Friday, December 4, 2009

The Job I Wish I Could Have

Well I Would have to say my dream job would be a top notch Game Designer/Film Maker/Comic Book Maker ,all under one roof. The reason be hind it all is because me and my cousin Mike we're complaining about things in "Brothers in Arms:Hell's highway" ,that they should stop promising to the fans about some thing so easy ,but they never go through with it and that got me thinking. And what sold me on the idea was that Mike wanted to be a games designer and for some reason it stared to dish out idea for games, but a couple months later he didn't want to do it anymore, so a couple more months later I had more ideas than i could deal with, so I thought I'll star making the games, so from there ever thing fell in to place. I came up with ainvitational idea to do all three things because of what Marvel Comic were doing with the movie game which was there own film studios. The day I hear of marvel films is the day I became a film maker. So that is kind of my origins story of sorts and the ideas come to paper by drawing my biggest muse. Instead of where normal people would write it down, I draw it down. It is my easiest way to comprehend what I imagine. This is my most beloved dream job. I hope you got a grip on why this my dream job.

Friday, November 20, 2009


The very first time I saw the ocean I felt apprehensive, astonished and shocked. I kept my mouth opened for several hours. After that my feelings are the same, but I would like to see it again.

I remembered that day. I was going from my town to Jalisco. We had to pass over a mountain, and we stopped at the hill. Suddenly there was the ocean!. It was a lot a feet down the mountain, very blue ,moving back and forth. I never saw the end. It was very foggy. At that time my heart started to beat faster. Thump!Thump!
My hands turned yellow and cold,I stopped breathing for a while, and my mind started to imagine horrible things like tsunamis.

I still don't understand why I am afraid of water!

Friday, October 23, 2009

My wrong turn in life.

When i was younger in school it was the eleventh grade. All that was left is one more year to go. I took a wrong turn,hung out with bad people, got into a lot of trouble. Was in plenty fights in and out of school till finally was suspended for good. My mother was very upset with my choices in life, so she said either you go back to school, or get a job. So i went to work for the first time at 16 years old as a prep cook. If i could turn back time school would have been my first choice to complete. But after all i would have never got the chance to become the great chef i am today.Now my new goal is to get my GED and go straight to college for culinary art. I really love cooking for people, i think its a real art. Plus, i want to learn everything about ice sculpting , baking fancy cakes and pies. I want to learn more of what i love to do and become one-of-kind greatest chef. Most of all want to make my children and mother happy and to be very proud of what i have done with my life.

Friday, October 16, 2009

The longest month of our lives.

There are moments in life, when twisted turns change your life.For good or for bad, but those experiences always make you wiser . I'm going to tell what happened to my family-(My husband Ruben, My daughter Scarlet, My son Gary and I.

About 3 years ago, some one called my husband at 6 a.m in the morning. It was my brother in law telling my husband that my father in law was very ill and he wanted to see him. he had melanoma, is a tipe of cancer, that can spreed all over your body quickly. My father in law requested that he needed to see his son , maybe for the last time, because he was the only one far away from him. at that moment Ruben, knew that he had to go to meet him.

We went all the way down to Juarez , Mexico. The first thing to do is to get a permit, from the Mexican custom office. But my husband learned that, since he had only a tourist visa he could not have the permit for the two cars. He was desperate in that moment his father was dying and now this problem . But at the exit of the custom office a man started to honk his horn; my husband stopped. He approached to us and and told him."I can help you, I'm a custom officer my self". Ruben thought he was his savior. the men told us he would fix all the papers and permits that we needed.

We stayed for two days in a motel waiting for him to arrived with the papers, and he did, but he send another person, it was another man,so he put the papers on the cars windows, this person , was so nervous, like he was hiding something so Ruben told him ' 'T hank's for everything you are done for us ". The man made a face , like if he was feeling bad for us. Then he just asked for the money and left. They charged us $800.00 dllrs. When we cross, the first custom station. The officers approached to my husband by the window side, and told him, "where are you going guero". (that means Blondie). My husband answered, "To Guadalajara because my father is dying". They looked at him with a face of doubt,and said, "Show me your permits and the cars papers". Ruben did what he was asked to do.

