Twitter


Just a very quick post, as I was stuck at my desk longer than expected.  (I promise to write something more this weekend.)  I just have to tell you, that although I have been on Facebook for years, I am still very new to Twitter and this Blog thing.  I am catching on, but I appologize,  if I did not send a follow after you followed me on Twitter.  I have found quite a few great authors on Twitter and I am ever so appreciative of all the advice and encouraging words that I have received from you on furthering my writing career.  Thank you.  I simply can’t say it enough.  I’m thankful that I have finally found a community that understands my goals and dreams in breaking into the writing world.  There are a lot of people out there that simply do not understand us.  God bless you all and enjoy your day.

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Thursday Morning


This morning on the way to work, I had this really great topic that I wanted to discuss with you all.  I was excited and couldn’t wait for my lunch hour to start writing it out.  Somehow over the course of the morning I completely forgot what it was.  I guess that it would have been a good idea to quickly jot down my idea on a scrap paper, the only problem was that I was driving down “94” (an expressway) and may have gotten into an accident. 

The truth is that I was running late this morning.  I was in a deep sleep and did not want to wake up the six times my alarm went off.  I mean I did, but only to hit the “snooze” button and make sure I didn’t actually hit “dismiss.”  I don’t even remember what I was dreaming about, I just remember how good it felt to be comfortably stretched out in my bed with my eyes sealed shut.  I don’t ask for much in life.  I enjoy sleeping, especially after having once worked a third shift job.  If there is one thing I don’t take for granite it is sleeping in my bed.  (Not a chair, or a desk, or while driving.)

Anyhow, I try to get to work at least fifteen minutes before my scheduled start time, but today I was looking at more like making it ten minutes before.  Do you ever get that feeling, that your whole day is being thrown off because you can’t abide by the schedule that you set for yourself?

To my surprise, I made every green light on the way to work.  I didn’t speed.  There was even one light that I remember thinking to myself that there was no way that I would make and guess what?  That’s right, I made it!  I was so happy, it was as though someone was keeping it “green” for me.  I had to quickly say a prayer and thank God for his many blessings, even the light.  The great news is that I made it fifteen minutes early.  Despite me feeling that there was no way that I could do it, I did.  I even had enough time to go and get a glass of water before I sat down at my desk. 

I guess that is just a reminder to me that there are a lot of things in our lives that we classify as impossible, but the truth is, they really are possible!

Have a great day everyone!

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Battles


My random thought of the day is on how we handle our battles.  What brings this to mind is that a few of my friends have recently shared their battles with me and it reminds me of how strong we all are, no matter if we know it or not.  Often it takes a major event to occur in our life before we realize our strength.  Sometimes we don’t realize how strong we are and how others view us as.  The fact of the matter is, we all have this incredible strength within us.

I’m going to write a little on two very different situations.  The first one is how one might deal with the loss of a job.  There are times when we immediatly begin looking for a new job and there are times when we fight with the unemployment office to extend benifits to us.  Do you know how incredibly devistated one can feel at a time like this?  Often we feel defeat wash over us and it’s important that we remind ourselves of our strength.  The truth is, we can all overcome the loss of a job, sure we might have to cut our expenses or even accept a position that pays less money, but the fact of the matter is that it’s not as devestating as we think it is.  Would you agree?

I’m going to touch briefly on another situation and I want to point out that the reason that I chose these two battles is that they highlight how we can find our strength.  Anyhow I have this remarkable friend and I’m not going to disclose her name, but she has overcome a few battles with cancer, other illness and was now recently diagnosed with Leukemia.  As she receives chemo-therapy, I can’t help but admire her strength.  She is incredibly young to have had all these obstacles thrown her way, but I guess we are all thrown different types of obstacles in our lives, aren’t we?  I know that I’ve been thrown more than I sometimes feel is my share.

The truth is there is no designated amount of struggle.  We all have to go through it and learn how to deal with it.  We all have to learn how to find our strength.  I know that both of the people I wrote about here, are fighters.  I know that they’re not going to give up and that they’re going to fight till the end.  There are people out there that may not be as strong and who may not know how to deal with their personal situations.  I would like to ask you to pray for them.  Pray for all of us and for our battle to find our strength.

 

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But I Love Pasta


Odd title, okay I get it, but just wanted to get that point across.  In addition to Pasta, I specialize in making tons of other foods that are high in cholesterol.  Good for the tummy, bad for the body I guess, so in finding out just how bad for the body all the yummy stuff I love is, I decided to research some of the things that will help reduce cholesterol.  In researching the foods that are good for reducing cholesterol, I found that the suggestions would not be too difficult to swallow.

The Mayo Clinic says that Oatmeal, oatbran & high fiber foods can help reduce cholesterol.  Oatmeal is not bad right?  I could have a bowl a day.  Also on their list were walnuts, almonds and other nuts.  I guess that if I replaced my overwhelming urge for chocolate with almonds and pecans, this would not be incredibly painful.  Fish is not a personal favorite, but I bet if I seasoned it up with plenty of lemon or even lime, this would work for me.  If I did this the majority of the week, I guess treating myself to fried chicken every now and again wouldn’t be as damaging as it currently is.

