Only Child Syndrome

People think being an only child is the greatest thing in the whole world.  Well, coming from an only child perspective, I have a different take on this who idea.

Let me tell you being an only child is not all it’s cracked up to be.  People think being an only child, you get all the attention, but at the same time, you are also by yourself nearly all the time, except when you decide to call friends or go over to their house, but half the time at least while you are young, you can’t just pick up and go over to a friends house unless you live right next door.

You have a lot of time to imagine what life would be like to have a sister or brother and you create fake brothers and sisters to play with, pick on and just talk to.

One thing I loved to do when I was a little girl was go out to my back yard and pretend that my yard was a magical kingdom and each item had a different magical power:  my thinking rock helped me come up with new ideas and my singing tree helped me climb to the top of the tree to see God’s amazing glory from it’s roof top, even though I never climbed that high and when it would snow, I’d take my sled and go out to the little hill in back and sled down it, protecting my hands from the coldness and having all the fun in  the world.  It was the life, but what I wouldn’t of given for a sister or brother to share my experiences with.

Abandoned on the side of the LA River

It makes me sick.  Sick to think that any human being could be so cruel as to abandon harmless puppies by putting them inside a black plastic sack and tying them to a fence beside the LA River.  Whoever could do this, obviously has NO heart.  They shouldn’t even have any kind of pet or children.  In fact, I’d hate to see what they’d do if they DID have children.

Well, I’m happy to say, my household has two new additions, Jackie and Tippy.  They are  nine week old lab, shepherd, boxer puppies and they are just too cute.

My parents were originally only going to take one, because the person that found the three puppies couldn’t keep all of them because of where they lived.  In fact, they almost ended up at the pound, but my parents took one look at them and fell in love.

Jackie actually took to my dad from the moment he held her, practically went to sleep in his arms and Tippy well she’s all puppy.

Pictures will be available momentarily so that all can see what sweet little pups these two sisters are.  I’m not kidding really.

Blogging: Any time Any where!

The nice thing about blogs, you can work on one nearly any place.  It especially makes it convenient when your computer is a laptop and you have access to an internet hotspot.  You can literally go out in the middle of nowhere and just start writing.

This is one thing that I have always told myself that I want to do.  I love nature and I think it would be so awesome one day just to pack up my computer, phone, and instruments into my little 2005 Chevy Cavelier and drive out to some forest or beach type setting and just start writing and/or playing.

I’m a writer and a musician.  Both passions are equally important to me, although I don’t play as much as I would like, I still love taking out my saxophone and playing whatever my mind comes up with.  It’s intriguing what the mind can imagine and send to the brain which then transports to the fingers to create something that is awesome.

I can be anywhere at work and yet my mind can be somewhere else, off on some faraway journey to the great unknown that I will later record for the world to read and/or listen to when they turn on their radios or open up their newspapers.

But alas, when the end of the day rolls around and I wake up from my daydream, I am here again, sitting in front of my computer or sheet music.  I close up the documents on my desktop and put away my instruments and I sigh, because I know one day, I will take that long drive, I will get away for a few short hours and I will play till my hearts content, I will write till my hands bleed, because I know that is what I’m meant to do and I will do it.  I mean it.  I will.

The Help… A must see!

Yesterday, I saw a really good, down to earth movie, The Help starring Emma Stone.

It’s the story of a southern girl returning from college.  She is determined to be a writer despite her classmates comments about her being single when they are married with children.  What she stumbled upon was a racism between the white families and their black maids. She ended up persuading her editor let her pursue the true story of these house maids in order to invoke that this is serious problem.

For those that want to see a good movie with a deep message, definitely see “The Help” before it leaves theaters.  You won’t regret it.

 

 

 

 

 

How I wish I could be here today.

It is much to hot not to be swimming in the water, but Hurricane Harbor is closed for the season.  Why are they closed?  They should’ve stayed open at least until after the end of September.  No, they are only open on weekends.  Bummer.  I only hope next week will be just as hot.  Vacation next weekend and I can actually use my season pass.  Oh well, guess the next best thing is the beach tomorrow.  Put my bathing suit on, drive up to Santa Monica.  Just as good.
This looks so tempting

Writing, Writing! How I love to write!

Here I am,  That’s how it seems I always start.  I’m sitting on the couch, trying to let my mind go and my imagination live on.

