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We all go through the motions of complaining and wanting what we don’t have or wanting MORE when we should take a step back and ask ourselves, “why are we complaining?”. As we complain about our heating bills, there’s a homeless man somewhere in the cold trying to keep warm in his tattered blanket and trying to keep his feet warm in his worn out shoes which he keeps on his feet tied with some rope. When we complain about not being taken out to fancy dinners or having to go to ‘kiddie restaurants’ instead of “grown up restaurants”, that same homeless man is begging for money in the streets but no one will give him any because they think he will buy alcohol or drugs with it and now he must search through the trash cans for something to put in his stomach.
There are also times when we want a fancier car because our neighbor’s husband bought his wife that shiny new expensive car and there’s that man on the road riding his bicycle to and from work every day, in the cold, in the rain and he is not complaining because he has a job to go to, even if it’s to wash dishes, but he’s working and glad he can get there in order to earn a decent living to feed his family. Shame that we are wanting a better car and he is only wishing it doesn’t rain on his way to work.
Ah, then we complain because we are having a bad hair day (that would be me) and the humidity makes our hair frizz up like Don King and why can’t I have straight hair like the Asian girls who don’t need to worry about the humidity and we never even think about the woman or young girl with cancer and going through chemotherapy and has no hair and wishes she had half the hair we have, frizz and all. Do we even wonder what it would be like NOT to have hair?
Sometimes we are too busy shopping for the most fabulous shoes, because we must have that pair of sexy heels with the straps around the ankle and we must wear them until our feet can’t take it any more and do we wonder what a person in a wheelchair feels like with shoes on their feet but unable to walk? I don’t think we do because we’re too happy we got them on sale, with a coupon too.
What about the times we complain that our significant other (mostly the husbands) don’t do too much around the house but watch tv, hog up the remote control or lay around reading or listening to music instead of doing more for us when there’s a woman crying for the loss of her husband, there’s another one wishing her husband would stop beating her and let’s not forget the one who only wants her husband to spend more time at home with her and not away from home doing who knows what?
Another thing we complain about (guilty as charged) is our job and that boss from hell who loves to hear themselves speak and all we hear is waa-wa, wa-wa-waaa, just like Charlie Brown’s teacher because after a while their voices puts us in automatic ‘sleep mode’ and we can’t stand hearing about how we all need to be a team player etc but there’s a person filling out applications and wanting a job, any job, because they need to pay the bills, feed the kids and they’re willing to do anything just to have a job.
So why do we complain? Because it’s in our nature and as humans we fall into a routine of feeling sorry for ourselves and wanting more when we should try to enjoy what we have, whether it’s a lot or not, and not complain or worry about the little things. Yeah, we’ll keep doing it but at the same time we can stop, reflect and appreciate the “now” and not strive for the “what I want” or the “what I wish I had”. The grass isn’t always greener on the other side (really it’s not, you should see my neighbor’s yard!).
I always say, if the complaining is something you can’t avoid, then use that ‘in case of emergency’ bottle opener and crack open a bo
What Valentine’s Day may mean to some of us:
- Waiting for our lover to bring us flowers, candies and gifts.
- Dressing up in our best for a romantic dinner.
- Stressing over buying the perfect gift.
- Not knowing if we should buy a gift so early in our relationship.
- Unsure if the secret lover should get a gift or not.
- Not wanting to buy an expensive card but with no time to run to the dollar store, we invest in a four dollar Hallmark card.
- Dreading the thought that we are alone yet another year be it due to not having a significant other, or due to the loss or our loved one.
- Hating the office show off who gets the biggest bouquet and you have never seen her boyfriend (did she send them to herself? hmmm..)
- Upset that the five dollar bouquet from the market is now triple the price you pay during the week.
- Wondering why a naked cupid with a bow and arrow has anything to do with Valentine’s Day.
- Smiling when you’re given several boxes of chocolate, dark chocolate at that, when you’re more of a Butterfingers girl.
- Wishing you had the right words to share with your friend who lost their significant other and this day only makes them sad.
- Bringing random flowers to someone in a nursing home just because and watching the smile on their face.
- Buying the cards and lollipops for the entire class of your 6-year old (how I miss those days).
- Still buying the small heart-shaped box of chocolates, all five pieces, for your child and they’re now teenagers (yes I still do that..lol).
- Waiting to buy the chocolates after February 14th because they’ll be 50 to 70% off….yes, we do!
May everyone have a nice February 14th day no matter what you celebrate.
Life is good,
Eve
My first spanglish post, I hope I will do it justice. Aquí intento escribir mi primer articula en español o como decimos los Boricuas en Spanglish.
Parece mentira que el gobierno esta tratando de deportar a los inmigrantes porque según ellos estas personas no deben estar en nuestro país ilegalmente. Para mi que el gobierno tienen todo equivocado porque en este país tenemos curas corruptos que abusan de nuestros niños, maestras y maestros teniendo relaciones con nuestros estudiantes, los coaches de deportes abusando de nuestros niños y aun tenemos políticos corrupto que se le caen en culo mintiendo (perdone mis palabras) que no tuvieron relaciones con fulana o fulano pero cuando su pareja le presenta el divorcio ya están pidiéndole perdón al publico. Yo no se porque estos temas no tiene la importancia que el gobierno le da a deportar a los inmigrantes sabiendo que varios están trabajando para una miseria sin quejarse que no le pagan bien, trabajan muchas horas y son las personas mas honesta que el poco que se ganan se lo envían a sus familiares en sus países.
