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Daily prompt: Twilight Zone

What comes to mind immediately when thinking of the twilight zone is a  experiance I had at the gas station.
I live right down the street from a gas station that we as a family have been innumerable times.
Grubby or ready for work, I have visited this establishment looking both ways.
One day;  I think ,I was looking decent.  I walked through the glass double doors to pay at the counter,  when a man standing there (he was just hanging out) uncomfortably stared at me while I paid. 
I live in Colorado, marijuana became legal Jan 1st of this year. It has been legal for many years for medicinal use. The smell of pot is something I expect when I enter this land of brightly lit soda machines and candy isles. 
I finished paying and turned to leave when the lingering man opened the door for me to exit and smiled a toothless grin. He said,” you sure is pretty.” He then turned to the line of people waiting to pay for their munchies and gas and shouted, “isn’t she just a beauty, and she smells sooo good.”  I think at that moment as all eyes are on me,’I am in the twilight zone.’ I answered him,”Thanks” and bolted to my car.

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POWERBALL DREAMS

I picked my son up from middle school and decided to head to the grocery store nearby. I needed to send my oldest  child money via western union, which by the way is a total ripoff to exchange money this way. It took forever because no one who worked there knew what was going on with the process of doing a western union transaction. Really? Why do you offer a service you know nothing about? I just smiled as they apologized to me for how long it was taking. I try to be a understanding person or pretend to be one. I was just  totally blown away that no one knew what was going on.

 Anyways,while my son and I waited at the counter PATIENTLY , he asked me about the sign that read POWERBALL? I explained that it was a game in our state’s lottery. He asked me why I never played it? I told him he was more likely to be hit twice by lightning than to win. He asked me to buy a ticket because the jackpot is 50 million and powerball is played on Wednesday. I bought 2 tickets ,so please send me good thoughts on tonight’s win. There is 100 percent blue skies outside, no clouds, so I have no chance of getting hit by lightning for luck before tonight.

 I  told him we are moving to Belize immediately if we win. We have been throwing around the idea of moving there and my teenagers are not down with the idea yet. He agreed he would move to Belize with that amount of money.

I don’t know about you but I totally start fantasizing about what I would do with that kind of money. Definitely,  I would quit my job. I would for sure move to Belize.  I would work on my writing full time, I would love to write on my laptop on the beach,Sipping fruity drink and watching the waves come in. No worries to be had.

 I would honestly love to start a diabetes center in Belize ,  they have a huge population that have diabetes and many people die from it. My son was diagnosed with diabetes type 1 in December and is insulin dependent now. This cause is close to my heart. We are blessed to have an incredible diabetes center where we live and I think everyone with diabetes deserves to be educated and supported the way we are.

If I use’ the secret ‘mentality and put this intention out to the universe and visualize ,this is a possibility. I think I will seriously do that before the drawing tonight.

Back to reality, I did finally get my transaction completed, hopefully they learned how to do this for others. Geesh, Western Union has been around forever. I also realize with my western living I will have to learn to be more patient with people if my heart’s desire is to live in Belize, still a third world country. Ha!

 

 

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Daily Prompt: We Got the Beat

Have you ever played in a band? Tell us all about that experience of making music with friends.

I grew up in a very small mountain town. It was fifth grade when band was an option to play an instrument. I choose the alto saxophone.

There was a church across from my elementary school that hosted a variety of activities including band practice. We would meet there once or twice a week to play our instruments. It sounded pretty bad for a long time as we were just learning our new instruments.

In our little town you went to the high school in seventh grade, the band room had small rooms to practice instruments. However, because we were middle school students they were more private for making out and talking to friends than music being played.

That is why we sounded so bad when concerts would come up. Saxophones can sound ear splitting when they are played wrong. There were about six people who played the saxophone.

I would love to tell you I moved on to be an incredible saxophone player but I quit playing in eighth grade.

The experience that I want to share about my saxophone has nothing to do with playing it or a band moment as that is not exciting. Shortly after getting my saxophone a girl named Faith moved to our town from New York City, she was tough and liked to fight. One day which I cannot remember the incident clearly, she came after me physically and I hit her as hard as I could with my saxophone case and ran as fast I could. She never bothered me again.

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walking dead

I keep hearing about the walking dead show on t.v. we have net flix, so started watching to see what all talk is about.  I am sucked in now. Love to see how the characters respond to the zombie apocalypse. Image

I love the zombie movement as far as the makeup. So awesome to shade and make it look 3d. It is a talent that is of no use where I live except Halloween,  which is my favorite holiday.

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Diabetes

I took most of today off from work. I received a phone call earlier in the week letting me know my diabetes test came back positive with the  markers. My son was diagnosed  with type 1 in December and we all were tested in January. I have to go back in today to be retested to make sure I do in fact have diabetes type 1.

The good news about that is I won’t experience diabetic onset. Which can make you feel terrible. I think if confirmed I will be put on insulin or a medication hopefully prior to my pancreas giving up completely. Also, my son who daily deals with this reality will have a companion to endure this with. I have learned so much about this that I know exactly what I have to do. Image

The bad news is insulin injections, i hate needles, but have grown accustomed to giving them to my son.  I most likely will change my diet to be more protein based to not have to do insulin as much except to correct blood sugar. Go south beach diet. My son has to eat carbohydrates because he is growing and needs them till he is fully grown. 

I can’t help but to feel depressed that the luxury of eating nacho cheese Doritos is gone. The many foods with carbohydrates never thought about will affect my life, if this is my reality.  My son is my hero in how he handles his life and can only hope to be half as awesome as he is about it. 

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Belize is calling

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Belize is calling

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Happiness?

I have had this thought about life and what makes us happy as humans.

That is an individual process because different things make an individual happy. There are commonalities in our happiness or generalities.

Security makes a lot of people happy. What is security anyway?  Money, houses, relationships, good job, vacations?  Is it really security or is it a facade? I moved to the suburbs for the good schools.  I thought they were safer for my children to be raised in. The reality is I have a registered sex offender on my street and a student walked into my daughter’s high school shooting a gun and putting off homemade bombs. Yes, the education my kids are getting is stellar but my security that this is the safest place for my kids, not so much. My security has a big fat hole in it. However,  I know we could live in a much worse situation because that is the reality too.

That has made me really question what happy means to me. I know it isn’t security because that is gone Or the facade that it was secure is gone.  I have had people say to me, ” you only have one life here”. Yes, and no guarantee of tomorrow.  We can eat right,  work out, try to be healthy internally and get hit by a bus or car today. Maybe,  that is why we build so much on what makes us feel secure because we know that life is short and things can happen. Like a big magical fence.

I recently thought about wanting to move  to Belize.  I like being warm and long for the beach. I wonder often if life in the u.s.a. is for me. I feel pressure to consume and at this point I feel my belongings own me, not the opposite. I long for simplicity and community.  Not things. However,  I say this living here in the u.s. and not there experiencing what exactly that looks like. People do this and Belize is growing in ex patriots giving up life here for there.I am not sure if this is what I really want or if I need to create a different space here.

I suppose we are all trying to figure out these questions and answers to our lives. No place is perfect but different. Is the difference enough to create happiness?  I know happiness is internal. Wherever you go, there you are. I have been through a lot this past couple months and really feel I have to look at this. I want to take the time to ask these questions.  I don’t want to just live what I know and is familiar.  I want to live because I feel there is a purpose to living in it and continuing on that path because it is fulfilling.

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