why change

This year has been a great one with the exception of the scares. We don't remember what all happened in these twelve months I mean there is so much to process.
All we can remember are the deaths of humans that society helped raise. I say society because, when parents don't raise their kids right and something happens in that persons life, it's always the fault of someone else. You don't ever hear the parent say" where did I go wrong" you just see riots.
Or when Ebola hit home. In our case it hit real close to home. I have sisters that work at Presbyterian and if you knew how close to home it was you'd see how lucky my family is.
Or how about the movie that was so controversial that it could have started a war. The interview will be in history books one day and that ten dollar movie ticket will be worth thousands of dollars. I haven't seen it yet but to think that a comedy could have started a battle is just preposterous.
How about all the people that decided to end their lives this year due to bulling or because of their inner demons.
And wondering how forty three students could go missing all at once in Mexico.
I'll be thinking of those not with us tonight.
I am thankful that I still have my family and that even though we had some scares I still have them with me.
I'll be thinking of our new family member Natalia whom my sister brought into this crazy world.
I'll think about how I allowed another furry animal to live with us.
I'll be thinking of my friends who lost loved ones this year.
I'll be thankful that my father was able to get back to work after being absent from it. Like seeing my teenage son get a job. don't judge, at my age that is how I see my parents. You too will feel the same.
I'll think about all the friendships lost and all the new ones that I have gained.
I'll thank God for the people in my life.

Even though I ended this year working and starting the new year back at it tomorrow I'll be grateful that it has allowed me a roof over my head and the ability to feed my furry babies, all seven of them.
I love an animal lover and for her I will be thankful.
When the ball hits the ground and we are counting down the seconds I'll thank God that she is still by my side loving me as I love her. Knowing that she takes me and all the crazy thoughts that go through my mind. Its been thirteen great years.
Even though we, still in two thousand fourteen, are unable to marry that doesn't mean that maybe next year it won't be different.
I'll thank her for introducing me to my second family, which that alone is such an amazing thought to know that not many can get along with their in laws.
I may not have all the riches in the world but I have a loving family and great friends that I'll be thinking of when we leave this year and enter the new one.
All these small images will go through my mind and hope that I have somehow captured these memories through photographs.
I'll think about all the opportunities I had this year and hope that next year they will double.
So while I have my red panties on and champagne in one hand and a Snickers in the other I'll say good bye two thousand fourteen its been nice knowing you and well, hello there two thousand fifteen!  Are you ready for me?
While some of us will be celebrating all the good this past year has brought us, others may not feel the same joy.
Then I'll think for a second or two after that and say that I will change then realize and shake my head to a big no. I'm half my lifetime and if I hadn't changed before, why in the world would I change now?
Did I mention I'll be thankful for being introduced to Cristela Alonzo on ABC, she's hilarious.
If you happen to stay home like us just breathe and take it all in but if you happen to be out be safe because you want to make it to the first day of 2015!

photo irony (will rap 4 weed)

I may not be good at it but I love to do it. I like to take pride in my photos. I'm still learning as I go. I've never really been good at anything but what I do love to do is taking a camera everywhere I go. I don't share a lot of my photos mainly for the criticism. I don't like to take the ones that you have to work for. I like taking the random ones. I had entered a photo on a small board for a gallery showing a while ago. I had help from my partner. Never thought something like a photo on a board would sell, but it did. Due to it being in the show I was able to enter another piece and this time it was an actual framed photo. It didn't sell. I'm going to be honest and say I don't mind when it doesn't get sold because I get a kick out of you seeing it. When the gallery owner found out that the photo didn't sell he told me not to stick with photography. He didn't really care for that (art). I mean anyone can take a photo, right? He made it seam easy as if anyone can do it.

