tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35029323365837627292023-11-16T04:27:57.984-08:00Fräulein- SeñoritaSenoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.comBlogger1595125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-83752147883839598222020-06-09T19:04:00.001-07:002020-06-09T19:06:10.323-07:00Tuesday Ramblings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Man, I just had a blog post typed, and somehow accidentally deleted it. How lovely...........<br />
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The state of this country makes me really sad. Watching the police kill George Floyd in broad daylight shocked my conscience. While people were telling the officer to get his knee off George's neck, the other officer just stood there and taunted the crowd. Basically, they just felt that they could do whatever they wanted to do, and no one would do anything.<br />
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Situations like this are nothing new, it's just that more people are filming them, they are getting more exposure, so we can finally hold the responsible parties accountable.<br />
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The young lady who filmed this is 17-18 years old, and if she had not recorded this, those officers would still be employed with the police department, and no one would have believed her. There would have been a lot of he-said/she-said, and no concrete proof strong enough to gather people from all over the world to protest.<br />
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It sure seems like there is a huge spike in unjust incidences, but I don't see it that way. I just think it's getting recorded more, and more people are less afraid to come forward.<br />
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And another thing.................Though this unfortunate event has brought people together to march and enact change in their communities, it has also caused a huge divide. People fighting over politics and getting so nasty with each other on social media. You can not have a conversation without people insulting and accusing each other.<br />
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I used to be willing to discuss politics, but after this, I refuse. I will just stick to posting my normal bullshit on Facebook, and take my beliefs to the polls.<br />
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And you should too........meaning get out there and vote in your next election!</div>
Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-63219627736200187762020-05-30T10:52:00.001-07:002020-05-30T10:52:53.332-07:002020- What a time to be alive, huh?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello My Little Ducklings,<br />
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What a year, huh? When the new year first hit, I had grand plans of traveling overseas this year, since I haven't been overseas since 2013. I wanted to visit family in Austria and visit other countries I've never been to before such as Poland, or possibly the Balkans. Hahahahahahaha!! Definitely not happening now, for obvious reasons aka CORONA VIRUS. But also, let's just say if I were crazy enough to venture out during such a time, my passport is expiring soon, and the Dept. of State is not issuing any new passports unless it's an emergency. Also, I would hate to be stranded abroad due to virus issues and border closings. I think I will just stay put here at home for a while longer.<br />
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Also, in late January, early February I got a nasty flu. I will never know if it was the Corona virus, and probably not, but I was really sick for a good week or two. My legs were aching, I was lightheaded, I lost my sense of taste, and I had a nasty fever, I was m i s e r a b l e. I cried a lot, and sweated so much I soaked the bed at night.<br />
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What else, I also lost a long-time friend I had made in Florida. We were friends for about six years. It basically ended over a meme over a communism pun I posted on Facebook. She decided to retaliate and basically left choice words on a holocaust remembrance post of mine and then deleted all of my comments I left on her other posts and blocked most of what I could see on her wall. I couldn't believe it, as my Polish coworkers grew up in the Communist era and thought the meme was funny. No talking to me and explaining her feelings, no texting me in private. I actually tried reaching out to her to talk to her, but she was non-responsive, and would not take my apology.<br />
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And she had actually done this to me four years ago, and the only reason we made up was because I reached out to a mutual friend after she blocked me, and he coaxed her into messaging me. So we cleared the air and became friends again.<br />
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That friend, Jimmy passed away in December 2018. So not only do we no longer have any mutual friends (she burned through them all including Jimmy before he passed) but I got sick of her shit as well. I finally ended up blocking her, deleting her number, and getting rid of anything she ever gave me.<br />
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My only regret is that I didn't do it sooner. I never realized how much she was slowly draining my energy the longer our friendship went on. I don't miss walking on eggshells around her, I don't miss her going on political tirades and tagging me on Facebook, and I definitely don't miss her falling out with mutual friends and then pressuring me to avoid them as well. I was starting to resent her, and didn't want to just cut her off. So when this all happened, I was stunned at first, but then realized I got what I had been hoping for after all.<br />
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Well kittens, that is all for now. I hope to return and update you all (aka one or two readers lol).<br />
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Love,<br />
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Me....<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-54027016031366148532019-12-08T10:40:00.001-08:002019-12-08T10:40:51.924-08:002019 Coming to a close<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello My Little Marshmallows,<br />
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2019 is about to end, and it's been about a year since I last posted. I can safely say that I don't think that anyone reads my posts anymore, and I understand. Jimmy who I think was my last remaining faithful reader passed away exactly a year ago, and I am here to honor him and let him know I am remembering him today.<br />
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I am also listening to Linkin Park with Chester Bennington screaming out his lyrics. Sadly, he is gone too. But I am grateful for his music. It provided some comfort to me when I started dealing with my anxiety and depression symptoms in college.<br />
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That is all for now folks, I don't really have much more to say right now.<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-65479837441239099422018-12-15T21:40:00.001-08:002018-12-15T21:46:45.874-08:00Goodbye My Friend, Jimmy Sullivan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello My Little Buttercups...............<br />
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This post is really hard for me to write, but I have to do it to honor my friend and deal with my emotions. I have had some sangria, and I am listening to some alternative music by candlelight.<br />
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For Starters, here is his blog:<br />
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http://jimsulliv3.blogspot.com/<br />
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Jimmy died last Saturday, and I didn't know until Monday morning when Luly said she saw something on Facebook but wasn't sure. Something in my gut told me it was true. I immediately called his phone, and fully expected it to go to voicemail. I was about to resign myself to the fact that I would have to speak to a machine/recording, but his sister answered the phone. I was just so relieved that when I called his number, it was answered one last time, even if it wasn't him. His sister saw that my name was saved in his phone, and took my call. She said she was finding out that he had a lot of friends. She was trying to keep it together, but I could tell she was about to cry at any moment, and I felt so bad for her, and didn't want to take up any of her time or energy, but I was so relieved to get her, and so grateful she took my call.<br />
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I first started blogging in 2003 met Jimmy online around 2007/2008 when it was AOL Journals. Then around 2008, AOL decided to stop hosting blogs, and said we could transfer everything to Blogger, which we both did. We kept reading each others' blogs and commenting, but never thought much of it, I never thought I would end up moving to Florida.<br />
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But in a twist of fate, I did move to Florida, and I met Jimmy and another blogger, Ileana in 2014 at his favorite watering hole, Area 51. He would always talk about about "Area 51", his favorite bar in Miami Springs.<br />
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Life is funny. I was so unhappy in California, and wanted so desperately to move to Florida. I was reading Ileana's blog and I was so envious of her life in tropical Florida as an artist. I never thought I would also meet Jimmy, but through her I also met Jimmy, and was finally able to put the pieces together and see for myself "Area 51" and hear his witty jokes in person.<br />
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Though Jimmy was almost forty years older than I, he had a witty and twisted sense of humor that I loved. I stole a lot of his jokes and punchlines over the past ten years. We both also had a love for cats. He would always talk about his cats, Samantha and Scooter.<br />
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Jimmy's death has hit me much harder than I expected. I have been on Prozac for the past four years to manage my depression, and this drug has been a life saver. My depression has been kept at bay, and has allowed me the ability to do thinks like stare at a wall and simply enjoy the silence. But when Jimmy died, it's as if my depression has come out to play with me. It's like an old, familiar bad influence has come out of hibernation to tell me that he has been thinking of me, that he always knew I would be there for him. No matter how much I try to hide it, we are tied together. He wants me to join him. He wants me to relive the old days with him, when I would isolate myself and cry, or isolate myself and watch tv from dawn to dusk, or just lie in bed or on the bathroom floor because the weight on my chest was too heavy. No matter where I go, there it is, even if it's dormant. It's always there, just waiting to be awakened.<br />
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Though Jimmy was in his seventies and had some health issues, somehow I thought he would be around for much longer. I guess I thought his witty personality and jokes alone would carry him at least into his eighties. I thought he had a lot more time. Also probably because I am in my late thirties and haven't experienced a lot of loss, compared to most people, which has been a huge blessing, but at some point it comes to and end. I guess I took him in general for granted, even though I didn't mean to. I just always thought I could call him and he would answer the phone. Jimmy's death woke me up and gave me a good shaking because I am not getting any younger, this is life, and death will visit and pluck my loved ones from me one by one, and if it doesn't, it's because it's my turn. It's just going to happen, there is nothing I can do, and one day, this will be me. No amount of wishing otherwise can change that.<br />
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This has made me question my own mortality. Where is Jimmy now? Is he watching what is going on and is confused by what is going on? Does he know I care and that I am really sad? I know he wouldn't want me to be sad, but I can't help it. It doesn't go away.<br />
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When it's my turn, will I just be dormant and asleep and I'll never know I existed, or will I be witnessing everything happening without any ability to comfort anyone? Will anyone care that I am gone? Have I made any impact at all?<br />
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Life goes on. I have depression and sometimes I struggle, but in the end I am grateful to be alive and for life in general. I get to experience the world as life goes on here, and I have friends here. I still have a lot of loved ones that are living, and I want to be here with them. I have the curiosity to live as long as I can to see where my life goes, until it's over. When that time comes, I really hope I will be reunited with those that have left. But honestly, I don't know what will happen, and for that I am sad. I don't know if I will ever see those that have departed. I am relatively detached from the spiritual world, even though I have some belief in it.<br />