Is eating healthy for you, as hard as it is for me?  Send me your suggestions or even your favorite low in cholesterol recipees.  I promise to post them.

Work Cited:

“High cholesterol.” Cholesterol: Top five foods to lower your numbers. N.p., n.d. Web. 22   July 2014. <http://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/high-blood-cholesterol/in-depth/cholesterol/art-20045192&gt;.

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Alright, you asked for it. Here is another short story I wrote a while back.


Chicago Running

By Neva Rodriguez

In the early nineties our lives consisted of going to school and running home as part of our daily routine. It wasn’t long before she learned that when everyone around us started running she needed to run. That was our way of life. It seemed to be the case more often than not, especially during the fall and spring. Winter was too cold for running. The snowfall was our safety net. It seemed to keep the gang members on lock down.

Monique and I actually became friends while running.

“Hey girl, run!”  I screamed to her one day while walking home from school.

“Why?”  She asked as I pushed past her.

I didn’t turn back though. I didn’t need to explain. Seconds later, the first shots were fired. I was lost in the crowd that ran past Monique.  I felt bad for her, being the new girl and all, but she was alright. We all were. No one got shot that day. There were many times that our principal’s voice came across the intercom and asked that we take a moment of silence to remember one of the students who had been shot the previous afternoon. It didn’t usually get to me. It didn’t usually get to anyone in my class until Tara died. That was the worst. We all cried that Tuesday morning that the principal’s voice came across the speaker and broke the news that Tara was no longer with us.

“Damn gangs!”  Mrs. Humphries exclaimed, before breaking down in tears and apologizing to us.

She didn’t need to apologize for saying that, everyone was in tears.  Mrs. Humphries put her head down on her desk for a moment and then lifted it without meeting any of our concerned gazes and threw a book across the room at the door. Everyone was in tears including Alex who also went by “Big Red” outside of class. Alex wasn’t tall and his hair wasn’t red. He was actually about my height, 5’3 and had curly brown hair that fell across his tan skin. I heard someone say once that he was called “Big Red” after the bubble gum.

Tara was different then all the crazy gang bangers that filled our classroom. She wasn’t like the rest of us who had grown a cold heart over years of dealing with life on the South Side of Chicago, who ran when we had to, or ducked into an apartment’s entrance to get out of the way of the gang members running down the middle of the street and shouting vulgar phrases at one another. Her motivation towards learning and for coming to school every day with a smile on her face sometimes confused me. Tara’s boyfriend was the problem. He was the one who was in a gang. He was the one the bullet was intended for. They missed him and shot her straight in the head. I didn’t know why she was with that loser anyway.

I glanced over at Monique. She was obviously in shock. I bet she had never experienced anything like this being from down south. I bet she didn’t even know anyone that had died. She sat without a tear in her eye and for a second I hated her. How could anyone be able to not experience death? Hell, we heard about shootings every day on the news. Was her news really that different? I knew things like this didn’t happen all over the United States. I hated this place, this school, this neighborhood! I couldn’t wait to get out of here and move as far away from Chicago as I could get. It wasn’t getting better. I wanted to make it to adulthood.

“Hey,” I whispered at Monique. “Did you ever know anyone that died before?”

She looked at me for a moment and then shook her chunky head. Her bangs blown to the side, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was clueless to our world of broken dreams. I remember that when we were in kindergarten they used to ask us what we wanted to be when we grew up. No one ever said alive. No one ever knew that this was what our fate was.  My life-our lives just seemed unreal. I felt like I was an adult already and I wasn’t even eighteen.

“What was it like where you are from?” I quietly asked Monique.

“It wasn’t like this!” Monique blurted out.

Everyone around us turned around. I felt my body melt into my seat. My shoulders dipped down, my brown hair fell to my mid back and I repositioned myself in my chair. Monique’s composure was unchanged. She turned to meet everyone’s glare.

“I didn’t have to run home from school-ever. I walked.”  She said.  “We didn’t have to worry about how what we were wearing was perceived. We went to school every day and there were no fights in the hallway. This right here is some bullshit.”

She sat back in her chair smugly with an angry look on her face.

I looked over at Mrs. Humphries to see if she had heard what Monique had just said and saw that she had. I decided that if Monique had to go to the principal’s office I would go with her. Mrs. Humphries looked at us without saying anything for a moment.  She suddenly sat up straight in her desk and looked around at the class.

“You’re right Ms. Groiler, this is some bullshit.”  Mrs. Humphries suddenly blurted out.  “Excuse my French, but Monique is right. Let’s talk about this bullshit.”