This is what I do. I'm not the painter, the musician, or the professional photographer. I just do what I do. A few weeks ago there was another call to artists but this time to photographers. You would have three days to go down Deep Ellum and shoot a photo of anything happening that was going on in Deep Ellum this particular weekend. The topic was when you think of Deep Ellum, what comes to mind? Most of my time spent in Deep Ellum was day light walks. I wanted to see how different it was to capture a photo of Deep Ellum at night.  I found out about it on Thursday and on Saturday night we were roaming the streets with my camera. Had fun doing it, one of my favorite things to do in this world is walking and taking pictures. I had taken a few shots so I had to narrow it down to one photo and that alone was tough. Come Monday I had to drop it off. That same Thursday the viewing of the others photographers photos were to be displayed. We got there late and to my surprise my photo had already been sold. I picked the one with the young lady standing on a car holding two signs that read "will rap for weed" across from Trees (music venue). This is what I think about when I think of Deep Ellum. Deep Ellum to me is local music. Not necessary that she would rap for weed but the fact that music is the number one factor that describes Deep Ellum.

had the doors open so everyone could hear the music

check out that line at ten pm

slaughter haunted house friend

graffiti art even on the potty 

zombie hunters

What is now ironic to me is that the one man that didn't think photography was even an art, a form of expressing oneself just cut me a check for my photo. His words when he gave me the check were " you are now a professional photographer" you would think that that feeling of someone calling me a professional photographer would have made me feel good but it didn't. I've sold photos before and have sold them for charities but here was a man that didn't even know me that has told me to not stick with photography had now classified me as "professional" because he physically handed me money for doing it, photography.

I find in my life
many ironic things.

thousands to rest

Have you ever stepped foot to a home that houses thousands of soldiers?

 

When that day comes how will you handle the death of your loved one? There is no correct way. No lesson plan. No one else to handle it for you. We just have to handle it the best way that we can.

It will take time to heal but in the process try to live every step of the way. At least that is what I believe to be the best option there is. I don't speak from experience. I speak from watching others suffer the emptiness that they must feel.

You've heard about, tomorrow is not promised, but have you heard, the next few hours are not promised as well?

There was a loving wife that ate lunch with her husband every day except for the day he played golf with his buddies. Lunch is so simple but at times is just a way of saying I have to at least see you just to get through the next half of the day. He dropped her back off and when she arrived home she didn't imagined she wouldn't see his smiling face any more. He'd had his last lunch with her.

What happens though when it was just the wife and the husband. She now feels so alone. What do you say to her? How do you get her to move ahead and try to be strong?

Have you ever just sat down and written exactly what needs to be done in case of your absence. Don't do it just for your loving partner but for your children as well. It may sound silly to you but if I and my partner were to pass together at the same time, who'd look after our four legged babies? How would they understand what will become of them? Hoping they'd end up in a loving home. In the week ahead I encourage you to do just that, write or let someone know what you wish to be done. Death is scary but it shouldn't be something you are afraid to talk about. It will eventually happen.

Ended today helping a friend say goodbye to her husband. She doesn't know how she will go on. I tell her to be strong, take her time to heal, and that even though she thinks its over that it isn't. He was buried at the Dallas Ft. Worth National Cemetery today along with twelve others. Twelve other men and women now accompany his side. Think about it for a second.  In one day twelve families had to say goodbye to their loved ones. She wasn't alone in this cycle of life.

how safe is your baby egg

How does an egg carton come in handy in a baby shower? I love my sisters but throwing a baby shower is not easy. My sister is having her little girl pretty soon. You would think that food is the important part but it's not, having the guests entertained is what makes or breaks a baby shower. I always get picked to do the games. I don't mind just some pressure involved. Wanted to do some new games. So I did my research. I like for the ladies to get involved as a group. Don't want them to fall asleep on me. The traditional game is measuring the belly. I just spiced it up by tying all the long strands of paper to her body. Like a mommy walking mummified. I introduced them to the one where you make a baby over your head with your eyes closed out of play-doh. the mommy to be picks out the best looking baby. One of my favorites that I had them do is pass a carton of eggs around the room and have them pick one then pass the markers around and have them draw on the egg. The point is to make them individually their babies. They were to keep their babies with them at all times, care for it. At the end who ever still had their babies without a crack, won a prize. They got smart on me by putting them in their cleavage. The trick was whether they were boiled or not.

It was a bring your boyfriend, husband, and partner to the shower kind of shin ding. The women inside while the men played outside. That way the ladies enjoyed their margaritas and the men their beer. Did I mention that it was a Spanish baby shower. I for a second thought it wasn't going to work but it actually did.  Yes there was a mechanical bull. I ended leaving early so I never found out if they had the curiosity to wonder if the egg was breakable or if they won. I think this was intentional by me. It was a two to eleven pm baby shower. 