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I am going to bed now, I may or may not come back to made edits to this. I just had to get this out. If Jimmy were still here, he would be reading it. He always read what I wrote, and listened to what I had to say.<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-74476417389363558892018-02-24T11:10:00.002-08:002018-02-24T11:16:32.485-08:00Still here...................<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What's up my little buttercups?<br />
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I am still here my darlings................ How have you all been?<br />
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A lot happened since I last posted.<br />
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1) I got a new job way closer to where I live<br />
2) Hurricane Irma happened and our office got completely flooded<br />
3) My grandmother passed away<br />
4) We finally moved back into our office 5 months after the hurricane<br />
5) Parkland shooting happened<br />
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The new job I got was in my field. I basically went to a new employer because I wanted more responsibility, and I wanted to learn new things. Luckily I got what I was looking for, even if it can be hard to learn on the fly. Definitely no complaints.<br />
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Hurricane Irma was my first hurricane here in Florida, and getting my condo boarded up last minute was a nightmare. It was a miracle I ended up with boarded windows. The person I initially hired to do everything did get wood and did cut it for me, but he went to get more screws, left his tools at my house to guarantee he would return, but never did. I still have his tools at my house, lol. I am not mad at him because he stood in line during the chaos of every hardware selling out of wood planks, and cut the wood in the right sizes. ( I could have never have done that on my own). However, it was really hard finding an available person to finish boarding up my condo. I hate socializing outside the internet, but I was going around my neighborhood meeting neighbors, asking for help and hoping for the best. I was lucky to find someone.<br />
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My grandmother also passed away. It was her time to go. She was 97 years old, but it doesn't make it any easier to lose a loved one. She was very much loved. She was a role model for me, and I miss her. She was born in 1920, the year women were allowed to vote for the first time. She would always tell me what it was like as a new mother during the war, being a working woman and how hard it was for a working woman to get any respect from her male coworkers, or the men that had to report to her. She also went through a divorce in the days that divorce was a huge scandal. I always loved listening to her experiences. Women like her definitely had it harder than the generations after.<br />
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Last week was the shooting at Stoneman Douglass highschool. I didn't realize how close I live to the school, I only live ten miles away. Highway 95 was flooded that day with first responders and helicopters.<br />
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I was a senior in high school when the shooting at Columbine happened in 1999. It was a huge shock then, and things have only gotten worse. I see a lot of gun debates on Facebook, and these conversations need to happen. We definitely need to talk about guns, gun control and school safety. It took long enough for this to really be out and open in the media.<br />
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I don't have the answer or solutions to school shootings. I have opinions, but I don't post them on social media. But I am glad that people from all walks of life are talking about it. There are so many points of view on the subject, and at least this event has forced us to face this problem.<br />
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That's all for now, time to clean my condo and do laundry.<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-54746061166013428132017-07-29T14:15:00.002-07:002017-07-29T14:15:26.014-07:00Genealogy Trails<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello My Little Marshmallows,<br />
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As you know, I have been researching my ancestry lately, I am looking into the origins of my father's paternal side, the origins of my surname. Growing up, I wasn't able to get much information about my great-grandparents who immigrated from Minsk Belarus (then Russia) to England and finally to the United States, but I have been able to get more information off of Ancestry.com and newspapers.com such as:<br />
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1) Naturalization documents<br />
2) Newspaper publishing addresses of businesses or gifting of property<br />
3) Addresses of residences in the phone book and via the census<br />
4) Registration cards for WW1.<br />
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It's fun to get information piece by piece and string it together, to get a clearer picture of their lives, and to match the information I find to the letters I have from my great-grandmother, and the stories I've heard here and there growing up.<br />
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It's interesting to see what life was like for immigrants back then, and I tend to believe the saying, "the more things change, the more they stay the same". In my genealogy class, the biggest myth that got busted for me, was that our ancestors didn't face bureaucracy back then, like we do now. Until now, I really thought that my immigrant ancestors became US citizens almost immediately. I noticed that though they immigrated the the US in 1905, they didn't become citizens until 1921, and they didn't shorten their names immediately after arriving at the Port of New York, they changed it when they became naturalized citizens.<br />
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Yesterday I obtained a copy of my great-grandmother's death certificate. I was really looking forward to getting my hands on it, because I didn't even think the county would release that information to me. I wasn't home to pick it up (UPS required a signature), so I had to drive to a real<br />
run-down area (the filthy buttcrack of my county) in town and wait over an hour, and I wasn't even mad about it, I really wanted the information on it. I didn't think I would feel much emotion opening the envelope and reading the death certificate, but I did feel emotional. It was the end of her life, and it's always interesting to capture the last moments of someone's life up to the funeral. Because death usually catches you by surprise, you don't know when it's your time. When I worked in personal injury and someone passed away, I also got emotional dealing with their cases, and moreso in this case, because she is my ancestor, even though this happened over seventy years ago.<br />
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My great-grandmother started her life in another continent, and ended up somewhere completely different. Life wasn't easy for her, and she had a difficult life no doubt, but she and my great father did escape antisemitism and built a life and family in this country. She had a much better outcome than many people she started out with in her hometown, as well as many of her siblings and their descendants (I am friends on Facebook with some of them).<br />
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I ordered her death certificate to find out why she died (heart disease), where she died (hospital no longer around), who provided family information on the death certificate (her daughter), where she had her funeral (funeral home is still in business), and where she is buried (in a Jewish cemetery in East Los Angeles), and the names of her parents (so I can continue my genealogy adventures).<br />
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I enjoy genealogy because I tend to live in the past and connect it to the present. Also, I enjoy research.<br />
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I don't know what my ancestors would think if they knew I was looking for their information. Most of them were too busy trying to live their lives day to day raising their families, they probably didn't give much thought to their descendants. Will someone come and look me up long after I am gone? Who knows? I am doing all of this for my knowledge and benefit, and it may stay with me until I pass and go nowhere further. Honestly, other than a few conversations here and there, most family members aren't too interested. I don't have a romantic idea of my existence living on after death, it is quite possible my boxes of stuff may get dumped out.<br />
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Life is short, studying genealogy helps me realize that. But I am alive now, and I am happy to be alive and still be able to decide my fate.<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-58848529922405731202017-07-23T10:24:00.000-07:002017-07-23T10:24:01.824-07:00Linkin Park<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello My Lovelies,<br />
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I am sad that Chester Bennington from Linkin Park committed Suicide.<br />
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Until I was in college, I was only listening to boy bands and bubble gum music. Up until that point, I went to Christian schools, and I had lived a very sheltered life in a bubble (actually a CULT, but "bubble" sounds cuter), and had very little experience with the real world.<br />
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When I went to college and lived on campus, I was dealing with campus life, a full course load, and two jobs. I had a full schedule, and untreated anxiety and depression that was beginning to surface, that I still hadn't identified. What I mean by that, is growing up anxiety and depression didn't exist. Anxiety and depression were signs from the Devil and I needed to be more positive and pray more, and worship the leader of our cult more. So the stronger the symptoms got, the more worked up I became, thinking I was going to the dark side. I never thought to reach out to mental health professionals, because I was taught that was a sign of weakness and that I had no control over myself. So I managed to bury my feelings for a while until I broke down.<br />
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I didn't have a TV moment breakdown where I screamed at everyone, or became violent, and I didn't need to be restrained. Instead, it started out with me waking up feeling completely miserable and being unable to eat. I went to the cafeteria for breakfast and ate a large breakfast. I knew I would need to eat a lot for a while since I wasn't hungry and didn't want to eat again for the rest of the day. Eating that meal was torture and it took a while, but I got through it.<br />
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As I was leaving the cafeteria, my stomach hurt, and I knew it wasn't going to be pretty. I rushed to the grass and threw up everything I had just ate, and I do mean everything. One of my dormmates saw me, and was really worried. I convinced him I was okay and went to my room and lied down on my bed. I started to feel so much pain in my chest and body, and I knew that I wasn't going to accomplish much that day. I had no other choice than to reach out to the health center on campus, and thank GOD they were there.<br />
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At that point, I began to cry and the student nurse was very understanding. This was the first time I was reacting so strongly, I had no control over what was happening, and I was scared. I also had a full courseload and didn't know I was going to manage. I was scared I was going to starve myself by not eating. He looked at me with compassion in his eyes and said that my body won't let me starve, it will force me to want to eat. He also said that I could get medically excused and drop my classes and take time off (virtually impossible otherwise), and I could see the school psychiatrist. I was scared to see a psychiatrist, but I took the appointment, I had to so I could get excused from my classes.<br />
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Although I didn't like the psychiatrist I saw (I am pretty sure it was mutual), I did drop a class and retook it over the winter. I got my first prescription filled, took one dosage, and because I didn't feel better that day, mistakenly thought it wasn't working and stopped taking the rest of it.<br />
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But nevertheless, I did manage to get better and discovered bellydance a few months later, which helped keep a lot of symptoms at bay.<br />