Everyone sat in shock.  It was obvious that no one knew what to say. I had never heard a teacher cuss before and I was sure that no one else had either. Mrs. Humphries was very quiet and rarely did anything other than calling attendance in homeroom. Claudia raised her hand and we all turned to stare at her.

“Yes Ms. Perez?” Mrs. Humphries asked.

“I would just like to say that Tara was a really nice girl, a real inspiration to me.” Claudia replied quietly.

We all nodded as she looked around the room. The room was quiet for a moment. Mrs. Humphries finally broke the silence.

“How many of you are in a street gang?” Mrs. Humphries asked.

No one raised their hand. The guys who I knew were involved in gangs did not look at each other, neither did the girls. They stared down at their desk. No one dared to point them out. That would have been met with a good punishment.

“How many of you have ever been around, when some idiot started shooting?” Mrs. Humphries asked.

Everyone raised their hand, even Monique. Mrs. Humphries looked around before also raising her own right hand. I stared at her fuchsia pink fake fingernails when she did. She was no different than the rest of us, I thought.

The day that the announcement was made that Tara was dead Mrs. Humphries stood up and talked to us more than she had. She talked to us like she was one of us and tried to make us realize that this type of life was not the American standard. She told us that this type of life was one that we did not have to live and explained our options, telling us that our opportunities were endless. Many of the guys in the class that were gang members cried and when she asked Tye why he cried, he said that it was because there was no way out and that this was his life.

Mrs. Humphries walked over to him and consoled him, promising him that he had options.  She told him that he could come and talk to her or any of the other teachers to discuss what those options were. Whether he believed her or not was unknown. When I passed him in the street months later while he was guarding his corner, he did not look at me. From under his blue baseball cap I saw a look in his eyes that I had never seen before, one that was lost and that showed that he was not looking to be found.

The night after Tara’s death her murder was discussed on the news for all of twenty seconds. Her name was never mentioned by the broadcasters again. I swore never to forget her though.  I felt like she was part of the reason that I never joined a gang or hung out with gang members.  There were several times that I remembered Tara’s smile and her encouraging words.  Usually it was when I sat at my desk in homeroom. There were many times that I looked over at her empty seat  and remembered her hands, neatly folded on her desk, waiting for the bell to ring.

I thought of her many times and smiled at where I imagined that she would have been standing when I walked across the stage at my high school graduation. If she was still here, she would’ve been giving that speech, not Monique. Then again if she hadn’t died I wondered if any of us would have had the inspiration to make it this far.

 

 

 

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What do you like to see here?


Hi everyone.  Thank you to everyone who has been visiting my blog.  I was just wondering what you like to see here the most?  Is it my odd observations of life or did you like the short story I wrote and posted here?  Thank you to the one person who commented to me.  I appologize for not being able to allow your post to go public here, it was just a different message than I believe in.  Anyhow, I would like some suggestions.  Please comment and let me know what you would like to see more of.   Maybe you have a suggestion that you would like my advice on.  I promise that I won’t judge, go ahead and try me?  Enjoy your Sunday folks, it’s back to work tomorrow!

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Life Lessons


I am constantly reminded how lucky we are for each day on earth.  While some of us don’t make the most of it, there are others who make more than the most of it.  They will step on anyone they need to in order to get to where it is they are trying to get to.  There are also those who will stand by and watch the good ones get stepped on without saying a word. They will turn their head the other way, so that no one realizes that they even saw what was going down.

I’m not one of those people.   I try to make the most of my days, because I realize that God was good enough to give them to me.  I don’t just try to make my days go by well for me, but for those around me, because I care and I want everyone to get to their intended place in life.  I’m thankful for everything that happens to me,  whether it be good or bad.  I know that God had a lesson in mind for me and I’m going to learn from it.  What are you going to do?

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Stepping Out of Her Plane -A Short Story written by Neva Squires-Rodriguez


     Holy cow! I exclaimed. I wondered if this could really be happening. I took a step back and then a step forward. I looked down at my feet and did it again. With each step forward and each step back the scenery around me changed. It happened when I passed over the fourteenth floorboard in the middle of my attic. I didn’t feel any different when I took each step. I rubbed my arm and then scratched it.  I did this to make sure that I could feel it, in this new world of my attic.

     I had been up here a hundred times before, despite my grandmother telling me not to. I loved to play with the old toys that were up here as a young girl, but had never ventured to this side of the attic. Our house was pretty big and the attic was a massive room that sat on top of it, filled with boxes that were stuffed away by the people who lived here before we even moved in. There was dust, spider webs and anything else someone might think about when they imagined an old attic. Even the smell of the attic was stale and sometimes made me cough, but that didn’t stop me from coming up here.

     Could this be real? I asked myself. Everything changed with one simple step.  The smell changed, the lighting, the curtains on the window, everything. In this attic everything was bright and well lit.  It was clean and organized. The smell was even different.  It was fresh. It didn’t smell like anything specifically, it just did not smell like an attic. I held my hand out in front of me to see if it looked different, but it didn’t. It was still long and narrow right down to my fingers and my pale skin boasted a scratch mark, from when I scratched it just a moment before.

