Blog description:As it is common in New Mexico, it is a beautiful morning. It feels neither hot nor cold; there is a wonderful warmness all around. The sun is shining with all its radiance, and the breeze is calmly letting its presence be felt. It is a morning where a person?s soul can be replenished, and where the mind can fill itself with hopes and dreams. A morning where it seems next to nothing could go wrong. On a day like this it is hard to be upset or gloomy, yet Lizette has managed it. Lizette is a beautiful young woman that usually is very happy and content with life. She is a divorced mother of three, a full time social work major, a loving daughter and is always willing to help a friend in need. Lizette not only possesses the gift of being beautiful on the outside, but she has the general warmness of a greater inner beauty. Lizette always has a smile ready for any situation, but today that famous smile is nowhere to be seen. Today Lizette is reminiscing in the past. Today Lizette finds herself thinking about her ex-husband. She thinks of how easy it was to confuse feelings of fondness with true love. She also thinks of how easily this feeling of fondness ceased to exist. Lizette understands that this is why she is divorced. Her feelings of fondness were lost in the monotony of thirteen long years. She has come away from the man that was her husband, the man that was supposed to be there thru thick and thin, with a hurt heart. Even though she carries this pain, she still has her mind full of dreams and hopes of prospering in other aspects of her life. She believes that she was not made to fall in love, and she doubts that a true love will ever find its way into her heart. Lizette is comfortable with this idea and most of the time it doesn?t bother her. She just lives her life on a day-to-day basis and thanks God for the blessings she has. Lizette is aware of the wonderful gift that she has obtained from the farce of her marriage. She has received the joy of be...
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This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.
2.) Five Minutes:
If she is getting dressed, this means half an hour. Five Minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.
4.) Go Ahead:
This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!
5.) Loud Sigh:
This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing (refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing).
6.) That's Okay:
This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
A woman is thanking you - do not question or faint. Just say you're welcome.
Is a woman's way of saying _ _ _ _ YOU!
9.) Don't worry about it, I got it:
Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking, "what's wrong." For the woman's response, refer to # 3.
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we should dance....
Hello everyone, I received this email from a friend of mine. It sort of scared me. My boyfriend told me that it was probablly a hoax but still I would rather be safe than sorry!! I'm posting it just in case if it is true, maybe in reading it we can avoid tragedies! I'm not to up to date in gang related issues, so maybe I might be mistaken and I don't want to scare anyone, just want everyone to keep safe!!
Take care Rosy
?IN THE HEADLIGHTS?
Monday, May 07, 2007
Inform all of your employees !!!!
DON'T FLASH HEADLIGHTS AT ANY CAR WITH NO LIGHTS ON!!
Police officers working with the DARE program have issued this Warning: If you are driving after dark and see and on-coming car with no headlights on, DO NOT FLASH YOUR LIGHTS AT THEM! This is a common Bloods member "initiation game" that goes like this: The new gang member under initiation drives along with no headlights, and the first car to flash their headlights at him is now his "target.". He is now required to turn around and chase that car, then shoot and kill every individual in the e vehicle in order to complete his initiation requirements. Police Depts. across the nation are being warned. Their intent is to have all the new bloods nationwide drive around on Friday and Saturday nights with their headlights off. In order to be accepted into the gang, they have to shoot and kill all individuals in the first auto that does a courtesy flash to warn them that their lights are off.
Make sure you share this information with all the drivers in your family! Please forward this message to all your friends and family members to inform them about this initiation ritual.
Hi everyone, I'm back again, I missed reading everything that everyone writes but I was just saturated with school and everything else! Hope everyone is as great as before and if not well just hang in there!!!
Here's the poem that I wrote to my Bull on his Valentine's Card (Which I made/nothing of store bought lol) He loved it and I felt like sharing it! Take care all
Our life together
I know this day is meant to be special And yet with you I?ve understood That everyday is a special day To do the things I should
So I sit here thinking of you And the times we?ve spent together All that we have been through And how it just gets better
I love the good days Lived through the bad But yet I understand That even in the hard times You?re the best I?ve ever had
You and I were always meant to be I?m sure it?s happened times before I have you in my life again I?m with the one I adore
You and I were one before As strange as this may seem If not in prior lives Than maybe in our dreams
My dream is a reality I have you here today You fill my every want and need Don?t ever go away
Well it's the giving and getting time of the year again. I have children and I love this season because of them. I am by no means rich,but I do like making their christmas special. I love seeing their faces glow when they open the presents that we provide for them!
