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Who’s OLD?

April 12, 2011

Ever since I turned 30, last autumn, I have been a lot conscientious about my age.  I was so worried about gaining wrinkles or seeing that first grey hair, but I have neither yet. I can hear the grumblings of everyone in the world, much older than me, yelling, “Gah! I wish I was your age, knock it off!!!” I do know that I’m worried about nothing and I’m being silly.

Only, I have the mind of a teen and it was very traumatic to celebrate my 30th birthday last year. It took me by surprise, believe it or not, to realize that I was no longer in my 20’s and there’s so much I haven’t achieved in life yet. I had a long list of things I wanted for my life by the age of 30, yet I procrastinated and thought I had time… Where did the time go??? :-o

Anyhoo, I was worried about my outward appearance changing, that I didn’t even bother to think about my inner self or my body aging. Over the winter, I found out that I have an issue with high blood pressure. It’s not too serious and not anything that can’t be fixed with a proper diet and exercise. But it was a real wake up call that I have to start eating right and not continue with my usual daily meals from take-out restaurants, a greasy and high fat diet that I had started since my teens.  So, I need less of that and more home cooked salt-free meals. ;-)

But… more recently, I have noticed that a lot of foods I had once enjoyed doesn’t sit well with my system anymore. In fact, it makes me downright sick and will keep me in bed for days. I’ve been trying to find alternatives to my snacking and re-discovered my love for cereal. But even that has changed too. I use to love the sugary stuff, but somehow it seems too sweet and disgusting. And so, one night I was snacking on a bowl of Shredded Wheat, thinking, “Nom, nom, nom! This cereal is SO good!” Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, as I shouted out to my sister, “Oh, my god!!! I’m OLD!!!” :-o

Let me explain, as a kid and teen, I hated Shredded Wheat with a passion. But my mother raised us in the old fashioned way of, “if you don’t eat it, then you won’t have anything to eat.”, before today’s children became spoiled and are allowed to choose all of their meals.  So, in order to get through a bowl of Wheat, I often pretended that I was a horse and eating hay. Don’t laugh, because it worked! This imagination got me through a lot of “yucky” foods growing up, which included broccoli, by pretending they were trees and I was a fearsome giant. Though, now I adore broccoli on my plate, no pretense needed. :-p

But, I seem to like and appreciate whole grain cereals nowadays. I can’t even look at the sugary cereal box, without gagging! It seems my diet and tastes have gotten older, all on it’s own.

As for my maturity, that’s still growing… I’m not the most mature person in the world, I still enjoy my rock music, video games, and anime. I fall asleep with my Kakashi (anime character) plushie in my arms, every night. But I do know that sooner or later I’m going to get OLD. And guess what… I don’t think I will mind it, at all. I’m looking forward to it! :-)

The world does put much emphasis on being young or new, but the truth is, being young is so full of drama and struggles. There’s a lot of “firsts”, rites of passage that are so harsh, and too much trying to find where one fits in the world. It’s a ball of stress being young, in other words. Life seems to get calmer, when one becomes older, a lot less heartache or worries. Not to say that older people don’t have their own problems, issues, or drama… But they don’t have the pressures that are put on the young these days. The whole finding a mate, getting married, finding a house that’s not dilapidated but in a nice price range, having children, paying the mortgage and so on.  Not only that, but the pressures to keep up with one’s weight, current social situations and fads, and fighting off the droves of opinionated peers who’d like to throw in their two cents on how you should live or raise said children. The elderly have already been there, done that, and moved on, free to live out their golden years doing whatever the hell they want to.

So, of course I look forward to those years. And… if I’m lucky, when I reach it, I’ll be a lot more wiser than I am now. :-)



A Hippy’s Song

March 1, 2011

I’m feeling a bit poetic, at the moment. So, the following will be in the rhythm of a poem, but it’s not quite one. And no, it will not rhyme. I’m bad with rhyming, believe it or not. And it won’t be in a line-by-line format as poems usually are. But, I’m going to title it like a poem and it is an “artistic” expression of my current thoughts and emotions, with the song “Mystline” by Nujabes playing in my mind’s ear. Feel free to skip this one, if you’re not interested. I promise, this is my first and last time I will care to share my poetic side. ;-)

One song, the same notes that I have been dancing to, starting at the age of a little girl. A melody found within the playful mind of a child, who was once happy with the state of just being. Without worry or the outside voices of the world weighing in. Happy, naked, and free. And without wanting it to, unprepared and unprotected, I was pushed out into the harshness of cold streets. Standing on bare feet, surrounded by unforgiving towering dark steel, of dirty concrete and soot-covered windows. Still, I held onto the song and the dance, too stubborn to let go of memories of the green soft grass that I had once stood on. Nor would I lose my grip of the musical notes within my head. I continued to dance on sharp gravel, discarded cigarette butts, and beer bottles shards. No matter how much it cuts into my soles, I dance, too stubborn and too afraid to let go of the innocence that belongs to me. It’s mine, I found it fair and square! But am I free?