     “This is crazy!” I muttered under my breath. It was my own attic. I recognized it, how could it be so different with one footstep? I looked around for answers but there was nothing. The floor of the attic was clean, as if it had just been scrubbed. It changed from a deep mahogany color on my side to newly finished pine color on the other side. I suddenly heard muffled voices coming from downstairs and the door to the attic stairway opened. Someone gasped.

“Mama, she’s here.”  A girl’s voice said.

     I glanced down at them. The woman looked just like my mother. The only thing was, that my mother had passed away years before. This woman had all of my mother’s features. Her long dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a clip, just the way that my mother used to wear it. She had a small nose, perfectly shaped eyebrows and glossy lips, which she pressed together when our eyes met. She wore a long blue dress that fit her small hips perfectly. The girl that stood at her side must have been her daughter, though she looked like a good mixture of my brother and me. She had the same smile as my mother and the girl shared many of my father’s features. I gasped and stepped backward.

     When I did, I was back in my own attic and no one stood at the bottom of the stairs.  I took a moment to gather my composure and I asked God to give me strength as my body shook with fear. Despite my fear, I decided to step back into their side of the attic. When I did, the two were already coming up the stairs toward me. I felt my eyes grow larger as they did.

     “Don’t step back!”   The woman exclaimed and held her hand up to me as she ran up the steps with the girl trailing behind her.

The girl seemed hesitant while the woman’s smile seemed to grow wider with every footstep. Her footsteps sounded soft on the stairs, both of theirs did. The stairs didn’t creak with each step as they did in my own attic.

     “Mrs. Miller,” the girl called down the stairs.

     She held the banister with her life and slowly climbed the last three stairs towards me and the woman who had already reached the top of the stairs.

     “Hush now,” the woman said as she turned back to the girl.  “Give us a minute.”

     The girl obediently remained quite. Her long brown hair hung in a messy ponytail. Wisps of hair fell to her face as she balanced herself after coming up the last step. Her small face was flawless, no freckles as I had.  Even so, she looked just like I had when I was her age.

     “Gabriela,” The woman said to me.

     I looked around even though I knew that this was my name. I raised one foot as though to step backwards, but then reluctantly placed it back down in front of me. The hairs on my arms stood up as the woman walked over to embrace me.

    “I can feel you.” The woman said as she held me in her arms and rubbed her hands over my back.  “Oh thank the good lord that I can feel you.” 

   The woman stepped back admiring me.

   “Look at you, a little lady now. How old are you now, fifteen?”  The woman questioned me.

     I nodded as I stood completely still.

    “Al-almost.” I muttered, looking away.

    I tried not to let our eyes meet for a moment. I could feel my heart beating heavily within my chest. It seemed to be so hard and quickly that I thought that the woman and her child could hear it. I glanced over at the girl instead, examining her long brown fitted dress with my eyes. I thought it an unusual style of clothing for such a young girl. It was almost old fashioned. The fabric however, was new and fell nearly to the floor. The girl stood back, seemingly scared. She looked to be about eight years old.  Just younger than my brother I guessed.

     “Mama, she doesn’t know who we are.” The girl said as she brushed a wisp of hair back from her face.

     She released her hold on the banister and stepped slowly to her mother’s side.

     “I know Ruby.” The woman said as she turned from her to me.

     She took my hand in hers and turned me to the girl.

     “Gabriela, this is your sister Ruby and I… Well I am your mother, Gabriela.” The woman said, her voice lowering with every word.

     I shook my head and looked from the girl to the woman. Their looks were unchanged. I stared at the two of them for a moment and thought to myself that this was some sort of evil prank my brother was playing on me. Who were these people and how did they pull this stunt off I wondered?

     “No,” I said silently to them. “My mother is dead.”

     I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I tried to fight them off but I felt one roll down my cheek and fall from the side of my face.  The woman touched her cheek softly as tears began to fall from her own eyes. She sighed and used the arm of her dress to wipe them away.

     “I know Gabriela. I know that I am dead in your world, but I’ve made it to the second realm of life. I was one of the lucky ones, one of the good ones.” She looked from Ruby to me.

     Ruby nodded her head at my mother.

     “Ruby did too. God bless her. She was just a baby. Do you remember when I was pregnant last?”  The woman asked me.

     I finally regained control over the tears in my eyes and shook my head.

    “No I don’t. I don’t remember a baby.” I said. “There’s only me and Jack-my brother.”

     “No Gabriela.”  The woman replied.  “Do you remember about a year before I died that I was pregnant and that I lost the baby? Do you remember that you wished it to be a girl so that you wouldn’t only have Jack?”

    She smiled as she wiped more tears from her eyes.

    “That was her, baby Ruby. She came to stay here with Mrs. Miller and the others until I joined her.” The woman who called herself my mother said.