Then they started to laugh and said"This permits are fake, you are going to jail guero". My husband was surprised. He didn't now the papers were fake. He started sobbing and told them, "Please my father is dying, and I need to go and be by his side". They chuckled and said, "If your father is going to die you can't do nothing about it, But maybe we can fix this problem some how". They wanted the things we had inside of our car, like a t.v. set and a d.v.r that Ruben brought to sell for some the expenses of the funeral and the trip, but he told them, "No, am not going to make more mistakes. If you are going to take me to prison just do it " They started to whisper to each other, and then turn to my husband and say "We are going to let you go, so you can return to Juarez, and fix your problem".

Maybe those officers touch their hearts, I would never know. We returned to Juarez and tried to sell our cars , but no one offered a fair price. So we decided,to go to the airport and take a plane, but they didn't had flights that day.

Ruben decided to rent a van and leave are cars at the airport parking lot. The car that we rented had license plate of Coahuila, Mex, so nobody stooped us in the way to Guadalajara. It took us 32 hours to be in the city, we rode all the way to the hospital of Guzman, city were my father in law was. My husband got inside of the room looked at his father, for the first time in 6 years and told him "It's me Ruben don't you re recognize me", but he couldn't focus his sight and he couldn't speak either, he moved his eyes side ways like wondering where his son was, Ruben approached near him and gave him a kiss and whispered in the ear, " Don't be afraid of dead dad because you're going to be better with god in heaven", and your agony is going to end.

With a broken eye a drop of tear fell down to his cheek. He was breathing fast at first but when Ruben told him all those words, while he caressed his face and later hug him, he started to breath more calmed. When I entered to his room and sow him, I started to yelled and broke in tears, while my mother in law was holding me I stared to asked with a broken voice " why God let people suffer like this ". He wasn't my father but it hurt like he was my blood. Maybe from another life , don't ask me why but it hurt so deep inside of my heart and I only knew him for about a month but he already had a place in my life.

That night we went to rest, waiting for tomorrow to see him again, but we found out he just passed away. Ruben and his siblings prepared everything for the funeral, many people came to my husband childhood house, to pray for my father in law soul, that's the way Catholic people in Mexico, are accustomed to. While the people were inside , I had to wait in are car with my son, because he was to restless and he'll made noise inside of the house and could annoy the guest. So we waited out side for about 10 hrs until next morning. Next day it was time to go to the cemetery to say the last prayer and the last good bye. We spended 1 more day and later we returned to Juarez for our cars and to returned the rented car.

Next morning my sister's husband arrived by airplane to Juarez, he came to help us because he is a resident of U.S.A. And he could easily take the cars to California. We traveled by bus to Tijuana and I was able to see my sister that I miss so much, we stayed for two weeks then we cross San Isidro border by the sentry box everything was getting better, so we went to visit my mom, she lives at Bonita, California. I was so happy to see her because I miss her so much. But we had to say good bye again.

After that we headed to San Bernardino Cal. where my husband's aunt lives, she loaned us some money because we thought to take our children to Disney land, I thought they could relaxed and forget the hard moments of these unfortunate events, wish in they struggled, most of it my youngest one, he was 2 years old at that time. I have to say " They had the best time of their lives". My little son was surprised of the parade and the rides, but his big sister felt if she was at home , because she had gone before.

We were ready to go to our home at Colorado Springs, so we hit the road. We had the two cars and everything was almost O.K. because with the lost of my father in law my poor husband didn't have time to grief. He looked so strong, he is the kind of man that doesn't cry.

We were at the road and passing the last tunnel, we thought now we are o.k because this is Golden, Colorado. We could see the city view of Denver, Colorado the lights twinkling in the dark of the night, all of the sudden the car that we were towing, slipped with the icy road and sweep us away it made the car to crush in to a cement wall, close to the deep ravine . I just closed my eyes and "Said what ever you want for us, it's o.k with me dear God" and my husband said "Please help us God".

The car we were towing got detached from the car we were riding and roll over and ended destroyed. When I opened my eyes I toughed we were dead but surprising every body was fine, physically but emotionally every body was destroyed. I jumped out of the car opened the door and grabbed my son's car seat with him on it, I ran to a safer place because the cars were passing be so fast, my husband grabbed my daughter by the broken window.