I was just wondering what it is that people would like to receive this Christmas season?
Big question, Today I entered the chat session. I am a free member and cannot initiate a chat, but I enjoy if someone chooses to chat with me. I always start by saying that I look for friends, and that I am in a relationship. There has been one member that has insisted in chatting with me, I told him the same thing and in being married himself he said that it was fine. That we could be friends. Well today he seemed offended because again I told him that I did not want to lead anyone on, that I had a bf. He asked me than what was I doing on the chat, and that I was waisting his time because he was looking for relations!! This sort of irked me because he's the one that is married and yet he scorned me, because I was waisting HIS time!! I believe that even thought you are in a loving relationship, you can still make and have friends.
What do you think,
Am I waisting people's time because I chose to chat with them as friends?
Hello everyone, I need help on making my final decision.
For the past 5 years I have been cooking the turkey and making all the preparations for Thanksgiving dinner at my mother's home. I love to cook and I definitely have no problem with cooking for her, she cooked enough for all of us!! Have in mind though that I have three single sisters that never lift a finger. I end up buying, preparing and washing up for our Thanksgiving dinner.
This year I have told them that I am on strike and that if they want to have a Thanksgiving dinner they will have to prepare it themselves. It's fair to say that they didn't like the idea!!
Golden Corral is looking more and more like a great option for my family and I!!!
Tears fill my eyes, not because of the dust in the abandoned warehouse or the aches of my tired body after walking three days with their nights, but because of the memories that invade my mind. Memories of so long ago, yet at this moment so clear that I can hardly distinguish which is my reality, the pain of my body or the pain of my thoughts. Just as every night, I walked into the kitchen and took my place at the table. I had barely come in from finishing my labors, labors that are expected of a man my age in the rancho where I was raised. Walking into the warm kitchen after being out in the cold wind was wonderful. I rubbed my coarse hands together in an effort to get a little bit of warmth into them, and then I saw my mother standing in front of the stove. She turned and smiled and asked me ?Ya termino todo su trabajo? ?, I nodded yes, and heard her whisper ?Ya era tiempo?. I laughed, and then told her I had heard her. I was tired but in a good mood as I savored the warmth and the aromas coming from my mothers stove. There were many aromas that I could recognize, the smell of my mothers? meal mixed with the tangy smell of mesquite wood that burned in her stove, that stove that daily warmed our meals and our home. There was also a smell that I distinguished but hoped that I was mistaken in suspecting what that certain aroma was. My mother set a plate in front of me and a container of warm tortillas de maiz, and my cafesito con leche next to it. I viewed my plate with suspicion and dipped a tortilla into it. As I raised the food to my mouth, I realized that my earlier notion was correct. My mothers? meal contained onion. I was starved yet could not eat any more and pushed the plate away. In doing this, I realized that my mother was watching, and I saw the hurt look on her face and just shrugged, ?You know I don?t like onion?. I then stood and left the room without looking back. My attitude at the time was accepted because I was the consentido. I was the favored due to the fact that I was the only male in the family at the time. My father had almost always been away, working as a ranch hand in Deming, N.M. in the United States. I was the one that had taken on his role; I took care of everything and everyone. I was the one that ruled at the time; I was my household?s jefe, and in my immature ways I had let this go to my head. My memories seem so real, yet the irony of my present situation hits me full force. I, who never tolerated meals with a hint of onion, I that before would push away any meal because of it containing this ingredient. I, that was so arrogant, now find myself in this abandoned warehouse with nothing but four forgotten onions to satisfy my hunger and thirst. I know that to survive I must eat what God has placed before me, but I wonder why has God placed me into this situation. I raise the biggest of the four bulbs to my mouth and take my first bite. I am surprised at how fresh and sweet the onion feels in my mouth. Memories come again as I remember my mother saying ?Todo con hambre es bueno?, I now realize how true this is, everything is good with hunger. I feel my eyes mist over; I don?t know if it is because of the strong pungent odor that is rising from the onion or because of the realization of my prior arrogance and how I hurt my Madrecita with my attitudes. I wipe my eyes and finish the onions that remain, I soon feel as if I would burst. After days of going without anything to eat, my stomach had gotten used to being empty and is feeling the effect of having something in it at last. With my feeling of fulfillment also came a feeling of weariness. I can hardly keep my eyes from shutting. I feel my body shaking with exhaustion. I try to stand but my legs have finally given out and my blister covered feet cannot hold my weight any longer, so I remain sitting just as I had been while I devoured the onions. In my inability to stand, I let my eyes wander instead. I see every corner of the abandoned warehouse. The warehouse seems so big, so empty, so cold and lonely. I wondered what purpose it had served. Was it a place to store onions, just as the ones I had eaten, would it be filled with some other product or would it be empty until the next onion season? Who had been there before, were they Mexicans such as myself, would they be back soon? So many questions filled my mind. I did not