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During this time, I discovered alternative music, such as Linkin Park, Puddle of Mudd, System of a Down, 311, Nirvana and Papa Roach just to name a few. Linkin Park was by far my favorite and I watched all of their music videos. Chester screaming got me through a lot of study sessions at the library (headphones of course), and helped me realize that many of us are "crazy" and fighting our own battles.<br />
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Keep in mind that though my battle with anxiety and depression didn't get easier after this point, it was a starting point, in realizing that I had a problem, and I couldn't ignore my feelings or surpress them any longer. Of course I tried, and my journey has never been linear, but at least I have gotten better over time.<br />
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Linkin Park got me through college, and was there for me again when I left the cult for good.<br />
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It is really easy to condemn Chester Bennington for killing himself, especially since he left his wife, children, band and fans hanging. I don't agree with what he did, but I don't condemn him either because it is a really rough place to be in.<br />
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It is really controversial to talk about this, because unless you come out blatantly condemning suicide and the people who took their own lives, people will view you as supporting it.<br />
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I do not support it, and I want to live. I am thankful to be alive every day. When I was in the cult and wrote to the leader about my depression and how I felt there was no joy in my life, and what is the point of living, she took an active role in telling others I was suicidal and wanted to kill myself. That's false, I will fight for my life if I have to.<br />
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But on the other hand, experiencing my own prison of mental illness, and knowing it's far worse for others, I can see why some people see death as the only way out. That is because things have gotten so unbearable for them, they may have messed up and made poor decisions, and they don't think anyone could forgive them or understand.<br />
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Depression is different for everyone, but when I was experiencing the worst of it, there was no joy in my life, it was a fight to just even try to enjoy anything. Getting up and functioning was so exhausting, I remember once while I was showering, shampooing my hair was so much work, I didn't even finish the job and condition my hair because I couldn't muster up the patience to finish the job. I then got out of the shower and laid on the floor for another hour.<br />
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Depression for me came as a fog, arrived when I least expected it and just clouded my brain. Sometimes it left, but it always returned.<br />
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If you are reading this and suffer from mental illness, I do get it. I may not know your circumstances, I may not have the same symptoms as you, but I do understand. Keep on going. Live your live minute to minute, second to second, and don't be afraid to reach out to someone. I am happy you are still in this world.<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-87628684303528090742017-07-15T19:01:00.001-07:002017-07-15T19:01:16.671-07:00Le Weekend..............<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What's Up My Kittens?<br />
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How is your weekend? It is hot as Hell here in South Florida. It's is hotter than the devil's nut sack.<br />
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I have a headache today. I didn't drink coffee today, and I am paying dearly for it because I clearly have a caffeine addiction. But I do have to cut back, because it really can really make my heart pound, and that's not healthy.<br />
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I got my hair cut yesterday, and I feel so much better. My hair had grown down to my butt, but it was just too much, especially since half it was color-treated. Now I am back to all my natural colored hair, and no more dead hair. I forgot that my hair could have volume. Who knew?<br />
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What else.......... I have researching family history on Ancestry.com. It's interesting to see the migration patterns of my ancestors. They are long gone, but I still have some of their letters. I wonder if they knew it would end up with me?<br />
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All of my mother's side of the family is still in Europe so I am talking about my father.'s side. His father's parents escaped religious persecution because they were Jewish, and immigrated to New York in 1905 to make new lives for themselves. They lived the American Dream, learned the language, had more children, at least one served in the Army, and owned a home and business. It is interesting to follow their stories through the Censuses, as well as by reading letters my aunt handed down to me.<br />
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My dad also send me a huge box of color slides from his marraiges, travels, and my childhood. I am going to invest in a slide machine and break out the wine.<br />
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I am not sure if anyone will come to me for family information down the line, probably not. I am one of the few that actively looks up information. I wouldn't call it research, as that would require me to get offline and go look up records on micro film and microfiche (can't remember the difference between the two) and verify information I find, with information I've been told by family.<br />
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Other than that, my depression is returning, and I try to manage the feelings. I had been on a very long happiness streak, but sometimes the old feelings come back and blindside me. I have to accept that and just go with it. Fighting it just makes it worse. I woke up with a pit in my stomach, and getting out of the house took forever because I just kept lying down. Once I got out of the house, I was moving slowly, and had very short patience with people in traffic and at the store. I wanted to cry, and I haven't wanted to do that for so long. It's like I realize that I moved to Florida all of a sudden, what am I doing here, where am I going in life, and I am not getting any younger!<br />
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I have been complacent lately in life, and although I have been blissfully ignorant, I have developed bad habits such as bad sleeping patterns, bad diet choices, and sleeping half of the day on weekends.<br />
Don't get me wrong, I love it, and it has made me happy and relaxed, but this is definitely not how I want the rest of my life to play out, because I have things I actually want to accomplish. My medication has helped with my mood, but I still carry old habits from when I wasn't taking anything.<br />
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I have dreams in life of promotions, of decorating my condo, or more travel, of getting back into dance, and I can't actively live all this out with my current habits. Maybe one day down the line, actually get married and share my life with someone, and I can't live the way I currently do and make that happen.<br />
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The problem is, my old habits are extremely hard to break. What helps me get through this is to accept my feelings, and complete small tasks one after the other. Today I started small things like cleaning the litter box, and mailing a letter I've been meaning to mail. Then I dumped the trash. Small tasks, no big deal. I didn't get very far, but that's okay. Sometimes I do, and I make great strides in cleaning and getting stuff done. Many people spend time doing all their cleaning in one shot. That is just not me, at least not yet.<br />
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Okay, enough about me for today. Besitos my lovelies!<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-9578455041043319812017-07-13T18:02:00.000-07:002017-07-13T18:06:16.521-07:00Who do you think you are?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello There My Little Hummingbirdies!<br />
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Long time, no bloggy!<br />
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I have recently started getting into Genealogy, because I have always been curious about my heritage and my roots. It all started in the fourth grade when my teacher had us fill out our family tree. I very recently started my little genealogy hobby by registering on Ancestry.com and taking free classes at my local library. I love the library, and the teacher is a wealth of information.<br />
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I first started back in 2009, but I quickly gave up. I had started searching for my great-grandparents' names in the Ellis Island Manifests, but came up empty handed. Growing up, my father told me that they immigrated through Ellis Island, so when I looked through the manifests without finding their names, I figured my dad gave me the wrong information and that was the end of it. I did visit Ellis Island with a friend of mine, and absolutely loved sailing by the Statue of Liberty and walking through the same processing gates the newly arrived immigrants passed through.<br />
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I have since found the naturalization records of my great-grandfather who apparently sailed into the port of New York in in 1905 on the Umbria from Liverpool, England. But I can't locate his name or my great-grandmother's in any manifest. I will keep looking, it is quite possible their names weren't recorded.<br />
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This time around with genealogy, I have a lot more patience, and a willing to learn. I learned that many people give up after looking on Ancestry.com, which is what I did. But I learned in my class that 90% of the information you're looking for is not online, especially since many records still have not been digitalized.<br />
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I enjoy tracing the addresses of my ancestors through the Census and telephone directories, to see where they travel and settle down, and how they made lives for themselves. My mother's side is from Austria and is still all there. I haven't started researching that side. My grandmother was very private and, it's not that they won't share family details, they definitely aren't excited about it, so I let it be.<br />
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So I am focusing on the ancestors from my father's side.His father's parents immigrated from Minsk, Russia (now Belarus) to England, to New York, before settling in California. Some of the family from Minsk ended up immigrating to other parts of Europe. Out of the blue back in 2011, I received a Facebook message from my distant cousin in Paris, a descendant of the family members that ended up in Europe. When I was in Paris the year before in 2010, I actually saw our family name on the wall of the Shoah, but had no idea I still had family in Paris. I did end up going back and meeting them, and seeing their version of the family tree.<br />
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My father's mother's side is goes is a little different. My grandmother's mothers's side goes back far in this country, I haven't determined how far just yet. My father's father's side was Canadian with ancestors coming from England. I still have a lot more research to go. It's fun to see the the paper trail, as well as see the common distant cousins aka "kissing cousins" on Ancestry.com. I contacted one of them, and it was nice to talk to her.<br />
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Anyway, this is the very beginning of my journey to connect the dots. Companies like Ancestry.com and TV shows make it seem like it's so easy to do genealogy, it's so easy to build a family tree. All you have to do is go online! WRONG! Not only is most information not online, but you must verify each piece of information you get, because it is very easy to fall into the rabbit hole. Not only that, but you will find conflicting information, and brick walls frequently.<br />
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There is so much information out there, so many free courses, so many research sites for free, such as familysearch.org. I just happen to find Ancestry more user friendly, so I do pay. Over the weekend I took a class at the local library of how to research land records. That was definitely fun. I do notice that I am usually the youngest person in classes like these.<br />
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It can all get extensive and tiring, but for me, it's a quest to find the truth. Family history is truly a game of telephone. By the time the information gets passed to you, you don't know what is really true, and what is embellished.<br />
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That is all, off to follow more paper trails.<br />
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Besitos!</div>
Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-7721065022730313682017-02-12T09:57:00.000-08:002017-02-12T09:57:06.966-08:00Lazy Sunday Funday, Bitches !!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Good Morning Kitty Kats,<br />
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Happy Sunday!<br />
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My cat is out sunning himself on the balcony, I am watching bootlegged Judge Judy reruns off YouTube, and I just finished my homemade nachos (with extra garlic and cheese) and Starbucks DoubleShot Epresso.<br />
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My house is a mess, I have a bookshelf to assemble that probably won't get assembled today, and dishes that need to be done. I live in a state of perpetual disorganization, but at least I am hygienic and I know where things are.<br />
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A couple of weeks ago I bought rollerblades. I hadn't been on blades in over twenty years. I think it was one of the best purchases I have made in a while. They ride smoothly, and I didn't fall on my first time back in the saddle.<br />
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Anywhooters, time to go back to being up to no good. Besitos!</div>
Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-88012300060865741492016-12-24T13:22:00.000-08:002016-12-24T13:23:23.642-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello Kittens!<br />
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Merry Xmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Festivus, whatever you do or don't celebrate, I hope it it is good day for you.<br />
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For those of you that still stop by and read my blog, Thank you! I have been a poor blogfriend and haven't commented back, but I plan on changing that soon.<br />
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My post today won't be too long or deep (THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID).<br />
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I want to talk about my current addictions. Basically things that I love and for the most part keep me from going out and becoming a world famous Instagram Star/Billionaire:<br />
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1) Quora<br />
2) Judge Judy on You Tube-- I am slowly becoming meaner and snarkier<br />
3) Shopkicks<br />
4) Checkpoints<br />
5) Redeeming my rewards points from 4 and 5 above at Target and on Amazon<br />
6) Facebook<br />
7) My Kindle<br />
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If you don't know what some of the above are, I won't really get into it because I am lazy and also because I want to spare you from becoming an anti-social introvert like me. See? I am thinking about you :)<br />
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I do have meaningful things to talk about, and I intend to speak about them later. Just not today.<br />
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Hugs and Kisses!<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-82213553711521126482016-11-19T16:14:00.000-08:002016-11-19T16:14:58.727-08:00My Crappy Financial Blatherings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well Good Evening Kittens !<br />
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It is really easy for me to retreat and sit in my room and not do anything all weekend, so when I feel inspired to clean and actually do it, I run with it and do what I can. Next on my list is laundry :( I don't like hauling my laundry downstairs, and facing the possibility of running into the neighbor that hits on me, or making small talk with other neighbors when I just want to be reclusive.</div>
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So a couple of years ago before moving to Florida, I enrolled in a financial class at the local community college, and I have never regretted it. The instructors worked at Morgan Stanley and surprisingly didn't peddle their investment services, and they had a dry sense of humor. I was entertained. They talked about how important time is, and when you are young, time on your side is one of your biggest assets, especially when you don't have money. I was one of the youngest people in the class, which was shocking, I was expecting young twenty somethings to fill the seats. Most people there had been working for years and had assets, and I had nothing. In fact I was about to lose my job the following week and didn't know it. But hey, time is on my side!</div>
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They also left me with this quote, which I haven't forgotten by Sir John Templeton: "Bull markets are born on pessimism, grow on skepticism, mature on optimism and die on euphoria".</div>
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My grandmother has invested in the stock market and has done well for herself. She told me that it is better for me to take control of my money, instead of trusting a financial adviser. She told me I would get the same results, or better by taking a dart and throwing it at the Wall Street Journal. I agree with her. And I don't have to pay any fees.</div>
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I do invest a little in the market when I can so I can learn something and have a little fun. The instructors in my investment class said that one of their students invested his money and did really well, and when he asked about his strategy, the student said that he invested like he was planning to to invest to lose. I tend to agree with this statement, especially if you are are like me and plan to let your money sit for a long time and ride out the bumps on the road.</div>
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I have read a ton of investment advice: Get references and hire a good financial planner, analyze the financials and run through all the equations, really get to know the business you are investing in.</div>
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Quite frankly, I think one of the few ways to make money in the stock market is to have some inside information which is ILLEGAL, so the other option left is to just speculate, which I think is useless most of the time. So if I am going to speculate, I am certainly not going to pay someone else to "speculate" based on what their boss wants, nor am I going to lose money to fees. Losing money when the stock price decreases should be the only "fee" I pay.</div>
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I remember my dad had an adviser years ago and said that he lost about half of his investment. I also remember about 16 years ago, I bought some Cisco stock on ETrade after listening to how well they were doing. My stepdad kept telling me it was the time to buy, and so I did, and of course I lost about half of my investment because soon after the dot com bubble burst, and I also sold out of fear. Now I try to do things differently.</div>
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First off, E-trade SUCKS, and they charge you too many useless fees. Now I use an app that doesn't charge any fees.</div>
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Now I also let my money sit, and I invest in companies when I see the stock taking a shit in the news. When I see people in the media freaking out, I will pay more attention to that stock. When online bloggers advise on what stock to sell, and what to avoid, I consider picking up a share or two. Hot stocks that we should all buy get steered clear of.</div>
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Recently I bought shares from a pharmaceutical company that was $2.00 a share. It has been steadily taking a dive, and I have steadily bought more shares. Not a lot, but a share or two hear and there. The company is waiting for some sort of approval, and there is some sort of hold up that they expect to resolve, so I felt like the gamble is worth it.</div>
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I think stock adviser bloggers are more full of shit than financial advisers that you pay to invest in the stock market. (I am not talking about mutual funds).</div>
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If you are a financial planner and feel that I have offended you, please know that I am probably as full of shit as you are. I just don't advise people and keep my financial thoughts to myself unless you are reading my blog.</div>
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I am kidding, I am discussing my opinions based on my demographic: Relatively young, very little assets, and no one depending on me. Obviously if you have a lot of assets, and own a lot of businesses you would probably be better off having an adviser in your corner. They would make a way more handsome commission than the financial advisers in my financial demographic. Trust me, there is no motivation for anyone to to anything for me with the income I earn. No one wants to be at my beck and call when their commission from me is less than twenty bucks. That's even if I buy or sell, which I don't do a lot of. So it makes more sense for me to do this myself.</div>
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I encourage you to be on top of your finances. If you chose to hire someone that you trust, do trust, but verify.</div>
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If you are a married woman, I think it's especially important to be as involved in your finances as your husband.</div>
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-33633883921361664102016-11-12T18:48:00.002-08:002016-11-12T18:48:55.244-08:00Election Thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Good Evening Kittens.........<br />
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How are you all doing? I am taking the opportunity to relax at home with my cat and maybe get a thing or two done. My cat and I like to take cat naps together, and enable each other in being lazy. He got a lot of attention from me today. I like to give him head bonks and pet him with my forehead.<br />
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Ever since I moved into my condo, I have put the kitchen to good use. I never used to enjoy cooking much when I had roommates, but now that I have my place, I enjoy it a lot more, especially since everything in it is mine, and I don't have to clean up right away. My favorite thing to make lately has been portobello mushrooms with shredded cheese and garlic. If my stomach could handle it, I would opt for Mac N' Cheese and ice cream every night. But that can't happen because I don't want to bust my pants.<br />
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Now about that election. I was lucky to vote at the condo clubhouse this year instead of having to drive somewhere. It was fast, efficient, and the volunteers were very professional. I was thrilled that I just had to walk down the road. I remember volunteering for my precinct in 2008 when I was living in California, and had a fun time with it. We're stuck with our choices for four years and have to listen to a lot of bullshit throughout the entire campaign, so it's nice to feel like I have some sort of power, even for a few minutes to cast my ballot.<br />
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A lot of my friends on social media voted Hillary, and a lot were also for Trump. A small percentage voted for 3rd party candidates. And some didn't vote at all. I did vote, but choosing a candidate was hard because I don't identify with Democrats or Republicans enough to be a staunch supporter of either party. It has been that way for me for a long time. I don't feel like I fit in with mainstream society. I tend to sit right in the middle because I try to empathize with people. Also, I just don't trust what the news broadcasts from any mainstream station, so getting reliable information is quite difficult. Honestly, what do any of us really know about what's truly going on? Do we really know anything? Do you ever wonder if your opinions are really on point with what is really going on? Because I do. I think the only real way to know what's going on in our government is to actively be a part of it, and even then information gets skewed.<br />
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This election period I spent a lot of time listening to the viewpoints of others from both sides, and I agreed with where their hearts were coming from on both ends. When you listen to people speak about their beliefs based on experiences, it puts things into perspective.<br />
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I don't like how divided this country has become and how polarizing candidates and their supporters have become. If you don't hate this person, you are horrible and I don't want to be your friend! If you support this person, you support every shitty decision they have ever made ! The whole thing has become a circus, and I am ashamed of that. I was ashamed to watch the candidates sling mud at each other throughout their debates. I never actually learned anything about their policies or plans. It was a just a spectacle made for reality television.<br />
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The Peruvian elections were also this year, and I watched the Peruvian candidates debate. They were polished, polite, and way more civilized. I was ashamed of how we have acted as a country, especially in comparison to other countries.<br />