Si aceptamos ilegales de otros países que se describen ser terroristas y no le ponemos tanta importancia como la de los inmigrantes, para mí el gobierno necesita empezar a leer las leyes de nuevo. Las personas que quieren tener una mejor vida y trabajan y pagan impuestas deberían tener la oportunidad de vivir junto nosotros sin miedo de ser deportados. No soy abogada ni avócate de los ilegales solo quisiera que nos ayudemos uno al otro sin tener tanto miedo de que un extranjero nos vayan a quitar nuestros trabajos.
El mundo es suficiente grande para poder compartirlo con todos sean blancos, morenos, homosexual, hándicap, ilegales o legales. Un ser humano se merece ser tratado como nosotros queremos ser tratado y esto es algo que el gobierno necesita entender y analizar en vez de gastar tiempo y dinero en deportar familias que a veces son separadas de sus seres queridos.
Espero que el español de esta Boricua no ofenda a todos los Latinos que han leido mi artículo, porque a veces me siente como una pura idiota cuando escribo en español…
La vida es buena,
Eve
In today’s society we are always blaming everyone but ourselves when it comes to obesity in our children. For instance, McDonald’s is being blamed for obesity and obesity-related deaths which I find a bit curious since we are the ones walking through those glass doors following the smell of just made french fries and as we read the menu to decide what we want (and the menu really hasn’t changed in the past several years so we should know it by heart) we place our order and out of guilt choose a diet drink instead of the regular sugar-coated drink in hopes of consuming fewer calories. So now we’re addicted to their fries (I was guilty until they began over salting the fries and when I asked for unsalted fries they made me wait ten extra minutes because they needed to make a fresh batch) Why would they salt all the fries? What if I have high blood pressure or am allergic to salt? And why put an entire box of salt on their fries? Oh back to the topic, obesity. Enter a group of advocates who now wish to attack McDonald’s, I guess this group has failed to recognize that kids can’t walk into a McDonald’s by themselves, it takes a parent to buy and feed this so-called obesity causing food to their kids.
There’s another controversy on a commercial where the kid asks his mom “why am I fat?” and the mom is sitting across from the child and she is also fat (forgive me since the word fat is most likely not politically correct but that’s from the commercial). Perhaps the commercials go a little too far, but America needs to stop blaming others and take responsibility for not curbing their kids junk eating habits, not encouraging them to eat healthy, give them salad and fruits once in a while, or perhaps stop buying that extra gallon of ice cream because it was on sale. We need to lead by example and if we tell our child they are not fat, they are big-boned, then they are in denial. What exactly is being big-boned mean? That your bones are bigger therefore you are heavy? This is sad because these young kids are now candidates for high cholesterol, heart disease among other health risks which may lead to death.
I’m no fitness expert or any other health professional for that matter but I do know I want my kids to be healthy and even when they were younger I was a fast food offender, well I only did it every Fridays as a treat, didn’t we all? I believe we are guilty of fattening our kids up as a result of our upbringing, well at least in the Latin community upbringing. I recall my Mom always telling me I wasn’t feeding my oldest son enough. He was too thin she used to say. She even told me all she had to do was take him home with her for two weeks and she would fatten him up. Fatten him up, is this normal? Well, the hispanic culture believes a chubby baby is a healthy baby. Go figure! We’re feeding these kids ‘arroz con gandules’, ‘chuleta’, ‘platanos’, you name it we fed it to them, and the older generation did not believe in Gerber baby food or cereal in their milk. Nope, we mashed our own potatoes, made home-made soup etc and fed these soon to be ‘big-boned’ babies with our family recipes.
My theory is, instead of blaming the McDonald’s, Wendy’s etc for our children’s weight problems, let’s take responsibility and DO something about it so they CAN be our next ‘healthy’ generation and let’s encourage them to eat healthier and exercise. If we don’t do it, who will?
Life is good,
Eve
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It’s hard to believe how another year is passing us by. It was only yesteryear that we watched the ball drop down from Times Square and I was even more surprised that Dick Clark was still clinging to life long enough to make an appearance for yet another ball dropping.
Since I do not make any New Year’s resolutions (because I know I won’t keep them) I will wish everyone and their loved ones a Happy and Healthy New Year. May you begin 2012 on a good note but may you especially begin it in good health and surrounded by those who mean a lot to you….preferably your loved ones and not the ones who come over to drink your good booze and eat your food…LOL.
I also want to “Thank” all my blog followers, visitors and commentators for sharing your thoughts and comments and for taking the time to read my wacky writings.
Happy New Year to everyone and may we continue to dream big, for one day we will have what we dream for..if we are deserving of it.
