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Thursday, July 23, 2015

Party like it's 1999 er 1985

Well, I did it again.  I let days turn into weeks without blogging.  Patience my little grasshoppers, patience.  Rome wasn't built in a day and my quest to blog on the daily won't happen over night either.  Enough.

So it's Thursday, not too long ago, when I was fresh out of school (no smart alec remarks from the peanut gallery)  I used to refer to Thursday as "Friday eve" and treated it as such.  My friends and I would get out of work and head to one of the trending bars of the month, where we would proceed to contemplate life and the injustices in the world and even have heated debates over such important quandaries as "Which came first the chicken or the egg?" and lest we forget one of my favorites, "Why did the Chicken cross the road?"   These and other lively discussions took place while imbibing in alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol.  Good times back then.  And then, just like that, it's 2015 and you are suddenly forty-something and your thirty year high school  reunion is staring you in the face.  No that's not a typo, I meant to type Thirty.  Oh god.  I graduated from high school thirty freaking years ago guys!

Wtf?

I was in the graduating class of 1985 from Incarnate Word Academy. (IWA).  IWA is the oldest Catholic all girls school in Houston.  Yes friends, I attended this very prestigious high school and no, unlike some of my classmates, I was not forced to go there by my parents. I went there by choice and because I took the entrance exam and passed.  Alleluia.  Don't laugh, getting into that school was tough back then.  Actually, I think it's tougher today.   Anyway, I loved going there and I will always be thankful to my parents for working two to three jobs sometimes, just so I could attend that school.  Hell, they sent all four of us (my siblings) to private schools.  I think there should be a monument created in their honor, in all parents honor that worked their ass off  for their kids education.

But I digress.

So tomorrow we are getting together at a local restaurant/bar to start off the evening and then take it where our spirit moves us.  (see what I did there?)  I am looking forward to seeing my old classmates.  It's always as if time stands still whenever we get together, be it for a happy hour or some type of special occasion.  When we see each other, we may be older (ahem, not one word) but we are all still the same.  We laugh and laugh, reminiscing about the nuns and our antics and the teachers and the scandals.  The football games we attended at St. Thomas, (IWA's brother school is St. Thomas High School, the oldest Catholic all boys school in Houston) the ever infamous school dances, the pep rallies, so many different memories.  But the best memory, for me anyway, is the bond that was made with these girls.  Some of us are wives, moms, grandmothers (hot ones), some are now in heaven, but  what we created lives on in our hearts.  We really are sisters.  Some of my best friends (to this day) were made there.  I just can't get it through my head that it's been that many years.  Can you?  I don't even look a day past (pause for dramatics) twenty-five at least.  (Oh shut it)

So here's to the class of 1985 -Sisters of the Incarnate Word -that's what we are.  Falcon pride (our mascot) never dies.

Oh yeah, I know you're all wondering if what they say about Catholic school girls is true.  Yes. All of it.  It's true.

Heh.









Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Hello July!

I always love the first day of a new month.  The anticipation of the unknown, of what may happen for you/us/me.  New month, full of potential and a chance to maybe right a wrong or follow through on something that you have let go by way of the "maybe later" projects.  Anything is possible.  At least, that's how I always feel at the beginning of a new month.  But somewhere between the 1st and the last day of the month, fear, disappointment and maybe even despair takes over me.  Why?  Well it's simple really.  If I set ridiculous goals or expectations for myself and fall short, I am a failure.  At least, in my eyes I am.  Oh come on, you know full well that we are our own worst critic.  Anyway,  I have a couple of goals this month that I hope to meet.  Wish me luck.

How about you?  What goals or expectations do you have, if any, for this month? Besides the killer tan and the bikini/speedo body I mean.  heh.

In other news, the Astros are have been in first place since April.  No I'm not kidding and yes, it's kind of a big deal.  -um hello? this hardly ever happens.  Oh who am i kidding? It never happens.  I'm all kinds of proud right now that's for sure.  And for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, I am a HUGE baseball fan.  Specifically, a Houston Astros fan.  Have been since I was about 7 years old.  Our record has been, how should I put it? Less than stellar the past few years so for us to even be in first place and in the American league no less, well, that's kind of huge. So pardon me if my being giddy gets out of hand.  There's still four months left in the season, more if they make it to the playoffs.  Oh but to dream...