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Here are my thoughts on this election and our political system in general, for what it's worth:<br />
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1.) I never believed that Trump actually wanted to be president. I thought that he wanted the power and the glory without the responsibility. I don't think he actually prepared himself for the possibility of being president. Now I think he is scared and probably doesn't realize what he has gotten himself into. It's gonna be a long four years for him, putting his primary businesses aside so he can focus on running the country. He should have been more careful with his wish.<br />
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2.) Throughout this election I felt that Trump was secretly on Hilary's team, and that he was doing her a favor by saying some of the outrageous stuff he said. Did he mean what he said? Maybe he did, I know he is smart enough to know that what he said was offensive, this isn't his first rodeo in politics. I also kind of think that all of that threatening to put her in jail was nonsense, that he would never even come close do doing it. I kind of felt like this whole election was good-cop/bad-cop, and we all bought it.<br />
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3.) I don't think Trump is truly a Republican, or even believes in many of the beliefs that the far right has. That is why I think he was on the same team as Clinton. A lot of his voters wanted God back in this country, and are Evangelical Christians. Maybe Trump goes to church on holidays, but I don't think he really cares about religion, I think he is more into himself. And I don't think he really cares what bathroom transgendered people use, or if gays marry or not. It doesn't mean that he didn't say the outrageous stuff he did, I just don't think he cares as much as he wants us to think we do.<br />
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4.) I really wish that enough Americans had enough confidence to vote for a 3rd party candidate, so someone other than a Democrat or Republican would at least be a formidable opponent.<br />
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5.) I vote and believe in voting, but not all Americans do. A lot of people get shamed for not voting, but I think it's their right to vote and exercising the right not to vote and should not get shamed for it.<br />
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6.) This country is so divided, and so many people didn't like the choice of candidates, that they felt their vote didn't matter. Who knows what the outcome would have been if everyone who was registered actually got out and voted? When I volunteered in 2008, people came out in droves to vote, and I felt we were more unified. I wish we could go back to that feeling, where people want to vote for a candidate, not feeling like they are voting for someone to prevent the other party from winning. No wonder many people stayed home instead.<br />
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5.) In addition to the sadness that many people feel for Trump getting elected, I feel that most of it is mainly shock that Trump actually won. The Democrats felt that they had a slam dunk, and would kill Trump on election night. Trump supporter prepared for defeat, and Clinton Supporters were so sure, and never for once entertained the idea that the would lose, which definitely made the outcome that much harder to deal with. A few things I hope we all learn as voters, which are things I learned growing up:<br />
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--Never count your eggs before they are hatched. Many of my Democratic friends the day before were proclaiming how excited they were that they were going to have a female in office for the very first time in history. Newsweek even printed the cover reading : "Madame President" BEFORE THE RESULTS CAME BACK. They were so sure! They never expected traditionally blue states to flip to red at the last hour.<br />
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-- Social Media and other media channels really did a good job in making it seem that there were way more Clinton supporters than Trump supporters. Many Trump supporters silently cast their votes on election day. I grew up in the Bay Area in California, a very liberal area, and here where I live is a small pocket of democrats. I didn't realize that almost all of my workers were in fact Trump Supporters. Growing up in a blue state, and seeing that the media is mainly liberal, how would I know any different? But I found out when the results came in.<br />
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Okay, I think I am done blathering on about politics here. I almost never discuss politics on Facebook because I am not a confrontational person at all, and I really hate the keyboard fighting. So instead, I post a lot of bullshit, and sarcastic memes.<br />
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I figured that if you took the time to read my opinion here, which is longer than a tweet, that you will probably be think your opinion through, and be rational with your response, if you chose to say something.<br />
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I also figure that I should leave my .02 here so I can read this four years down the road and see if anything has changed.<br />
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Okay, that is all for now.<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-88448634063207176712016-11-06T07:12:00.001-08:002016-11-06T07:12:49.384-08:00Taking a break from my laziness to bring you a message............<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Bonjour my little Macaroons ;).........................<br />
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Being lazy tends to overpower me posting, so I decided that I will just pop by and make this snappy. Hopefully I will be by more often. It's always interesting to go back and read what I was thinking this exact day one or two or more years ago. Not too far back, because I don't want to be reminded of my youthful stupidity.<br />
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Thank you to all of you who still read my blog. A few of you left some really nice comments for me last time and I appreciated every one of them.<br />
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So what's new with you?<br />
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My cat had worms yesterday and I took him to the vet. I saw what looked like a small white noodle stream out of his ass like honey. I immediately took him to the vet. Capturing him and stuffing him into a crate broke my heart, since I could feel his little heart racing out of fear. The vet gave him a shot, and he is back home and content. We feasted on smoked salmon together. He is sleeping in his favorite chair right now.<br />
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Every time I blog, I want to be positive and bitch and moan at the same time, lol. I also want to talk about my experiences growing up in a cult because they are just strange. It does not matter what a person's education level is or how smart you think they are. It really only matters what emotional state they are in and if you catch them in the most opportune moment. Society doesn't really grasp that, which is why cults exist and why MLM schemes exist, they pretty much feed off the same things.<br />
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My parents are extremely intelligent people, graduated from a great school, and they still got sucked into a cult. Dad left a while ago, and my mom is still there. Of course our relationship is pretty much nonexistent because I have a negative opinion of my entire experience. My mom was born and raised into a wonderful family in Europe that loved and supported her. And she still got suckered into a cult. She was such a wonderful mother before and when she first joined. One of the best. But after that she slowly turned into a cold, dismissive person, who discarded my feelings if it didn't match up with hers. She pretty much wishes I would shut up and leave her alone so she can live her life in peace. (Read: Go away). I will leave her alone by not actively reaching out to her anymore, because I really don't want to see her. Every time I tried to see her she would lie to me about why she couldn't see me and blow me off. She wants me to forgive her not because she cares, but so she doesn't have think about how I feel about it. If she were truly sorry, I would have totally said "yes" and hugged it out. But she only tries to appease me very occasionally so the leader doesn't get mad at her for what I write.<br />
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Is she happy I write about my experiences ? Oh my gosh, not at all. She has even made some threats at me getting sued for libel. But its not libel if it's true, is it? I think she knows that deep down. She used to make claims that weren't true about me, but if that happened again, I wouldn't really care since she has done it many times before and I am used to it.<br />
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How would I feel if my mom blogged about me? I think about that often. I probably wouldn't like it. She feels like I have wronged her. But on the other hand, my mother has been really nasty with me over the years, which has given me thick skin. She has dismissed my experiences, laughed at what I said, gave a fake apology so I would "leave her alone", and told anything I have ever said to her to the cult leader. Nothing I ever told her was sacred.<br />
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I used to tell people my experiences and hope they cared or believed me. But most people either were too weirded out by what I was saying, simply couldn't relate, straight up didn't believe me, or just did not want to get involved. I don't blame them. The whole thing is strange. But I have gotten myself through it by talking about it and not being sorry for sharing my experiences.<br />
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But I also have a lot of family that do believe me and love me, and a lot of people that have left can back up what I am saying as true. I guess what I am saying now is I want people to read my story, but I am no longer relying on the hope that they believe me. This blog isn't popular, I don't have tons of readers, and I will still come here to write when I want to. I write what I want when I want, and my readers don't dictate that. When I started blogging at the end of 2003, I had maybe one or two solid readers that commented after a year of blogging. It didn't matter. I stayed true to myself, and I will continue to do that. My faithful readers have appreciated that and I appreciated them. I have slowly gotten to know many wonderful people here.<br />
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Okay, I have written way more than I intended and spilled a little tea. Time to go shower. Huggles and besitos.<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-42424748125395497112016-09-18T11:23:00.000-07:002016-09-18T11:23:57.992-07:00I'm Back !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What's up my Bitches?<br />
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You aren't bitches, but that is my favorite greeting, so I used it. I may or may not use it again.<br />
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So I have not been posting lately, mainly due to laziness. I have so many things I want to say, but then I remember that there is a new episode of The Real Housewives I haven't seen (I watch them all), or I want ice cream or I would rather cuddle with my cat.<br />
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Which brings me to the next two pieces of news, in case you aren't stalking my Facebook page:<br />
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1) I finally bought my own condo.<br />
2) I got a cat to match.<br />
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When I lived in California, owning my own place was simply not realistic, and because I never had my own place, I did not want to bring an animal into that uncertainty. I wanted to make sure that I could commit to caring for an animal in one place.<br />
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I got my beautiful black cat, Zack from Pet Supermarket, after closing on my home. I was just walking by the window one day, looking at cats and I noticed a beautiful black cat with a little spot of white stray hairs on his neck and shiny green eyes. He was shy and did not move, he just looked at me, and then looked away. I was told that he was a year and a half old, and that he had lived in the shelter all his life, and that nobody had adopted him yet. I wondered what it must have felt like, watching all his other cat buddies get adopted, but not him? When I saw him at the shelter, he was with a brown tabby cat named Alice. He was snoozing with her.<br />
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I always want to take cats home when window shopping, but I could not stop thinking about the beautiful black cat I saw. If he wasn't adopted by the time I came back, he would be mine. I thought it was sad that he had never been adopted.<br />