Life if good,
Eve
I still don’t get it. Why is it America frowns upon those who are tagged as ‘illegal aliens”, “immigrants”, “non residents” etc.? Hmmm, I feel this is a case not worth arguing with anyone since the opinion of some are way too strong for my liking. Do I care that we have illegal aliens here taking what others feel are our jobs? No! Why? Because this world is big enough to share with EVERYONE! Yes, Americans feel those who enter this country illegally are taking our jobs. Really? What jobs? Washing dishes, mowing lawns, serving food at restaurants, washing cars, delivering food….are these the jobs Americans are referring to? Ahh, I don’t see any immigrants as Executive assistants, investment bankers, doctors, nurses, bus drivers, managers, lawyers, police officers or computer technicians, and most of these people have higher education from their countries which are not acknowledged here.
So why are we crying that ‘they’ are taking our jobs? I don’t get it and I won’t argue because they don’t bother me and I don’t bother them. If we have to fight for the jobs no one wants to do then so be it, but why make it seem like they are not welcomed here? Why criticize the government and request we deport immigrants when they are making an honest living and getting paid crapola for an honest job? Seems ironic that we have terrorist entering our country, getting free education, learning how to fly planes, work in our government offices, have access to government funds while we bust our ASSteroids to make an honest living and they turn around and hurt us by bombing our government buildings, blow up planes, train stations etc but we want to have the immigrants removed from our country and all they are doing is working and sending money to their families. What is wrong with us America?
Perhaps I have it all wrong but it’s not fair for us to focus on “deporting” undocumented immigrants and removing them from our country when all they are doing is trying to better themselves. Ok, at the risk of getting flack for this post I am willing to take it because I don’t understand the logic behind it when more than half of us are having our lawns mowed by ‘these people’, having our food cooked by ‘these people’, having our children taken care of by ‘these people’, having our cars washed, our homes painted, our food delivered by ‘these people’.
Why is America being so selfish when there are more important things we should focus on like:
- insurance for our elderly
- shelter for our homeless
- protecting our children from predactors, bullies etc.
- finding a cure for breast cancer (or any type of cancer)
- affordable housing for single parents trying to make a living
- protecting our children’s future
Am I totally clueless? Did I miss a memo somewhere during the snow? I don’t know. I just know that we need to learn to begin putting ourselves in someone else’s shoes and not be quick to judge for one day those we judge may be the ones we may need to help us out of a bind.
Life is good,
Eve
Animals need love too and after reading an email from a dear friend of mine I decided to share it with my readers and followers. It doesn’t matter if you’re a dog or cat lover, we all know someone in need of a pet and that is why I’m sharing the following email in hopes that someone will find a home for one of these dogs who I’m sure will make someone happy!
Here is a copy of my friend”s email and I hope those of you living in or near New Jersey will share it with your friends and family in hopes of finding homes for these dogs in need…thanks!
To all my friends whom are pet lovers,
My sister Jennifer has been fostering dogs for over 2 years and has personally rescued and placed over 20 dogs with lovely families. She actively volunteers at Love to Live Animal Rescue and speaks very highly of this organization and the work they do.
If anyone is ever in need of a dog or knows of someone in the area - never hesitate to contact Jen at [email protected] or if you would like to make a donation to this organization please visit www.lovetoliveanimalrescue.org. Every other week she and the twins can be found helping out at the local pet adoption in NJ. Please feel free to forward this email to anyone who may be interested.
We are all very proud of her hard work and selfless efforts.
Happy holidays to all!
A special “Thank You” to Jen for all the work she and her twin daughters are doing for these dogs who are in need of a loving home. I also want to thank my friend, Linda, for sharing this with her friends in hopes of helping her sister who doesn’t even know an email went out asking for help on her behalf!
Life is good….especially when we take the time to help others succeed.
Eve
I could say Happy Holidays or Happy New Year but it just doesn’t sound right to me when all I’m thinking of is saying the right things to those who are feeling down, depressed, or plain not in the holiday spirits. I have dubbed myself Mrs. Scrooge hating the holiday music, shopping, wrapping and unnecessary stress but the one thing I do a lot during the holidays is wonder, and worry, about those who have lost a loved one and those who are far away from their families which makes them dread the holidays.
If you can think of a friend or family member who is down and out because they’ve lost a loved one and the end of year is especially difficult for them, why not give them a call, take them to lunch or spend a day with them. Don’t try telling them things will get better with time or that time will heal wounds if you’ve never experienced what they are experiencing. Sometimes just being there and listening or reminiscing with them is all that is needed. I do get sad for those suffering and feeling a pain they can’t describe and I only wish they try to enjoy their lives during the holidays and enjoy the memories left to them by their loved ones.
To many people are celebrating the holidays while others are mourning a loss or longing to see family members who are far, far away.
May everyone needing a shoulder to cry on, find one, may anyone shedding a tear find the courage to call a friend and vent, may those overspending and planning for the holidays take the time to share a moment with the friend who lost a husband, child, mother, daughter, sister or son. May anyone feeling blessed for having so much take the time to give to those who have less. May those who constantly complain about what they don’t have, take the time to be happy with what they have. May those wanting or lacking things in their lives find themselves in good health for without it they can’t enjoy what they are longing for.