It was like if dead was following us, no body wanted to stop it was 3am and then a Grand Caravan pulled over at the road shoulder. It was a elder gentleman he looked worry for us , he asked us " every body its o.k ? do you need help?". He happened to be a ex police man. When the ambulance and the firefighters came over, my husband was in a shock he couldn't speak he was just holding my son like staring with his sight lost , with his big green eyes wide open. I did all the talking with the officers, paramedics and the fire fighters.

They asked me "Is every body o.k" and I answered yes and then they depart . The gentleman who stopped, give us a ride to Denver we stayed in a hotel waiting for a friend to pick us up at 6:00 we were on are way to Colorado Springs. Finally once we were in Springs we start all over again with no money and no cars "Thank God we pay in advance the rent of the apartment and I left food in the frizzier " (The most important thing was that we were alive).

My poor son ended with postraumatic stress, but he is much better now and mi daughter cried for six months, my husband didn't had time to Griff and sometimes his eyes turn red when he start to remember his papa and his home town. The bruises of are body disappear, but the ones we have inside are hearts and memory, those just time will erase them. (So always try to be positive, because in a blink of an eye life can change. ) Things that I learned: to be more stronger, less naive, to save money and be grateful for every thing I have.

"Dedicated to an angel that watch for all of us from heaven " Porfirio Guizar De La Cruz .

What is your dream job? Why?

My dream job is a teacher because when I was young one of my elementary school teachers who inspired me. So long ago, but even today, still she is inside of my memory.

She was a very young, neat, bright, sparkled, fresh, and always smelled good. Sometimes, I went to her and didn't say anything just looked at her or sat down next to her. I don't know why I liked her a lot, but I know one thing she was very patient and always had a good smile on her face.

One day, I could not afford to have my lunch so I tried to go outside. She asked me, "Where are you going to?" I said to her, "I just want to go out side. Then she said again, "Where is your lunch?" I looked at her she asked me again and she came to me, held my hand, walked through her desk, then opened her lunch box, and gave to me half of her lunch. I didn't know what to do, but I was so hungry and I looked her lunch box; she had good food in there. I could not believe what I saw in her lunch box!

To me never ever seen all good food such dry seaweed, egg roll, sausage, etc.,
But guess what? After I had eaten her lunch, I was sick couple of days because from my house I never ate those stuff. After that happened, I liked my teacher's kindness and thoughtfulness very much. I think she was a good role model for me and other children who saw her actions with me.

Now, I am a grown person sometimes I sit down think about my old days, I can remember that day. In many times, I ask to myself if I am going to be in that situation can I do that like my teacher did for me?

Even today, I am working with children. I don't think I have that much of patience, passion, and love. A lot of times, I think this is my job to do so I just do my work without love or careless. Also many times, I ask myself do I really want to be a teacher with all that responsibilities? But at the bottom of my heart I really want to be a teacher because many children don't know who is their parents or some of them are growing up with single mom or dad. Therefore, many of children are missing very important stuff such as how to respect public, friends, parents, or older people.

In my opinion, if we don't teach them now, think about it twenty or thirty years later what it's going to be? In the future those young children will take over our country without what is right and wrong, I think they are completely lost their directions. That's why I would like to be a teacher- to do my best and teach the young children as much as I know and my experience from my life.

Friday, October 9, 2009

In each different culture there is a type of Tomar.

I will never forget when the doctor said. "Congratulations Lorena you are pregnant." I felt many emotions during the first few moment, but I was mostly happy and scared. A wave of happiness crashed over me, because I could finally be able to have a little boy. (I already had two girls). I was also scared because when I was twenty a horrible thing happened to me. I was pregnant with my first son and unfortunately he was born dead at eight months. Through out my entire pregnancy I was nervous. I did not want that to happen to me again. One day I came to school and one of the teachers gave me a little Virgin Mary and told me to wear it under my clothes all the time. She said that she would protect me. She also told me that everything would turn out fine. When she was pregnant, she wore it all the time. Later I put little red lace shaped like a ribbon in mi bra. Supposedly the color red is good luck for the the baby. Some people believe that it prevents the baby from having birth defects. I changed the lace every day when I took a shower. I am Catholic and believe strongly in the Virgin Mary and thank God my son is very healthy and about to turn three. I thank the Lord for everything. The same tomar that I used I gave to my friends Daysi when she was pregnant.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

On the Radio!


