Me

The morning rain contributed to my entry today. The fact that it is now 12:09pm, and it hasn't even let up. Great. Now my Halloween Decorations will be wet, and I'm too lazy to go outside to pick them up. I had to give myself a challenge, to see what I could come up with in 30 min. So here I go:

Wait. This isn't the place to do this. I can't write something in 30 min, and post it on this darn, lonely blog of mine. I get real tired of writing stuff in my journal. If I write a short, it is now.

Rain. Again. Pounding on my roof, trying to get in. I can't seem to escape the affect that rain has on my emotions. The waves of my failures come over me, as I lie in this vast ocean. I'm drowning in my own tears, trying not to succumb to my unconscious fears. The noise in my mind is erasing this place and time. I take a deep breath, to calm my anxieties..one breath..now, two..moving onto three..My body is still, but my pain is real. I don't want the latest manufactured anecdote to numb my sense of being, I'm trying to discover the truth of my "meaning".

I've seen too much. Heard too much. I don't want to see anymore, or hear anymore. I want to just be "me".

A Story That Never Ends, In My Mind

I stay, and leave my dreams behind.
I stay, for a place where my children grow.
I stay, not wanting to endure the pain of a broken home, where love lives no more.
I am a human being, I am this one thing. Good friends are hard to find. This story continues in my mind.

Starry Night

I was sitting in the rolling hills of grass in Donegal with my daughter, on a starry night. The wind rolled by, softly brushing our hair against our cheeks. She snuggled up to me, seeking the warmth of my embrace. As we gazed at the sky, stars began to fall out of place. The first group that fell transformed into to white butterflies, brightly glowing as they danced in the air around each other.

I asked my daughter if she could see what I was seeing. She turned to look at me, confused by my visions, and simply slipped away from me, vanishing into the night.
I was alone on the hill. The cold surrounded me, and all I could do was lay down, and surrender helplessly to the starry night.

"Stop!! Don't run!"

I have 3 beautiful children. For each of their births, I chose to deliver naturally, without any sort of pain medication. This was a decision I made in relation to my belief that I would somehow interfere with their natural birth into this world. I wanted them to be wide awake, not groggy. For each of their births, I learned how to recognize my pain, and to just "breathe" through it, and each time, we all survived.

This morning, I took my son and daughter to Walmart, to buy Size 5 diapers for my 1yr old daughter. I unbuckled my 4yr old son from his car seat, then I unbuckled my daughter from hers. I was carrying my daughter on my left hip, and held my son's hand as we walked away from my car.

My son asked me, "Mom, are you going to put me in a basket?" I told him, "No, you can walk in with me today. We're just going to go in and get diapers, buy them, and come right back out."

At that instant, he let go of my hand, and darted off, running fast, away from me!
I yelled, "Pj! Stop! Don't run! Stop right now, mister!" He kept running.
I was trying to catch up with him, with Sophia in my arms, so that I could stop him before he got to the crosswalk in front of the store, but he only ran faster.

He did not stop at the crosswalk, he ran straight through it, until he touched the front of the store, then he turned around, and said, "I made it! I beat you!" My heart was outside of my chest by the time I caught up with him.

I walked over to where he was, took his hand in my mine. Walked back to the car.
I put Sophia back in her car seat, and Pj back in his. "Mom, where are we going?", was all he kept asking as I drove out of the parking lot, and headed back home.

I could not speak. I was in shock.

In shock at the thought of losing him. At the thought of his 45lb body being hit by a vehicle, traveling at speeds of up to 25mph; of not being able to see him grow into the young boy and man that I am hoping he will become of finding him unresponsive, there in the parking lot, at Walmart.

The tears started to fall beneath my sunglasses. I cried silently all the way home.
I have simply decided that from now on, he will be the first in the basket when I get to any store. I will not let go of his hand. I will not trust his judgment until I know he knows right from wrong.

Ponderin' the News

No time left in a single full day to write about what's on my mind. It's been a while since I've posted, and I am overwhelmed with all the news, day by day.

The crash of the Flight 447, disappears into a storm, never to be heard from again.