Enjoy life during the holidays because life goes on with or without a celebration.
Life is good,
Eve
Well since I’ve been on a blog hiatus for the past few weeks I decided to start with my usual anti-holiday rant. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against the holidays or Christmas or whatever politically correct term is being used today…I’m so used to saying “enjoy your holiday” I no longer know what holiday I’m telling people to enjoy. Do I say Happy Hanukkah, or Happy Kwanza, or dare I say Merry Christmas or even Feliz Navidad? What the hell, it’s too stressful trying to be politically correct and not offend anyone nowadays.
You know I have to get on my high horse on why I am so against Christmas. So let me start before I begin nodding off since it’s Friday and past 10:00pm which sadly is the time I begin yawning and looking for my blanky. Christmas is supposed to be some holiday about the birth of Christ or something like that so why does half the world begin to stress and panic because they must get presents for everyone and their mothers, they need to have dinner with a gazillion family members, they need to put those stupid lights and over decorate their homes (yeah Mr. Eve and I have been arguing because I refuse to raise my electric bill by putting stupid lights outside). What the hell does decorating the outside of your home with lights have to do with Christmas? And why do we need to put up stupid lighted reindeer and snowmen and compete with the guy next door who decorates the day before Thanksgiving?
I hate crowds, shopping for gifts which will not be appreciated and waiting on line for 45 minutes to pay for a pair of socks and underwear, which I need and are NOT a Christmas present? I’m still trying to figure out why some parents are shopping for toys and kids clothes and they have their kids with them? What am I missing there? Hmm, don’t get me started on the Christmas music…humbug! If I could ban the song “jingle bells” from being played I would. I also would ban those annoying Salvation Army Santa who need to stop ringing that stupid bell which annoys the heck out of me when I’m trying to figure out how to get the car keys out of my pocket, juggle my purse and four shopping bags while he looks at me begging for change. Mr. Santa, everyone uses debit cards today, we do not carry cash. Get a life.
So now I sound like a real Scrooge, I’m sure most of you feel the same way and I suggest you embrace your feelings since you are not alone. Yes, I will contribute to the thieving stores and buy presents which will not be used, wrap them in my seven-year-old wrapping paper and wish for December to quickly pass us by.
Happy Holidays!
Merry Christmas!
Happy Hannukah!
Feliz Navidad!
And all that jazz that comes with the December celebrations!
Life is good,
Eve
It seems my “Guest Writers” tab is in need of contents since no one has taken advantage of my offer to send in articles, essays etc. for posting.
I am once again offering everyone the opportunity to have your work posted on my Blog. What am I getting out of it? Nothing except hopefully having the pleasure of posting great articles from my fellow writers.
If you’re not sure what to submit, here are a few suggestions:
With Thanksgiving coming up why not write about the things you are thankful for or better yet, write about how you would make this Thanksgiving memorable. I’m making it memorable by NOT cooking, NOT getting the free stupid turkey from Shop Rite (maybe I’ll get a ham..LOL)
How about your poetry? I’m sure you would like to share some of the poems you carry around in the spiral notebook. Or perhaps comedy is what you do best..hey, I love a good comedy…either way if you want to share your writing send me an email at: [email protected] with Guest Writer in the subject line and I will gladly post it.
I also need to mention that ALL contents on my blog are automatically posted on my Facebook page which means you will be getting more readers and I will also post your name and blog link to direct traffic to your blog if you would like me to do so.
If you’re thinking about it, think no more….Write, Post, Send, email…..let’s share our creativity with the World!!
So ready, set, start sending in your work! And you don’t have to twist my arm…I will gladly write for you too!…..only if asked of course!
Life is good,
Eve
In honor of October being National Breast Cancer Awareness month I have revamped (in my technically challenged way) the look of my blog to show my support.
Although I personally do not favor the color pink, I do not mind because this cause is very important to me and everyone else who is working and fighting to find a cure.
My thanks to Carol Sutton (breast cancer survivor) for having a site where we can download free pink ribbons to our websites, blogs etc.
Let’s not wait until we are affected personally and work to help everyone find a cure.
thanks!
Eve
Today I confirmed yet again why I hate going into a Walgreen’s store. The first time I entered this establishment was right after one opened near my home and I was excited to see what they had to offer and sadly they got me with the candies! Yep, if I can buy a box of Raisinettes and Goobers for a dollar, I’m there! So now I did the typical Latina thing and purchased my movie candies at Walgreen’s because I refuse to pay four dollars for a box of Gummie Bears and another four for a box of Raisinettes at the already over priced movie theatre. Which brings me back to my point. I seldom venture off the candy area since I do my shopping for toiletries etc at either Rite Aid or CVS. That was until my son became ill and I rushed over to Walgreen’s since it was closer in search of lots of medicine. Well, here I am lost in the aisles since I rarely pass the candy and buy one get one free aisles and was traumatized by their prices.