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Lo and behold, he was still there a couple of days later, and I started the adoption paperwork. I took him home for good a couple of days later. I liked his friend Alice, and when he got put in his crate, she looked at me and gave me a look of "why not me too"? I felt a little guilty, but I later heard she got adopted a few days later.<br />
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Anywho, here is my new cat in my new home. He was shy for the first couple of months, but he has warmed up to me lately. Once in a while when I fall asleep, I will wake up to him next to me, purring.<br />
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More on mon chat noir, later !<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-45955312023195925552015-10-25T14:38:00.002-07:002015-10-25T14:41:49.996-07:00Have you been drinking the kool aid ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What's up my little Marshmallows ?<br />
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Happy Sunday ! I have been meaning to write you all for a while, but then I got addicted to court television. I have been watching bootlegged clips off You Tube for Judge Judy, Judge Mathis, and Judge Milian. I realize that these "judges" in reality are really arbitrators, and I know that they may not be following the letter of the law to a T, but that's not why I watch it. I watch it to see the judges' line of questioning. It is interesting to watch people not only be willing to put their private business on television, but also straight up lie to the judges. I always love it when they are caught in lies. If you take emotion out of the equation and rely mainly on logic, it really isn't so hard to catch someone in a lie.<br />
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So yeah, that is how I have been occupying my free time on weekends.<br />
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And what about you, my darlings ? I guess I have some catching up to do.<br />
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So last night I was watching Jonestown: Paradise Lost, on Netflix. For those of you that don't have Netflix, how could you miss out on something so cheap and entertaining ? Just kidding, if you don't have Netlix, you can find it on YouTube, aka YouBoob for free. Free is better than cheap !<br />
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Anyway, I am fairly certain you have heard about Jim Jones and his Jonestown cult, since that is where the term "drinking the kool-aid" originated. And for those of you who don't know, I was raised in a cult from about the age of 4 until I left for good at age 25.<br />
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Before I watched the documentary last night I really never read any of the Jonestown stories because it ended in a mass suicide/murder and I really hate reading about suicide.<br />
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But last night I decided to just watch it with an open mind, and while watching it I felt a little sick to my stomach. The reason I felt disturbed, because apart from the suicide/murders/sexual assault, my experience growing up was eerily similar.<br />
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And let's keep it real: I was lucky. I was never sexually assaulted, and we were never poisoned/medicated. I am also lucky because I got out. I was able to leave and start my life over at a young age.<br />
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Unfortunately cult stories are still misunderstood in society, because it is still taboo. If you are dealing with certain issues such as terminal illness or domestic violence, there are fundraisers for that, shelters, hospices, and people will rally around you and help you get better.<br />
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With cults, it is largely misunderstood, because people blame you for getting involved and don't understand the concept of vulnerability, mind control. combined with the desire to help others. Because I was there as a child and had no say in the matter, people are less judgmental towards me, but still look at me sideways and don't understand what I am talking about, and I get it. This isn't common in society, it is one of those things that exist in the underbelly of society, and still, no one really wants to talk about.<br />
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Anyway, while watching the documentary, I felt like I was reliving my childhood. I grew up in the Bay Area in California, and Jim Jones had his Temple there for years before moving to Guyana. Our cult leader had been trying to build an isolated commune for years, and it almost because became a reality in New Mexico, isolated from others.<br />
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Sharon Amos in the documentary reminded me very much of my own mother. Sharon Amos was married and had a child before joining the cult. She became one of the most zealous members, changed her name, and ended up killing her children. Her ex husband, although was not a part of the cult, tried to visit his only daughter. This was eerily similar to my situation. My mother was and still is a zealous member of the cult. To this day, my mother feels I betrayed her and has essentially turned her back on me. She has changed her name multiple times, and she basically stopped raising my brother and I when I was about 8 years old. Instead, she became a full-time, live-in servant for the cult leader. Before then she was a caring and wonderful mother. Since then, she has broken almost every promise she ever made to us, and would sell us out to the cultleader by any means necessary. I feel now it is best to just not even talk to her anymore, since there is no way I can tell her anything without her funneling information back into the group.<br />
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While I was in the cult, the cult leader and my mother really did a fine number on turning my brother and I against our father. My father used to be in the cult, but left when I was about 13. Once he left, he was allowed to see us, but only because he was paying child support and it was required by law. And my dad faithfully paid, but my mother took that money and gave it to the cult leader.<br />
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Watching the documentary brought back memories of my father trying to do the right thing for my brother and I, but instead getting ridiculed behind his back, and his attempts at getting us out were thwarted by my mother.<br />
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I am convinced that if the crazy cult leader asked my mom to do something crazy like move us out of the country, or have us die together, she would have. That is how committed to the cause she was, and still is.<br />
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What really gave me the creeps was watching Jim Jones talk to people. How he talked to people was pretty much exactly how our cult leader spoke to us. How he instructed his followers to answer to the media was pretty much exactly how we were instructed to talk to the press. It was always an "us vs. them" mentality. The whole world was against us, the classic battle of good vs. evil. We were the angels that were chosen to lead others into the path of God, while the rest of society needed guidance. Not only did they need guidance, but they were against us. I grew up thinking everyone that wasn't in the group was full of "bad" energy, including my own family, which resulted in consequences that has taken years to work through.<br />
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Anyway, I could write about this all day, but I am going to stop here for now and possibly write more later.<br />
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Huggles !<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-75445436017060532342015-08-15T15:44:00.001-07:002015-08-15T15:44:26.865-07:00Thrifting it<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lately I have been hearing stories from my friends about dumpster diving, and all the treasures that can be found. Am I the only one that refuses to dig through a dumpster ? I used to as a kid to collect soda cans to recycle, and that was disgusting enough. Shop owners would see me, a ten year old in their dumpsters, and feel sorry for me, thinking I was starving. I was just trying to save enough money to buy a nice aquarium. I did have a nice aquarium for a while. It was fun while it lasted. I used to cut out magazine pages for the background, and every trip to the fish store was a huge deal for me.<br />
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But anywho, I have never dived in dumpsters for food, clothing or furniture. Now I won't knock it completely, because I know that many people have found success with it, and have furnished their entire apartments with dumpster finds.<br />
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Let's just say that any possible curiosity I had about dumpster diving for the stuff mentioned above, was killed three years ago when I had bedbugs.<br />
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Over three years ago, I found my first apartment, and was ready to live on my own for the first time in my life. Because accessing my place with a truck was so diffcult, and mattresses are so expensive, the only other alternative was to buy the mattress from the previous tenant. She seemed like a sweet person, and the apartment was clean, and the apartment manager encouraged me to buy the mattress.<br />
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So, I bought the mattress. It took a couple of weeks for anything to happen, but then I slowly started to itch. It slowly got worse, and the itching got so bad that I had to find the source of the problem. I couldn't take it anymore. My instincts just led me to the bed, and I took off the sheets, of the bed, and got to the mattress which was bloody. I was starting to feel sick to my stomach, so I decided to flip the mattress over, and saw the large bedbugs sitting there, with a huge new litter of newly birthed bugs crawling around. At that moment, I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I started to hyperventilate.<br />
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I of course went to the managers/owners and they told me there was no way the previous tenant could have brought in bugs. They told me they could be anything, and I told them to see for themselves. They took some bugs to get tested, and voila ! I was right.<br />
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After that day, I refused to sleep in my place. I was so lucky that my friend took me in. I lasted a total of two weeks in my new place, and have since not lived alone in a place I could call my own. Of course the managers tried to insinuate that I had brought them bugs. I told them to just give me back my deposit and I would leave, and never mention anything. I just wanted to get out of there. I begged them to let me leave immediately, but they refused. They could not understand why I was so hysterical. I had to leave my stuff there until they could heat treat the place, which was another week.<br />
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Luckily they gave me my deposit back, and I got the fuck out of there. They could not understand why I wanted to move. Their reasoning was that since the problem was taken care of, I should just give them another chance, but that is not how bedbugs operate. They are hard to kill, and the psychological aspect of dealing with bedbugs is way worse than the physical aspect, and the physical part is torture too. I had over a hundred bites, that would not go away. It took three weeks and loads of Benadryl for things to calm down.<br />
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I was calm and polite, and gave the managers a chance to rectify the problem, and they did. I think at the end, we were both happy to get away from each other.<br />
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So the moral of my story, is DO NOT DUMPSTER DIVE !!!! I won't even buy furniture at Goodwill.<br />
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I will buy clothing at Goodwill, but I will wash it and dry it in high heat to kill any possible bugs. But furniture is such a gamble. Televisions can harbor roaches, and beds and dressers are a hiding p<br />
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After that experience, I got rid of over half of my belongings and vowed to become a minimalist. I now hate clutter, and don't really buy things unless I need them. I enjoy not owning a lot of things.<br />
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Anyway, I think that is all for now. I guess all of the talk of dumpster diving lately has made me go a little crazy and I had to share.<br />
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Ciaosies !</div>
Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-21613247287700519172015-08-11T16:05:00.000-07:002015-08-11T16:05:00.385-07:00When You Are Depressed....................<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