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Wednesday, October 7, 2009

the pakul

Ok, so yeah, the pakul is a "men's" hat. But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun!

Friday, October 2, 2009


I'm going to tell you that maybe I took a wrong turn or maybe not in my life. Now, I am happy with my husband and my two kids. We try to have fun always, leave out of the house and travel. So I love them so much, but if God could give me other opportunity to go back to my past and take another turn, I would.Because I am not sorry for having my babies and getting married, just because I got married so young.I was only 17 .I think about all that my mother told me in all her advices.Also I could have been finished high school too, with not worries like who will take care of my kids, if I got to the school? , or if I am in school I am thinking about were they?,will they cry or not? and these things don't let me pay attention at 100% at my teacher and I can't learn all. So other way if I would have been in my house with my mom it would have been different, no worries or distractions, but always we think when we did it , why ? I dont know.So, I know that I don't have another opportunity to start againg.the only thing I can do is to be happy, cheer, and not to be sad and work to grow up with my own family.

3-18-2009 The Passing of a Friend

March 18, 2009 was an ordinary day. In fact it was a day after my birthday. I turned eighteen on March 17. But on March 18, 2009 a really dear friend passed away.

August 21, 2006, Aaron Alan Edmiston became a freshman at Mesa Ridge High School. He and I were enrolled in the ROTC program there. He loved it, but I did not. We wore uniforms that were heavy and black and we could not even breathe. He went to competition in New Mexico that same year. He told me it was so loud there and it was so cold. So cold you can see your breath. I could hardly understand him because he lost his voice.

March 7, 2007, rolls around and it was the day of the Navy Ball. Navy Ball was an amazing dance. Hearing the music and feeling it beat your body around. From what I heard in the past the Navy Ball was way better then the Homecoming dance. Homecoming was fun but I loved Navy Ball. The downside of it was that we had to wear uniforms. But I did not care because in ten days was my birthday. I was turning fifteen so I was pretty excited.

May 22, rolls up and it was the last day of hell (or as the teachers and the school liked to put it as, Freshmen year). Summer was finally here and I was so happy because I had no school and I had no job for I was only a kid. I hung out with Aaron a lot during the summer. He was so cool and everywhere we would go he'd always wear a hat. That kid never took off that hat. But he was a great guy. He never meant to do anything wrong in his life but noone's perfect.
August 21, 2007 comes after a long hot summer. School begins and we were sophomores. The bell goes off and the students go to class. The halls were packed full of students. The final bell rings and any student caught out in the halls or out of class would get written up. Aaron and I were in ROTC again this year. But we had fun because we went to competition together with forty more cadets. It was in New Mexico again this year. We also played pranks on all of our high ranking officers and our teachers. Wow! You should have seen Aaron's face when I dropped a water balloon on my CO (commanding officer). The balloon was filled up with water and lotion. I got in so much trouble. I had to do so many push-ups I thought my arms were going to fall off.

Before I knew it , I was at 98 push-ups. I started to tear up and I was screaming the number. My CO was laughing her butt off. I still think she hates me. Aaron on the other hand was having a great time. Well we were done with the competition and we took home twenty-four first and second place trophies! We were so happy but my arms still hurt.

May 22, school's finally out and we are no longer sophomores. Summer finally starts yet again and I got to sleep in. Some days Aaron and I went to the movies for two reasons. One to enjoy a good movie and two to try and pick up girls. But this summer went by really fast. Before we knew it we went out and bought supplies for school. We couldn't find all the stuff we needed so we went to different places.

August 22, 2008, is here and school is back yet again. Just to annoy us I believe. But Aaron didn't really mind. He loved school because he was able to hang out with his friends and be in ROTC. He always made people laugh. Then before we knew it Navy Ball was here again. March 7, 2009, the Navy Ball was back. The music played, the cadets danced, and the teachers...Well they just watched. We took a break from dancing and announced the Navy Ball king, queen, prince, and princess. Aaron was the Navy Ball prince.

March 17, 2009, my birthday finally arrived. I was officially eighteen. I knew anything that I did wrong could put me in prison. But I didn't care because I was eighteen and I had no worry in the world. But the next day all hell broke loose. It was an ok day for me. Everything was going great. For Aaron it was a different story. He got in trouble for vandalizing some cars throughout his neighborhood. Him and two other cadets got in trouble with the law. I never knew what had happened until the next day.