know the answer to any of my questions, yet images rambled on in my brain. I could almost hear the banter of the people I envisioned; I could hear the murmur of their voices. ?Andele mis amigos, apurense, no se hagan, a darle duro al jale!? I could hear the impatience of these voices, sharing among them the urge to continue working. I could clearly see what they looked like. Men of dark skin and darker eyes, slim yet strong body frames with weathered hands and faces. They were dressed in a similar fashion, working clothes, worn out jeans; rugged mud encased working boots, long sleeve shirts and some maybe a t-shirt, light jackets or sweaters to cover from the early morning chill and also cachuchas or sombreros to protect their head later from the intense afternoon sun. It is strange but I feel as if their eyes turn to look at me, I see compassion in their look. They understand what I am going thru, yet cannot help me. With their look, they tell me everything will be all right but I will have to help myself. It surprises me with what clarity I can envision these people that I never knew and will probably never know even if they exist. Yet they are real to me. I can almost reach out and touch them, maybe lend a helping hand to their work. I sadly realize that what I am seeing is impossible and it scares me to realize in what state my mind is. I guess I am close to being delusional; maybe it is just the need to end my solitude and be around civilization that makes me see these visions. Whatever it is I just pray that it is just a sign from God to show me that everything will be all right. It is now late in the afternoon, and I recall that it was mid morning when in my flee from the Migra, I had arrived at this warehouse. I wondered where my time has gone. I choose to believe that in my wariness I had fallen asleep and now I am awake. In choosing to believe this, a distressing sensation enters my mind. Bits and pieces of recent memories arise. I start to wonder had my visions been dreams? Had my body and brain been so weak that I invented these visions? I will never know, but for now in order to maintain my sanity I must enclose these visions in a far away place inside myself, where only when in need I may retrieve the looks of compassion given to me by people unknown to me. I walk outside of the warehouse and feel a little shaky, but know that nighttime is soon to come and that this is the best time to continue my voyage. This voyage that has been forced on me. Enforced by people to whom I have done no harm, yet they treat me as an intruder. They make me run from them enforcing their power. I ask them for nothing but they take all I have. They take my dignity, they also take my respect. They leave me as a homeless vagabond, with nothing more than what I have on my tired body. My callused hands are proof that I dedicate myself only to work hard so that I may take my turn in providing for my family, but they don?t see that. They turn me into a hungered outlaw, on the run from the Migra. In my voyage, I have been walking for three days and three nights. In these three days, my first meal has been the one of onion bulbs because there was nowhere else to go to receive a meal. The towns that I have come across have been full of dark shadows, as I have been forced to cross them at night so I may avoid being turned in and sent back to Mexico. I have learned that few are willing to give a meal and fewer offer help to one that is running. My onion meal was my first and will be my last until God knows when. With the little nourishment that I have gained from my meal, I continue on my way. I look back at the abandoned warehouse that looks as if it were a shining temple, as it glows with the last golden rays of the sunset. I thank God for putting it in my path, for without it who is to know where I would be now. At this warehouse, I received strength, not only for my body, but also for my spirit. Because of this warehouse, I am able to continue my voyage with a gained knowledge. A knowledge that has come to me in my visions and memories. The last rays of sun have entered the horizon and now it is rapidly growing darker. A cold breeze starts up. I try to walk faster so that I can keep warm and feel its chill a little less. I miss the jacket that I had lost a couple days prior, but my pace keeps me warm. Even with the rest I had taken my feet are tired and hurting already, but still I continue. Memories start again as I try to keep my mind occupied and not think of my pain. I remember the farm where I was working, and the confusion I felt when my compa?eros and I were told that the Migra was on its way. We were in the fields picking cotton when the rumor started that someone had seen the Migra?s vans at our Patron?s home. When we learned that this was true everyone became frightened and tried to escape. Everyone ran everywhere but escape was far from most of us. I ran but had one of the Migra?s men behind me, I thanked God for all the hard work that I had grown up doing, it had made my step fast and my lungs strong. The man that was following me was fast but I was faster. He chased me and was able to grab a hold of my jean jacket, but I pulled my arms free and he stayed with it. I heard him yelling at me, but I would not stop. I did not know if he still followed me, but I could not stop to look back all I could do was continue running. I ran, and ran until I collapsed. I could not breathe and I was weak. I lay there until I was able to sit again. I think the Migra was too busy with everyone at the farm
Well I was wondering what everyone thought about these wonderfully big men out there,And what is it that attracts us to them. You see up until last year I had never dated someone bigger than myself. I was convinced that the one to be pleasantly plump (plus a little more :)!!!) in the relationship should be me. Boy was I missing out!!! I love the feel of a big man next to me, I love when he hugs me,I feel totally secure and protected.Just wondering what does everyone else think about these adorable big boys? What do you like most?