Ah, why would I pay $10.49 for a bottle of Motrin when I could get it at Rite Aid or CVS three dollars cheaper? Hmm, my kid’s health is priceless so I put the overpriced Motrin in my basket and head over to cough drops. Yikes! they were priced at almost four dollars and I know where to get it for half price, but I put it in my basket. Now I go for the nighttime medicine and the price is similar to everything else so I drop it my basket. Now I need toothpaste and can’t find a tube for less than five dollars! This is when I drew the line. I put everything back, mumbled to myself about heading to Rite Aid, can’t find a spot for the overpriced alcohol rub so I put it next to the hair dye and head out the door. Ooops, yet again I went off track since I wanted to talk about my experience with them today so here goes…I will try to stay on track this time.
Mayonnaise and tuna that is what Mr. Eve asked me to get on my way home from an ice hockey game. With my toes frozen, my nose running and to add to it I’m having a bad hair day and wish not to be seen or recognized the last thing I need is to wait on a supermarket line for two freaking items. “Save yourself sometime Ev, and get it at Walgreen’s. They have the tuna for ninety-nine cents,” he tells me. Instead of telling him what he could do about the tuna and mayonnaise I agree (which surprised me because my toes where quite numb and the team lost the game!) Where the hell is the mayonnaise and tuna at a Walgreen’s? Do they even have that? Yes they do, so I’m staring at several cans of tuna and none of them say ninety-nine cents so I grab one and the hell with the sale price since I will not look for a circular nor try to cut out a coupon at this stage. Now there’s the mayonnaise, wow Hellman’s not bad and it’s on sale for $3.79. I could have sworn it was cheaper at the market but I’m a mustard gal and mayonnaise is rarely on my shopping list. Ahh, heading to pay and no one on line. Here’s where it gets to me.
“That will be $8.88 please,” says the cashier. I hand him my ten dollars and after I get my change I aske”$8.88? why $8.88?”, I’m thinking it would be around five or six bucks. “well that’s including tax ma’am”, he responds. I hate it when they call me ma’am! I’m not at the ma’am stage yet! “Ahh, $7.99 for mayonnaise! Are you kidding me? I’m not paying $7.99 for mayonnaise! Your sign has it listed for $3.79.” The clueless cashier has the audacity to ask, “Did you read the fine print? was it last week’s sale price?” “What!? I don’t have time to read no fine print and besides I don’t even have my glasses with me to read your tiny fine print. I would need a telescope to read your fine print and how would I know if it was last week’s sale price?” He rolled his eyes, pages some guy named Hector (great, now this guy will think it’s a Lati
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Did you remember that October is still National Breast Cancer Awareness Month? This is not all about wearing our pink ribbons for the month of October, this is about saving lives and encouraging women to get examined for breast cancer. This is also about raising money to help those who have been diagnosed with breast cancer and we all know someone who is faced with this dreaded disease.
October tends to be a month where we all rush around buying excessive candies to handout for Halloween, decorating our lawns and getting excited about the costumes, candies and pictures we want to save in our scrapbooks. Let us MAKE this October even more special by not only wearing our pink ribbons but by donating money to such a good cause. We need to encourage our sisters, mothers, friends, daughters and neighbors to get a mammogram, get examined and help fight and find a cure for Breast Cancer.
I do give, not much, but every little bit helps! I often buy the Breast Cancer stamps and any merchandise which helps give some of the proceeds to help find a cure.
For more information why not visit one of my favorite sites the Susan G. Komen at ww5.komen.org or visit the Revlon site since they are also strong supporters as well.
Men – you can help too since this disease affects men as well.
OCTOBER IS NATIONAL BREAST CANCER AWARENESS MONTH! Let’s all join in and help find a cure.
Thank you,
Eve
It’s always good to “thank” your blog visitors because without them our blogs wouldn’t be successful. I am extremely grateful when anyone visits my blog and this is my personal ‘thank you’ because some of you leave comments, return to read some more, share my posts with friends and even recommend your friends to visit my blog.
I personally respond to all comments posted by my readers and visitors and if you posted a comment and didn’t get a reply, then my apologies. There’s a SPAM program which is part of this blog and since I’m still ‘technically blog challenged’ I don’t know where to look or how to review these SPAM identified comments. Which means if you posted a comment and I didn’t reply, then it was SPAMMED….and I don’t mean SPAMMED as in the luncheon meat some of us Latinas remember having with eggs growing up (stop acting like you don’t know what I mean, LOL).
In closing, I will once again give all my readers, posters, referrers and commenters my personal:
THANK YOU!
for being a part of my work.
Eve
I just read a disturbing story of 14-year old Jamie Rodemeyer who recently took his own life. Wow, 14 years old and because of the cowardly acts of bullies on cyber space, home, school or otherwise, this young man who barely lived his life ended it on Monday. Why is society so hell-bent on encouraging others to take their lives because they’re either gay, ugly, nerdy, weird, different or whatever label society pins on them? Do these people have a conscience at all? Would they like to see their loved ones take their lives because they are different? Where are the parents of these bullies? Why do we read about the victims and seldom read or post the faces of the ones responsible for these senseless tragedies?
I often wonder if the parents of bullies are aware their kids are bullies, mean girls or instigators. My thoughts are as follows:
- Parents of bullies should be held responsible for their children’s acts. If their kids encourage others to hurt themselves or take their lives, the parents should be put in jail along with their kids.