I just got off work.  Man was it a hot one, much too hot to be at work, let alone for people to be in the park.  Yet you always have the diehards.  Those people who come out to Universal regardless of the weather.  I don’t know how they do it, but they do.

If it were me I’d be home.  I’d be relaxing on my bed in the air conditioning, watching one of my movies or I’d be sitting in front of my computer working on one of my latest book ideas, but alas I am not home, but at least I have my computer and I can write and write about whatever I am thinking like if my books are really going to be a success or not, but I just love it.  I love to write and I won’t stop until I can’t write any more.

Breaks aren’t nearly long enough

I just barely sit down on my twenty minute break, before I know it, I’ve only got less than ten minutes left and I think where’s the time go, but then I think time, it goes far too fast.

I think the older you get the faster time goes.  When you are a child, you can’t wait till you grow up and move out.  Once you turn eighteen, you rent your own apartment or move into a dorm room at college.  Then twenty five rolls around, you either love your independence or you start thinking of ways to move back home.  Thirty and unless you are married, you could be back in your old bedroom, staring at the pink walls that used to hold your innocence and you wonder where did the time go.  After thirty, time just keeps speeding past you as you try to slow down and savor the minutes of your depressing life and before you know it, that twenty minute break that used to be the highlight of your work day feels life five as you close up your computer, put away your headphones and get ready to go back to the same work you’ve been doing for the past six years, that same job that you took as a summer job to pull you through college until you get a job in your own field, but that was before this recession happened and now no one is hiring and if you quit your job, you’ll be out on the streets.

Yeah, breaks aren’t nearly long enough, you sit down, turn on your computer, put on your headphones and before you know it you are back in the same old workplace.

Oh Well!

Saying Goodbye

This is one phrase that I hate to say, like the end of an age, but it really isn’t.

My dog is nearly sixteen, old for a dog, especially one of his size and statute.  I knew the day was coming, but I hate to see it.

When we first got Sherman, he was not a young dog, six and a towing tip of my dad’s.  I remember it like yesterday, when my dad and I came home with Sherman, my mom went bonkers, said, “Does it look like we need another dog?”  He wasn’t the prettiest looking but his temperament was perfect, he loved going for walks and playing in the back yard with our other dogs.  He was doing good up until the last two months.  You see, he’s a chow, lab mix, not a small dog in the least and unfortunately arthritis got to him and made it harder and harder for him to get up.  Well today, when I went out to take care of all my dogs, I nearly cried at the look of Sherman, he was lying next to the house, when we called his name, he barely picked up his head.  We had to pick him up and move him to the opposite side of the house so that our painter could paint.

I know he’s suffering and that’s the last thing I ever wanted him to experience.  I know that my parents are going to have to put him down, all I can say is I’m glad I won’t be home tomorrow, but I no he’s going to be in a better place.  He won’t be suffering and I do believe animals go to heaven too.

After all, God created them and God loves and takes care of all his creations.  So, I guess all I can say is Goodbye Sherman, at least till I see you again.

One Shot

I have this song stuck in my head—  Ever heard of One Shot by Newsboys.

If you haven’t, you should definitely take a listen.  It’s a good song, definitely geared toward the present generation of people fixated on their Facebook or Twitter status, but that doesn’t matter.  What matters is getting the word out about things and using these social media sites to harvest new ideas, concepts or whatever.  I’m not going to lie or try to deceive you, yes, newsboys is a christian rock band and if you don’t believe or have other beliefs, thats not the point.  The point is social media sites are extremely good means of telling the world about anything and that’s the point of the song that I think people should pay attention too.

Of course, if you get something MORE from the song.  That’s okay too.  The song is layered with several messages of all forms.

You don’t believe me, just listen for yourself.

 

First Book Slump

Here I am looking at a sells sheet for how well my first book is selling.  It’s inspiring and all I can do is persevere and attempt to get more people interested enough in my writing and my book to go out and buy it.

For those that haven’t heard, there is a brand new book called Freedom Calls out for the public to purchase.  In a nutshell, it is the story of a girl’s life who is bestowed adult responsibilities at a rather early age and not at all because she did anything to deserve it, it’s because a serious of events that led up to this drastic change, but as you read this heartfelt story, you will be pulled into her life of triumph and struggles as she strives to live her own life.

For more information and to check it out go to…

the CreateSpace eStore:  @ https://www.createspace.com/3610773

It’s available for just 12 dollars plus shipping and it’s already getting rave reviews, but don’t take my word for it, check it out for yourself.