They tried to bound me and tried to break my legs, so that I could not spin anymore.  They beat me in every inch of my body, spirit, and mind. And when they grew tired, I took up the  slack and continued to beat myself. I fell down a million times, by their hands and by my own, and I had stopped dancing for a while. On and off,  in long stretches of time, crumpled on the cold and dirty ground. The song still playing in my mind, taunting me when I wanted desperately to quit, taunting me to keep moving, to get back on my wounded feet and fractured legs, to dance again. And I did dance again. Am I free?

I need so much. I yearn for a real family connection. I miss my best friend. I crave the arms of a lover that I have not yet met and I miss the faces of my unborn children. I am dancing my way through life alone, my world cluttered with the knickknacks and keepsakes of the people, places, and things that I had once tried my curiosity in. My brave but often failing attempts to find my space, in one way or another. I am searching for that space still, that final keepsake, the place of where I truly belong in this world. A spot to dance, to be free in, to be left unharmed, as is, to stretch out and grow in. I haven’t found that place yet, but I’m still dancing to my song, moving until I find that soft grass again. Am I free?

The demons of my past are slowly sliding away from my shoulders, with every shuffle. I fall down, but I struggle back up again, trying to keep in time with the rhythm in this eternal conga line. I don’t know where I am. I am lost. This song is playing, unrelenting, urging me to move on. Don’t stop! I am so tired of this cold harsh ground digging into my skin. My feet are growing numb. But, I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop! This is who I am and I can only be me. I can’t be you. I can only be me! Where am I? Am I anywhere close to being free?

I know that I will never dance on center stage, in front of an adoring crowd, of people that can relate to my movements or appreciate my struggles. But, I don’t dance for fame or money, anyhow. I dance because I have to, I dance because if I stop, my soul will cease to exist. So, I’ll dance in the dark alleys, the wayward paths, the abandoned doorways of the city. With or without an audience, in light and shadow. Am I free?

I’ll keep dancing, as far and as long as my legs will allow it. And when my legs quit, I’ll move my arms to beat. And when my arms die, I’ll bob my head. And when I’m no longer able to bob my head, I’ll hum the notes. And when I can’t do that anymore, I’ll listen to the music in my head, for as long as I can…

I’m not free, yet.



The Joy Of Writing

February 21, 2011

Writing is used for so many different reasons in life. A person can write to express themselves in creative ways. Or to vent their everyday frustrations and anger within negative situations. And writing is a tool that therapists often use, as a therapeutic means for healing, with their patients. Also, writing can be used to protest wrongs within society. Or to cheer up a friend or make someone smile.

There are plenty of ways of writing too. There’s the traditional way, of pen to paper, of scribbling in a notebook or journal. Also “snail-mail”, handwritten letters sent back and forth between friends, relatives, or lovers. In the electronic age, there are emails and cellphone texting. There are forums and social networking sites, where people are writing up a storm to each other in posts. And of course there is blogging, one person expressing there likes and dislikes (or whatever), much like this site. ;-)

There are also books being published and magazine articles being written, in the professional world of writing, everyday.

No matter how or on what form of media a person choose to write, there are billions of people writing everyday. And the reasons for why people choose to write are many. Sometimes the reasons are common, but sometimes not.