If you ever throw a baby shower try to involve all the ladies at the same time. I've been on the other end and well there is a difference. I know you've heard of musical chairs, but how about passing the dirty diaper. The competition was tough and the ladies really played rough for their prizes. They all wanted to be winners. It brings out their inner child. In the end it was actually a fun night.

matrix-y

Earlier last month at S4 (it's a dance club in Dallas on Cedar Springs Rd) there was a competition that I wanted to attend. The competition was to get participants to dress up as Lady Gaga for a chance to win a pair of tickets to her concert here in Dallas. It was quite interesting to see the outfits that the participants were to create. My goal was to attend and decide for myself the winner. Not enough people participated so two guys from the audience got asked to join. No, their outfits didn't qualify and I thought that they shouldn't win but it was okay to participate. As the hour neared to the end the stage grew with less Gaga's. The best winner did indeed win. Happy for him. I feel like the best Gaga's will be a guy, maybe because they really go (all out) to make their costumes.

the participants

But it all really boils down to this.......I took my camera. Who takes their camera to the dance club? This girl right here.  I didn't want to go with my big camera bag or a purse. It's not ordinary to go dancing while having a purse. So I tucked it under my pull over shirt but over my tank top. When it was time to snap the photos I took it out but when it was time to leave I hid it again. They allow camera's but I didn't want anyone to bump into it so I wanted to keep it close to me. On the way out I spotted someone very characteristic and wanted to snap a photo. It was going to be a quick one so I kept it hidden. My Heather opened the door and within seconds I moved aside my pull over and reached across my body to grab my camera. The movement I had done was like a person reaching out for their gun. This is when I realized what I had done. Outside the doors there stood two police officers that had seen what they thought was a black object to be reached like a gun. They looked at each other with huge eyes. The look on their faces was priceless. Well it seemed at the moment that it was. There, o crap stuff is fixing to go down, face finally changed to a sigh of relief and laughed while they looked at each other.

the person in white was the winner

the photo that I just had to take

I still took my photo and began to realize that if the police officers weren't as smart safe as they were I could have had a gun drawn on me and well I would have been highly upset. My life has it's moments but my photography life has its risks.

not a clear cellphone pic but maybe you can see where my camera is

I'll be more aware and less matrix-y.

forever together

I don't know if you remember my Bonnie and Clyde. They were tiny turtles that I got from a festival last year in Terrell, TX. I  had to have two little turtles. One was going to be alone. Went out and bought them a big tank with two lights. One for heat and the other for sleeping purposes. I named them Bonnie and Clyde. Who doesn't love the famous couple? The two lovebirds. I had them for about two months. Yes loved those two little guys dearly. I know they were just small little creatures but you should have seen them get on their rock and jump off to swim. How about the times I'd come home from work and head to them to hold. They'd always hide from me but I would get them every once in a while to poke their head out, or a leg.

Bonnie and Clyde

Bonnie

 

One day Bonnie didn't look so good. She wasn't eating. We tried finding a veterinarian that specialized in reptiles to make an appointment to take her. We found a vet and made the appointment had to wait till Monday to take her since it was a Friday when we called. She didn't make it. Come Sunday she had passed. Felt so sad like if it was my fault for not knowing she was not feeling well. She now rests under a rock in our back yard.

I was more careful with Clyde. Made sure to check if he was having similar symptoms. He was happy until he also did not want to eat. So I didn't hesitate and made the first appointment possible. Told him to hang in there. Didn't really care how much it was going to cost just knew that I wanted him to be well. Loved the little guy. Come the day for his appointment and he didn't make it. He now resides next to Bonnie under the rock. Felt horrible for days. Crazy isn't it. I only had them for two months and already loved what people like making soup out of.

Was already going to train them to be on a leash to take them walking. Having them roam the floor in the house and have them bite the cats and have the dogs gently push them where they wanted to be.

Ever since then Heather has been trying to get me some more but I just can't replace them. Doesn't feel right especially if it happened again. I just never got to take them to the vet to see what exactly it was that caused them to go. We even bought special food to give them. Cut up lettuce as treats.