A follow up report in the Statesman about the woman who jumped to her death from the overpass at 35/Ben White, and the devastation it brought to a woman, just newly married.

A woman arrested for killing her husband by administering lethal doses of mixed up medication and water through his IV. She reportedly tried to commit suicide, but failed. Now she gets to spend the next couple of weeks wondering if she'll be a free woman. Point is, she had not been free for a while. Free from taking care of her husband since he suffered from a paralyzing disease. Her insurance ran out, and they had to depend on the State Funded Medicaid Program to pay for his care, which pretty much turned out to be very scarce, and so she took on the job as his caretaker.

What amazes me the most is that after I log out, and turn off my computer, every second that goes by until I wake up tomorrow, will be replaced with some drastic story to be told..over the wire..in the paper..on the tube..and in cyberspace.

Dillo Dirt

Excellent Stuff. This is what turns an empty field into beautiful turf, a brand new flower bed into oversized flowers and the best part, is that it's all poop from the residents of Austin, Texas. Way to go green.

UFO..

Yes. I am a fanatic, and I believe that we are not the only living beings in this universe.

I have seen UFO's since I was a little child. Now, in adulthood, I can tell the differnce between a UFO, a falling star, and a plane/helicopter.

Although, I do believe that some falling stars are UFO's travelling by so fast that they are passed off as shooting stars, or falling stars.

I have seen a UFO from my backyard three times since we have moved in. I really wish I had top notch recording equipment to catch my sitings.

Seizures..

Seizures are just bad accidents bound to happen. A middle aged woman, who accompanied her 4th grader on a recent field trip, suffered a seizure right outside of the museum they were visiting. Without any kind of warning, she fell straight back to the limestone floor, and seized all body movement.

I ran as quick as I could, to see what I could do to help. I rolled her over onto her side, and just spoke to her calmly, telling her to relax, and to try to breath. Even though I knew she couldn't hear me. Her eyes were wide open, and her pupils were fixated, no movement.

She had no identification on her, and no wristband for emergency situations like this. After the ordeal was over, I was informed that she had regained consciousness and was doing better.

I wish I knew more, but then again, if I had a chance to talk to her, I probably wouldn't be very good company. I was so enraged at the fact that she is a mother who did not have a bracelet on, and her 4th grader was too upset to even talk.

I haven't researched if it is unlawful to not wear a medical bracelet if you have a serious medical condition. One should be worn every time that an individual leaves for public outings with their families.

A Very Sad Truth..

April Fool's Day..and God still reigns forever on the radio..

A Made up Date and a song for a Spirit many believe in.

