Turning the big 29

Happy Birthday to me!
so turning 29 is not that bad...
but it can always be better...
IE. better shape, better health.
I have to work on those things...
is it too late
for a new years resolution?

the best birthday gift...

http://www.empathicalist.blogspot.com/

my sister wrote this for me. love it. made me cry. a happy cry.

if you can't beat 'em, help 'em...

this is from a trip i made to Ajijic, Jalisco, Mexico
beautiful little quaint town outside of Guadalajara.
I was walking down the cobble street when i
happen to look up...
and there were these little birds staring at me.
i stopped to asked the owner of the house if
they were real, he went off into this story
about how these little birds would build a
nest on his electric wire, he feared the twigs
and stuff they used for the nest would
catch fire, so he would run them off and
destroy their nest only to find them there
again soon after, so he decided to just build
them a cement nest...so now the little
birdies have a permanent home...
and they lived happily ever after...

Metamorphosis

what makes change happen? beginnings are important but do they determine our future? this cocoon is delicate, I was scared bringing it home, scared that it would break. I mean it's only held by this thin feather-like string. So it got me to think, beginnings are like that...sometimes we're holding on by a "wing and prayer" the winds sway us back and fro and yet...this cocoon holds on...maybe i should too

though darkness surrounds it, scary and unknown..it's only hope to fully transform into what it will be depends on this strength right now...to hold on...to give a chance to what can be...





for there's a transformation occurring...something deep within it is changing...it's taking on another form. I am mesmerized how this metamorphosis takes place, like God giving me a glimpse of his majesty...i mean he could have just made this what is it but i believe it's purpose is to show me that he can change



s o m e t h i n g



completely different from what it started out from...



so that we EMERGE, we overcome; glorious, beautiful...
we can look at what we started out from and quickly realize we have persevered. so the butterfly hangs there a bit, stretching it's wings and preparing for flight. see it probably still has the mentality of the caterpillar. it doesn't imagine it's capabilities but it's coming to her. slowly...she's becoming aware of her surroundings... no longer suppressed by the tight shell it was in...

but it needs the sun, the warmth of it's rays. what makes the butterfly yearn for the sun...same i think that makes our soul yearn for the SON! we get our energy, our purpose. this butterfly is contemplating it's plan from here on out...a world to explore...




and now...with full realization, ANTICIPATION, wings spread out wide...ready for the unknown, realizing that it's gone though TRANSFORMATION, now it's ready for whatever comes! I'm sure it's scared, it's a BIG world out there...but you have to take it...grab it...posses it...one day at a time...



it's no secret to anyone who knows me that i am fascinated with butterflies. this butterfly was given to me by my wonderful husband. i watched it daily...examined it...of course probably blinded it from all the pictures i took...i really did not expect anything to impact me about this butterfly...i mean i love butterflies, but i had never EXPERIENCED what it really goes through. I wish EVERYONE had an opportunity to watch this transformation up close. it will change your outlook on life...no more meaningless days...MAKE EVERYDAY COUNT!

Screenwriter

Bought this typewriter. Ebay. love it!

Ever since I was little, I wanted to be,

among other things, a writer/author.

I think it's just...elegant, typing your thoughts

on a typewriter... the sound the key makes as it

imprints it's mark on your blank paper. It reminds

me of the Audrey Hepburn movie "Paris when

it Sizzles". William Holden stuck in a rut and

here comes Audrey Hepburn, with her

typewriter in it's little case. Walking down

the street, looking elegant and poised.

William gets inspired by her and writes this

wonderful play...

that all got started one key at

a time on a beautiful typewriter...

my mom, in her many hats, is a

notary/

clerical secretary/

super hero

and she used the typewriter way

before she even thought of a computer and I

remember hearing her in her office, just

typing away on like carbon paper because

of course people needed copies...(smile)

so my little pink typewriter...inspirational

screenwriter...one day...you'll see...

no one can take away my dreams...

there goes the neighborhood

So, like, yesterday I was so bragging about my

neighborhood and this morning reality kick me

in the stomach! My truck was ransacked!!!

yeah, and like normally my truck, I admit, is

not the cleanest...the scoundrel left it in shambles.

Shame on him...or her...if he or she reads this,

probably on a STOLEN computer, I say "STOP

breaking in people's car. IT'S ANNOYING!!!"

okay, I'm done...tomorrow will be a better day...

I mean today was too...I am alive, my kiddos are healthy,

I have a roof over my head, a great job, and Jesus in

my heart...Can't beat that! but I can't say what I

would do in a dark alley if I found the person who

did this!!! LOL

My 'Hood

Since Valentin and I were dating, we would always pass
through Winnetka Heights and we would wish to one
day live there. I mean we grew up in Oak Cliff, graduated
from Sunset High School for pete's sake, but we wanted to
live in this beautiful neighborhood. So God really blessed
us with our house. It's exactly what we wanted and we've
restored it and made it our home. Lots of hard work went
into this house. I'll load those pictures soon. But today it
rained and as I was coming home I felt nostalgia for my
neighborhood. It's filled with different people from all
walks of life. I love the colors and the trees and just
feel really blessed to live here.

This is my street, we just got road humps put in.
We have beautiful old homes all shapes and colors.
EVERY house is unique and personal. We have these
really cool street lamps that remind my of those Thomas
Kincaid painting of like Paris, France.

So turning into my house, this is my bungalow.
I'm still thinking of a color to paint the outside...
Any suggestions?

And this is my house! It's a working progress
for sure, but I love every nook and cranny...