     I shook my head as I stared blankly at her.

    “This can’t be real. That’s impossible…How would you? How could she? It just doesn’t make sense. You can’t be my mother.”  I said.  “This is cruel, she died from Cancer.”

     “Gabriela, it was Cancer in my uterus. How else could I know that? It’s very real Gabriela. This is life. It’s all controlled, more so than I ever imagined in the first level of it. I can explain everything to you, if you’ll let me.” The woman said.

She walked across the room and then back over to me and took my hand.

     “This is the second realm of life, the second level. This is a place that no one ever talks about in first level. Not many know about it, or about all of us who live here. We share the same space that you live in, but are unseen by those in the first level. Well until you crossed over just now.”  The woman explained.

    Ruby smiled at me as she watched my expression.

     “Usually Mediums and Psychics have some kind of an idea that we are here, but there is simply not enough energy or time to tell them exactly where here is.”  The woman said.  “There is usually only enough energy to get short messages across to them.”

    The woman paused and studied my blank expression.

    “I know that it must sound crazy to you Gabriela.” The woman said after a few moments.

    I shook my head.

     The woman smiled, but the redness from her tears still showed in her eyes. She paused before saying anything.

     “Gabriela, I’ve tried to touch you a hundred times, but I’ve never been successful until now. I don’t know how you made it into our realm. I’ve never heard of this happening before. I didn’t think it was possible.”  The woman said quickly.  “I guarantee you that if I hold your hand and go back across that floor board you will no longer feel me or see me. I also guarantee you however, that I will still be there. I can get into your realm, easily. I watch over you… Well Ruby and I both do.”

     She glanced back at Ruby whose face grew a smile from ear to ear. She wiped more wisps of hair from the sides of her face and stepped forward.

     “You still sleep with the doll that Mama said she bought you when you were just a baby. You call her Hazel and talk to her like you would talk to Mama.” Ruby said giggling. “It’s pretty funny sometimes, the things that you say.”

     She glanced at my mother and bit her lips together as if she had said too much.

     “I didn’t think you were able to come here.” My…mother said.

     She walked across the back end of the attic as she spoke.

     “Sometimes I try to take your hand in mine as you sleep, but you don’t feel me. Daddy doesn’t  either, I used to try to hold his hand, and to touch him. I used to lay down with him in the bed when he slept until he married Farrah and she moved in to our house, now I don’t enter our bedroom anymore.”  My mother paused.  “I tried to remind myself that he’d move on eventually, but I didn’t think it would be that quickly.”

    Her voice cracked as she spoke. She bit down on her thin lip and looked back at Ruby. Ruby ran to her side and took her hand. My mother looked at her with a sad face for a moment and then put on a forced smile as she looked back at me.

     “Ruby keeps me going.” My mother said. “Normally I wouldn’t talk to a child, the way that I talk to Ruby, but she chose to be a child when she entered this level of life. See you can choose any age that you would like to be when you enter and well, you just typically stay that age while you’re here.”

     I glanced at her silently for a moment without saying anything. It may seem crazy I thought, but I was beginning to believe their story. My heart felt weird, it felt crumbly and as if it was just beginning to break away. I had missed my mother every night since her death, though I told myself that she was out of pain. It felt weird to actually see her and for her to appear to be out of the pain of her cancer, but still feeling some pain from my father’s marriage.

     “It was a while after you died that he met her mom.” I forced myself to say. “They were just married two years ago. You had been dead for over four years.”

     She looked over at me without saying anything for a moment. I thought she was going to fade away or disappear, but this was all so real. I still couldn’t believe it.  I had felt her, I could see my scratch. This situation was extremely bizarre.

     “I guess that time seems like it goes much slower for us in our level than it does for you in yours.”  My mother finally said.  “It’s kind of like watching a television show here, but instead we are watching over the lives of our loved ones.”

     She sighed and looked at the wall.

    “I suppose that it was a sufficient amount of time to allow oneself to love again. I just never thought that it would get that serious and that he would marry someone else.” My mother said softly as she allowed her shoulders to drop slightly in sadness.

     “He doesn’t love her like he loved you.” I replied as I fought the urge to walk over and console her.

    While I believed that she could very well be my mother, I hadn’t quite adapted to the whole idea of this plane and of her.  She shook her head as she stared at me.

   “You don’t need to explain sweetheart.”  She responded.  “I’m just so happy to hear you call me mom again.”

     Ruby smiled at me, her cheeks blushed slightly, just as mine did when I was happy. How did this work I wondered? Did she learn this from watching me? If she had been able to choose her age when she got here, I wondered what age I would choose when I arrived in their plane. Should I choose an age where my mom would recognize me, or would she know it was me because she would have been watching over me for my whole life? I tried for a moment to remember things that I had said when I thought that I was alone in my room. I hoped that they hadn’t heard the angry conversations that I had with myself when I liked Michael, a boy at my school, who later ended up dating one of my best friends. I blushed in embarrassment from the mere thought. How could this be? How could another world exist within our own, I wondered silently.

