Hello faithful followers….today I’ve gone and written something that flew out of my……………….brain.

A person attempts to commit suicide but is  unsuccessful.  The subject is now taken to the emergency room where doctors attempt to save their life (call me stupid but why try to save someone’s life who was trying to end it?); now the hospital has spent time and money attempting to save the subject’s life and succeeded.  Did I mention they had a team of eight medical professionals in the room? That doesn’t include the paramedics and front desk person who had to register said subject as a new patient.

The subject is now in a private room, with 24-hour supervision, television, phone and a window…..and let’s not forget the obligatory jello and iced water. Almost two weeks later, said subject is ready to be released and upon getting final instructions and referrals to seek weekly visits with a psychiatrist, said subject claims there is no insurance and they are not able to pay the hospital expenses.

This is the part where I rant or according to those who disagree with me, “I don’t make sense”…….

When an illegal immigrant seeks medical attention without insurance, they have on occasion been turned away.  When a person without a job or home seeks medical attention they have been turned away…when a single parent barely making ends meet takes their child to an emergency room, they panic and stress on how they’re going to pay for the medical bill (and they WILL pay it). When said writer argues with her insurance because a trip to the emergency room after an ice hockey injury is not fully covered because said writer did not pull over during her frantic drive with an injured player to get prior approval….pause…she wonders after arguing and requesting a supervisor…and YES got claims paid after being on the phone over half an hour!

Where was I?    Oh…..She wonders………..Has the medical professional become so blind to the needs of those seeking medical attention that they fail to remind themselves of what is written in the Hippocratic Oath?

So my question is…what happens  to the person who didn’t want to be saved but was? Did said subject attempt suicide again? Better yet, who paid for their hospital stay? Was it the said writer’s and other hard-working subject’s taxes? Did they write it off? Am I just taking the ideas that fly out of my………………….brain, too seriously?  Perhaps I am.

Life is good….right Ernie?

Eve

***Note: Said subject suffered from a self-inflicted bullet wound after hurting innocent victims.  Could have attempted suicide before the SWAT team crashed into subject’s motel room.  Hey, I only write this stuff, this is how I see it as I write it. I don’t know where it comes from. Sometimes it flies out of my…………………….brain.

Hello fellow followers! My apologies for being MIA and not writing at least a small tidbit of news to keep you entertained.

Today’s topic: The news as we know it…or KNEW it.

I won’t take too much of your time and hope my venting session won’t turn you off. I usually write it like it is, or rather LIKE I wish to write it. Is that being selfish? Not as selfish as publishing a selfie like every half hour. Yes, I went there.

Every morning I turn on the television so I can find out what’s happening in my neck of the woods before I venture out. Sadly, the news reporting nowadays is not like it used to be…That’s right Dorothy, you’re not in Kansas anymore.

I’m watching channel 12 news (that’s a Jersey channel) and I can’t stop wanting to punch the news anchor in the face as she is reporting a shooting with a stupid smile on her face. Ok, so they need to look good while reporting the news but why do they need to smile? Did I miss a memo about news etiquette? When I was younger, I remember the news anchors reporting tragedies and sad news with a solemn look on their faces. You could tell by their facial expressions they felt the pain of the tragedy they were reporting….today, those bastards are reporting carjackings, muggings, grandmothers getting beaten up and shootings with a stupid smile or grin. Can you say ‘compassion’???

Whew! I’m so over happy news anchors I’m ready to send them hate mail. I will say Della Crews (channel 12 NJ) is somewhat old school when reporting the news, she’s a bit more real than Miss Carissa Lawson who can’t seem to stop smiling even when reporting a tragic fire…and Kurt Sieglin, who gives a cow’s ass about the “3 things to know” ! I hope I spelled your name wrong. You guys need to head over to UNIVISION and see how it’s done.

Back in the day, the news was just that…the NEWS. We knew Son of Sam was in the vicinity so we were under “lockdown” by a certain time. They reported a heat wave, so we made sure we drank plenty of water, played in the fire hydrants, and put an ice bucket behind our fans (lol, yes we did). Back then, we were kept informed, we knew if our neighbor was a stalker and we didn’t have to tune in at 11 to find out which brand of packaged spinach was tainted by a disgruntled employee…they told us ALL day long. Today, the news has gone from reporting what’s really happening and what’s important, to reporting someone’s GIANT butt, because they’re a celebrity. Who does that?