My reasons for writing is simple… I have been writing, since the age of nine, when my fourth grade teacher first showed me how to put my words onto paper. I’ve told this story a million times, whenever a person asks, “Why do you write so much?” All I can answer is, I’ve been writing since I was a little girl, I loved it and never stopped loving it, so I continue to do it. It’s a part of me. I have no grand aspirations for it, other than to enjoy grabbing my thoughts and imagination from my head, and splattering them into black and white. It makes me happy and it’s a nice hobby of mine. ;-)

I never wanted to grow up and be a writer, to be honest. Writing has always been something that I enjoy doing, but I had no desire to make into a profession. I wanted (and still wish it) to be an FBI Agent, working in the division of bringing lost and missing children back home to their families. That was the professional career that I’ve always wanted, to work in law enforcement to protect children. But my life didn’t quite work out in that way…

Still, my writing is my solace and my way to express myself. I am “opinionated” and a lot of times people don’t listen to me in person, talking right over me, ignore what I have to say. I write so that my thoughts and ideas are not lost to me. I sometimes come back to this blog, to read over what I had written any given day, to hear myself within the roaring sea of my life. I don’t write for an audience, to gain fame or popularity, or to please the masses. I write for me and maybe to make my friends and family laugh. I can be a ham, if I know they’re reading! Hi, mom! ;-)

I have added this blog to a FaceBook page, not to gain more readers. In fact, I almost backed out of making that page and if I get a bit overwhelmed by traffic, I can tear it down whenever I wish to. I had realized that even though I write this blog for me, me, and me, many others have been visiting for a while now. These are strangers from all over the world and all over the US, as my blog stats reports have it. They are respectful and silent, reading and returning to read, not leaving a comment or making a big deal out of my random posts. Which I appreciate! Loud noises and sudden movements tend to startle this squirrel. :-o

But, I realized that I couldn’t keep this site hidden for long. And the more I try to, the more popular it may become, like a underground cult following of some sort. So, I might as well put it out there a little and make it a little less special! :-p

HOWEVER, I’m still writing this blog for me only. I’m not going to hire proof-readers, change up my usual randomness, or writing patterns to suit an audience. My posts will continue to have some bad grammar slips and stay on my usual rantings, thoughts, and ideas as always. But, the frequency will have to change a bit. Last season, I had a habit of posting here Monday-Friday. And I thought about going back to doing that, come spring, but no.  Even when my muse (my best friend) comes back, I simply won’t have the time to spend writing in my blog as much, because I’m trying to get my life into shape. I’m not getting any younger and I can’t be a slacker forever. So, for some weeks, I may go on a writing binge of Monday-Friday posts. And for some weeks, there may be only one or two posts. Or no posts for a few weeks. It depends on my mood or what exactly I feel compelled to share, at any given moment. So, this blog itself will be randomly written. ;-)

But back to my first point, writing can be a lot healing and self-satisfying. And there is only a few wrong ways of using this tool. It’s important to remember that line from the movie “The Social Network”… That when you write on the internet, what you write is in pen, not pencil. You can’t erase what you’ve expressed and it’s stuck out there for good. So, I try to make sure that what I write is something that I don’t mean or something that I’ll regret later. The opinions expressed here are my true ones and not subject to change.

And if I do change my mind on something, I’ll be sure to post that. But… don’t hold your breath. ;-)



A Pen For A Sword

February 18, 2011

We all know of that old saying, “The pen is mightier than the sword”. And it’s true, words can be sharpen and used as a weapon. And they also can be doubled-edged, cutting the flesh of the wielder, if one isn’t too careful before speaking too soon.  You wouldn’t grab a sword by it’s blade in order to pick it up, would you? And sometimes in our rush to make a point, to win an argument, or to defend an idea we do go grabbing the sword by it’s blade, without taking care to look first. That said, my rant of yesterday is still very much right and those people were awful… but I also will admit that they may have made a human mistake, so threatened by someone they shouldn’t have been, therefore grabbing their swords by the blade.

And when I think of it that way, I actually feel sorry for them a little. As I had once or twice rushed in fit of anger or trying to push an ill-conceived idea, that I’ve cut my hand instead. I guess this is a hazard that happens to all of us who wield words, from time to time. Even to the best of us of scribes, I’ll add too. Still, I don’t recommend this forum to anyone who is a writer or an aspiring one, whatsoever. Because even though I’m basically giving these people a pass of “maybe they’re not so cruel, but instead made some grave mistake, in their lack of judgement and mature communication”, it doesn’t mean that they would agree. They could very well be just flat out jerks, and I could be giving them more credit than they deserve. =p

But the fact is, I’m not new to writing, by any stretch of imagination. And people who underestimate that fact usually wind up in a “foot in mouth” situation, when it comes to interacting with me. I grew up the tall and lanky, skinny and awkward girl, in Philly. I never was strong or could fight physically, I had so many bullies and was always the target for physical and verbal abuse. So, since the age of nine, I had to defend myself in some kind of way. I chose words. I still got my butt kicked physically, but I still had my wit and pride about me, regardless. My bullies couldn’t take that away from me and nor could they ever win a battle of words against me either.