The most saddest day of one of my very close friends, Katie, happened yesterday. Most recently,sometime before yesterday, she made a comment in reply to my introduction of her to someone who I can't recall. It's not important right now.
I said, "This is our friend, Mike's girlfriend,Katie."
Katie's response, "Yeah, so we just pretend to like each other." Then I said, " Hey, I like you because Mike likes you, and who ever Mike likes, must be worth liking." It felt like an inside joke because neither one of us were offended. We smiled and let out a fake laugh (ha,ha). Katie has a beautiful imagination. She's wonderful company to my children. I mean, it may not seem obvious when you first meet her, but the girl has a sense of humor. I have laughed at some of her stories.
Back to yesterday.
I was happy because it was the Birthday of Cesar Chavez. I called my Grandmother, who just turned 76 one month ago on Valentine's Day, and asked if me and my daughter could stop by for some bologna sandwiches. I didn't have any cash and I left my wallet at home. I am forgetful like that. She made me and my daughter 2 pieces of meat w/Garlic, Salt and Pepper; which we rolled inside of warm-right off the fire of the gas range stove-yellow corn tortillas. While we ate, we sat and talked about family, life, and some problems. She then proceeded to make fresh flour tortillas. Wow..Fresh Home-Made Flour Tortillas. Went to the Library with my daughter, who just turned 10, 2mths ago, tomorrow.
Terrazas Library on Cesar Chavez St. in Austin, Texas. While inside, I did homework, and she wanted to read books and look at everything. She saw a statue of Cesar Chavez. She read an informational essay about him posted on the wall. She had overheard the conversation I had with my grandmother about meeting Cesar Chavez when I was 10 years old in the 5th Grade, Mrs. Gonzalez's class. In our beautiful Auditorium, with wooden theater like seats, I learned how to play the clarinet on that stage in the 6th grade, is where I met Mr. Chavez. I met him in the last years of his life. He must have just celebrated his 60th Birthday. Mr. Chavez made an impression in my mind when I was a pre-teen. His long fight for working rights of Field Laborers, his belief in the Wrath of the Grapes, the video we watched of women in the fields, picking fruit..mainly grapes. Where planes were filmed flying over fields of grapes and spraying the pesticides onto the grapes. This is why you are told to wash your fruit..to get rid of the pesticides..that can cause cancer, birth defects of unborn children..I was almost traumatized, but his speech at the end of the film, and then our march around our school for the cause of the Wrath of the Grapes, helped me reason with the reality of such unbelievable situations.
Back to the Library visit.
I did my homework and left home to finish up so my intelligent daughter could go home, shower and get ready for bed. Right when I got home, Paul was on the phone, and he was saying, "No. NO way dude. Are you serious? Oh my God. Damn dude." It did not sound a bit alarming because he reacts to things unbelievable to him like this every time.
When he hung up, he told me Katie's older sister collapsed and died. She left behind her husband and 2 1/2 year old son. They do not know at this time what caused her death. Today, Mike came over and said Katie left for the first flight out this morning.
I was traumatized, by Katie's reality, her sister's reality, the reality of the baby boy being without a mommy crushed me. Unbelievable. Hard to accept. Wished I could do something to remove the pain and confusion, and anguish. So I prayed.

Tonight I turned on the radio, thinking I had tuned into an oldie's station, but it ended up being the Christian radio station. I had just prayed and shared feelings of loneliness, and sadness. Asked for Angels..received praise and worship songs, all reminders that I still believe. I believe in happiness. I believe in forgiveness. I believe in love. I believe in God; the Father, Jesus the Son ,and the Holy Spirit. I believe in all 3 acts of love and the spirit's presence. I believe that God has answered my prayers.

St. Paddy's Day

Oh, Saint Patrick! Thank you for your kind humble spirit and for being a father to the citizens. For in the clover we find the three most important beings in our life time here on this earth: God the Father; the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

I will celebrate today in memory of the courage you displayed en route to the land in which you were a slave. You helped the citizens in those days, and history is not erased.

" Oh, I'm off to see if my money's good down at the local Pub...Don't know if I'll make it home in time for dinner...have no time for these pitiful snobs..so it's off to find me a lucky Irish sinner..." by lisa marie kennedy-martinez

I had a blast...

when I went to Hawaii. It was a personal "blast". I was inspired by the beauty of the universe, once again, to keep on pursuing the road to knowledge of everything that comes to my mind.

I am not going to put on hold my curiosities of "things" any longer. I speak of nonsense; as some have said before. No, not me little angels. I speak of what I know, what I wish to learn, what is of interest to me, and the intelligent world just waiting to be discovered.

I am a lover of the earth and stop to notice the small things. I love spring!!!

My life requires my full attention to details..to my children, to myself, and to others that live around me.

This is what happens to an individual whose family is torn apart, and the individual has no "real" friends in the world today.

I am living in the now, facing the realities..and day by day, it's a little more easier..

Seek out what you wish to know...the rest will follow.

Slumdog Millionaire

In an effort to remain in a mode of fiction or in this case, probably non-fiction, I discovered this film to be quite the story of a genius. If you're somewhat of a natural intellectual in life, then understanding the magnitude of this film's portrayal of "Slumdog" facts in another country is easy to understand. This film will remain a piece of work for some time in my mind.

I have to give it a never ending list of stars for excellence. The writers and producers really knew what they were accomplishing way before the directing began.

The actors must exist somewhere in the world. I've never heard of any of them, but yet they delivered a strong presence of ownership of the script for this feature.

A third world country. A place where Americans show who they really are? I mean, what type of an impact can an Actual American Truly have on a 3rd World Country?