Ironic isn't it how the real Bonnie and Clyde could not be buried next to each other but my Bonnie and Clyde are together.

Heather tells me that it is always hard to buy me something for my birthday. It really is hard. I don't ask for much and usually the things I want I can afford and just buy it. But this year was different.
Came home today from my parents to find a box shipped all the way from Honolulu, HI. It arrived late but when I opened the box it was Bonnie and Clyde together forever.

Maybe they couldn't be apart after all. It was the most beautiful message on a rope I could have ever asked for.

steps in the way

I know I shouldn't complain but I do anyway, I'm only human. I honestly forget how old I really am until my body tells me. A week ago I fell. Yes this girl fell. Then I thought about how many times I've fell in my lifetime that I can remember. It seems that every time I fall, steps are involved.  The first one that I can remember at the moment was when I was working downtown. I was leaving the porch of our home in Dallas and I was around nineteen years old.  I missed a step and fell ripping my pantyhose down my knee. I don't remember what happened next just remembered being mad at the fact that I tore my pantyhose and I was now going to be late for work. These things were mandatory when showing leg. The second time I fell was here in my home going down the steps to take the trash to the curb. I remember sitting down in the dark for a while just crying because I was mad at myself for doing so. It really hurt, I thought I had broken my ankle. Then last week I accompanied my sister to the doctors office and on the way out, I kept looking straight and forgot there were steps. I twisted my ankle as I fell on my behind. It hurt but I was more concerned and glad that it wasn't my sister who was carrying a baby in her belly. Then again things like this only happen to me.

I took this photo just minuets before I fell

I had hurt my knee running and it hasn't totally healed, and now my ankle hurts. I feel like my body is telling me that I am getting really old, especially when I feel like I wobble when I walk. I am not mad that it hurts but upset at the fact that these are signs of not being young and not being able to just get back up and like nothing happened. Normally by this time I'd be pain free.

Towards the end of my shift today I ended helping a man that was special and he just didn't know it. He walked hunched over. Told me his story. Here was a man standing five foot one not because he was old but because he had back surgery. The surgery went wrong that he had to go back and have part of his ribs removed to help him walk and that is why he now walks like if  his waist is on his chest. Here stood a man that was once five foot nine. Yes, five foot nine now five foot one. He was still walking. Because of his waist he forgets what size to get in pants. Here was an old man by himself and all I could tell him was to not give up, he is not a quitter. He smiled and said "No, I am not".

He made me feel horrible about feeling all damaged and happy that he was still surviving his everyday tasks. After he left a lady heard our conversation and started to almost cry. She saw him walk away with his walker and couldn't look me in the face from bursting into tears so then I tried to hold mine back. We both started to fill our eyes with tears.

I'd had a rough day with people and the way I was mad at myself when the last thirty minutes of my workday God send me an elderly angel to tell me its okay.

artsy weekends

April showers bring May flowers. Have you heard of it before? April is the perfect month to be outdoors. Its not too cold or hot but in today's forecast it is really cold. Loving the rain we have been getting here in the area. Today is putting on warm pj's and sipping on some hot coffee. April is a great month for art festivals. I am a lover of the arts so being able to attend these festivals is a plus. The Deep Ellum Arts Festival was last weekend and this past weekend was the Main St. Ft. Worth Arts Festival. While it rained in Dallas it was windy for Ft Worth. It also got canceled Sunday due to the raining and winds. If you missed them that's okay there is always next year. If you have visited both art festivals you will see that they are different in some ways. For instance the Deep Ellum is more about the people and the place. Love the Deep Ellum Festival and I get to do what I call, people watch. See some interesting characters. The one in Ft. Worth is all about the art. People all over the United States come to show us their work. States like Oregon, Tennessee, Florida, Rhode Island, are a few but the list is endless, and of course locals. The vendors in Ft. Worth also get awards for their art. It gets jammed pack. Feels like you are in traffic but walking without music as riding bumper to bumper in the car.