- Bullies should be treated as adults and placed in the most dangerous prisons available. Want to be a bully, show how tough you are with hard-core criminals.
- Mean girls (and parents of mean girls, you know who you are) should be placed in the meanest women facility available. Try telling one of them you want the top bunk (it ain’t gonna happen).
- Bullies, mean girls etc. are those who lack self-esteem, have zero self-confidence and obviously do not know the meaning of ‘love’. Whatever happened to love they neighbor? Anyone?
My heart breaks for every parent who have lost a child or loved one due to the insensitive acts from those who think it’s funny to tell someone to go ahead and kill themselves because no one cares for them. Really? Do you really believe this? Do you even think about what you are saying to someone else and actually sleep at nights knowing how dangerous your words are? Would you want someone to tell YOU to kill yourself because you are different? How are we different?
Gays bleed, hurt, cry and love just like everyone else. Nerds and unattractive people also bleed, hurt, cry, love and have goals and ambitions just like everyone else. So why are they different? Why should they kill or hurt themselves? I would like to know how these bullies will feel when they reach their 60′s and 70′s, would they feel remorse at their actions?
I believe we need to take a look at our homes and discuss the dangers of bullying others and stop the senseless tragedies which is spiraling out of control no thanks to the bullies who share our breathing space. If I ever find out my kids are bullies, or have bullied or followed bullies..they will remember that day for the rest of their lives because as a mother I do not tolerate my own kids being bullied and I will be damned if I will allow them to bully someone else’s child. Yes, I will show my kids my definition of being bullied and I will talk in tongues while I’m at it (that would be in Spanish).
Parents – be aware of what is going on with your kids online, Facebook, school, friends etc. because sometimes we do fail to observe and protect them being we are wrapped up in our day-to-day routine.
Let’s try to stop others from bullying those who need professional help or are feeling like they don’t belong because everyone is just as important as the next guy and no one should feel they are not important enough to live.
The only way to get back at the bullies and haters is to prove to them what you are made of and LIVE another day because NO ONE PERSON can take away your ‘free will’ and NO ONE PERSON should take away your dreams. In closing, the best thing you can do is stay away from the negative ‘social’ media and instead spend your time with those who TRULY care and love you since they are the ones you leave behind hurting and missing you.
Since I’ve abandoned my blog for the past few days, today’s post is short and to the point:
They say nothing in life is free. I beg to differ. There are many things in life that are free and one of them happens to be “Free Will”.
We all have ‘free will’ to do as we wish without having to pay for it, ask if we may, or be told to do it.
So whenever you hear the statement ‘nothing in life is free’ remember there you have ‘free will’. You should give it a try and exercise this right once in a while and see how it feels.
Life is good,
Eve
LOL, ok ,ok so I have gone and tagged myself as a “Latina” woman with a chip on her shoulders. Or have I?
Whatever happened to the Real Housewives of Puerto Rico? Wait! Scratch that since Puerto Rico is NOT the only Island with Latina women who need representing. What about the Real Housewives of ‘Santo Domingo”? or “Columbia”? or “Ecuador”? or “Nicaragua” ? or “Cuba”? or perhaps, Brazil, Peru, Mexico, Argentina, Chile, Costa Rica, Panama, Phillipines, Spain, Portugal, and every other Latin country I failed to mention!”
If you really want to show a ‘Real Housewife’ Show, contact the Latin community and get the real deal on what goes on when the women run the show, the money, the man and the household. Ahh, hello! Is there a reason you forgot to include us in the mix? And PLEASE do not even think that counting Evelyn from the Basketball Wives show count as your attempts at including a “Latina in your show”….come on Bravo TV, that is the lamest excuse ever! Are you ever going to even USE the Latina woman in your Bravo TV ? You already have your Nene so where is your Maria or Carmen of the REAL housewives TV show? Do we care about the New Jersey family? Or do we want the REAL Boricua of the Bronx or Harlem or heck New York? Did you forget we are EVERY where? LOL.
Don’t be shy Bravo TV producers, use your skills to reach out and touch someone just like the good ole days.
Eve
At the risk of losing what little followers I think I have on my blog, I can’t believe I am writing about 9/11 when I convinced myself I would not.
Why do I avoid watching all the news specials, read the newspaper articles and skip over the teary commercials reminding us “never to forget”?
Because I was in New York when it happened, I worked there and I had the displeasure of waiting around for direction as to whether we could leave our building or not. Because while my coworkers and friends were frantically calling their loved ones and trying to reach those who worked in the Trade Center I too was trying to reach my brother, sister, Mom or anyone who could update me on my loved ones. Luckily Mr. Eve worked in Jersey at the time and I didn’t have to worry about how to get home to pick up my boys from school and daycare. Because I was scared and in shock about hearing how terrorists attacked us and killed so many people who were just going through their day like any other. Because when we finally were allowed to leave our building I was afraid riding the elevator from the fourteenth floor and didn’t know what to expect or how to get home. Because I still see it clearly in my mind how as I walked towards Madison and 46th Street I looked to my left and saw a sea of people walking covered in dust, dirt, blood and with blank looks on their faces, which I’m sure was shock and disbelief. These are the only few reasons I wish to share as to why I avoid reliving what I saw first hand. Never forget? Unless I get hit over the head thereby causing me temporary or permanent amnesia, I will NEVER forget. Do I need television, radio, newspapers or flyers to remind me? I think not!