These are out of control places, with no true government to protect them! No money going back into their economy, or their inhabitants education. No protection for their children!

A reality check hit home in an instant when I rediscovered the pain of mother hood in my own life, when Jamal's mother was killed in front of him. I let out a silent cry of agony. I cried.

I said a prayer for the souls who are hurting everywhere.

Revolutionary Road

I'm 31 years old, a mother of 3, and unmarried. I just got dumped by the father of my children yesterday. ( A very long story) I had a really hard time dealing with a whole lot of emotions, and received a phone call from a friend to go to the mall and maybe check out a movie.

It was between The Reader and Revolutionary Road. We didn't make it to the mall, but we decided to check out Revolutionary Road. I hadn't realized that this was the movie with Leonardo DeCaprio and Kate Winslett. (I have a schoolgirl crush on DeCaprio, and admire the work of Kate Winslett.)


This movie deserves an Oscar. I found it to be funny, smart, realistic, and ultimately, heart wrenching. Maybe it was because in some parts, the movie touched on some "relationship" problems, that I've been experiencing, as a mother, a woman, a friend, and a lover.

I would love to go into details, but as I always feel, I do not want to ruin it for the readers who would like to check it out.

I give it 5.5 stars.

Devil in a Black Truck

I was driving on 35 to the movies last night. I had taken the lower expressway and was going the speed limit. I kind of had that deer in the headlights look. I was totally in a zone, rocking out, kinda numb brained.

All of a sudden, the sound of an engine being revved up snapped me out of my zone. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw to bright headlights. The vehicle was literally 1ft away from my car.

I could not switch lanes or go any faster, there was a car in front of me and a car beside me. I was totally scared. I tapped on my brakes, but this only made the devil in a black truck more aggressive as he got closer to my car, and then almost hit the right rear end while he quickly switched lanes, and started doing the same thing to the car in the right lane.

The devil in a black truck exited the highway at a high speed onto the frontage road by the local Fiesta Mart in Central. The sound of the engine being revved echoed in the expressway and in my head.

Computer Literacy

No one is too old to be computer literate. Think of the world wide web like a really wide space, and you're able to travel at the speed of light..sightseeing, and communicating with humans along the way is not a bad thing.

It's only real bad when you have no one in real life to talk to on a real personal level. It's a great big Monopoly Game. Everyone wants a part of the best real estate on the web, and from my most recent experience, it happens to be MySpace, Twitter, and Facebook at this time. No matter how old.

Unidentified Flying Object- May Day..May Day...

It's been a little while since I've truly posted any news of days. Although, I do have a long list of drafted items I still need to publish. This will come during the week. For now, I've got something interesting to share with my readers.

I could not believe my eyes this morning, on the way to have brunch at Trudy's Northstar Location. I was traveling North on Mopac passing Camp Mabry ( on the left ), listening to the radio ( Jammin' 105.9- Tootsie Roll ), and driving the speed limit of 65mph.

Right up above our car to the right, about 75yards up towards the NE, I saw an object (unrecognizable) being incinerated as it got closer to the ground. It had a fireball attached to it. The idea here is something entered our atmosphere, and traveled long enough to be completely non-existent, only an image planted in my mind.

The image is kind of like trying to throw a marshmallow fireball more than 100yards away. The flame will go out. The marshmallow might make it to the other side, still intact and not too crispy.

The first thought that came to my mind was that it could have been a meteor, (about soft ball size), but burnt to a nothing, and not even making landfall.

My initial reaction was, " HOLY MACROW!!" then I turned off the radio, so I could explain myself to poor sleeping Paul, who I woke up from a sound nap.

We DVR'd Desperate Houswives, and were in the middle of watching the show at 11pm. The commercials included a News Preview of " reports of fireball..find out what it was, coming up at 10pm."

Missed the news, but did go to statesman.com and there was the report. Interesting how so many people reported..(I'm reposting this blog at statesman.com)

Funny. I have another story to go with this one. Having to do with a Rainbow Warrior in Hawaii.