Deep Ellum Arts Festival (Dallas)

The month is almost halfway over but there is still time to squeeze in the arts if you live in the DFW area. This coming Saturday is the Cedar Springs Art Festival, on yes, Cedar Springs. Hope to go down and check it out. Have you ever been on Cedar Springs in the day light?  It is totally different than at night. just hope they had enough vendors for the event. At the end of the month, the last weekend of April, there will also be a gallery walk. A Deep Ellum Art Walk. This also allows you to visit galleries you would normally not get acquainted with.

Main St. Arts Festival (Ft. Worth)

Before the month is over enjoy the outdoors because May is around the corner and it will get H.O.T.

I've heard "I'm bored is there anything to do?" many times from many people. There is always something to do just feed your brain and pump your inner soul with art.

wrist spitters

Woke up feeling yucky and as the day progressed I knew I had caught something. I don't know exactly what it is just know I don't like this feeling. Worked today being sick still means making my money. Okay sometimes I do call in to work but I didn't think I had to. Before lunch I already knew I didn't want to come back. Kept having to turn around due to the fact that my nose decided to start dripping. How freaking embarrassing.  Took a Dayquil this morning but I think it had wore off so I took another on my lunch since I knew I was running a fever. Took a small five minute nap on lunch before fighting myself to go back. I thought I was embarrassed this morning nope after lunch my fever broke. That is the term used I don't know why though. It's not like I fell down and my fever stayed on the ground shattered while I stood up. I started feeling hot. Really sweaty hot. To my surprise other people noticed. One person was telling me that they hadn't seen me in hot flashes before if I was okay. So I replied by saying I'm not that old to the point of hot flashes yet. While another person that I was dealing with that had never seen me before in my life asked if I was okay. That I was really sweating. I had to explain the whole breaking my fever story. Then I told myself enough is enough who can I give my sickness to. Yes I'm evil that way. It's a myth that if you are sick you can pass it on to someone else and that will allow you to get rid of it. So I found my target. Never made it to her. I instead just went to the restroom to wipe my face.

I put dish soap (Dawn) to give an illustration.

I'm about to tell you a myth that I learned today that you might have heard before but it is my first time hearing of it. While wiping my face and blowing my nose in the restroom a lady told me of something she was told to help in my condition. She was told that if you have a runny nose, sore throat, sinus headache, or feel congested all you have to do is spit on your left wrist first. Yes spit. Spit on your left wrist rub it in with your fingers then spit on your right wrist then rub it in with your fingers. It sounds gross but it's actually you spitting on yourself. Now I don't know how true this is but she claims that she told someone else about it and it helped. Unless you can prove to me how that can medically help you improve your well being then I'll give it a try. But until then I'm going to stick with Dayquil and NyQuil. I just plugged those in.

I figured if I have to hear stories like this one I shouldn't have to be the only one to know about it. I bring out the stories in some folks.

Hope to get better soon because April will be my busy month. Will be outdoors more than usual.

You know how sometimes, I know I'm not the only one that says this, how sometimes you wish things on your worst enemy? Well I don't ever wish them bad things just wish them to feel like I did today. I'm horrible aren't I?

why is a birthday so important?

I asked myself this question today. Then I asked my friends. Why is an adult birthday so important?

I don't recall having my birthday celebrated as a child. I believe I was two years old when my parents celebrated my last birthday. It's not that they couldn't do it big just that we were not really raised around other kids. My moms tradition when birthdays came around is a traditional dish, Mexican mole with arroz. That's when it was just the six of us. My parents and my sisters six times a year. Then when I hit twenty two that is when I had my first real birthday. When I met Heather is when I started knowing how it was to celebrate a birthday for myself. It felt really good. When our first niece came to be with us. We celebrated like never before. We wanted her to feel like it was to have a birthday. After that I made sure to celebrate everyone in my life's birthday but I got carried away and backed off. I don't celebrate them like I had in my twenties. It just gets depressing after a while. As the family gets older it doesn't become as important as it was in the younger years. Now the loved ones live far away or just don't care about specific people in the family enough to celebrate it.

Last year I didn't do anything for my birthday. I made it intentionally dull. Wanted it to be the way it had been before Heather but she spoiled me in the past and it turned out making me feel horrible. I told myself that it didn't matter, from that point on I was going to celebrate it the best way I could from this year and on after that.