     “Mom, does this mean that everyone who has died, or those who existed but was never born, has made it here to this second level of life?” I asked.

     “Not everyone. No.” My mother explained as she snapped back to her reality. “Only those made it here who had love in their hearts for those around them and for God. Not to mention, those who were unborn and who felt their parents love and loved them back, like Ruby, for example.”

   Ruby smiled at her and nodded her head.

   “There are quite a few “unborn” here. Most of them chose to be the same age that Ruby did.”  Mother continued. “There are not too many that ever choose to change their age once they are here. It would be silly for them to choose to be a baby. Then they wouldn’t be able to wonder about or make decisions. There is always a life keeper who meets you when you enter this level and who helps you decide on the age that you will be. You see, from here we can decide if we want to go on to other levels, or if we want to stay here.”

     She glanced from me to Ruby. Ruby nodded and my mother focused back on me and continued.

     “For me, when you and Jack are ready to join us, perhaps we will go on with you if you are ready. Unless you marry before then and have children of your own, then we might decide to wait with you for them. There are families that do that.”  She explained. “They just get bigger and bigger as they wait.”

    They both laughed lightly.

    “You see we do not know your fate, so it is like a waiting game for us.”  She said.  “Often those with large families will go to visit those in first level in a large group, so that they can produce more energy. Often, when they do that, it will allow those they love to sense their presence.”

    She smiled widely at the thought.

     “A cold breeze across their body, or a slight movement of the curtain is something we do from time to time.”  She said.  “Normally we don’t try to shake things up too much and scare you, but there are those who find it amusing when they do.”

   The two laughed aloud momentarily as though they were sharing the same thought.

   “Roman Aguilar managed to spin his daughter’s radio tuner with the help of his grandmother and aunts, but never did it again when he saw how much it scared her.”  My mother said.

     Ruby and my Mother laughed for a while before regaining their composure. I smiled as I watched the two of them. My mother was so beautiful. I loved seeing her happy. That’s what I remembered most about her and missed. Her smile could light up a room and for the last three months before her death she seemed to live in agony. It was good to see her happy. My mother cleared her throat and proceeded to tell me about how her realm worked.

     “Mrs. Miller, who is basically in charge of this house as her families been here the longest is waiting for her Husband. He’s almost here.”  Mother said lightly.  “Then the two of them can decide together whether they want to stay or go on. They have two children. The children are grown up now and have grandchildren of their own.”

    She sighed as she thought it over.

    “They don’t do much for Mr. Miller. He lives in a nursing home and they rarely go to visit with him. He is a very sad man in his current life.”  Mother explained.  “Mr. Miller is ninety four, but in our realm Mrs. Miller chose to be twenty four, the age that she was when they got married. It will be interesting to see what age he decides to be when he gets here. Life is nearly perfect here.”

    She stopped and looked around the room before continuing.

     “The only bad thing is that sometimes those whose hearts were lost around the way, and turned to evil get into our realm and try to shake things up.”  Mother said.  “They can’t hurt us, but they try to get to our loved ones in the first life and try to persuade them to do evil. It can be a little scary at times, isn’t that right Ruby?”

     Ruby nodded her head and looked down the stairway at a boy who had appeared in it. He was a young boy, about her age with a short haircut.  He stood at the foot of the stairs listening as he leaned against the wall, seemingly upset.

     “That is Charles, his mother is here too.” Ruby said as she nodded down at him.

     Charles ran from the stairwell slamming the door behind him.

     “We’ve never seen anyone cross over from first realm before. “ My mother explained. “This is generally the entrance that we all use to get into first realm to check on our loved ones. No one has gone across today, it’s Sunday. We generally don’t cross on Sunday, unless we know there is a major event taking place that we want to be a part of.”

    She glanced down the stairs, as if trying to make sure that he was gone.

   Charles has been debating on crossing over to see if his father is ready to come across. Sometimes when they are getting ready to cross over, they can see us.”  She said.  “He doesn’t want to alarm anyone.”

     She paused again before continuing.

    “I wonder if it is only you that can cross over, or if others can cross over with you.” She shook her head from the thought.

     “Should I go and get Jack and give it a try?” I asked hesitantly.

     I looked from my Mother to Ruby. Ruby had a sparkle in her eye at the thought.

     “No, that’s fine. I just want to enjoy you for a bit.” My mother said quickly.   “You may not be able to come back to us. This could just be some type of glitch.”

     We all remained silent for a moment.

     “Do you want to come down and meet the others?”  My mother asked.  “There are quite a few of us that live in this house. We live in your house, just on the other level.”

     I shook my head.

    “No, I’m fine.”  I replied.  “I’m just really confused right now. How many people live here?”

     My mother smiled warmly.