A Rock n Roll Slumber Party

It was such a joy to have a slumber party for my daughter for her 10th Birthday. She had a total of 5 friends stay over last night. She told me this morning that they did not go to sleep until 2:30am. I landed my head in my comfy bed at 11pm, only to be demanded by my 6mth old daughter for middle of the night feedings 3 times last night.

I made my way downstairs after one of the feedings and found all the girls sleeping side by side; some snoring, some breathing really hard. I made sure they were all warm, and covered them up with another blanket.

Her guests consisted of pre-pubescent girls 9-going on 11 years. They played a water balloon toss game, Twister, Hungry Hippos. They each were given a brand new t-shirt to decorate with fabric paint, and iron on decorations.

When the girls arrived, it was time to make their own pizza. They brushed olive oil over the crust, smoothed pizza sauce on the dough. I added the cheese, and I had them put the toppings of their choosing, and in the end, what a delight to watch them enjoy the their unique creation.

Sunday paper coupons really do come in handy now a days. In one of the Sunday Coupon books, I found a unique recipe that called for strawberry yogurt, fresh strawberries and kiwi, and some homemade brownies. All of these ingredients are layered in parfait glasses. Wow! It was a very delicious treat.

It was really interesting to see and hear my daughter and her slumber mates playing the instruments to PS2 Rock Band. They sure did Rock Out. I stayed out of the rockin' and rollin' until this morning, while the made from scratch Tres Leches Cake was baking. Mmm, another great homemade recipe I concocted for the occasion. Oh, how I love my daughter.

I quickly discovered that they had a whole lot of energy, and we ended up playing Hide and Seek in the Dark at one point last night. I tried my best to participate as they voted me to be " it " and counted to different numbers, the highest being 31. I was so scared to go upstairs and search for them, for fear that I would really scare them. Okay, I feared I would pee in my pants. This game brought the anxiety of hiding so well, as to not be discovered, so that I could make to "home base" when I played hide and seek as a child.

When I woke up, I went straight downstairs to start cleaning, and I made them all eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, and their choice of drink. The house smelled so delicious.

Tres Leches was requested by my daughter, and it was enjoyed by her friends.

100-0

100-0

Mark Cuban inviting the losing team to watch a Mavericks game from his suite; which he's hardly ever in. This is "Sportsman-like conduct."

The Covenant School led the game 59-0 at half-time. Is this where the "Golden Rule" should have applied?

The opposing team, Dallas Academy, has 20 girls in their High-School. I can not understand how they did not score..at all, in the whole game. Now, that is serious.

I know there's all this talk about the right thing to do, backing down from a lead, the golden rule. I just think that Coach Jeremy Civello should have done more for his team as well, way before this game.

What about that, huh? What about practice makes perfect? If you are a coach, and you know your team does not make the shots, and they do not score, why would you even put them out there like that? They should just get rid of the program, if it can't be coached right.

No more adjectives, just verbs...

"I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes when you finish
the life of the emotions and of personal relations; and suddenly
find—at the age of fifty, say—that a whole new life has opened before
you, filled with things you can think about, study, or read about."Agatha Christie (1890-1976)

I had just finished posting a blog at blogspot.com, and on my page, I have a gidget called, "Quotations of the Day". This quote by Agatha Christie motivated me. I hope that I'm able to make it through this part of life; raising kids, finishing my degree, being financially able/stable, so that I can enjoy the second chapter in my life.
I believe that most people live to see 100, and for me, this means that by age 25, they've lived a quarter of their life. Then by age 50, they've lived half their life. I'm a quarter of a way to 50.

I need to make sure I take good care of my mind, body, and soul.
I may not have a degree yet, but I plan to before I turn 35, so that my children will have an excuse to get a degree, too.

Children are a blessing, and it's really hard to raise children when all you're working with is what you naturally have; a conscience and innate desire to nurture them til death comes. The intention here is to raise my children to be respectful of themselves, and others. To seek out the good, and be weary of the bad. Be mindful to seniors/children alike. To make a commitment to ensure their understanding of their classroom curriculum, so that they will be very prepared to excel in a Higher Education. To try their best to succeed, and to remember that it's okay to fail, as long as they know they gave it their very BEST.

