read between the lines

If you were a cover to a book, which one would you be? Life is full of illustraters, trying to create a glamazon paperback cover. But why try so hard? My favorite people in life are the ones who don't just paint a picture, but who write the book. I admire people who are present, alive, and real. It gives me inspiration to run across a soul who posesses the essence of being truly present. You'll know when you meet them, it kindly smacks you right across the face to slow down and take it all in. It gives me motivation to have 'alive' people amongst me. Alive for a purpose, to get shit done, and shine like the sun. These kind of people are the ones that stick, hard to forget, positively lingering in your head. It gives me hope to have people in my life who are real. Real at being themselves and giving you the ultimate gift of friendship. Real, because they're just a person too. With eyes closed and voice still, just a beating heart, blood, and muscles, encased in a cage of ribs. So what does this have to do with how flashy and loud you are? Exactly.

koochie koo goo goo blah blah

What's up with baby talk? Come on, no matter how little your child or how small your dog, it's like hot sugar in my ears. I raise my boy to become a man. Not a wimp. When in the presence of parents who raise the tone of thier voice that could inundate a dog whistle and who add "ies" at the end of each word, I think to myself "would you want a snackie before or after you had poopies?". I guess from the beginning, I've always looked at my son like a tape recorder for my deep and poetic thoughts, as if he was going to write my book someday. And maybe he will. It's simply contemptible to limit your childs intellectual capabilities from the very beginning, so he or she looks at your head like a helium balloon with desires of finding a needle and popping it. So for goodness sake, give your child the gift of becoming that 'egg head'. And if he wants to crack it later in life, the yolk will be his own mess to clean.

thought of the day

if you've got pebbles in your mouth, spit them out.

crushin'

The sole purpose of writing this down is so I never EVER forget this. So, I'm sitting here cuddling with my son, telling him how much I love him. His reply, "Mom, I think that's why I love Annie (his new cute lady friend), because when I was coloring with her at school, she made me feel like I was coloring with you." Tears. Tears. Tears. Wow. That one hurt so good. My response, "they better all make you feel that way, or else..."

Love is a freedom we all know

I was booking up a trail by my house, trying to get in both excercise, peace and tranquility. I found this little path off the beaten trail and followed it to sit on top of this huge rock facing a valley with running water. Often, when I find myself alone in nature, I either contemplate almost everything but the kitchen sink, or nothing at all. I can become so deep in thought that I forget how I got here, or so spaced that I can hear the ants making tunnels in the dirt. Today, my head was filled with books of random thoughts, and I looked up into the sky to try to find some peace and quiet. And, I kid you not, I saw a whisp of clouds that at first read "LOVE". I looked back up again to convince myself this was just an illusion, and the whisp quickly read "LIVE", and then faded away into royal blue sky. All of the sudden, everything in my head became extremely quiet and I saw the purpose for everything in my life, or at least for the day. Love makes you live. So touche, but honestly true. As example, I was talking to a 'client' not to long ago, and apparantley I kept saying things such as "I love the way that looks", or "I love making that", and I quickly fell embarrassed when she replied back, "You just love everything, don't you Erin", then I wiped that shame away and said, "yeah, I do."

beans and cheese anytime of the day

So, let's talk soul food. In great hopes that everyone has some 'soul' to go home too, it's the best thing since sliced bread, I mean warm torts. I love love love the fact that when I go home to 'Pops' house, I get my dose everytime. My dad always shoving a bowl of green chile in my face with a bag of broken up corn chips, asking me my opinion on his new recipe. The funny thing is, it always tastes the same to me. The chiles are so hot that most of the time I can't tell the difference. And salsa, it's like a foodgroup. Without a doubt, always tubbed up in the fridge, paired delisciously with any meal. Seriously.
And, as it happens to be, I was in luck when I married my husband, a tall dark and handsome Phillipino, with a last name that granted me permission to still belong among my peeps. And the food that came with the package...off the hook. Not to mention when 'mom' is cooking, that woman is the real deal. No messing around, and all secrets about her recipes. When I once thought beans and cheese, torts and chips, were the essential in every kitchen, I now add to my list rice and meat, garlic and soy.

weekly horoscope

This week will bring much rice and meat. It's time to get out the air matress and slumber party like it's 1999.