I wonder... Where were you? I wonder... What took you so long? I wonder... Did you feel that I needed you? I wonder... Was your abscense making everything wrong? I wonder... Who sent you? I wonder... Did he know of his mistake, was he just playing along?
I know... Where you were is not where you were needed I know... You're here by me today I know... My need for you is gone, you're here and I am filled I know... You're here and I am strong I know... The need to thank God daily I know... He delivered you to where you always belonged
As it is common in New Mexico, it is a beautiful morning. It feels neither hot nor cold; there is a wonderful warmness all around. The sun is shining with all its radiance, and the breeze is calmly letting its presence be felt. It is a morning where a person?s soul can be replenished, and where the mind can fill itself with hopes and dreams. A morning where it seems next to nothing could go wrong. On a day like this it is hard to be upset or gloomy, yet Lizette has managed it. Lizette is a beautiful young woman that usually is very happy and content with life. She is a divorced mother of three, a full time social work major, a loving daughter and is always willing to help a friend in need. Lizette not only possesses the gift of being beautiful on the outside, but she has the general warmness of a greater inner beauty. Lizette always has a smile ready for any situation, but today that famous smile is nowhere to be seen. Today Lizette is reminiscing in the past. Today Lizette finds herself thinking about her ex-husband. She thinks of how easy it was to confuse feelings of fondness with true love. She also thinks of how easily this feeling of fondness ceased to exist. Lizette understands that this is why she is divorced. Her feelings of fondness were lost in the monotony of thirteen long years. She has come away from the man that was her husband, the man that was supposed to be there thru thick and thin, with a hurt heart. Even though she carries this pain, she still has her mind full of dreams and hopes of prospering in other aspects of her life. She believes that she was not made to fall in love, and she doubts that a true love will ever find its way into her heart. Lizette is comfortable with this idea and most of the time it doesn?t bother her. She just lives her life on a day-to-day basis and thanks God for the blessings she has. Lizette is aware of the wonderful gift that she has obtained from the farce of her marriage. She has received the joy of being the mother of three angels. Three children that seem to have inherited the best of each of their parents, or so it seems to Lizette. A mother that is not able to see any faults in her children. She loves her children tremendously, and knows that because of them she can get ahead in life. Lizette?s mind is set that they, and only they will be the love of her life. Although Lizette is gloomy she is able to smile at this idea. Her children will be the love of her life. ?Mija, where are you?? Lizette is startled out of her pensive state with the greeting that she receives from her mother Maria. While feeling her heart as if it will break thru her ribs, Lizette gets up and once more wonders why she ever had the crazy thought of giving her mother a copy of the key to her home, especially knowing that her mother has the tendency of being as quiet, and as sneaky as a cat trying to catch a mouse. Lizette smiles as she imagines her mother as a great big cat. Her mother is so warm and cuddly; she would just have to be a great white angora. Maria, the great white, warm, cuddly, quiet, and sneaky angora. Lizette can easily picture it. She continues to smile imagining this; it seems as if this image is her own way of getting back at her mother for always scaring her. ?I?m over her Ma, and just so you know I almost had a heart attack because of you?. Lizette hears her mother?s muffled laughter. Her mother knows that she can always frighten her, and she enjoys this fact tremendously. Lizette?s mother asks what she was doing that she was so scared. In having such an open relationship with her mother, Lizette feels comfortable in telling her what she was thinking about. ?Ay mija, it saddens me to have you think that way. You are worth so much and you deserve to find the love of your life. Not because one man hurt you means that all men are alike. You should give yourself the chance to have a boyfriend, maybe this would help you to think differently?. Lizette thought about her mothers comment. Did she want a man in her life? Who would love her as she wished and most importantly, who could love her children as if they were his own children? Lizette was sure that there was no one out there for the children and her. ?No Ma, I doubt that there is anyone for us, I am happy with the kiddos. I love them and they love me, it?s enough?. Maria sadly looks at her daughter. She reminds her that God works in mysterious ways, and that if she has faith, he will have someone ready for her sooner than what she thinks. Then to lighten the atmosphere before she leaves she tells Lizette ?That?s enough talking about your problems, I have an enormous problem, that?s why I came. I?m making flour tortillas for the love of my life, and I don?t have enough flour. If I don?t have the tortillas finished, your father