Most importantly, to have faith in themselves, and to not be afraid to love, or show affection.

I want all this for my children, and more. I've lived long enough to know that these "things" do matter in one's life. If I've been shortchanged, it's because my own parents did not know any better, which led me to "not know any better".

None of this will do my children any justice, if I do not implement plans now, and take action. The latter is the harder part.

To take action means to actually do what ever it is that is intended to be done. Funny. The world wide web is an interesting place. I Googled, " to take action", and found this blog

Now, because of my great passion of writing it out and doing the research, I've found a nice blog to help me through today.

Cool.

Apathy is a Friend of Mine..

..and it is a scary place to be. I'm in a slum, which brings out the worst in me. I am battling the idea of just giving in to a bout of apathy..and I'm trying to give myself a time-line of about 3 days..in which I can come out of the other side a new person..

Does this type of rational thinking really work? If I let myself fall into a depression, where I actually review my emotions, and figure out a way to "get happy", then does this define a depressed person?

My passion for existing on this earth through writing, researching, networking, reading, has led me to a place of loneliness. I'm stepping away for a while, until I figure something out.

No More Adjectives, Just Verbs

"I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes when you finish
the life of the emotions and of personal relations; and suddenly
find—at the age of fifty, say—that a whole new life has opened before
you, filled with things you can think about, study, or read about."Agatha Christie (1890-1976)

I had just finished posting a blog at blogspot.com, and on my page, I have a gidget called, "Quotations of the Day". This quote by Agatha Christie motivated me. I hope that I'm able to make it through this part of life; raising kids, finishing my degree, being financially able/stable, so that I can enjoy the second chapter in my life.
I believe that most people live to see 100, and for me, this means that by age 25, they've lived a quarter of their life. Then by age 50, they've lived half their life. I'm a quarter of a way to 50.

I need to make sure I take good care of my mind, body, and soul.
I may not have a degree yet, but I plan to before I turn 35, so that my children will have an excuse to get a degree, too.

Children are a blessing, and it's really hard to raise children when all you're working with is what you naturally have; a conscience and innate desire to nurture them til death comes. The intention here is to raise my children to be respectful of themselves, and others. To seek out the good, and be weary of the bad. Be mindful to seniors/children alike. To make a commitment to ensure their understanding of their classroom curriculum, so that they will be very prepared to excel in a Higher Education. To try their best to succeed, and to remember that it's okay to fail, as long as they know they gave it their very BEST.

Most importantly, to have faith in themselves, and to not be afraid to love, or show affection.

I want all this for my children, and more. I've lived long enough to know that these "things" do matter in one's life. If I've been shortchanged, it's because my own parents did not know any better, which led me to "not know any better".

None of this will do my children any justice, if I do not implement plans now, and take action. The latter is the harder part.

To take action means to actually do what ever it is that is intended to be done. Funny. The world wide web is an interesting place. I Googled, " to take action", and found this blog on how to take action

Now, because of my great passion of writing it out and doing the research, I've found a nice blog to help me through today.

Cool.

Hotel for Dogs..

"Where are we?" "We're in deep doodoo."

This was a hilarious movie. Watched the film with my kiddos this afternoon. Gotta hand it to the dogs for being so talented. Once again, I was reminded that we are in need of a family dog. We all agreed we would like to be licked in the face!!

Although the story hit home with the main stars being orphans. I'm left wondering just how many abandoned children there are in the United States, today.

Fear of Flying

The plane flew into a flock of birds, which cause the engines to go out. This was the reason that pilot Chesley B. “Sully” Sullenberger made an emergency landing into the Hudson River.

The first thought in my mind was, "I'm going to Hawaii, by plane, and I do not want to see any birds." I want Sully to fly my plane.

If for some crazy reason we are to make an emergency landing in the Pacific Ocean, I pray we land as smoothly as Flight 1549.

This is dedicated to the statistics of the chances my plane will go down in the Pacific Ocean.

Stephen King

Now Reading: Stephen King, A Memoir of the Craft, On Writing.