So my message to the news world……Please report the FACTS, guys, nothing but the FACTS and leave the celebrity gossip and booties to that other program who will cover it all week-long.

Life is good!

Eve

Domestic violence.

Spousal Abuse.

Family Violence.

Intimate partner violence.

No matter what words or “label” we put on this act, it still boils down to the cowardly act of one human being taking the liberty of degrading, abusing, either physically, emotionally or verbally someone they love. For reasons I still don’t understand, the abuser enjoys having the control over a person by inflicting pain and fear onto their victim. This fear must be so great where it cripples the victim into submission, into allowing their captor to take control of their lives to the point where they don’t realize there is hope…there is help and there is life after abuse.

Sadly, these abusive relationships go unnoticed and are not reported unless you are someone in the public eye. So if Jane Doe is living with her abusive mate and reports him, gets an order of protection and dies within a few days, Jane is now a ‘statistic’. But if Jane Smith is engaged or married to a celebrity, or athlete and she happens to get busted up by her mate, it is now nationally publicized, managers and general managers are being questioned and fired, the public feels sorry for the aggressor (because he’s such a good athlete) and Jane Smith lives!

Wow…makes you wonder why society becomes angry, obsessed and sometimes combative with the law because it is only an issue when money, power and status comes into play.

I am still wrestling with this topic and don’t have enough material to share because I do get angry, combative and fail to understand “why they stay”…..I can’t judge…I can’t question and I can’t wonder until I walk in their shoes or live in their homes or feel their pain, wear their bruises or feel their desperation. I am however, trying to educate myself to better understand why Jane Smith is still there and hoping she will get the courage to walk away ALIVE one day……the same goes for all the John Doe’s out there for domestic abuse does not discriminate, and men are also victims who suffer in silence fearing the shame.

Sometimes we understand what others are going through, or have been through, by educating ourselves and learning more about these issues which are seldom addressed. I’m glad I am following this blog, *http://betternotbroken.com, because the writer candidly shares articles related to this topic. Kudos, to those brave enough to find the strength and courage to stand up for themselves and walk away while they can.

Life is good….

Eve

*Thanks to the author of betternotbroken.com for granting me permission to share her blog.

Well back in the days, Egyptian days to be specific, Isis was an Egyptian Goddess of Magic and Giver of Life. She was also a moon goddess who gave birth to Horus the god of the sun. This lady had so many aliases I can’t list them all but here are a few, Mother of Life, The One who is all, Lady of Ten thousand names, did I say Goddess of Magic? Whew!

It is said she spent time among her people, taught women how to grind corn, make bread, how to weave ( I don’t think it was hair weaving back in those days), she even taught them how to read…jeepers was she like ‘Suzy-homemaker’ from Egypt? I’m surprised she didn’t have a blog.

In my days…that would be 1975, Isis was an archaeology teacher who found an amulet which turns her into the superheroine Goddess Isis. She would touch the amulet and when she said, “All Mighty Isis” she would turn into this Egyptian Goddess with short white dress, hand bracelets or cuffs, and BANG! She would fight evil. Yes, I wanted to be Isis and I’m still wondering why if she didn’t wear a mask or glasses like Clark Kent, why didn’t her students or fellow workers know she was the archaeology teacher?! It wasn’t like they had CGI back in the 70’s…either way, until Wonder Woman showed up, I HAD to watch Isis and dream of growing up to be her. Hey, all you need is a dollar and a dream!

Today’s ISIS…..well, I won’t elaborate on this one because all I know is now some Islamic State had gone and used my childhood heroine’s name as their tagline to give themselves publicity. It was probably some idiot with a too-tight towel on his head with daddy issues who decided to come up with this terroristic plan. Honestly, if they believed in God or valued human lives they wouldn’t be acting like idiots who were raised by wolves (or sheep or whatever damn animal they have over there). They should wake up and smell the sand and realize there’s enough sand and rocks to share with EVERYONE!

You want to call yourselves ISIS? Go live in the Bronx with a Puerto Rican mom with five kids (before the 6th came along) trying to make ends meet, and tell her your plans…all it takes is a whack over your head with the broom stick, fifty lashes with the iron’s plug (which they cut off to use in lieu of a belt) or the chancleta and you’ll wish your ass was back in the sand dunes.

