and remember what we have to be grateful for. Read the rest of this entry
Once upon a time there was a woman who lived on the still island of Never-Neverland.
(For those of you who are wondering why there is a grown woman in a fictional world of eternal childhood, or perhaps why this creepy woman likes little boys; let me clarify. Scottish writer, J.M. Barrie, created this imaginary, magical island for Peter Pan in the early 1900’s, and it has become a children’s favorite and the perfect name to illustrate this woman’s life.)
Stop disturbing me, I am in the middle of a story….
She attempted at a blog for a few months and finally she came to realize why it was not taking off. It wasn’t because she was not giving it enough time, it was because it’s contents were soporific, vapid, and sadly ordinary. There were 67,165,777 WordPress sites in the world, and that’s not even counting the other free hosting services. When there are that many blogs, each one has to have something unprecedented and exceptional to grab more viewers as they swing by. Read the rest of this entry
Remember when your mom or teacher tossed this phrase at you; “I know it all, I’m older and wiser. When you get to my age you will understand”. Okay, maybe not exactly in those words, but that is what your ‘immature’ brain made out. They claimed that you should revel in those glamorous days of school because “Someday, you will wish you were back in high school”. You, most likely, nodded and shrugged it off thinking of all the work load, petty politics, and bullying that you would surely never yearn for. You will definitely be different.
I can now safely say that I am past all the past and can finally speak as a “wise” adult. I don’t miss high school and I don’t miss teenage drama. I am more than satisfied where I am in life and would NEVER want to be stuck back in love triangles, crushes, schoolwork, and anything that has to do with being so dependent on everyone else. I hated being unsure of myself and I hated not knowing where life was going to take me. I hate the unknown.
I saw a young girl driving by in the middle of her lessons, instructor to her right, glancing nervously at the road. My hands got clammy and my heart skipped a beat Read the rest of this entry
For those of my readers who have been around my blog for quite some time, you all know I have some sort of soft spot for Going Green. I don’t buy organic and my house is the furthest from Green, or healthy for that matter. But, I do try. At any chance that I have to bring in more natural products, I do. But the real question is, where do I stop?
My problem is, aside from the expense of it all, I just always wonder how much of our Green and Organic is a scam, and how much is important for our bodies, health, and environment. I am all for all the latter, but how far do I go to aim for natural perfection. Read the rest of this entry
This morning, I may have discovered a profession. I always dwell on the things I can’t do, and it gets pretty depressing. I see, finally, that it’s what you can do that matters and not what you can’t.
It took some time, but I doctored a stack of children’s books until they were perfect. (That is the furthest I will ever get in the medical field) For those of you who aren’t aware, children can do a lot of damage to even the smallest things. I am pretty sure it is beyond the comprehension of most adults, why they feel the need to destroy, but you take what you get.
Most people stare at my small library of books in sheer wonder. I know, why would anyone in their right mind have books, if they were destined to become a pile of ruins? Read the rest of this entry
It is my understanding that many bloggers have been struck by a summer stagnation. The heat rolled in, the waves are crashing on the shores, and the homes are flooded with kids, crafts, and puddles; who wants to use any of the sparse brain power for developing a post?
Well, being that I have been overcome by the slump as well, I had to try really hard to find the time for this post. Summer is not to blame, because I am, pretty much, always in this situation; no matter what the season. When I decided to bring 3 boys into this world, I knew it would set me back many steps in all different aspects. It’s a decision that I am very satisfied with, however, it is still a chore to find time for my blog. For my sanity, I created the time with the help of my hubs. Read the rest of this entry
I know that this is, perhaps, random, but that is what I love about my blog. My brain always spins over a large spectrum of ideas and in many motions. And today, I feel the need to post a recipe. I mixed and matched a few recipes to whip up a dinner, last night, for my clan. Of course, mostly in vain, being that my crew likes basic grilled cheese sandwiches and bland macaroni. It is not as bad as it sounds, at least I get left with a large assortment of leftovers.
I had some Nile Perch fish, and I don’t quite like the banal and unimpressive recipes which throw in some mayo and spices before baking the fish until it flakes. I feel the need to alter my routine of quick and easy meals. Silly me, I thought it would go by uneventful. Of course, I screamed like a banshee more than several times. Child Number 3 is a tiny step away from killing the kitten. I will refrain from saying more, lest the pet police come banging down my door from my public rant about possible animal abuse. Read the rest of this entry