I hate having a heart. Hate feeling like I need to do something.

Made a new friend here a while back and she turned thirty yesterday. She wanted to celebrate it big. I mean it's only once you hit that milestone in our life time. Her plans were to make it memorable. I asked her, so how did it turn out? She looked at me with the saddest look on her face and said, nothing. Didn't do anything. Just spent it at home. I felt her pain. Didn't realize how important a birthday can be. I just figured we get old and on to the next day, like regular.

How many of you have had a birthday and had all these plans and just none came about? How many children and adults go without even a birthday cake? Have you ever thought that blowing out some candles to make those birthday wishes come true, some haven't experienced it yet. Now a days you have to celebrate a birthday by making it better than the last if not it didn't even matter.

When you remember your past birthdays do you remember who all was there to help you celebrate?

Yes we feel like a birthday is important to you and me, but that is when my heart aches to think that someone didn't get to feel that happiness, that acknowledgement that they exist.

melt down

The day starts off great then you have a melt down. At least this is what I think happened to me. I don't show it maybe because I try to hide the fact that I carry an inhaler. I have asthma. It's something that I am not proud of. I've had it since I was about two years old. My mother recalls my first episodes and I have it stuck in my mind ever since. It has gotten better since I've grown. I remember doing a lot to try to get rid of my asthma but of course you really can not. I've been there done that as far as helping to try to ease it to it's minimum. Who ever has asthma knows how it feels like to try to catch your breath.

I tried getting a refill on my prescription today over the phone and the doctor refused to give me one. She wouldn't let me have one due to the fact that I haven't recently sat in her office to hear the same thing over and over. Doctors have claimed to help me with my asthma. I've been used as a guinea pig all my life so I know what to expect when visiting a doctor that thinks they can help control it. I have visited plenty of them in my lifetime. I'm okay I don't need it at the moment but I do have to see her next week so that she can allow me to breath again normally if need be. I don't really blame her I mean she needs to make money off of me just to help with her daily life expenses. So from today till next week I hope I can make it without having what I call an episode.

I'm about to clock out and finish what I have to do in the back of my J O B when it hits me. I start to cry and get mad at the fact that I need a freaking inhaler to allow me to breath. Why do I rely on such a small piece of device to allow me to take that breath to help me function in daily activity. Makes me feel like a machine that needs adjusting from time to time to survive. It's just not right. What makes me more upset is the fact that the doctor knows I need this to breath and she thinks that I can just wait on her to get it. Like if my life depends on her signing a piece of paper. Then I realize I have to stop crying before someone sees me and I'd have to explain why they wouldn't understand the kind of melt down I just had.

But I shouldn't worry because if need be I can come to the doctors office after hours to get a treatment to help me pass my episode and I still will not get an inhaler. Isn't life just grand in the hands of another.

CBC taste and tour

Did a Community Beer Company Taste and Tour last Saturday. It was interestingly fun. We were a group of six friends. The tour started at two and ended at five. While you got to tour the brewery every hour you could relax and have some quality time looking at the local art of the day artist or catching up with friends lives. You get three tickets to try their beer on tap of choice for that day for only ten bucks. Not bad considering you get a good size on the beverages. When you finish one beer just go up to the counter and take your next pick. I'm not a beer drinker. I just don't care for the taste. I know that when it is hot outside and you have been working up a sweat at work you enjoy coming home to a cold beer. It just tastes sour to me. I need a little sweet flavor in my mouth and in my belly.

 

Even though I was down for the tour I was willing to take on the challenge. One thing is for sure, if you decide to do the actual brewery tour make sure you haven't had that much to drink. I say this because I was already on my third beer when we decided to do the tour. All I could hear was the voices in my head telling me blah blah blah blah blah. I recommend you taking it earlier than later. Besides checking out the art they also had food trucks available for the hungry. Dress is casual you don't really go to impress the guys because it's one of those places where it's only about the beer not what you look like to the guys drinking the beer. I enjoyed myself but after a while started feeling tired and sleepy. After the taste and tour I continue to stick with what I know, I'm not a beer drinker.  One thing I did like was that it was indoors with a back opening which means if it's cold or hot outside you are kept inside a big spacious room and can also go outside to drink. The one that I would love to do is the tour beer bus. But that is for the future. After drinking the beer I checked to see if I had grown any chest hair. Good to say I didn't.