Oh mighty Isis from the 1970’s where art thou?

Life IS good!

Eve

Today I had the pleasure of meeting up with very good friends for lunch and the topic of divorce came up because one of the ladies is now going through this process. I always wondered what changes a man, or woman, into a stranger who when divorcing is no longer the loving person who once felt so much love for their mate. Curious to know because I’m nosy as hell or perhaps it’s not being nosy but just trying to understand why WE change when divorcing the person we thought we would love forever.

So my inquisitive “writer’s” mind wanted to know more about this topic which I’m so glad is no longer tabu as it was back in the days.

As the Fabulous Five of us enjoyed our lunch and talked about Fab’s #1 current divorce drama, I realized that it’s ok to ask questions and not feel sorry for the person who is going through this ordeal. No one knows what happens behind closed doors and therefore, judgement should not be made because the person who is going through it, is doing it for a reason and no matter how many questions are asked, or how many “I’m sorry” we say, they will need to go through the process until time and strength heals their wounds. Fab #1 will be fine because she is a strong woman and has a good support system. When I asked Fabs #2, 3 and 4 how they dealt with their divorces, they candidly shared what they went through and honestly, I learned a lot about strength, perseverance and waiting for the right time to call it quits.

Call me crazy but I say it like it is. I don’t have the ‘perfect’ marriage and don’t believe such a thing exists! When I think about a couple falling in love, buying a ring, planning a wedding, embracing the birth of their first child and having a happy life for a few years…..I fail to understand why ONE of the parties turns into a stranger when “Divorce” comes into play and they turn into a total stranger. Why? Why would a person forget the happy times, the struggles to keep the family together, the birth of children and then make it all into “let’s get even and make your life a living hell” because of a divorce? Hmmmm, ok perhaps, the circumstances of the divorce drives the person to change, or perhaps it’s greed when money is involved, or perhaps it’s just human nature. I don’t get and I doubt I will.

The one thing I do get is….if there are children involved, regardless of their ages, shouldn’t we act as adults and try to leave the marriage as ADULTS and not make the innocent suffer? Shouldn’t we remember what it was like to fall in love and have this person in our lives and let them go for the sake of the children without causing anyone pain? Shouldn’t we embrace what we learned when we lived with this person and admit it didn’t work, we screwed up, we weren’t meant to be so it’s time to move on?

I still don’t get it.

What I do get is that there are a lot of strong women (and men) who have divorced, dedicated their lives to their children, worked crazy hours to put food on the table and pay the rent, sacrificed their lives to make sure their children didn’t go without food, clothing or a happy childhood. This I get! This I respect! This I believe should be celebrated.

Plenty of people go through divorce and not ALL of them put on a brave face, smile and act like life is fine when their heart has been broken, and their spirit has been crushed. These are the people who silently go through their life, not grieving the loss of a marriage, but moving ahead for a better future.

I believe a divorced person should NOT feel they have failed at their marriage. They should EMBRACE what’s ahead because life goes on and when you think back at all you have done….you will realize, we all have to fall so we can pick ourselves back up and try again!

Life is good!

Eve

I enjoy a good Mojito but I have a special request to all bartenders:

PLEASE CHECK YOUR MINT LEAVES!

Yes, it has happened to me twice and the worse thing to find in your tall, cool glass of mojito are ‘moldy mint leaves’.
Who does that? Who does NOT check the garnishes before putting them into a glass and serving it to a patron? I’ll tell you who! Riviera Maya restaurant in Rockaway NJ…that’s who!

I’m not one of those people who complains but when my drink is served with moldy mint leaves and the waiter offers to bring me another Mojito with FRESH mint leaves after my complaint….ahhhh, my question is: Why didn’t I get fresh mint leaves in the first place? Like, seriously, do you think I trust you to bring me a fresh drink with FRESH garnishes….? I don’t think so. I opted for a Corona and to be honest, I will NEVER ask for a drink with ANY garnishes at this place IF I return.

Mr. Eve happens to LOVE this place and although the food is ok (try the tamales if you go there), I don’t see myself returning.

Mint leaves – are to be served fresh and not dark brown or black. Damn, the wild mint leaves growing in my back yard are FAR fresher than what those bloody fools served me.

SHAME ON YOU BARTENDERS WHO DO NOT CHECK YOUR GARNISHES BEFORE OPENING YOUR DOORS!