The reminders will always be with me when I remember my coworker, friend and neighbor who lost a husband, brother or family member. I will remember when my brother recalls the horror while he was in the center of it all as he watched bodies falling out of windows. I will also remember when we thought he was lost to us and didn’t find out until the next day that he was ok. I will also remember when my colleague and friend had to have a memorial for her husband and then suffer a second time when his remains were recovered. Never forget? I think NOT.
Admitting my guilt and trying to deal with this tragedy my own way works for me since watching it over and over again will only open the wounds caused on that day ten years ago by those who have no regard for human life. So if I offend or hurt or annoy those who are suffering more than I, the only thing I can say is, “I’m sorry that I don’t feel watching all the media focus on this tragedy will help me since we all deal with loss, pain and memories in different ways. But I do wish to tell you that I know you will never forget because every day we hear and see how those who hurt us ten years ago, wish to continue doing so. Forgetting is not an option, dealing with the pain and memories and how we do it is what will make us stronger in remembering those we lost.”
Ten years is a long time and yet it still seems to me like it was a few years ago. Never forget…this is not an option.
Life continues to be good even among tragedies…My thoughts and prayers have always been with the family members of those we lost.
Eve
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Today I said goodbye to my colleagues and friends after five years of working with them. Five years, that’s not long you may say or think but for me these five years seemed like ten or fifteen years of working with these people. I am not saying this sarcastically, it really seemed like I was there far longer than the five years and five months I actually worked there.
You see this was my second job in my lifetime and I am forty-something and that is damn good in this day and age since I don’t come across people who lasted in their jobs longer than that. If I am wrong, my apologies to those who have hung in there long enough. See I was at my first job for twenty-plus years and the reason I am no longer there is because I was the victim of down-sizing back in the days. My current job was my second job and I really didn’t see it as a career. I considered it more as a job which I disliked referring to it as such because I really missed being the ‘career suit-wearing-woman’ from my corporate bank days. Either way, I did try to make it into a semi-career, wearing my best clothes while I was asked plenty of times why I was dressed up when people dressed down. I even dressed up on Fridays! You can take the woman out of the Corporate world but CAN’T take the “corporate’ out of this WOMAN..lol.
So what is my point here? Today was my last day at my second job since I was offered a position about ten minutes from my home from a professional when I was NOT looking for a job. Why did this happen? I don’t know. Why did I accept the position? aahhh…ten minutes from my home, ahh, nice people, ahh, learning a new industry! Need I say more? Like I said before, I am forty-something and if I am offered the opportunity to learn a new industry without the proper training or education and it happens to be ten minutes from my home….I think it’s a no-brainer…even though I did have to consult with several family members and friends before saying yes.
I guess when you accept where you are and allow yourself to be who you are and challenge your current position, things do fall into place. If I were looking for a job I am sure I would NEVER find one ten minutes from my home. What are the odds?
Let’s go back to my last day. I really didn’t expect to have all the emotions of letting go and saying goodbye to some of the most genuine individuals I had the pleasure of coming across and working with. I hate to admit that thanks to Hurricane Irene, my last day was on a Friday when half the staff was working from home. This helped in making my goodbye seem less stressful and I was able to avoid the ‘customary’ cake and conference room gathering which I personally dislike since half the time the staff is forced to stop working and gather to say their goodbyes when I’m sure they prefer to be on the phones selling, helping customers or just plain going through their daily routine.
I will say, I honestly know which individuals really mean they will miss me, and honestly regret depriving them from giving me a ‘real goodbye’, but for me, goodbye seems like an end to a life or a friendship, and I rather walk away and say “have a nice weekend” knowing in my heart that those TRUE friends will continue to mean something to me , because I will continue to communicate with them for I will be their friend to the end (just like that Chucky doll from the movie Child’s Play..Friends to the end!) Kelina you can relate to this one!
So when you change your job, or are fired, or downsized or have to quit just because….never feel bad even though we do cry and feel sad because our routine will change. Don’t let your emotions get the best of you, think of all the memories you have, which you will take with you of all those characters you worked with. No matter what the reason you are changing jobs is, remember that life goes on, people will remember
Why round 2? Well because I’ve already written my first installment of Latina Mess and I figured why not keep adding to this topic while I’m on a roll!