The bewitching hour is almost upon me, so I will say good night.  Tomorrow is going to be a great day, I'm off on Friday for the long holiday weekend and I see beach, sand and sun in my future.

Be good.




Monday, June 22, 2015

poetry attempt fail, or something like that

kissing you 
touching 
hands freely roaming
our bodies in tune with each other
tantalizing whispers
cries of passion
delight

i don't want this moment to end
let's stay here in our world
nothing else matters

in another lifetime, perhaps
in another lifetime
us.






Sunday, June 21, 2015

nothing but words...

the heart wants what it wants
sometimes what it wants
it can't have

but it loves anyway
and it dismisses  the red flags
the road closures
the "do not pass go" signs

once that happens
it's too late to turn back
and you're stuck
that's never a good thing

heart of mine
how do i stop the ache?
what do i do to numb the pain?
how do i stop the tears from falling down my face?




Much Ado About Nothing

Greetings bloggies,

How is everyone tonight?  Happy Sunday evening.  So when last we met, my fair city was facing impending doom and gloom (according to the weather people) and if you saw the barren grocery store aisles, you would think the end of the world was coming.  Happy to report that Tropical Storm Bill was nothing but a bunch of hot air.  Really. We got rain, some of it severe, but nothing like what was forecast.  Luck was on our side this time.  But hey, it's Hurricane season, this will happen again, just hopefully not here.

Moving on.

Happy Father's Day to all the daddies out there, I hope your day was a great one.  I spent the early afternoon with my dad and my siblings and nieces and nephew. Quality family time -nothing like it.

I hope all of you are doing well. I plan to visit your blogs (as many as I can get to) tonight.  You have been warned.  :)

Well guys, it's Sunday, new week ahead full of endless possibilities.  Go out and make it happen.


Peace.

Monday, June 15, 2015

Hunker Down: The Calm Before the Storm...

Back in 2008, in Houston, Texas (where I live y'all) a menacing Hurricane by the name of Ike, hit the Gulf Coast, and wreaked havoc  all across the board.  Ike was no joke.  Houston was brought down that day.  I remember that the morning before the storm touched land, city and county officials held a press conference to tell us what measures they were taking to make sure we were all safe.  There was a lot of "blah blah blah" said that morning, but what I will always remember is a county official uttering these now infamous words "Hunker down Houston, hunker down!"  And so, that became our mantra.  People made jokes about it.  After all, most of us had never heard that saying before.  Ok, ok, "I" had never heard of that saying before.  At any rate, it stuck.  And now, some seven years later, we are faced with the impending arrival of Tropical storm Bill.  Bill is slated to hit land in the wee hours of the morning.  At least that was what the last weather report projected.  And with that threat, the "Hunker down, Houston" chant has begun.    Ready or not, here Bill comes.

It's amusing to me how much the media plays a part in the hysteria that seems to have taken over our city.  Empty aisles at the grocery stores, no water, no bread, no canned goods.  On my way home I stopped to fill my gas tank and had to wait almost an hour in line,   Apparently, every person heading North on I-45 had the same idea as me.

I really hope this storm fizzles out during the night because our bayous and lakes have not yet recovered from the floods of Memorial Day weekend just three weeks ago and some people are still homeless because of the damage that storm caused to their properties, others lost their lives or were seriously injured.  So while I make light of the "Hunker down" saying and the panic mode this city seems to be in,  by no means am I making light of the loss and devastation that took place recently and may take place again.  Hopefully not.

So dear bloggies,  if you pray, please keep us in mind.  I'm tired of all of this rain and am seriously considering building an ark.  

Peace.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

the return of my blog and myself

i have not written anything in four months and a few days
at all
anything
nothing
not.one.word.

as a self-proclaimed writer and all
this is unacceptable

but  words that once flowed out of my mind 
and the feeling i got when i couldn't wait to get them on the blank screen
suddenly
just stopped

i tried to write
i tried 
but nothing happened and soon,
writing became work instead of pleasure
and that's when i shut down

thankfully
it's not a forever thing
and my thirst and hunger for writing 
has returned

the poetry book that  i started in janauary
still sits unfinished
 
the short essays that i started in february
are waiting for me to go back to them
and complete them

the ideas swirling in my head
keep reminding me that if i don't write
no one will read my masterpieces
and that, my bloggies
would be a travesty

and so
i'm back, again.
the need to create, to write to bring my stories to life
is back

stay tuned...