Life is good, when your MINT LEAVES are FRESH!

Eve

Many of us writers go through the grueling process of searching for an agent to represent our work. Why? Well for starters, if we’re not well-known or possess celebrity status, agents won’t beat down our doors or call us at home begging to represent us. No, we must research hours on end on how to solicit an agent, how to write the perfect query letter, how to ‘beg’ to be represented because sending our work directly to a publishing house will not work.

I’m sure many of us have found the perfect publisher or editor but get dissapointed when we read the fine print..”unsolicited manuscripts or unagented materials will not be reviewed”. What? What if WE were the ones to scout or interview the agents who we wish to represent us?

Well, for all us writers out there still trying to get our OWN agents based on our writing and not on our celebrity status…here’s an AD I’ve created on how it should really work:

AGENT WANTED!
Only apply if you possess the following qualities:
- Open to accept new and upcoming authors
- Have a keen eye for new material
- Are not afraid to represent authors with various rejection letters
- Have no fear of representing NON-celebrity authors
- Are able to fight for the story even if you feel it’s NOT that great but your author insists it is
- Will fight for your client even though the editor insists the story sucks
- Will leave your job and work out of your garage because you believe in your client and the story when the editor said “hell no!”
- Are willing to pay for all business lunch meetings and travel arrangements even if only meeting around the corner at the hot dog stand

Why you should represent this new author:
- Because her sister and her best friend’s cousin loved the story and said it was AMAZING
- Because you will definitely have fun arguing about why the story needs to be re-written
- Eventually she will write a bestseller and make you lots of money
- No need to worry about Diva-like demands since she is NOT a celebrity
- She may agree to all your demands if there’s a promise to have the book published
- You never received a query letter on the back of a Shoprite receipt (the client felt the need to write it as she waited on line to pay for her groceries during Memorial weekend when the market was packed like hell)
- Where else would you find a client who answers her own phone?
- Because she BELIEVES in you!

Ahh, imagine if it were that easy….Life is good any way you write it!

Eve

“Slow down in life and take a look around you. There’s so much to miss when you rush through your day.”

As the last of the mourners and well wishers leave Selena’s house, Kyle closes the door and walks towards the kitchen. Looking through the patio doors, his heart aches for the woman who is staring blindly into the warm water of the kidney-shaped pool and he is not sure if he should approach her. As her shoulders shake while she cries, he wants to go to her but he holds back and lets her have this moment to mourn the man she married, the man she loved, the man who won her heart.

Dare he go to her and wrap his strong arms around her shoulders during her time of grief? Should he yet again be the rock for her as he has been all those years during their friendship? Confused by the mixed emotions and not knowing if this is the right time to express how he feels, Kyle does what he does best and waits until Selena is ready to lean on him as she’s done in the past.

The sky is now darkening and Selena has not come back into the house. With the food put away, dishes cleared and foldable chairs leaning against the wall, Kyle lets out a long breath and goes out the door to seek his friend.

“Selena, you should come inside now it’s getting cold.” No response. “Hey, I can make you a cup of tea if you’d like before I leave.” Not a word.

What now? What should he do? He walks closer and just as he’s about to touch her shoulders Selena’s painful voice says, “He told me he would love me forever. He said I was his world and he would never leave me.”

Kyle didn’t know what to say to her. Actually, he didn’t have to say a thing for she continued in a whispered painful tone, “Why did he have to die Kyle? Why did he have to get sick?” as she turned to him, Kyle didn’t know how he managed not to pull her into his arms the moment he saw the raw pain in her eyes. The tears streaming down her pale cheeks made his heart ache even more for this woman who he has loved since the day he first met her as a five or six year-old.

“I don’t Selena,” he said as she stared at him as if waiting for the answer that would take away her pain.
“He really liked you, you know? He used to joke about our friendship and said that if he didn’t trust you, he wouldn’t want you around me. He always said you were a good man and that I was a very lucky woman to have two men who cared so much about me.”

Kyle’s throat constricted and he prayed he would keep his emotions in tact and not betray himself since this was not the time to be selfish.

“Come inside Selena, it’s getting a bit chilly out here.” She finally went inside the house and slowly walked into the now empty living room. Sitting on the couch, she stared into space crying uncontrollably, “What am I going to do now Kyle? I don’t think I’m strong enough to handle losing him.”
“Yes, you can. You’re way stronger than you think Selena, besides; I will be here for you.”
“Can you stay tonight? I don’t want to be in the house alone, I can’t bear the thought of waking up alone and not having anyone to talk to.”
“I will stay as long as you like, I promise.”