March 19, 2009, this was a sad day for me and so many. My mom and dad went to work early that morning , but I stayed home because I felt "sick". 10:00 a.m. rolled around and I heard a knock on my front door. I wondered who the hell it was. So I answered it and it was my friend Kris. He was panicked and he sounded like he had been crying for awhile. I thought to myself "Why is Kris crying? He never crys." That's when I recieved the terrible news. I started to cry. The way Kris gave me the news he said, in a voice that was horse like he had been crying, he told me, "Last night Aaron got into a lot of trouble." I asked him, " Why are you crying though?" He replied, with tears running down his face, "Aaron killed himself!" That's what got me. My friend! My brother! Gone! Killed himself!

Aaron's passing was a strong and painful thing. I miss him. Everyone misses him. Mesa Ridge and ROTC will never be the same again. Not without Aaron being there.
Rest In Peace Aaron 5-27-1992 - 3-18-2009.
Good bye my brother.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Dear Greg Mortenson

I see you was talking about humanity , racism and kids.
The humanity is what people can give to another.
Like you gave to all the people in Korphe.
The school is a place where all the people can learn.
You heart is full of humanity.
You also found out the racisim from the
people in the USA. They did bad things like put the trash can
over his head and slapped it because he came from Africa.
You always help the kids to teach them in math.
When they were sick he geve medicine. You took good
of them.
I think You are a very nice person . I want to tell you
thank you for sharing this wonderful story with all
the people , and you experience.

Dear, Mr. Greg Mortenson

I thought your book was very knowledgeable. And more people so follow that almost infant way of thinking, not say your an infant. But I mean that simple way of thought. You don't care about what race, religion, or creed someone is for you to befriend them , you like or dislike someone on the way they treat you. And I can respect that. I'm sorry for the lose of your sister and father. I could not imagine what pain you went through, and are still going through and losing them both in such a short time frame, my condolences. OK let's move on to a happier note. You are doing a great thing not just for the people of Afghanistan and Pakistan but for mankind
and the world , who knows you could have given an education to the doctor who will create the cure for Cancer, who knows. so keep it up and hear from you soon.
Your friend:Virgil
P.s. : Don't Screw Up ! , lol, jk.

Things from the past that make me happy today.

I am Native American Indian. Sioux (Lakota, Hunkpapa, and Asinaboin.) Also I am Cherokee. My family and I have many things that represent our heritage. For example, my E-Nah(mom) has the family crystal that has Indian carvings in it. It's covered with a little blanket with our family tree on it. Me, I have a dream catcher that my little cousin River gave me, and a choker that my grandma Fawn gave me before she died. When my little cousin River was eleven years old, he made me this dream catcher for my fifteenth birthday present. It is a beautiful one at that. It is made out of leather(brown) and beads(blue, green, yellow, and red) the colors of the Medicine Wheel. At the end it has a feather from a hawk, and in the middle it has buffalo skin to hold the whole entire thing together. I keep my dream catcher above my head so that when I sleep, I'll have incredible dreams instead of nightmares. It works!!!! When I look at it, it makes me smile because of who it came from, also because it makes me feel safe.The choker that my grandma Fawn gave me doesn't do anything but remind me of our past before she had died. My favorite memory about my grandma is, she would always take me to the bead store when we had lived in Manitu Springs. She then always took me to my favorite restaurant called "The Loop" for lunch. We did this every Thursday and Saturday. They were the happiest moments in a granddaughter's life.(Well mine anyway). My choker is beautiful. It has creamy white beads along with dark brown beads and golden beads. The charms on it are golden feathers. I don't wear it a lot, only when my family and I go to the reservations in Montana. I keep it hanging on my wall with my first teddy bear which is a angel grizzly bear. I call him Mr. Jingles. I am grateful for my heritage symbolized belongings. I miss my grandma and I love my little cousin. These two things are from the past, but still make me happy to this day.

Keyonna Todd

Dear Greg Mortenson...