The beers that I tried were:
Pale Ale, Public Ale, Mosaic IPA, and Vienna Lager the one that I liked was Vienna Lager.

They have them every Saturday this is the address
Community Beer Company
1520 Inspiration Dr
Dallas, TX

I'm going to share a story that happened in the bathroom that will have you saying beer is not for the girly girls.
I'm in the stall while another friend is in the lady's room as well. It's already filled with lady's trying to handle their business while all of a sudden a lady tells her friend "you are fabulous". Then the friend tells her friend "no, you are fabulous". While a third lady says"you have a good friend, telling you you're fabulous". So they all say it to each other "we are fabulous" 
I didn't get to see the ladies for I would have to pretend to be tipsy and say "y'all are all fabulous"
Instead when I came out of my stall I looked at my friend and said"OMG did you know we are so fabulous" in a fabulouish voice.  
I know I should be nice since we are all fabulous.

wasted 2014

Lets get food wasted. Yeah doesn't sound good. It happens. Went to an art show two weekends ago and well everything was based on food. All the art was food related. Second year in the making the curator of the show is Raymond Butler and friends it was held at the Basement Gallery in none other than Oak Cliff. Our goal was to get there early to be one of the first twenty people to get a free designed Wasted t shirt. I remember last year the line was long so you had to get there early just to be that lucky. Least to say I was first in line was in a group of five so I don't know if I just jumped in first or they let me. I was just excited to be first. From experience The Basement consists of paying a fee, ten bucks. I think ten bucks is worth the visit. since everything was based on food there was Mexican paletas, donuts, small bundt cakes, cupcakes, chipotle, chicken wings, and alcohol with regular beverages. As long as they had it there it was for us to have. My first time to try chipotle, it was okay no biggie. On the other hand I was ecstatic to enjoy the crown with cokes. There was a DJ for the dancing queens. It was like I pictured, quite interesting. I don't know why I like going to Wasted, who else but this one person thought to create a show dedicated to only food. If they continue to have them I'll try to be first in line but I know that won't happen again.

When ever you get the opportunity to get Wasted the best is to get food wasted.

ZEStfest?

When you hear the word Zestfest what comes to mind? The first year I saw the bill board with this word  I actually thought of oranges. There was an announcement about the event coming to town. After the event happened found out what it was about. Zestfest is a festival that introduces your taste buds to spicy sauces and foods. The second year that it came to town, not going to lie, didn't seem that interested since I am not into spicy stuff. Yeah, I know this Mexican doesn't care for spicy foods. I do eat chips and hot sauce but not the real burn on your tongue hurt in your belly feeling. My partner wanted to go but didn't think she would enjoy taking me since I wasn't going to play along. So I promised her and myself that the next year it came along I would definitely take her.

taking the challenge (Heather Shoulders and Steph Dickinson)

I didn't think I would enjoy it but it's one of those things you do for your love. It seems to be held at the Irving Convention Center every year. It is a big room with several isles that you go up and down tasting the goods. They had spicy dips, spicy pickles, spicy margaritas, spicy coffees, spicy chocolate, and especially spicy sauces. The goal is for you to try the goods and buy the best tasting one. The one you will enjoy the rest of the year. Like the commercial where the grandmother says that "she puts that s!!! on everything". The thing that was interesting was that they had milk stations at almost every corner. We were there for quite some time. I didn't try a lot of tastings because the ones I did try made it to where my throat was burning. I am a big wuss when it comes to spicy foods so I got to try the other alternatives. There is something for everyone. I got to try flavored coffees, toffee, spicy chocolate, bought some no sugar added pecan pralines. I was bad I know it. They have a little of everything even sausage and one of my favorites, frozen wine.

My senorita and a friend took on a challenge that had men tapping out of the tasting. It's called Ca Johns Execution Station. Known for the Guinness's World Record on hottest pepper, the Carolina Reeper. Had men turning red, sweating, even one said that he couldn't feel his face. But these girls made it to the finish. I know I couldn't have done it. Takes certain taste buds and a strong stomach to handle all this hot pain. I was prepared with water while she held a milk jug. Didn't even break a sweat. That's my girl.