Selena sleeps peacefully after Kyle convinced her to take a sleeping pill. He knew she would have been up all night if she didn’t take the pill. Feeling strange sitting in the chair in the bedroom she shared with her husband, Kyle tries to no avail to fall asleep. He knew he would be up all night but didn’t mind. As long as Selena rested, he was happy. Kyle knew tomorrow promised to be an even harder day for her when she woke up to find her love gone and knowing she had to begin going through personal papers and getting everything in order now that he was gone.

Oh how he loved her. He loved her smile, the way her eyes crinkled slightly when she laughed uncontrollably and the way she said his name. Her playful teasing was something he enjoyed the most about her. He loved the way she was with him in good times and bad times..she even let him see her without her makeup, wearing her worst and when sick and didn’t pretend to be embarrassed, because she wasn’t. Selena was the only woman he knew who never changed or acted different no matter who was around.

Whenever she entered a room, whenever she was near him, his entire being lit up and every fiber on his body became alive.
His pulse quickens at the sight of her, his heart begins to pound hard against his chest it’s almost deafening to his ears. His stomach muscles clench automatically giving him no control at all.

She was the love of his life. She was the woman he would always love and she was the only woman who won his heart. Oh how he loved her. Kyle knew no other woman would win his heart the way Selena had….and she didn’t even know it. For twenty years Kyle has been in love with Selena, his middle school friend, neighbor and confidant. She was there for him when his parents divorced, when he crashed his motorcycle during his college years and when he dated the stalker. He was there during the time the ‘mean girls’ bullied her, was her stand in prom date when she was stood up and when Damien Stone broke her heart. Oh how he loved her.

During her wedding he thought he would die when she said “I do” while he stood by as one of the groomsmen. He never once stopped smiling while congratulating her and her new husband even though his heart was shattered and his hopes all gone. He was there for her when she miscarried her second child and he cried wishing he had the power to take away her pain. Kyle would have done anything for her because that’s what friends do and most of all because he loved her.

As Kyle walks through the sterile halls, the smell of rubbing alcohol and disinfectant overwhelm his senses. He begins to tremble and gets light-headed as he nears the Intensive Care Unit and sees a priest near the doorway which he knows is where she is. Oh how he loved her and now for the last time he will be there for her, to hold her hand, to say goodbye and to be strong yet again as he has done for so many years.

Nearing the room family and friends exchanged pleasantries and allow him to enter the room. Selena’s husband waved him over to speak to him privately. The man’s eyes which were always full of life, seem sad and hopeless as he tried to smile. “I’ve known all along Kyle. I’ve known how much you loved her throughout these years and you never said a word or acted inappropriately.” “I don’t know-” “No need to say a word. We don’t have much time. I don’t want these last moments to be sad for her. I want her to be happy as she has always been. Thank you for coming Kyle, you mean so much to her and I want you to promise me, that you will be there for her as you’ve always been and continue to love her but not in secret when I’m gone.”

Kyle’s heart was aching, not for the pain she will endure and not for all the years he loved her in silence. His heart was aching for the man who on his death-bed gave him permission to love her freely, to stand by her and to make her happy. His heart was also aching for all the years he thought he wasted but now was being rewarded for.

Oh how he loved her.

I thought I would disregard this subject but then my mind began to analyze and compare my childhood to today’s generation and I just had to put fingers to keyboard.

Today:   Kids are suing their parents for support, college, and/or living expenses?  Hmmm, this is interesting. I understand they’re also ‘divorcing’ their parents! How can one get past all this and still remain part of the family? Would I want my kids calling or asking me for help after they sue me?  WTF!

Yesteryear:  This would be my past. The old days back in the 70′s or 80′s; heck whenever the hell I was young!  If I had known I could have sued my parents, I would’ve gotten my sky blue converse sneakers way before my sister got her damn Pro-Keds! 

 Seriously, do you think ANY Puertorican would dare attempt to sue their parents?  I think not!  Why? Well for one thing, if you even DARED threaten your parents with a lawsuit, by the time your parents found out, your lawyer wouldn’t have time to file the papers.  Furthermore, have you ever heard of a Latino kid confront their parents? Seriously? CSI has nothing on Latino parents, there would be no body, no weapon, no motive, damn…the child just plain would NOT exist.  I believe this says it all.