1) Take it day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, and second by second if you have to. If all you can do is shower and wash the dishes, that is okay. At least you did something.<br />
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2) When you are depressed, sometimes the motivational speeches will be of no help. Joel Osteen and Tony Robbins will tell you that you can just change your attitude magically, that you can simply choose to be happy. Just pray, just give it to God ! While it may be helpful and you can certainly do those things, the results won't be instantaneous. Don't beat yourself up if it takes a few days or weeks for things to get better.<br />
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3) I don't think the Law of Attraction is helpful to people with anxiety and depression. Because basically what you are telling that person, is that it's really their fault for feeling horrible. The Law of Attraction basically states that you reap what you manifest in your mind, and what you receive is a direct result of what you project in your mind. So if someone feels like shit and ends up not being able to get out of bed, that person brought it all upon him/herself. I think that is just full of shit.<br />
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First of all, though the Law of Attraction is a law and may have some validity to it, it is not the ONLY universal law out there. Not only that, but the Law of Attraction is kind of egotistical, it leads us to believe that we are the only ones in the world making decisions, and the actions of others have no effect on us, we are the center of the universe.<br />
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Though positive thinking can be helpful, and projecting good thoughts about your future is very healthy, things will come along in life that will fuck that up for you. Meaning things beyond your control happen. You could get into a car accident, or lose someone close to you, and you can't control these things with the power of positive thinking. Positive thinking may push you closer to your goal, but it doesn't allow you to have bad days.<br />
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4) The best way of getting over depression is to get through it, meaning accepting your feelings and feeling them. Being with your thoughts, examining them and acknowledging them, you are demonstrating that you are no longer afraid of those thoughts, and that is when the journey begins to get a little easier.<br />
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5) Many self help gurus will harp on positive thinking, they don't really get you to become one with your traumatizing thoughts. They want you to mask it, and pretend they don't exist. It is usually therapists that will make you explore your dark thoughts and get you to talk about them.<br />
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A motivational speaker will tell you that when you are experiencing depression or debilitating thoughts, that you should get up and do something. Tell yourself that you are not going to feel sad anymore, tell your depression to go away, and eventually it will. Or fight those feelings. Fighting feelings has always made me feel worse, and more of a failure. Once you fight feelings, they just get stronger.<br />
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Feelings don't go away just because you tell them to. They go away once you deal with them. and unfortunately, people in the self help industry that have a large following fail to mention this because it requires people to put in a lot of hard work and relive those emotions, and no one really wants to do that. People are so tired of their depression, the last thing they want to do is experience more of it, they want instant results, which is totally understandable, but it's not how it usually works.<br />
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6) Things sometimes have to get worse before they get better. No one will ever tell you that once you begin your journey in healing yourself that things get worse before they get better, Sometimes they get way worse, Could you imagine paying someone to help you, and instead of seeing results, you feel worse and take a couple of steps back ? No one will warn you of that. And I think this discourages people, and they just stop.<br />
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When I started to go on medication, I got way worse before I felt any relief. I lost my appetite for two weeks. I felt tired, and drunk, and miserable. But after two weeks of my body adjusting to the medication, I got my life back and started to feel better.<br />
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When I first went into therapy, I had to talk about things that I couldn't bring myself to talk about. I used to spend tons of hours crying on the couch. But eventually I got much better.<br />
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7) Depression is Cyclical. When you get better, you're not going to be feeling better forever. because you will go back to having bad days. So, when you have your bad days, don't be scared that you are falling into old patterns. The difference, is now you have better tools to help you navigate through your Depression, and can pick yourself up faster.<br />
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8) Some people say their depression was cured. That probably won't happen for you. You may feel better for a while, and may be using your tools to cope better. But depression is an addiction.<br />
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9) My personal belief is that drug addicts and depressed/anxious people have a lot of the same underlying feelings. When I started reading books on dealing with anxiety and depression, some of the best advice was in the books for addicts.<br />
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10) I am not an addict, but it is my personal belief that people become addicts when they don't know how to deal with their feelings in a healthy matter. If there weren't such a stigma against addicts, I think they could really help people dealing with depression. They are extreme examples of what happens when depression is not dealt with, and when feelings are suppressed for a long time.<br />
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That is all I have got for today. Till next time !</div>
Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-31795912997055955082015-08-09T15:45:00.000-07:002015-08-09T15:45:00.039-07:00My Strengths in the Kitchen.........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My grandmother once told me that the way into a man's heart is through his stomach. I am sure some of you are smirking right now and muttering under your breath "that isn't the only way", but let's just keep it PG today, okay ?</div>
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I am very lazy, but I am also shy in the kitchen and I don't like to cook for others. I only cook for close friends, and someone I am dating. So here are some of the tricks up my sleeve, as cooking can be considered a mating dance.</div>
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4) Tuna melt sandwhiches with crispy bacon.</div>
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Korean BBQ Ribs............ I made this last weekend for the first time, and it was a success !</div>
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-52964586493746466662015-08-08T15:28:00.002-07:002015-08-08T15:28:16.905-07:0025 Facts/Stories About Moi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well Hello My Little Dumplings !<br />
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My latest hobby has been watching "how to" YouTube videos on cooking, makeup tips, and shopping. Not only is it free, but it has really helped me in my journey of eating healthier. It really blows that I can't eat all the sugar and carbs that I used to. Because I freaking love sugar and carbs, but I have to be extra careful because not only do those things make me feel depressed, but it makes me look knocked up. If weight were the only issue at hand, I would just work out more, but feeling like shit and wanting to cry is no longer worth the few minutes of pleasure and nostalgia I experience when eating my favorite desserts.<br />
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Anywhooters, the latest trend is for vloggers to discuss 50 facts about themselves, but I will just keep it to 25. I really don't like to film myself. I don't like the sound of my voice, so I wouldn't force someone else to listen to it, but also I would end up doing something totally inappropriate on camera like thrusting the air, or pretending to hump furniture. Once I release that into the Interwebz, it's out there forever, and what if I decide to run for office some day ? Or what if I decide to become a spiritual leader and become an important public figure ? If people are going to look up to me for spiritual and moral guidance, they don't need to see my pelvis. What kind of example would I be setting ? Exactly..............<br />
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So I will just blog about my random 25 facts. Normally you are supposed to tag people to take this challenge, but I do not believe in tagging others, I think it's one way to lose friends. So, here are my fifty things, and I will try to make it snappy !<br />
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1) I used to be strictly a dog person, but I have since discovered kitties and now I am bipetual.<br />
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2) I hate squash, eggplant, kidneys, and liver. The texture is the worst of all.<br />
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3) I have never purchased my own television before, I have always lived in places with a TV.<br />
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4) I have also never purchased furniture of my own before. Actually, I did purchase a bed once when I rented an apartment, because it was already there. And it had bedbugs. That was three years ago, and I am still traumatized.<br />
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5) When I had bedbugs, it took two weeks to discover the source of my itching, and three weeks to get over the horrible bites that were all over my body once I discovered them (I counted about 100). The psychological drama of it is the worst, and you are lucky if you get over it after a couple of years. Plus no one wants to be near you.<br />
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6) I don't like to own a lot of things. I am kind of a minimalist.<br />
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7) I don't really like owning real jewelry unless it's inherited or an engagement/wedding piece.<br />
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8) I love to collect handbags, some from the store, but most from Goodwill. Because I love to purchase them so cheaply, I don't wear them for long, and usually end up giving them away or donating them back. I love rotating through them quickly.<br />
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9) I love coloring. I recently bought coloring books and crayons.<br />
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10) I won't color with anything else but Crayola.<br />
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11) I once went skydiving, but I would never even consider bungee jumping.<br />
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12) I have seen psychics and tarot card readers in the past based on recommendations from close family and friends. They raved how accurate the reader was. As for me, they were about 50% right and 50% wrong, which means that no one has accurately predicted anything for me in my future.<br />
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I take that back, I did talk to one woman a few years back who gave me the best advice of all: It's a reading based on the energy I am putting out at the moment, and she could be right or wrong in her predictions. She could tell me I could meet the man of my dreams, and it would still never happen and vice versa. Basically, it is still just a guess on my energy field at the moment, which is always changeable. I have since focused on just working towards my goals and letting the chips fall where they may.<br />
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13) I get told that I am way too sensitive. Sometimes I am told that I am way too nice, and I need to toughen up. I disagree. Some of the people I look up to most are extremely kind and empathetic and I strive to be like that, especially since they seem happier in general. I would rather be sensitive and have a heart, rather than have a tough exterior.<br />
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14) I love bacon, but I don't like eating pork chops. I was raised against pork, and although I eat a little, I stay away from larger pieces of pork.<br />
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15) In dating, I don't believe in "the nice guy". The "nice guy" ends up being the worst of all, sort of like a wolf in harmless sheep's clothing. I believe in a man with manners, a kind man, but the one that tells me that "he is just a nice guy" and "women only go for the bad boys" is one that tends to lack self confidence and feels that women owe him for any nice gesture he throws their way.<br />
