Memory of that first house

Memory of that first house

I lived in a place prior to the first house. I was told this by my parents but that apartment rests in a part of my memory I don’t have access. The home I do remember was owned by my maternal grandparents. It was a greenish color with 4 levels. You had to walk up a ton of stairs to get to the house. I on the other hand preferred to take the dirt path that was between the railings of my grandparents’ house and the neighbors to the left.  I imagine that is because I always wanted to do things differently but that is for my parents to confirm. Regardless I thought it was more fun than taking the steps. To the right of the stairs was a three level bush/tree garden. Least that is what I call it. I used to like to play there. Continue reading

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I ate food today
So world hunger doesn’t exist

I feel cold
So global warming is not real

I have health insurance
So others also have easy access to their medications and treatments

I am not sick
So everyone must be well

I have a job
So poverty is fake news that was perpetrated to give my money to lazy people

I live in a home
So homelessness is made-up

I don’t feel oppressed
So no other woman is oppressed

I am in a loving and healthy relationship
So domestic violence is a lie

I was never raped
So it is just something others lie about for attention or money

When something doesn’t effect me
It must not be real

When I don’t agree with something
It must not be real

If I don’t want to look it up
It must not be real

What is wrong with this picture?

Why can’t people think outside of themselves?

Do good and good comes back

Do good and good comes back

I am a firm believe if you do good then good will find its way back to you. This is how I try to live my life. There is enough hatred and anger in the world that I try to spread the love to the best of my abilities. Am I perfect at this? No. For instance, there are plenty of times where I won’t give people money on the street. Sometimes it is because I really don’t have any or I am simply scared (depending on time of day… I’m more afraid of others in the night time hours… and I don’t care what color your skin is I am just a natural born jitterbug when the sun goes down). I believe people term this cause and effect relationship as Karma. Continue reading

Days gone by…

It’s 8AM and the alarm is blaring
but hear it I do not
My eyes blink open and are staring
it is now 10 o’clock
Hardly time to brush the dust
from my sleepy eyes
In an hour leave I must
Let’s go, get up, arise!
Squeeze my pants over the buns
no time for a pose
Can’t wear sneakers so grab the ones
that hurt my pinky toes!
Wash face, brush teeth, ponytail
pet cat, and kiss my beau.
Grab my lunch and hit the trail
no time for moving slow
Drive in traffic, honk at cars
scream that’s not a LANE!
Frustrations got me seeing stars
driving is a pain
Get to work and circle block
until a space I find
Must punch in by 1 o’clock
some cuss words cross my mind
They want books, staplers, computers
and rooms to study in
I also point them to the tutors
and do it all with a grin
The printers either have a jam
or paper they are out
They open and close them with a BAM!
I stare over with a pout
Counting five, six, seven, eight
hours do go by
Make sure all the books are straight
Maybe tomorrow I’ll have Thai
Punch out the day is finally done
Quick run to the car!
Pass the others one-by-one
I can’t wait to take off this bra!
Park and open up the door
Shoes come off fast
Fall into the arms of my amour
Good to be home at last!
Three weeks flew by I forgot to blog
Give up I thought I must
Forget it! No! Push away the smog
In my readers I must trust

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Has anyone reading this ever seen the show the Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt? It is a Netflix web sitcom… (so yea this is now a thing… new shows are not only found through the television airways… check your subscription sites!)…. that  follows the life of Kimmy Schmidt. Kimmy, an Indiana girl, was abducted into a doomsday cult. She lived underground with three other women for 15 years. After their rescue, Kimmy decides to move to New York City for a fresh start. She did not want to be seen as a victim or a “mole woman” as they were branded. She felt by going back home this is how people would look at her. Continue reading

What emotion is in the driver seat?

What emotion is in the driver seat?

Well yea that featured image blew the suspense but who are we kidding? Hello my name is Stephanie and I have lived life thus far driven by6206c0894633a7ace84739e9f5ebdfa4Ahhhhh! I have been a walking chicken shit. A scaredy cat.  A yellow-bellied fool that coward more times than she can count. Granted some of it was legit fear, but in all honesty a lot of it is a bunch of malarkey. Continue reading