In conclusion I must say this generation needs a wake up call. We could be at fault as parent by giving them far too much, catering to their needs and letting them get away with things far too easily.  If this is the case, why the need to sue us? Why the need to make us feel we owe them when in reality we have given them far too much…Hell, I have given my sons the right to live when I carried their sorry asses for nine months while I suffered with pain, swollen ankles, hemorroids and let’s not forget those damn ugly underwear!  Yeah, try to sue me….you will NOT get your day in court!

Life is good…so good I can write and talk about whatever I want….

Eve

Hey fellow followers,

I forgot to share with you how I have been working hard on getting one of my inventions to get reviewed and hopefully sent over to “Expert Review” which means if it’s good enough, I may have something on the market.

Don’t be shy and stop on by and check it out….I LOVE all feedback….good or bad, what the heck so stroll on and see and yes  VOTE if you can since I am not ashamed to ask…thank you!!!!

http://www.quirky.com/invent/#874228/action/vote/query/sort=ending_soon&categories=all

Yep, my blog suffers as I continue to keep my brain cells active with other projects…..LOL.

Life is good,

Eve

Wow, I can’t even imagine how long it’s been since I’ve written on my blog. I do have to thank my friend, Linda, for encouraging me to fight my way through all these cobwebs and write a small blurb here.

When asked by Linda if she’s missed any entries because she hasn’t received any email alerts, I felt bad because I think about writing on my blog but I don’t have anything “meaningful” to post. I love writing but I hate to write just to fill in a blog or to tease my followers. What am I writing about today? My apology to my fellow followers for not keeping them entertained with my wacky writing.

So here’s a small teaser:

I promised I would not write about the snow (yes, snow and more snow in New Jersey which is annoying the eff out of me) but sometimes when Mr. Eve says something to annoy me I try to dissect it to see if I’m overreacting at his suggestions. So now he tells me snowstorm number 4, or is 5?, is coming our way and I should go to the market. I claim I have no money because again I am being paid late and I refuse to keep using money from what I call “my savings accounts” which is really more like a coin collection.

Mr. Eve kindly gives me his debit card but with it he gives me a budget…..ahhhh, WTF is a budget when a storm is coming and we need lots of food because a 21-year old and a 16-year old male do not consider REAL food as something to eat? So he tells me to buy the essentials and none of my crap (crap is cookies, ice cream, chips, donuts and whatever I find that’s sugary and of course bad for you). So I do buy the essentials as he suggest and in the process I have added a giant bottle of wine, two six-packs of beer, a couple of Babe Ruth candy bars and the ice cream. Ahhhh, men don’t get it…..snow days mean “Get your wine supply in order…have plenty of beer as a backup…..and get the damn ice cream and chocolate because when you’re snowed in, you’ll regret it! And did I sneak the wine and beer into the house? Ahhh, do bears shit in the woods? I guess I did!

Life is good,
Eve

I began seeing her every morning as I drank my coffee and ate my roll before going into work.

She sat alone since customers avoided her because she looks homeless. Her sad brown eyes stares out the glass windows not making eye contact with others. As customers come in and out with their hot beverages and something to eat, I sip my coffee and continue to write as I usually do every morning.

Is she hungry? Did she have something to eat this morning? When was the last time she had a meal? These and many other questions I ask myself as the next sip of coffee warms my belly. At first I too, like many others, avoided eye contact with her until I felt guilt. Guilt for behaving like every other person who walked in and out without acknowledging her.

Today I got to the coffee shop earlier than usual and I had time for one more cup of coffee. As I searched through my purse for money I see I have just enough for two cups of coffee. Sometimes I wrestle with my decisions since I don’t want to insult anyone and after doing so I get up, look the woman in the eyes and asked, “Would you like a cup of coffee?”

She smiled a bit surprised and said, “Thank you yes, that would be nice.”

I am now at the counter and ask for two cups of coffee. When I tell the cashier that I didn’t know how the brown-eyed woman takes her coffee, she responds with a sneer, “Don’t get her anything. Don’t bother with her.” Wow, I was very disappointed at her comment since I always thought the cashier was a nice kind woman. I mean, she memorized how I liked my coffee and often told her coworker how to make it. I asked for the two cups again, and after paying I handed one cup to the brown-eyed woman and went back to my table.