So when I write, I’m no stranger to using my words as a blade, and it is a finely tuned and well worn weapon. I’ll never be a genus, a weight-lifter, or a pretty model with bodyguards and men willing to use their bodies as shields to protect me from the flaming of others. All I will ever have are my words to defend myself and no, I will not “play nice” with those who aren’t slowing any punches towards me. And that’s that.

But I do know and realize that with every weapon, a person has to take care on how they treat and use it. I’m not one to start swinging around words, out of the blue and willy-nilly, but I will get harsh if pressed. And only AFTER all appeals for respect falls on deaf ears.

But I digress…

In writing that angry and venting post (Yet, highly true account. And I don’t feel that my words were unfair, not at all, in my reaction to the negative situation), I realized something huge. I miss writing my blog and using my words, for all things. I don’t only throw literary punches for my own gain or to defend myself, I’ve also used my words to defend the wrongs and mistakes done against the rights of others, in the current political and social situations within the US. And beside my political rants and political letters, I have used my words in this blog towards healing and encouragement of others also. I have used my words for laugher, of writing humorous anecdotes, and just for fun. I have used my words here to express myself, out of randomness and out of boredom on some lazy summer days.

And because I write for the joy of it,  people like this blog, despite that it’s just one view from one unpublished girl who lives in Philly. My last year stats report from “The Rainpuddle” was a lot flattering, to say the least. I had gotten, 1,300 hits, which is the amount of three 747 Boeing passenger jets. It’s humbling to know that so many people took the time to read what I had to say. :-)

So, I wonder… why did I stop writing here, again? Oh, yeah… my muse, my best friend, went away until the spring and I lost my inspiration to write for the winter. BUT, he is coming back soon, so I had always attended to come back to this blog. My whole idea of writing a novel was just a plan to do something constructive and not mope, while he’s away. And not only did I successfully completed my goal of writing a novel, I completed the goal twice over. Getting the novels published was an impromptu goal, that I threw in on New Years, because I thought it would help speed up my time waiting. And I liked the idea of my best friend coming home to, “Yeah, so I got published over the winter.”, with me giving a pompous shrug and acting all cool about it, “It was nothing.” LOL.

As it stands, I’m still putting off publishing and may never pursue that goal again in the future, but that’s fine! Sure, these jerks of the forum rattled me… but in a different way than just dashing my confidence. I now see what happens when a person forget what writing is really all about (and common human decency too) and I’m afraid that if I keep chasing the publishing path, I may end up like them… jaded and clueless, the light of the real reason for writing all snuffed out. And that’s scary! :-(

Besides, I don’t NEED it to be cool in the eyes of my best friend, other close friends, or family. It was just a simple “want” to be published, not a need, so I’ll live. :-)

I love to write and it’s a huge part of me. And so, I think I’m going to focus on doing what I love to do here. And I have never really advertised this blog, only checking off that little box that’s default for all WordPress blogs, to add this blog to Google’s directory. But that’s it.  Which makes it more awesome that three passenger jets full of people have found my site on their own and liked it, this obscured little blog on the wayside.  Maybe I will list this thing on a FaceBook advertisement page, someday soon. It’s free and easy to do, so I have nothing to lose there. =p

Anyhoo, I am glad that I have remembered what is important, before I ran off and got a swell head and jumped into a corporate world of back-stabbers, highly jealous and snobbish weirdos who feel threaten of other writers, and money-driven maniacs who have forgotten the heart within true writing. Keep in mind, I’m not speaking about the three kind people I met on that forum for a brief second, the two older gentlemen and one cheerful woman who’s a contemporary artist/writer. I do wish them luck in the land of the snobs, if they decide to stick around that sickly forum.

