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Fort Worth 5k & 10k Running Events for Spring/Summer 2011

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/7745936/upcoming_5k_or_10k_races_inaround_fort.html?cat=8

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*Memoirs…of Baby’s 1st Spring on Bluebonnet Hill.  The year of our Bluebonnet Baby.*

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/7738114/bluebonnet_baby.html?cat=43

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*Shop-a-holics!!!  You DO NOT want to miss this!!!  ;  D

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/6205606/shopping_the_resale_revolution.html?cat=8

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*New Non-Fiction*  For Moms and Dads who are Parenting over 40!

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/7729640/fortysomething_years_young.html?cat=44

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*Non-Fiction*  ~~Read with Tissues~~

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/7715558/the_last_goodbye.html?cat=44

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Confessions…

 

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I have a confession…!  For the past 12 years, I’ve had a stalker; a guy I dated a long…long time ago, I called it quits after he attempted to abuse me.  I drew the line and dumped him, and he has been tracking me down every where I move to, each new phone number I obtain, nothing I do seems to work to keep this man in my past.  He is ‘not all there’, I’m afraid.

My husband has wanted several times to go after this maniac, but I won’t let him.  In my mind, if we let the past control our future, he (the weirdo) has won.  So…I just keep changing my number, since the Protective Order I filed against him did no good at all! 

This man has been so brazen as to show up at my doorstep, some years back before I met my husband.  He tracked me with some software called ‘Criss Cross’, I’m sure he stole or illegally hacked into on his brother’s computer; his brother being an undercover police officer in Richardson, TX.  I’ve even tried calling his brother, but that did no good at all. 

So…I keep living my life, feeling really bad for the women who are stalked to an extent much worse than I’ve ever had to endure.  One thing I know for sure?  The law does not work in favor of the ‘hunted’, but rather the hunter.  I just keep telling myself that Karma is going to catch up to this ‘monster in human form’.  Maybe someday he’ll realize what a LOSER he is, and he’ll just go hide under a rock somwhere….and never come out again.  Here’s hoping. 

But…for now–I believe Karma is gonna get him in the buttox!  That’s all…The End.

I Believe…

I Believe…  People really want to be ‘real’ and authentic, but they are too afraid of inviting judgment from others.

I Believe…  If you appear elusive and mysterious, everyone will be in line to have time with you.  But if you appear alone, desperate, and easy to get, no one cares about what you’re doing…where you go…you at all. 

I Believe…  If you spend your whole life trying to ‘live for others’ and fit the mold society slyly implies we should fit, we will always be lost…and so, we will never find who we truly are meant to be, nor will we obtain true happiness and peace within.

I Believe…  There is no such thing as real Freedom; not in society today.  Why I say this is: Ever since we first-started attempting to step out of the rat-race, and live ‘off the grid’, we’ve been dealing with the opinions of others (albeit…unwanted and unrequested), and the judgement/constant scrutiny of people who (if they had a life) should really mind their own business.  We are adults, this is ‘supposed’ to be America (heh um) …Land of the Free (?).  Okay…whatever! 

I Believe…  Freedom has become elusive.  Perhaps that is why I want it so badly.  ‘Just a thought…

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I Believe…  Somewhere….someone’s dreams are coming true, even as I write this thought. 

I Believe…  As impossible as many dreams seem, if one can only envision, their deepest desires can become reality.

I Believe…  I can get across this bridge to another place in my life.  Even though times may be hard in the present, my future will be as wonderful to me as I allow it to become. 

I Do Believe…

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I Believe…It’s time for me to get my @ up, turn off the puter, and go spend some quality time with my family!  Yeppers…!  I do believe!

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I Believe…true happiness shines through by-way of a one’s actions and the way you treat others.  Too much idle time can lead to vicious and idle words. 

I Believe…there is much truth in the saying “Misery loves company”.  After all, when you are happy in your own skin–content and fulfilled–you have no time to meddle in the ways and words of others because you are too busy living your own life. 

I Believe…laughter is contagious. 

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I Believe…the path less taken, toughest trod, hardest fought, is where we shall find our true self, a life worth living awaiting us, a reward of no materialistic value…though completely priceless.

I Believe…most of us are more than we have dared become. One should not judge another solely by the looks of the outside or by one’s worldly possessions. The part of a person that really matters remains unseen.

The Family Ties That Bind

Big Sis Mia Kisses Little Sissy Nixi

Sissy Kisses

 

 

 

 
July 28th 2010:
 
Well, it’s official!  Nixi is 10 months-old today!!  She is napping right now, but I suspect she’ll be waking up soon.  I’ll have to make this post shorter than my other ‘books’ I’ve previously posted.  lol
 
I was having a bit of a ‘shit’ day, and my oldest daughter Mia called me up to ask a funny question: “What was the name of the robot-maid on The Jetson’s?”.  Do what?  I had to laugh.  Still, we named-off several guesses, but knew we weren’t hitting the nail on the head….not even close.  So, I did what any curious lady would do–I searched it online.  :  ) 
 
Turns out, the name we couldn’t remember was ‘Rosie’–The Jetson’s robot-maid was named Rosie.  Funny that I could forget–or not remember that name in particular–since my mother-in-law is named Rosita (Rosie for short).  Oh well, the mystery was solved.  Mia, my daughter, said “Okay Mom, gotta go…at Six Flags now.”  Okay…  Why such a discussion came up at Six Flags, I’ll never know. 
 
Even though Mia is now a grown up, she is still such a kid.  I love her so very much!  Her face flashed into my head of when she was Nixi’s age…the years came and went like a flash!  Seems like only yesterday, Mia was doing all the things little Nixi is now challenging herself to master.  Standing up alone…?  Check!  Crawling everywhere…?  No problem!  Walking…?  Almost there, but not quite!  I give her a few weeks…at the most.  I’ll lose this baby weight yet!  :  )
 
Happy Hump-Day to All!  
 

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     I went to a funeral reunion today.  That’s what I call a funeral in my family: it’s the only time my extended family ever really gets together.  ‘Sad…but true.  I saw people I hadn’t seen or spoken to in years, people I didn’t even know, people who didn’t know me.  My cousin passed away at the young age of 53, and of course my heart goes out to those who will miss her most; people who will have a noticable void in their lives because of her absence.

     It was great to see my sweet little Aunt Maxine; she was my mom’s big sister.  My Aunt Peggy–my mom’s younger sisiter–was the one who lost her daughter.  I hope God will bless and keep her well, and soothe her pain and grief.  But, it was so great to see and talk to my dear Aunt Mac (as my mom always referred to her older sibling), she reminds me so much of my mother.  My lovely, sweet mother who has been gone since July of 2003–I miss her more every day.  Not a day goes by that I don’t wish I could see her face, hear her voice, touch her hand…once again.  I noticed that my Aunt Mac’s hands remind me of Mom’s.  I had her jot down her phone number–I’m going to see her soon for lunch or just to make up for lost time.  I know my Mom would love to be there if she could; perhaps she’ll be watching from her peaceful tower.

     I stood and looked around me, realizing that the same blood running through my veins was pumping through the hearts of my relatives.  And although we might not be a part of each others’ lives, we cannot deny…or forget, the ties that bind us all.  We simply need to embrace every opportunity we have to pull together and weave a tighter fabric or a softer place to fall.

     If you happen upon this passage–who ever you are–I call on you to reach out to someone…anyone in your family, whether close or long-lost.  Don’t let another day go by before you pull the fabric of your family…just a little bit tighter.  I know you’ll be glad you did. 

     God Bless…and Best Wishes to You and Your Family!  :  )