She thanked me again, told me her money was stolen and that she appreciated my gesture and would pay me back. I responded, “It’s always good to give to others because some day you’ll receive it back tenfold.”

She agreed, “I know. I’m a giver and I strongly believe that.”

With a lump in my throat and teary eyes, I looked down and continued to write.

Before leaving, the brown-eyed woman cleared and cleaned the table where she was sitting. She put on her fake designer sunglasses and went over to the shopping cart she had left by the coffee shop door.

My thoughts were on her all through the day and I hoped she would find others kind enough to treat her nice.

I saw the brown-eyed woman a week later at the coffee shop. She was sitting alone staring out the glass windows with her sunglasses on top of her head. As I wait my turn in line, I search for my money when I hear someone say, “Excuse me,” I didn’t know I was the one being addressed.

“Excuse me,” says the brown-eyed woman as I turn towards the voice, “May I buy you a coffee?” she asked me.

Talk about being taken off guard, “Thank you but it’s ok you don’t have to buy me a coffee,” I replied.

She smiled and said, “I told you I would buy you a cup of coffee to pay you back for your kindness.”

“That’s very kind of you, but when I bought you the coffee I didn’t want you to repay me. Thank you for the kind offer.”

The woman made my day.

Others heard our conversation and I noticed a few smiles and yes a few confused stares. As I enjoyed my cup of coffee and the kind gesture from the brown-eyed woman, I decided I needed to share the story on my blog.

Perhaps I wanted to memorialize my experience or the thought of sharing how good I felt with others was something I needed to do. Either way, a person should be respected and acknowledged regardless of how they look. They could look homeless, dirty, sad or even confused. You’ll never know whose life you’ll change with a small gesture of kindness. And we’ll never know when we’ll be on the other end expecting someone to help us out.

Life is all about treating others how we wish to be treated.

Life is good,
Eve
(true story)

My fellow followers,

I’ve been too busy reading other blogs, forums and trashy magazines that I have neglected to write on my blog.

No worries, I will soon be writing my wacky stories for your reading pleasure and if I’m not following your blog yet,
let me know…I do read and comment on blogs I read and like.

Thanks again for dropping by when you can….it’s good to have a fan club.

Life is good!

Eve

Hello faithful followers and happy Saturday!!

Today my kindle e-book is being offered for free so grab a copy and don’t ever say I didn’t give you anything for free.

The book geared for middle grade kids, as well as those of us who are kids at heart, is titled “The Haunted Lake – A Watery Grave” under my pen name Eva Garcia.

Happy reading and have a wonderful day!

Life is good,

Eve

Hello fellow followers!

I usually post as to why I’ve neglected to write new articles on my blog. Well, this time I hope the time spent away from my blog was well worth it!

This writer took a chance and challenged herself to write something totally out of her element…this would be me…I went ahead and wrote a book for young middle age kids. Yep! I took a break from my blog and from writing romance books (my favorite genre) and wrote a book which I am proud to say has been published on Kindle.

Yipee!!  Hooray!!   (in my mind there are fireworks, champagne and lots of pat on the back as I say this)

I’m not quite famous yet, nor do I have Stephen King calling me day and night for the rights to the movie but for now I am extremely happy to have one item crossed off my ‘Bucket List’.

If you’re interested in reading all about it..go check out my latest masterpiece titled “A Haunted Lake – A Watery Grave” which is written under my pen name “Eva Garcia”…..well you know I had to put a little Latin spice into it somehow!  LOL. Available now on Amazon.com

Hey, feel free to share your news with me. I will gladly do whatever I can to support my fellow followers and writers.

I will update you as soon as I get the movie deal and the date for my interview with Oprah Winfrey.  Oh and I haven’t given up on Ellen DeGeneres calling me…I’ve only sent her like a hundred emails…not in a stalker way…really…more like an admiring fan

Life is good,

Eve

THE KISS.

I came across this one while cleaning up articles written for TRIOND, the first site I ventured into public writing.

Once in awhile I will take the time to send a “special” note of “THANKS” to all the readers who follow my blog.

Due to other projects I’ve been working on, I’ve neglected my blog and haven’t posted any new thoughts.  I do sincerely thank those of you who are signed up for updates and read my blog regularly.