But for me, writing is not about the bottom line, dollar, or cents. Writing is an art-form and comes from the heart, and there is no “one size fits all” tag on what forum or format good writing should come in. The box is just a box, but what’s inside it is what matters the most. And all REAL writers know, feel, and live this. :-)



What I’ve Been Up To…

January 5, 2011

Well, you may have been wondering what I’ve been doing, while I’ve been away from this blog. Maybe not! Which wouldn’t surprise me, you blogger leeches! Pfft! But for those who are wondering and those who actually care beyond my writings… :-p

No, I haven’t been curled up in a ball and crying my eyes red. I did that a week ago, thank you very much! HOWEVER, I haven’t had the drive or inspiration to write much. Not for this blog anyways. I mean, I pop in from time to time, with one random thought here and one set of lyrics I like there. But nothing like before. Yet this doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing at all…

I’ve been working on a novel. Shh! Calm down, it’s nothing major, don’t get too excited (enter crickets here). And I only call it that, because the word-count and pages are close to what is considered a standard size for any novel (over 95,000 words). It’s a fiction piece, totally fantasy stuff, and I writing it for my own enjoyment.  Is it a good story? Maybe. Will I try to get it published? Yes. Will it get published? Who knows! But did it bring a smile to my face and kept me entertained for hours on end? You betcha! And that was the whole point in writing it.

Don’t get me wrong… Someday, I would LOVE to become a published and well respected writer, whether it’s books or just plain newspaper articles. I could die happy doing what I love to do best, in a writing career. BUT… for now, I write for the pure joy of it and it’s often a private deal. I really enjoy writing, it’s my passion and it’s what keeps me sane within my insanity. But I’m often shy with sharing with the public. But I’m willing to try, this time, anyways.  :-)

So, there you have it. I’ve been spending my time away in writing a novel, that will most likely never see the light of day (depends on the publishers), and enjoying myself in a fictional world that I had created within my own weird imagination. Spring will be here, before I know it. :-p



In The Spirit

December 13, 2010

Well, it’s no secret that I’m Pagan. So, my winter seasonal holiday is Yule, held on the December 21st. And I do celebrate it every year. But I also enjoy Christmas. Not for religious reasons, but for the spirit of it, and the fun of celebration! :-)

My favorite things about Christmas, are the lights, the hope for peace on earth and good will towards all, the Christmas songs, and also my favorite seasonal movie from 1951 named “Scrooge”, staring Alistair Sims. Also I enjoy any production of “The Nutcracker.” :-p

Of decorating a tree, holly and mistletoe, and decorating the doorways, these are nothing new and old traditions of any Pagan. I do love those parts of these winter holidays, but I consider it more of a Pagan ritual than that of Christmas. But what is unique to the holiday of Christmas are the films and so, that I’ve had mentioned before. And it’s nice. I enjoy humming along to the Christmas songs by Dean Martin, Nat King Cole, Burl Ives, and all the rest. And I always swoon at the song, “O’ Holy Night”, because the melody and words are very pretty! I may not believe in the same God or doctrine, but the song is amazing for two reasons. One, it’s an honest testimony to a person’s love and faith in their God. And two, it’s not a song of bickering or judgment, just a universal message of peace toward all and good will. I’m Pagan, yet I can still respect and appreciate it. :-)

And this is why I like Christmas… all separations of religion, race, creed, gender, sexual orientation, political party, etc… it fades away and doesn’t matter for one brief second. On Christmas, there is a cease of fighting, between one human being against the other. Maybe not the whole day, but for a few moments, at least. We’re too busy spending time with each other and enjoying each others company, opening presents, and singing in a carol for that moment. It’s the only holiday that a person can implore decency from another person with a cry of, “But it’s Christmas!”, and it’s suppose to mean something more and bigger than just any other day.

I love the spirit of Christmas and I believe that it should stay the way it is. I know the overly PC (politically correct) crowd would like the word Christmas taken down from use. A Christmas Tree is a Christmas Tree, period! Even though I’m Pagan, I refuse to call a tree an “Holiday Bush”! Not to mention it sounds a little vulgar. :-p

And Christmas is not a bad holiday, so I don’t agree with it being treated as one. Or the suggestion that it should be hidden away, like it’s unclean. I know for a fact that it was once dangerous for a Pagan to openly celebrate our holidays. And there is still a level of secrecy about celebrating them, because Pagans had to hide away their religious believes for so long. So, it’s a step backwards to try and stuff Christmas into the closet also.