     “There are about ten families right now. Katie and Mr. Barr just left.”  She replied.  “They decided to move on to the next level. There were twelve families last week and once we even had fifteen families living here at one time. That was a little nuts.  Fun, but nuts.”

     “How many levels are there?” I asked.

     “No one knows for sure.” My mother said quickly. “No one has ever come back to tell us. Once they’re gone, they are just gone. There are other houses with entrances and tons of families as well. So unless they come back to our house, we don’t see them. Generally we choose a house that is close to our families. I was lucky because ours had an entrance.”

    Ruby nodded happily as my mother spoke.

    “When I got here, Ruby was the only one I found, or rather she found me.”  My mother said.  “I’m not sure if other members of our family are here, or if they’ve moved on.”

     “I’d better get back to my own level.” I said lightly.

     I didn’t want to leave, but the curiosity of how much time had passed and of my own reality was beginning to get to me. As much as I loved my mother,  I also didn’t want to get stuck here.

     “Can you come back to visit us again,” My mother asked. “Next week. The same time perhaps?”

     As I stared at her, her eyes widened in anticipation of my answer.

     “I will.” I said and nodded. “Maybe I will even try to bring Jack with me.”

     My mother clapped her hands together in delight.

     “Oh that would be perfect.” She said.

    She walked across the room to hug me, as did Ruby. It was a warm embrace. Her thin arms grasped me tightly and she seemed reluctant to let me go. I remembered her scent immediately. I sometimes thought that I had smelled the sweet smell of her perfume as I sat in my room alone. I wondered if this had been one of the times that she had tried to hold me.

     Ruby hugged me softly and I noticed that she smelled the same way my mother did. Her rosy cheeks reddened as she hugged me and stared up at me. I touched her hair with my hand and felt the silkiness of it fall as I brushed my hand over it. She was a head shorter than I was. Her skin felt soft as she held me tightly. My Mother smiled warmly at the two of us. I stepped back and retreated to the fourteenth floorboard. My mother walked towards me as I did.

     “Wait, just in case you become stuck in your own level and can’t get back.”  She exclaimed. “Don’t forget that I love you and am waiting for you and Jack. Tell him that I love him too. That we both do.”

    She smiled back at Ruby.  I nodded at her and retreated across the floorboard. I coughed as I entered the dust filled room. I looked over my shoulder as I stepped further into the room. I wondered if they could see me. I wondered if my experience was real and how much time had passed. Either way, I decided that I had to tell Jack immediately and ran down the stairs and through the door of my attic.

     “Ah,” Jack screamed as I did.

     He was wearing a gorilla mask, obviously trying to scare me. I jumped but did not scream.  I was used to my little brother.

     “Jack, how long have I been up there?” I asked breathlessly.

     “You just went up.” He said, removing the mask from his freckled face.

     “I have to tell you something.” I exclaimed immediately.

     “What, you’re not going to kill me for trying to scare you?” He asked brushing his sweaty hair back from his face.

     I breathed in and then proceeded to tell him everything that had just happened. I told him about the floorboard, my mother and even Ruby.  I told him how my mother seemed to be sad that my father had married Farrah. At first he smiled, but then tears welled up in his eyes and he began to cry.  Jack had never really known my mother and I suddenly wondered if I had done the right thing. He asked me often about her and was slightly jealous that I was the one who had been old enough to really remember her. He didn’t remember much about her, though he tried repeatedly to remember her and things that had happened through my stories and by going through picture alums that we had with pictures of her.

     He suddenly turned and ran away from me and downstairs to the living room. Seconds later I heard Farrah and my dad ask him what was wrong and he told them the seemingly insane story that I had just shared with him.

     I retreated to my room and sat down on the soft white comforter on my bed. I looked at my pink bedroom walls. I was the only teenage girl  that I knew of with pastel pink bedroom walls, but I refused to paint them since my mother was the one who had painted them pink specifically for me when we moved into this house.

   I looked over at my dresser where a picture of my mother and me as a young girl sat. The picture was before she found out that she had cancer and when everything in our lives was perfect. Jack was about two when this picture was taken, but it was one that I had insisted on taking of just the two of us.  I walked over and picked it up and retreated to my bed. She was so beautiful I thought. She looked exactly as she had today. I wondered how my life would be if she was still around. I remembered that when my father and my mother had bought this house my grandmother was extremely upset. She said she had a bad vibe from the house and would never visit us. Five months later, when her husband died she moved in with us. She was always saying that she heard things or saw people moving about, Dad thought she was senile.

     “Gabriela, that was extremely insensitive of you!” I heard my Dad call up the stairs to me.

    I sighed. Dad didn’t expect a response. He never did anymore, he was so wrapped up in Farrah and making her happy, just the way that he used to be with my mom.  I shook my head in disgust. I wished that my mom was there. It helped knowing that I could find her in my attic, but I wished that she had never crossed into the second level of life as she said. Just then there was a breeze at the window that moved the curtain slightly.