I recommend Zestfest to any one that wants to take the challenge. It's only an experience if you take on the challenge. If you don't like spicy foods don't go into their kitchen but if your friend or loved one enjoys it be there to wipe the sweat of their forehead or carry their water.

Be on the lookout around this time next year. Make your mouth feel things you didn't know it could.

anti superbowl party

Everyone pretty much knows what goes on at a Superbowl watch party. Besides the women yelling and men crying there is food and alcohol, a lot of it. It's actually better than a birthday party. Everyone that drinks will bring a six or twenty four pack if not that, they will bring a side. Who does this at a birthday party I mean do you contribute? I have worked every Superbowl Sunday for as long as I can remember. I get people that are just anxious an talk about it at work. I'll be helping someone and you can just see it in their face" who are you going for?" "where are you watching the game?" It's almost a disappointment that look on their face when I tell them that I don't watch football. Believe it. This person won't do it. Yes I support school football since I have brothers that played in school but no pro football for me. Maybe it's the making millions to just run a ball across the field and showboat about it just doesn't catch my attention.

new picks for this years party are : mang-o-rita, pico de gallo lays, and silver linings from the redbox

What we started doing was celebrate this particular Sunday in our own little way. We get all the fixens like pizza, chips and dip, hot wings, and lets not forget a little adult beverage drinking going on. Instead of watching what everyone would normally watch we get a girly movie. We pick a new movie to watch and make it a real chic flick and we make it an Anti Superbowl party.

Now don't get me wrong if you watch the Superbowl that's just as fine. Someone has to watch it. Someone has to help those boys make those millions. Who is to say you won't make some money gambling today.

It's just not my thing and am glad to have my significant other enjoy the same things I do for if not tonight I might have been supporting her in bringing a side and a six pack to a Superbowl party.

May the best team win while we enjoy our little party.

needing reassurance

Today was a rough day not because I was actually having one but my emotions were running all kind of different ways.

Getting a call at odd times of the night or morning will get you thinking that something is not right so it's almost a scary thought when you answer the phone. I can't question God you are just not allowed to do so. I am no one to question him but when you don't know why there are so many evil people in the world what I feel is just hate. Feel like I'm ready to give up. Told God today that I'm ready for the world to end. A little background I'm Mexican and yes we are filled with culture but it also has its downs. Feel like the life of a Mexican soap opera without the romantic tale more the bad mafia.

We walk through life not knowing who crosses our path. Do you really know somebody? No.

Today a man came in and told us that he ran through the back of the gas station where he worked last night because someone came into it shooting his co worker. He never thought working overnight would have him so scared to go back to work. He was going to have to look for another job. It seams the least of the worries, but what about the man that lost his life today. The man that worked double for the sake of love. The man that worked to save money to bring his girlfriend from Ethiopia to America. Isn't it ironic how one instant your life can change. Wanting to bring her to a country where you were gunned down by someone so they can rob the place you have worked, for a better future for you and your family. An honest man making an honest living while someone that chooses to do wrong holds your life in their hands.

No one any where is ever safe.

So many innocent people lose there lives to the unholy ones.  I needed a sign of reassurance in humanity.

I hate feeling like I have the world weighing me down.

Just when I think this is it I get another man that tells me that he has been helping a veteran for fourteen months. He grocery shops for him, does his laundry, picks his mail from an address to a different city, buys him his necessities........ when I think about this man I think about the fact that he doesn't get anything in return. He provides his time and his own gas. He could have stopped long time ago but he didn't. He tells me he does this three or four times a week. He does it from the kindness of his heart. You tell me who does this without anything in return.

That didn't equal out today. The bad still won. But I didn't ask God for it to be equaled out I asked him to give me something to go with. He did.

I prayed for my uncled today and God listened. I'll pray for the girlfriend that lost her love. I'll pray that the kind man will continue to have his kind heart. I've heard of praying for sinners but the only thing I can say is for them to come forward and pay for their sins.

Love one another today, right now the next second could be your last.