It’s true that there are many other holidays this winter. But, I think the real answer is to began sharing those holidays more with the public, along with Christmas. Not opting for the extreme of, “Well, the rest of the holidays seem to be hidden, so we should hide Christmas too!”. Just a thought. ;-)



The Renaissance Way

December 8, 2010

I have recently learned of a new term to describe myself as. And I ran across this term in the most ironic way. ;-)

Well, I proudly wear the labels of being a nerd, hippy, random, and goth/rock chick. That’s me in a nutshell. Ooh, yeah… also, I’m nuts too! I think in the many months of writing this blog, I have outlined the basics of who I am, in very confusing and convoluted ways. And I’m so proud of that too. Only my friends can understand why I would be so proud… I think… I hope. :-o

Anyways, I have this known motto of mine (which I totally made up), that life is like an buffet table. Some people choose to stay on one or two spots of the table, getting their favorite things, and getting from the buffet of life what they are comfortable with. And that’s fine. But I, on the other hand, like to sample a little of everything on the table of life and not just stay in my comfort zone. A had only one bad comment on my motto, from one jackass that I once knew,  “Yes, you eat like a pig then.” Whatever, dude… :-/

But my motto is pretty much true to me and my life,  as I’m always trying new things, willing and wanting to learn. And I love it even better if I get a new skill out of something that I’ve experienced. I’ve always been this way, ever since I was age six, believe it or not. I use to drive my parents crazy, with all the many questions that I would ask them. Until they had decided to throw encyclopedias at me and then ignore me. :-p

However, that opened my world of learning how to research for information. Libraries were my second home, and own personal treasure trove, until the internet came along. Then web-searches online became my daily hobby. The fact is, I crave knowledge and can’t get enough of learning something new! I love learning and experiencing new things. :-)

Because of that, I don’t really “fit in” any one social group, except for being a nerd. And my music tastes are all over the map, as well as my interests in books, movies, and hobbies. Sadly, people have mistaken my love of facts and reading, for trying to be a “know-it-all”. Hey, I would LOVE to know everything there is to know, in all of the universe and beyond. But, the fact is, NO ONE on this planet can know everything. It’s impossible! A person would have to live millions of years, before they could know everything there is to know! And even this argument earns me a few dirty looks from people, sometimes. :-/

But, getting to my point… I came across this term “Renaissance”, recently. I know what the world means, in terms of clothing, art, and fairs. But, when applied towards a person, it has it’s own neat meaning. A “renaissance woman” (or man) means a person who is skilled or well-versed in many fields of knowledge, work, etc. In other words, a person who’s overly curious and having learned much. That seems to fit my description and I’m going with it. ;-)

But… What’s nagging me is, that it seems like this title should be given to MOST people of this era. I mean, in the Renaissance age, there were no internet or easy access to trillions of information sites, ready to be discovered in the matter of seconds. And for women of the Renaissance era, free-thinking and a lot of education was prohibited. With such a massive buffet table in the world today, and women’s rights, it seems like there is just SO MUCH to learn, see, and experience out there! Why would anyone just stay with what they know and not try to at least learn a few new things that are happening around them, everyday? Why wouldn’t a person stop for a few minutes and learn something new from reading a news article online… for free… and you don’t have to travel to a newsstand to get it? Or for the less lazy ones (unlike me),  why not travel to that newsstand and pick up a newspaper?

There are so many things in the world to learn about, to explore, to try once. How do you really know you won’t like something or can’t do something, unless you give it a try? Think about it… or at least, try to. :-p

The thing about me is, I try something new at least once, before I write it off as something that I just can’t learn or something I don’t need to experience. Granted, not all learning experiences should be entertained and it could be a bad idea to learn that new thing in life. For example, when I was age 23, I decided that it might be fun to learn how to smoke cigarettes. That’s been a learning experience that I could have done without! I’ve been a chain-smoker for six years, recently quit for over six months now, and I’m still fighting that nicotine monkey on my back. D’oh!!!

But, some learning experiences are very good! I had recently decided to learn Spanish and after the first two lessons, I knew that learning this new language was going to be freakin’ hard! Not as hard as when I tried to learn Japanese, for five years, but still… Even so, I’m keeping up with it and just when I thought nothing was sticking to my brain, my mother puts a box that says, “Leche” in front of me. She asked me what it said, thinking that I would mistake it for a box of soup, like her and my aunt did. Which, it sorta does look like a box of soup-broth, in their defense! I had simply read the box and said, “Milk?”. And she frowned, waving me away, “Aw, that’s right. You know Spanish words now.” Hey, it was a baby word, but it made me feel kinda smart. ;-)

So here’s an assignment for everyone (Yes, I’m giving out assignments now! You will be graded! I’m kidding. No need to follow this advice, if you don’t want to! :-p) – Do something new today, learn something new, or take a class on something that you thought you couldn’t do. Or begin learning something that you’ve had put off, because you only had a slight interest in. You may be surprised! :-)