Life is good,

Eve

Have you ever had a stranger make you feel good about yourself by saying “thank you” or smiling at you for no reason at all?

Why not do the same for someone and smile, hold a door or compliment them?

Sometimes a kind word goes a long way and there are people out there thirsting for a kind word or a small gesture of kindness.

Life is good,

Eve

Why do I believe single mothers rock?

Because my sister has been a single mother for over fifteen years!  Yep, I have watched her work her ass off in trying to provide for my nephew without complaining and without asking for help.  She has done more than I can EVER imagine of doing if I were a single mom. Do I have the guts to have two or perhaps three jobs to make the salary I deserve to pay the rent, put food on the table, put my child through private school and have a savings?  I know I don’t have what it takes because I am not as strong as she is.

After speaking and interviewing several single mothers, I have heard how hard and difficult it is to raise a child (or children) without a partner. Often we hear the horror stories of single parents and how they abandon or abuse their kids, but seldom do I hear the stories of the mothers (ok, ok and fathers) who have sacrificed so much to provide for their kids and they do not ever complain because they LIVE for their kids.

For those of us who take for granted what we have while having a partner or spouse, STOP whining!  While we have a support system be it a lover, friend, husband or significant other…there are plenty of single parents winging it by themselves.  They alone worry about paying the bills, paying for sports activities, managing their work and life schedule so they can be at the school plays or practices and they do this while being tired, worried, exhausted or on little sleep.

We are NO match for single parents because I personally feel they have twice, if not triple, the strength and guts we have and they will fight twice, if not triple as hard as we would, for their child or children.  A single parent, be it male or female, will do whatever it takes to give their child whatever it takes to make them strong, educated and independent individuals and they ALL need to be recognized and praised for their sacrifices.

TO ALL SINGLE PARENTS OUT THERE….I PERSONALLY SAY….I RESPECT YOU! I ADMIRE YOU! AND I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU DO IT!

I find it amazing that while I sit around complaining about my significant other not helping enough, you are doing double duty and getting it done without complaining because you have chosen to do so.

Give yourself credit for all you do because I know I personally do not have the strength, courage and energy to do it by myself.

Single mothers rock! Ok, ok, single PARENTS rock!  I will include the men as well since they seldom get acknowledged.

Life is good!

Eve

Before you continue reading I must warn you this post is for WOMEN ONLY!  I mean it MEN, you don’t want to read about ladies panty liners!

Bargains are really not that great depending on what you are buying of course. Ok ladies, I know a few of you have experienced what I recently went through because of my cheap penny-pinching ass!  Yes, I decided to try to save money on buying the “store brand” panty liners instead of my usual “Always” brand because I figured, heck it’s going to the garbage by the end of the day so why not buy cheap?

Big mistake!

So here I am taking a bathroom break and knowing I DID use a liner I was like, “where the hell is it?”  You’d think they put enough adhesive on these bad boys to make them stick to your undies and NOT your thigh!  WTF?!!!  Not only was it clinging to my inner thigh it was all crumpled and sh–!  Was it worth saving the ninety cents?   NO!!  Damn those damn store brands!

I did learn my lesson and as soon as I finish using the rest of those cheap ass liners, I’m buying my regular brand!

Bastards!

Life is good……well it will be when I get my Always liners!

Eve

I am still amazed at how the art of writing with a pen or pencil is slowly dying away.  When I was challenged by a good friend to write a letter and mail it, I realized that the only time I use a pen and paper is when I am writing my stories.  I’m surprised I don’t send my friends and family a handwritten letter or post card.

When was the last time you actually wrote a letter or note to a friend and mailed it out?

With technology being readily available to all of us, we are taking the easy way out by sending text messages, emails or Facebook messages.  I think we need to keep our writing skills sharp by challenging ourselves. Seriously, I remember the day I could not wait to begin writing in script because I knew I would have the best handwriting.  There’s hope for me yet, I am going to buy some nice paper and a few good pens and I’m going to begin to write the old-fashioned way….with pen and paper.

Life is good….let’s write it down!

Eve

My dear blog followers, I have abandoned my blog and haven’t written any new posts since I’ve been working on a project which

hopefully will put me on the ‘published’ map.  I intend to get back on the Blog wagon and continue to entertain you with my wacky

writing material real soon.

Thanks for taking the time to drop in and read my blog!

Life is good,

Eve