Today I will write about growing up as the ‘ugly duckling’ of the family because it still bothers me that I was made fun of while growing up by my brothers. Damn them! Damn them all to hell! Just kidding, this line reminds me of Charleston Heston’s beach scene on Planet of the Apes…I think it was Beneath The Planet of Apes after he finds the Statue of Liberty all busted up by the water’s edge. I guess the line really was, Damn you! Damn you yada, yada, yada. Where was I?! Oh yeah, so here I am in my teenage years (that would be 14 or 15, or maybe 17..hell at this stage I probably was 20 and I’m thinking I was younger. Back to the story…. I actually didn’t like being around my sister back in the days because sadly I was always in her shadow being she was the pretty one, with the blonde hair ( I still don’t know where that light hair came from) and the green eyes and the light skin and the beautiful white straight teeth…uggh! then the camera pans over to me…so my hair was dark, curly (yes dry too!) I was not light-skinned more olive or beige-wanting to be brown-skinned, I was skinny as hell, no I did not have straight teeth (more like vampire gone wild teeth) and I had to have brown eyes…more like “dark brown looking like black eyes”..why? Was I adopted? I wondered.
Hmmm, don’t bother trying to make sense out of this blog, hence the title “Latina Mess” for it seems the mess in my growing up years have rolled over onto my blog. To make matters worse my mom takes in our childhood friend when her mom disowned her at 14….who does that!?? Hint: She was hispanic. So now I inherit another pretty sister (biotch!) So now I’m sharing my life and home with my sibling looking like Farrah Fawcett back in the 70′s because that’s who she looked like, then enters the half-sister or sister as she introduced herself as and now picture Lynda Carter a/k/a Wonder Woman (yes another 70′s or 80′s celebrity) and then there was me….Olive Oyle!!! Laugh all you want but really I did not resemble any beauty out there with those two in the front lines.
To make matters worse, those two upgraded to , my biological sister looking like Vanessa Williams (yes the naked Miss America) and the fake sister looking like Zena the Warrior Princess!!! Can they get any prettier!?? So who do I upgrade to? Can you say “Shelley Duvall”? that would be the actress from The Shining with Jack Nicholson and wait…she played Olive Oyl opposite Robin Williams! Yep, I was not the beauty I wanted to be growing up, not a chance.
I guess I am coming across as bitter about being around two beautiful siblings while growing up, and yes…I WAS! After awhile you get tired of being the one carrying the paddle balls and rackets and waiting by the park fence while the two Miss Americas socialize and get everyone’s number. I’m too old to complain or worry about what happened in the past but I am happy at the best compliment my biological sister gave me. She once told me how she remembered me being the awkward, bony ugly duckling but as I got older I turned into a beautiful Swan…..now that compliment surely made me forget all my childhood drama. I won’t tell her I look like the ‘Crypt Keeper’ when I wake up because after I comb my face and have my caffeine I do look like I belong on the cover of Popular Mechanics…LOL…I mean People Magazine!
This Latina sure is a mess!
** To read the first Latina Mess post, go to my ‘Humor” tab to catch up. I will be posting more for your reading pleasure. **
Eve
A very good friend of mine lost her Mother just yesterday and although I briefly spoke to her and offered my condolences I feel that wasn’t enough. You see this friend I have admired for so many years because she has literally put her life on hold to care for her mother. This woman is strong and truly a loving daughter who has put her personal and work life second to care for her mom. My friend’s Mom had an aneurism some years ago and she became daughter, nurse, physical therapist, mental and spiritual supporter to her mom. I only wish if I am ever faced with a situation like this one, that I would have the strength and hopefully be half the woman my friend has been.
She works, has gone to school, has health issues and yet these things are second or third when it comes to caring for her mom. Wow, to dedicate your time and energy and give of yourself not because you HAVE to but because you WANT to, is so rare nowadays. I often spoke highly about this friend because I admire all that she has done. Never did she complain, never did she say I’m tired, never did she say, ‘someone else take over’…well at least I never heard her say these things. How can I find the right words to express the admiration I have for her and the right words to comfort her while she tries to deal with her loss? I don’t think I will find those words because that’s all they will be…words.
I believe this blog is my own personal way of expressing my admiration, my sympathies and to share how much I hurt for my friend during this difficult time. I’m great at writing how I feel, but I’m not good at saying them during sad times. I will tell my friend one day how much I have admired and prayed for her to continue to have the strength and health to be there for her mom but for now, I will write it on my blog because it’s the only way I know how.
Everyone knows someone like my friend. We all have that special someone we admire and wonder, ‘how do they do it?” While you’re wondering, tell them what a great thing they are doing and that you notice and care.
In closing I will say to my friend, Miss Bunny, as I often refer to her…..” I love you friend! You will always have a special place in my heart and I love the way we start our phone conversations as if we spoke the day before, even if weeks have gone by. Never forget you made the ultimate sacrifice of giving of yourself freely without expecting anything in return. Your Mom, I am sure, was very proud of you! May she rest in peace.”
Love you Bon!!
Ev
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Eve, like you, I don’t make any resolutions. Again like you, I don’t because I know I won’t keep them. Instead, I’m trying to achieve small victories day by day. I power walked today instead of strolled, yay! I ate my broccoli and resisted the temptation to buy chips? Good for me! That’s the kind of thing I’m doing to stay motivated. We’ll see how far that gets me. Hee hee! Dick Clark is still alive? Are you kidding me? The man must be older than Moses. New Year’s Eve in New York–now that’s what I dream of doing someday! Wishing you all the best in 2012, lady!
LOL, yes Clark is still around….thanks for the well wishes for 2012. The same to you and your family. Always a pleasure hearing from you!