Oops…too far North!!!

Yikes! I overshot my goal!!!!


Linking Arms…



      Sometimes, when in deep prayer, I have what I call dream visions.  They are not dreams of realistic imagines but rather more like animated folk paintings. Much in the style of the one I have here – very beautiful but obviously not something from this reality.

A few weeks ago, I was in deep despair and sadness. There is a lot of back story to that despair, and if not for family and two very dear friends (Shirley and Ben-Ben) I don’t know what would have happened to me overall. But it was through the love of people that I was able to pick myself up eventually and move on with my life.

Right now, it seems everyone I know is having such struggles!  Health, family, financial, employment, social…you name it, and it seems as if forces beyond our control are doing everything they can to beat and bend us under these external pressures.

So, I was in prayer and meditating, especially upon Shirley and Ben-Ben. Asking God to please step in and give blessings. To please work His miracles and extend them upon us because, I’m sorry, sometimes the pressures of life ARE too much to handle!!!

And so, in the midst of this prayer, I suddenly was up so very high in the sky and looking down on this large valley. In this valley were so many people who were all trying to reach a destination but there was such an awful wind! A wind which was pushing them down, buffeting them from all directions, keeping them from their destiny.  I watched these little figures attempt to stand, only to be then violently pushed to their knees over and over and over again. So much hopelessness and despair!

I implored God to help them! Where was He? And all of sudden one of the little figures reached out and strongly and forcefully linked his arm with the next person…who then reached out and linked their arm with the next person and so on and so on…until there was this little concentric circle of people, standing tall and strong against the wind. The wind was still just as violent, but because this linking of people was so tight, so firm, so deliberate that all the wind could do was blow around them. All of them were safe. All of them were taken care of and I realized what He was telling me…

If we all link arms and securely lash ourselves together…if we all provide that support and care and love, then nothing bad in life, nothing external in this world, can ever push us down or keep us away from who we are, what we want, what we need, what our heart desires. Nothing.  

God was telling me that WE are here to do His work and WE can provide for each other and none of us need be alone, we just need to reach out and link ourselves together and more importantly allow others to link their lives with ours. Prayers are then answered. Miracles are then received. 

I invite you all to reach out and link your arms and form your circle of strength…God is with us and in each of us and we, by doing this, will be the Eucharist to each other…

Kale Chips and the horror of organic…


Those who know me, know one thing about me…I am obsessed with kale chips. Homemade. In all of their crispy, crunchy, delightful deliciousness.

Buster asked me to make him some as he is worried about his health. In a future post I will give you some Buster info, but know for now that he has overcome quite a bit of health issues – including a brain tumor!

So, when Buster (aka: Doodool Tala) asked me to make him some I was more than pleased! We are currently roomies until my migration North so I sent him to the store for the basics.

And this is where my horror of organic produce emerges. I normally buy prewashed veggies for the convenience and I don’t really note if I’m buying organic or not. Well, Buster did buy organic kale and imagine my HORROR and DISGUST and EXCLAMATION OF “YEEWWW” when my crispy kale chip was encrusted with DIRT!!! And not just a little but TONS AND GOBS of the stuff!!!!!!

As I sit here picking mud from my teeth (and looking at the first batch which is in the trash) I wonder…why don’t they warn you on the package that “this product is full of the dirt and sludge from whence it was harvested”???  

This is making me rethink my Food Network obsession with “farm to table”….

I did it! I Cortez-ed myself!!!!


Today I did it! I gave four week notice at the Hell Mouth.  Told them June 7th will be my last day. I felt shaky and nervous and rather vomitous as well.  I first told my “big boss” what I was doing, and in his usual fashion he was supportive and encouraging. I wish everyone could have a boss like him because Esteban has no ego and no wish to advance on the backs of others.  After I met with him, I left feeling empowered, valuable, and a contributor to the organization.

Then I met with Dilbert,my immediate supervisor who is best described as a let-me-advance-while-stepping-on-your-back-and-pushing-your-face-into-the-mud-and-taking-credit-for-your-ideas. He could not contain his glee to be rid of me. I left that meeting feeling worthless and frustrated and totally validated in my decision to shake the dust of the Hell Mouth from my feet.

Now, let me say the Hell Mouth, like in Sunnydale, is confined to a specific area. Namely, my department. I love the rest of the facility. I will truly miss some very good people I’ve met.

So, click, listen and imagine my awesome air guitar to my theme song:


My hero!!! Buffy the Vampire Slayer


Why I hate Susan Malone…


Spammers are getting so clever.  I receive LARGE AMOUNTS of spam from a “Susan Malone” with email titles such as “I’m so sorry” or “fix your credit!” or “enhance your penis!” or “call me when you get this!”  So many emails that when my spam filter messes up and one of her emails makes into my inbox I will actually click on the stupid email and open it as the name has gotten so familiar to me!!!!  

When the internet was brand new and shiny clean, and I was on AOL making internet “friends” with strangers,  my husband would say he would bet his last dollar that the internet was really some fat, old, white guy wearing a wife-beater and smokin’ a stogie and just sending out conversational loops all day…me thinks he may be correct…

Read this and beware of fat, white, stogie smokin’ guy, he will mess up your computer for sure!!!

I’m moving on up!


Moving up North that is!

Pookie and I have decided to make the frozen North our home again. Pookie and Vita made the trip up in a moving van. I drove our car. A car filled with four dogs and one cat! And they were surprisingly good travelers and didn’t give me up with bad doggie behavior as I snuck them into my hotel room. Yes. I know. Sneaking is bad. But, they are very well housetrained and I didn’t have the $20 extra per pet to pay at the time. That’s my reasoning. That’s my excuse. I’m standing by it.

I was back in my Northern homeland for 6 precious days….days of mild weather, good ethnic restaurants and most importantly….MY FRIENDS!!! I was able to see, laugh, and chat with people that are still dear to my heart, even after being apart for almost 7 years. As my bestie Shirley told me “it’s like you never left!”

I’ve now returned to the RGV to give my 30 day notice and then drive up in the middle of June. I’m rooming with Buster, my only brother. Buster who as the only male in a Hispanic household is the reigning King. Buster will deserve his own blog post at some time. He is the delight of my heart. A pain in the ass as well. But, a delight of my heart nonetheless.

Returning without my Pookie and Vita has been hard. I never really put down roots here and it’s like everyone but me is at a fabulous party. I’m quite pouty and whiney about it all. Buster says I’m getting on his nerves with my sour face. Buster is gonna have to deal with it for the next four weeks. 😉