Borrowed the book from Washington Carver Library. Had memories of my Aunt who at one time in my life was a Life Guard at the pool in the park behind the Library.

I have read up to the second half of the book. It is not a biography. It is a memoir, and it has been hilarious, sad, and truthful.

Now I'm at the part where he's writing about the craft of Writing..from his point of view.

I find this to be a very interesting book. I can't help but feel a deep sense of motivation, and it's an awesome feeling.

It's an interesting find after searching for more work from Hemingway, Faulkner, and Dickinson. I want to read the "OLD" books.

SO DON'T LET IT!!

READ A BOOK.

GAIN KNOWLEDGE..OF THINGS YOU NEVER KNOW EXISTED..

GET OUT OF YOUR CAVE, AND LET YOUR MIND'S EYE TAKE YOU TO

A PLACE OF SOLITUDE..A PLACE OF PEACE WITHIN YOUR SELF..

SING OUT LOUD..SMILE FREELY..AND LOVE Y-O-U-R-S-E-L-F

DISCOVERING WHO YOU ARE INTERNALLY IS A DISCIPLINING TASK...IT MUST BE DONE WITH CARE...

RELAXATION IS A MUST!!

SEEK IT.

****This is intended for Mature Minds and was written by Lisa Martinez..on January 14, 2009

A Kiss

A mother's kiss is as soft as a rose, when she kisses away her child's fears. It brings a needed remedy for when her child's eyes are full of tears.

How does a kiss make the saddest frown turn upright and create a beautiful smile?


If magic exists, it is within a kiss. For there, where the kiss is planted, it will also be missed.

Pizza Butt

Hawaiian Pizza. From Craigo's....mmmmm. Don't try to lose weight while eating pizza, unless you can work off the calories. Tonight, we ordered pizza at 7:20pm. Why the details?

No nutritional facts on the labels show just how unhealthy it is. So..there goes this morning's workout!!! And the afternoon walk. And the evening stretch out.

Focusing on what is important is real hard to do...need to get over it.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Went to go see this artistic movie on Monday night. Just before the Horns beat Ohio.
I have to say I did not expect for it to last almost 3hrs long, but oh' man was it worth it. I want this to be a part of my movie collection that has not been collected yet.

I would like to elaborate a little more on why it was so interesting, but I really don't want to ruin it for those who have not "scene it".

All I have to say is be prepared to be confused; a little disgusted; amazed; and then a little sad and happy at the same time. Pay attention to the time line in which the events/story takes place..it was awesome.

Movies from Red Box Rock!!!

Just got through watching "Forgetting Sarah Marshall".. Loved it!! and the only reason why would be because of the writer, Jason Segel. The man is a genius, and he's making money being genius.

This movie moved me to an endless stream of questions. The second it ended, I started to think about stuff..in my own life..and how awkward it was to find out how the world of music composition, screenplay writing, and genius all fit in together.

It almost made me feel like I'm totally missing out on something that is unattainable at the moment, but will be present in my near future.

Hope keeps things alive. So, off to following my dreams it is.

"He's Just Not That Into You"

I received my February edition of Ladies' Home Journal, and one of my favorite Hollywood Starlets, Drew Barrymore, is the cover girl. At 33 years old, she still has that baby face from E.T. and Fire Starter. The article by Marisa Fox, covers a info about Drew and her new film, "He's Just Not That Into You." She owns Flower Film Productions, which as produced many award winning films.

Drew is known to play a role in her films, as she does in this one, along with Jennifer Aniston, Ben Affleck, Jennifer Connelly, Kevin Connolly, Ginnifer Goodwin, and Scarlett Johansson.


Fox writes that Drew's new movie was adapted from the book, "He's Just Not that Into You: The No Excuses Truth to Understanding Guys, by a Writer and a Consultant of Sex and the City; Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo."

Seems like it would be a great read, if I were single, and still looking to date!!
However, I do not mind one bit paying 9 bucks to see the movie.

I assume that Drew Barrymore is a hip-chic-billionaire with a non-fictional happy face.

Whew! I feel so much better now.
I may not be a billionaire, but at least now I know I'm not crazy for being a happy person.