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16) I once tried a past life regression and it didn't work for me.<br />
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17) I don't like the division that political parties creates in this country. I really don't identify with any one particular party. I have a lot of beliefs from both sides, and it is so difficult to relate to once candidate in particular.<br />
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18) I once went out with a guy who ended up trying to convert me into a Scientologist. That makes for good blog fodder. Some of the things he told me, I don't think I could even repeat.<br />
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19) I also once dated a guy who wanted to take me to the movies, give me flowers and a stuffed animal. And by flowers, a movie and a stuffed animal, I mean, he tried sneaking me into the theater via the exit, and plucked a flower for me out of the flower bed. Did I also mention that he gave me a stuffed animal he swiped from one of his nieces ? (I would bet that it was probably one that he gave to his ex girlfriends, probably even a current one).<br />
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After our "date" he tried making out with me in the parking lot. I don't think he understood why I never returned any of his calls. Thank God, this was over a decade ago and I have learned a few things since then.<br />
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20) My first job was at a drive-thru at Jack-In-The-Box.<br />
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21) I used to rent cars for a living at Enterprise Rent A Car. So many good stories from that gig.<br />
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22) When I rented cars, we were required to wash cars in our nice dress clothes. Creepy men would stand there while us ladies washed the cars. One of the most interesting things I found in one of our cars was forceps and a garbage bag. My boss wanted to call him and tell him that we found his "vag opener".<br />
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23) Of course, when you rent cars you will find the occasional sex toys and porn people leave behind. One genius left her dildo behind and we called her to tell her she left it behind and it was in our lost and found. She never called us back or swung by to pick it up. I wonder why ?<br />
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24) I once worked the night shift at a hotel desk for a few months. It was a good job, but a customer did manage to steal the cash drawer while he lured me away to check on a car. I also once had a guy invite me back to his room "just to talk". He promised he wouldn't cut me up and leave me by the river. How sweet and thoughtful, right ?<br />
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25) When I rented cars, my boss, word for word, would make me ask " Were you completely satisfied with my service?" I had to stand there and say this to grown men who would end up smirking, blushing or turning red. I could barely keep a straight face myself. Bosses can sure be assholes sometimes.<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-15670504896287803052015-08-01T13:44:00.001-07:002015-08-01T13:44:10.504-07:00Ten Things Depressed People Should Know<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
1) Do not get discouraged. This is a very long and arduous journey that you most likely will have for the rest of your life.<br />
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2) You are allowed to have bad days, and you will. When that happens, just call it a day and go watch a movie or relax if you can. Remember that there are only 24 hours in a day.<br />
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3) When you are feeling like shit, just remember that a good moment is around the corner. You typically won't continuously feel like shit without spurts of good moments and days.<br />
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4) Try not to take medication without therapy.<br />
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5) Slow progress is still progress. I used to get so discouraged, but realized later that I will take any progress I get. It adds up over time. And before you know it, you will realize that you have come a long way.<br />
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6) Feelings are not facts. When you feel like shit, or feel like you are worthless, know that is just your mind talking, and you are not your mind. There are no facts. Let the thoughts run in one side part of your brain and out of the other.<br />
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7) When you are feeling happy, and having a good day, be thankful and enjoy it. Do not question it.<br />
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8) Nutrition is extremely important. Adding supplements and more vegetables to my diet has been helpful. So has cutting down on my sugar and breads.<br />
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9) When people tell you that something cured their depression instantly, take it with a grain of salt. I think depression is like an addiction. It gets better and maybe becomes dormant, but it's always there and ready to wreak havoc in your life if you're not careful.<br />
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10) Be open to suggestions and explore different options to ease your depression, but remember that no one person or thing has all of the answers for you. Rely on yourself and your intuition in getting better. </div>
Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-32180587861782129952015-07-30T21:14:00.003-07:002015-07-30T21:14:45.995-07:00Yep, We Were Weird<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello My Little Followers,<br />
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Miss me ?<br />
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Been a while since I've blogged about my cult experience. Since today is Throwback Thursday, I decided I would go back in time, and talk about some of our strange beliefs we were forcefed. Here are ten of them in no particular order. And of course, I have way more, but I don't have all day, so here they are.......<br />
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1) Cats are bad energy. Dogs are good energy, so are lions and tigers, but the domesticated house cat was evil. If you liked cats, you had to keep that to yourself.<br />
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2) Whistling was bad energy, and so was blowing out candles on a birthday cake. Basically, the mouth was considered a source of evil (Read the Bible talking about the evil tongue). So if you had a birthday cake with candles, you had to punch them out. I hated it. I hated that I had to work for my cake on my birthday.<br />
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3) We were not allowed to listen to the radio. The radio was bad energy too. We couldn't listen to music in the house, it was absolute silence. We also had to play The Grand Cuntress' tapes of chanting. So basically if we wanted music, we had to listen to her chanting. Over and over and over.<br />
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4) TV was strictly forbidden too.<br />
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5) When we came home, we had to take off our shoes, bow to her picture, and announce ourselves out loud.<br />
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6) We were not allowed furniture, and we had to share bedrooms. There were 5 people in a master bedroom, or two people in a small room. If you didn't like someone, that's who you got paired up with. We slept on the floor in sleeping bags.<br />
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7) I was not allowed to receive mail at the house. If I had to get mail, I was had to receive it at the martial arts school we trained at. We were also not allowed to ever give out our phone number to the house before cell phones were common.<br />
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8) We were not allowed to have butter, milk or coffee in the house.<br />
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9) You had to write a journal once a week, preferably every day detailing our most intimate secrets. Were we horny ? Did we have a crush on someone ? Did we want to talk about traumatic experiences from the past ? Did we have weird fantasies ? She wanted to know it all. Every sordid detail.<br />
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10) We had house meetings every couple of weeks, discussing new house rules, events, meetings, or any complaints. A lot of those meetings were used for bitching at each other.<br />
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That's all for now,<br />
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Hugs and shimmies !<br />
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Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-39678408291285874932015-07-26T12:52:00.001-07:002015-07-26T12:52:18.057-07:003-Ingredient Pancakes You Need To Try<br /><br />
Hello there My Little Sweet Treats,<br /><br />
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I have had to make major changes to my eating habits since I passed thirty, but I am also a very lazy cook. I am simple minded, and I refuse to drop a ton of money on kitchen gadgets beyond a mixer and blender.<br /><br />
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Not only that, but I really don't like all the prep and clean up involved in creating a dish. In other words, just be happy that you aren't married to me, okay ? Because I am cheap, fast and easy..... In the kitchen that is..........<br /><br />
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So when I found the recipe below for these pancakes, I was totally tingly in my pants. I was a little skeptical, but I made them and was totally blown away. I loved them ! I did add a little bit of almond flour to thicken up the mix a little. But it was cheap, fast, easy and healthy ! I did add a lot of butter on it, and next time I will try it with honey.<br /><br />
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Remind me next time to blog about poaching eggs in under two minutes with just a microwave and a ramiken (Is that how it's spelled ? Oh, who cares).......<br /><br />
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<br />Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-56477018492391688262015-07-21T12:27:00.000-07:002015-07-21T12:27:00.251-07:00My Qualities......................<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"I have three great qualities.............. I am hot AND I am smart".--<br />
- Kelso, That Seventies Show</div>
Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502932336583762729.post-10518008344562134172015-07-20T01:00:00.000-07:002015-07-20T01:00:14.725-07:00Am I the Only One ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Am I the Only One...................<br />
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1) That is not shocked that Bill Cosby had a squeaky clean image and got away with rapes and extramarital affairs for so long, even after people stepped forward ?<br />
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2) That wonders what fellow church goers were doing the night before they showed up for the morning service ? Were they at the club ? Snorting coke ? Cooking dinner with their families ?<br />
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3) That is not shocked that the people with the cleanest images hide some of the most interesting secrets ?<br />
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4) That is suspicious of charities and think that the majority of funds don't actually go to the real cause ?<br />
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5) That wonders how screwed up my therapist is ? Is my therapist more screwed up than me ? Does she even take her own advice ?<br />
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6) That thinks the majority of life coaches I see are full of shit ? Do they even have their lives together?<br />
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7) That thinks that the majority of people that flash their wealth are probably on the verge of bankruptcy ?<br />
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8) That wonders if I am a Negative Nancy, or am I a realist ?<br />
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9) That wonders how I ever thought I had the answers to life in my twenties, and if I will ever get my shit together ?<br />
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10) That reads heated debates about international events (ie Israel, Palestine, etc...) on Facebook or the news and wonder how the hell anyone can really know anything if they don't live there and live it first hand ?<br />
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Can any of you relate ? Or am I really just the only one ?</div>
Senoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13075972193214414769noreply@blogger.com4