     Was that them? I wondered to myself. Were they here with me now? I looked around the room for a sign of something else. There were no movements, and nothing different about the room that I noticed. It was slightly windy outside, I thought to myself. I wondered how I would ever be able to not question small things like this without wondering if they were around. It was Sunday I told myself, they wouldn’t be visiting today, unless something big was going to happen I remembered my mother saying.  I suddenly jumped up from my bed and ran downstairs to check on my Grandmother.

 

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Post “like” Test


So Saturday after mentioning my opinion on Kim Kardasian piercing her daughter’s ears, my page received quite a few hits.  For the last few days, my numbers have been pretty low, so I decided to test my page out…  Did I receive the hits because I mentioned a Kardasian or because it was Saturday, a day when more people are off and able to read random posts.  (There is the small chance that you all just wanted to see what I was up to, but I’m thinking that’s just not what it is.) 

-For this reason, today’s random topic will be which Kardasian I associate most with. 

The truth is except for the whole megabucks factor, I associate with all of them in some way or another.  I have a large back end just like Kim does.  Mine is more all over the place then Kim’s, but hey it is something that I can relate to.  Especially when everyone in her family discusses it.  With Kourtney, I would say that like her, I am also not an emotional person.  I don’t know that perfect statement to make when a friend’s loved one dies.  I often re-write my condolence statement’s a few times before submitting them on Facebook.  If I do attend the funeral, I feel very awkward and out of place.   Khloe, I would say that I share her ability to overcome ridicule and struggle.  She’s been through a lot, so have I.  What can I say, besides she is a strong woman, who doesn’t know her own strength.  She often doesn’t let anyone see what exactly she feels and is going through, until she is ready to explode.  Finally Rob, I’d have to say that I share his fear of publicity because of his weight gain.  While I am not famous, I would have to say that I would rather not go to a party or a club because I don’t want to run into anyone that will notice how much weight I’ve gained.  That would be something they wouldn’t necessarily discuss with me, but I know they’d be talking about moments later… 

There, that is the test.  I’m still playing around with my Wigits, so maybe you’ll be able to “like” my page or follow my blog in the future.  Haven’t quite gotten there yet, but check back if it won’t let you today.  I’m trying to write a post a day.

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Ten tips for vacationing in Puerto Vallarta


Today I’m having one of those moments, where I can’t stop thinking about one of my best vacations ever!  Here is a list of tips that I came up with, for vacationing in Puerta Vallarta. 

1) Don’t believe the hype-it is not as dangerous as many think and the prices are truly reasonable.

2) Commuting in Puerta Vallarta can be easy, you can ride the bus or flag down a taxi.  One thing that locals will tell you is that you should  only use yellow cabs and not to be afraid to ride the bus. Should you ride the bus, note that the back seat is most likely empty for a reason.  My girlfriends and I found this out the hard way when we were propelled through the air at least a foot in the air.

3) Eat at PiPi’s restaurant in the downtown area (Centro) at least once.  Their wait staff is extremely attentive, they have great mariachis, and the biggest Margarita’s you’ve ever seen!  (Note PiPi’s is not to be confused with Pepe’s, which is located there as well.

4) When you exit customs in Puerto Vallarta you will be greeted by people trying to sell  timeshares. Go for the presentation, they will gift you accordingly as well as pay for your taxi ride to the hotel. Just practice saying no, over and over again before you attend the presentation.  The Pirate Cruise and the Beach Boy Cruise, both are excellent. You’ll probably have to pay around $30 American dollars per person for each cruise, however if you are attending the time share presentation, they may offer these for free.  (Expect to pay a port entry fee when you arrive at the marina to take these cruises and to receive unlimited drinks while aboard.)  

5) If you like dancing, check out “the Cuban restaurant” aka, “Bodeguita De Medio.”  The dancing that goes on in that place is truly phenomenal. 

6) When shopping be aware of what your money is worth.  Use your debit or credit card whenever possible.  (Call your financial institution to inform them that you are leaving the country, in order to avoid any holds being put on it.  The great thing about doing this is that you will most likely be charged less than you think you are paying.  The exchange rate can be confusing.  It is very easy to assume that you are holding monopoly money instead of pesos. When all else fails, drop the zero from the back of the peso to calculate an estimate on what you are working with. 

7) Watch the sunrise and set over the ocean. Get a clear spot and have your camera ready. The scenery will most likely be post card quality.

8) When taking pictures with an animal of some sort that a local may hand you, be prepared to give them a tip (money). They usually work for tips and it is considered to be rude not to tip them.

9) If you like ice cream, be sure to try “Devils Donuts” along downtown water line, they have flavors that you might not have thought possible.  Some of the ones that I found most interesting were  Corn and Tequila flavored ice creams.  They will let you sample before you buy, if you ask.

10) Be advised that most of the locals speak English.  Ask them for advice on “must do’s” while your there.  The fact is, you might miss out on something really fun if you don’t.

 

 

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