HOLLAween

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It’s that time of year! Where people either put on their masks or take them off; Lol. Per usual I wanted to think of something crafty and cool with swag, but, it’s Oct 24th and I have NOTHING. #GRRR. So, last minute trying to think of what to do with what I have!? Any ideas!? I know a group of guys playing mobsters and a few ladies doing the whole naughty cop, nurse, maid thing. Way to keep it original Ladies… LOL

Halloween or as I call it HOLLAween has always been just another day for me, nothing too exciting. I have thrown a bunch of parties where I live or gone to a few in the past, but as far as trouping it up to Salem and all that… No Thanks. HOWEVER, I have found great interest in the interests of others.

Source: Google Image Search for Halloween (orig from: brandthunder.com)

What I have found, and find quite interesting, is how many people walk around all year wearing a costume and actually use Halloween as their day to let the real person show. I think that’s pretty cool. Think about it; many of us wear uniforms or have a dress code for work, play, kids’ soccer games and cocktail dinners. There’s even a strict dress code to go clubbing in the city. BUT on Halloween there is NO DRESS CODE. In fact, you’re supposed to do whatever, be whatever and imitate anything you want. That’s pretty dope when you think about it.

Then there is the scary part: Witches, Ghosts, Goblins etc. Ummmm Ok. The last time I was scared was watching Thriller while being babysat by an older cousin. I couldn’t have been older than 6. At the end of the video when he turns and has the crazy cat eyes and starts laughing… What?! OH HELLL NO. I cried until my face hurt! LOL. Since then the scary thing was never my fancy, just doesn’t interest me much but I can appreciate the movie genre.

So let’s try to open this up? What scares you, or what movies are you still afraid of, fears you may have, memories that still give you goose bumps? Ill go first!

To this day whenever I drink Vodka I have nightmares. I don’t mean about demons and exorcisms. I mean like I crash my car and miss an event or my loved one and I have a huge falling out which causes a divide of some sort.

Your turn!

Two Glasses of Wine

“When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 glasses of wine…

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous ‘yes.’

The professor then produced two glasses of wine from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

‘Now,’ said the professor, as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things; your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions; things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.’

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else; the small stuff.

‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.’

‘Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. Do one more run down the ski slope. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first; the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.’

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the wine represented.

The professor smiled. ‘I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of glasses of wine with a friend.’ ”

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Where I am in my life has been really exciting for me. I feel like I have accomplished many things; some of them expected and some things unexpected. It feels like an accomplishment, being a minority from the background that I have, but it’s also incredibly humbling.

It’s allowed me to look at my life and look to the many things I still want to do: own some property, streamline the business, expand the business. But, I’ve also always appreciated and enjoyed the many great people in my life. I want to, as a person, be more productive, grow, learn, read more and really spend more time enjoying life with the people I care about.

I think I do a pretty good job most days of appreciating what and who I have in my life and focusing on the “golf balls” of my life. But, having read this story recently, in light of my 30th and all that meant to me, I thought it was a great reminder and something important to share with my readers.

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A story you should read..

There are so many things I can be grateful for in my life and I try my hardest to remember how hard others have had it in their lives before I think about my “have’s and have-nots.” I was thinking of a story I once heard,  and I felt compelled to share it with my readers, as I thought it was the perfect way to express how incredibly lucky I think I am in my life. So, please read it to the end and I hope that you can understand the lesson provided, but also look inside yourself and find this inspiring. When I heard this story, I was inspired and have been ever since.

“Like many families in the US, our ancestors are most likely from other parts of the world. Well that’s no different in this story: here was a Latin family whose dreams and aspirations were, like everyone else’s, about coming to America to find and hopefully live the American Dream. Dreams can sometimes turn into nightmares within a house hold and for the young girl of this story, that’s what happened. Very set in their ways, this family didn’t use words to express love and affection rather they “took care of business” and you should assume the rest. Living relatively modestly, this girl found herself on the other end of some really unhealthy and abusive experiences. At such a young age (6-12), you can imagine the developmental risks and implications of these interactions. All too familiar with local police she became a bit of a run away, learning about life on the streets and using the real (at time harsh) world as her classroom since she didn’t find any solace, comfort or place in a traditional learning environment. Burdened by family pressures while hardened by life lessons she met a man, she bared his children before she was even 20yrs of age. No education, no strong family ties and no wedding ring. Only promises of a future one day down the road. This man wasn’t exactly the knight in shining armor and he used manipulation and preyed on her love for him; eventually this lead to more abuse and mental deformations. After years of abuse and ridicule she found enough strength to take, what were now her children, and raise them on her own. With no career in sight and a measly G.E.D she made sure her children always had food on the table and clothes on their backs. They may not have had fancy toys and 20in rims but they had each other…

You must understand this story is already more than what some people have dealt with in their lives and trust me I realize that there is worse out there… Read On Please…

Relying on government aid and local town scholarships she was able to give her children the opportunities they needed to make friends and do most things other families and children were able to do. Yes their cereal had generic labels and cheese came in a block but to the outside world, the family took care of itself. Taking and applying some lessons she learned in her early days on the streets she taught her children respect, honor, values and morals. Her children both then had enough skills to finish college, have jobs/careers and are law abiding citizens. Her children say please and thank you to complete strangers. Her children are friendly with each other and love one another and communicate daily. Her children have no criminal records. Her children have never done drugs (WHAT???)! Her children love and support her to this day. This woman still struggles today with physical ailments and a personality disease that doesn’t always allow her to be happy or pleasant. She has fought with people, pushed them away and made some poor decisions because of this disease. She has lost loved ones because of this disease. She has limited options in life now because of this disease. Yet she still gets up every single morning and puts on a smile for a world which has not dealt her the best hand in life. I think about this woman and I need to make sure all my readers know how much I admire this woman for her fight when she could’ve quit. I admire her will when there was no way, I admire her optimism in the face of reality and I wish I had her strength to start over and lose and start over again.”

I want everyone, and I mean everyone, to know how much I love my mother. I’m so proud of her fight and will and the knowledge she provided to her children when she could’ve quit. I am so thankful for her sacrifices she made to raise two children in this difficult world. I love her with all of my heart and people sometimes ask me where I get my energy from and I would like to proudly admit that I get it from my momma!

Until next time!