will die of hunger or food poisoning when he buys them from Do?a Josepha, and I will be the one in need of a boyfriend?. Lizette smiles as she rises from the table where they sat drinking a hot cup of coffee. She prepares a packet of flour so that her mother can finish her task. ?Thanks Ma, be sure to save us a tortilla?. Maria rises and winks at Lizette as she reaches the door. ?I love you tremendously, but don?t be lazy and make your own?. Maria walks out the door as Lizette laughs out loud. Lizette clears the table and goes to her bedroom to do what she was aiming for earlier before her morning reminisces. She has a paper due on the weekend and was in the process of researching all the information on the Internet. She returns to her research but decides to check her email just incase there is a change of plans on her teacher?s syllabus. In entering the page of her emails, she finds an announcement for an online dating service, and she remembers what her mother had recently told her. Lizette thinks that there can?t be any harm in reading what this site is about, how it works, and what it offers. She is pleased with what she reads. On this site there are spots where people can post stories or poems or even drawings or pictures of crafts that they have made. Lizette has always loved to write poems and she decides to add a couple of her own to this site. Since she has all of her poetry in files on the computer, it is very easy to just copy and paste. Lizette also decides to post a picture, and in a matter of minutes she has left a part of herself on this site. It seemed as if this were the norm on a site such as this one; there were many pictures of people all over the United States. With her picture and her poems all set up Lizette feels that she has wasted too much time on this Website. Lizette?s children are at school and she knows that she must use her time wisely in order to finish her homework before they arrive. So she closes the Website and continues what she was doing. Lizette forgets about her recent online experience and continues to work on her paper. She is almost done when she hears her computer state the fact that she has received an email. She chooses to ignore it and finishes her paper. While proof reading, she hears her computer again and this time decides to see what email she has received. Lizette goes to her mail and sees that she has received an email from the online dating site. She opens her email and reads that she has received a ?wink? from a man in El Paso. She views his profile and sees that he is also divorced, and that he works and studies. He is a couple of years older and works with children. Lizette likes the pictures he has posted and what she has read in his profile. She decides to give fate a chance and she ?winks? back at him. This ongoing online situation continues for a while, almost a month of receiving emails and sending emails herself. Lizette feels a connection with this man, but trust, or the lack of it, is always present. She knows that this is an old villain from her past. She knows that all men are not alike, and that she must learn to trust again, but it is hard to set aside old pain and fears. Her online friend has given her his telephone number, but she has not yet felt comfortable enough to call him. She wonders what his voice will sound like, she is nervous, just as if it were her first time dealing with someone of the opposite sex. Lizette feels ridiculous with this feeling, and she tells her mother about it. Maria tells her that it is normal to be nervous, but that she will have to have faith and place everything in God?s hand, and if it is meant to be, fate or destiny will work for it to happen. Lizette then decides to give fate another chance, and finally gives her online friend her own telephone number. Not half a day passes when he calls her; they talk and laugh for hours. The connection is there. Fate has weaved its ways again. Knowing that they must meet in person someday, Lizette decides to meet him two days later. She chooses this date because she is a mother and this day will be May 10th. The Mexican Mother?s Day. Lizette feels this as a positive sign. Lizette was not wrong. Today, nine months later, Lizette and her love continue together. He has taken her children and loves them as he loves her. Distrust has been a factor that they have learned to overcome. He has proposed to her and they are planning their wedding. Lizette is as happy as any wife to be would be. She has a whole lifetime in company of her love to cure the past pains of her heart. She continues with the hopes and dreams of prospering in other aspects of her life, now her husband to be will be there to give her his added strength. Lizette continues to have the children?s love as something that will never change, and will always grow. But most importantly Lizette has learned to love by falling in love. She is in love now, and will have an eternity to reach and learn about the depths of this new feeling.
Well first of all hi to everyone and anyone that decides to share a little of what I write. I love to write and will be posting a little of my poetry from time to time. I write a lot in spanish, so if anyone wants to read some of my spanish poems, just let me know. take care and lots of hugs and kisses Rosy -aka_ Muaaas4u