After I read your book-Three Cups of Tea-actually not finish yet...
I was amazed many ways. First is your courage, second is your humanity, and third is your life.
When I read this book, sometimes I imagine "If I were Greg...". But my answer is always "No,I can't!". If I belonged to your parents...that could be. Because your parents were you.
You didn't command about your religion, but I could guess. They might be a Christian-kind of
ministry of Africa. And their humanity could influence you. Your parents challenge to me.
I want to be a great parents who has a good influence to my children, friends, and neighbors.
By the way, when did you marry? and when did you have your children?
I supposed you are single. Because you are always busy. Come and go,here and there...
Love is great! and you are great,too! Haha~~
I remind how powerful the American-especially English. By you building school in Korphe,they
can learn about America and speak English. How amazing! Pakistanis can speak English...
Near future, the English will become a common language all over the world!
Lots of American are proud of you. And many Pakistanis thank you.

To Mr. Greg Mortenson

Dear Mr. Greg Mortenson:

My name is Song. I am so glad to meet you through the book. The book's title is Three Cups of Tea that book you wrote. When I started to read this book, I thought just one of 3rd world countries stories, so I kind of ignored it, but I was wrong. It brings my attention and challenge to me. When I was young, my dream to go out there helping people who need my help, but I did not have chance to do it. By the way, I am so proud of you and your family. Even though you want to help the Pakistan people or their children, without your family support that is impossible. However, I am glad because we have people like you, so we can change our lives better and we can teach our next generation. Also, when you went out there (West Side Elementary School) and gave them one hour speech that was really a success. Those children brought over six hundred pennies. you must have done a great speech, so those children opened their minds for other countries children. In my opinion, you did a great job; therefore, you and those who helped you in the very beginning of your mission, you are a hero for all of us. You're getting a big hand from all of us and thank you so much from the bottom of my heart!


Song Hilyard

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Three Cups of Tea - Writing Assignment for Chapter 9: Hunting Ibex

Please choose one of these topics.

1. Twaha gave Greg a tomar to protect him on the glacier during the hunt. Do you have anything like a tomar? What is it? Where did you get it? Where do you keep it? What does it mean for you?

Write about it. Explain as many details about it as you can.

2. Greg said that his life would have been less interesting if he hadn’t taken the wrong turn and ended up in Korphe. Have you ever taken a “wrong turn”, or perhaps had something happen to you that was bad at first, but turned out to make your life more interesting?

Write about what it is you did, or what happened to you, and explain how it has made your life more interesting.

3. Write a letter to Greg Mortenson. You can share with him your thoughts about the book, about his life, or whatever. You can also ask him any questions that you may have.

I look forward to reading your posts over the next couple of weeks!

Thursday, September 17, 2009


While searching the Internet, I found some amazing videos!

Try this one!

And this one!

There's even a music video!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Chapter 6 - Hard Way Home

In order to practice the art of FLUENCY while reading, I gave you all a section from Chapter 6 in Three Cups of Tea to practice, and then read aloud to the class. I was so absolutely impressed with your expression and pronunciation! I enjoyed listening to you, instead of you listening to me! :)

Let me know if you would like to do this activity again. This also looks interesting. Hmmm....what do you think?

In addition to FLUENCY, we also practiced VOCABULARY. Before reading Chapter 6, each group discovered the words they did not know in their text, and then had to figure out a way to teach them to the class. Here are some photos from that day!

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Three Cups of Tea

We have been reading Three Cups of Tea in our class. Here is a picture of one of the schools that is being built, thanks to Greg Mortenson. Click on the photo to see it even bigger!

If you would like some more information about the book, you can go to Greg Mortenson's website and look around. There are also some great photos!

He even has a blog!

When browsing through a blog or a website, make sure you take time to really look and read.

I was wondering what your feelings were about the book so far, or about any thoughts you have from looking at the links above.

Leave your thoughts or feelings in the comments!

Friday, April 10, 2009

The 4th of July that I Remember the Most

The 4th of July I remember the most is in the year 1986. That day at 5:00 p.m. on the 4th of July was so important because that day I got married. I remember we had a party outside my house on the street. Everybody in the neighborhood went to the dinner. We played music, and danced, and had fun. That day was also my birthday. So every 4th of July my family and I celebrate because it is my birthday and my anniversary and also my birthday. So that 4th of July is memorable to me.

The System

Hi, my name is Manny. Let me give you a little outlook of how I see things. Are you a single mother, and have applied for government assistance and got denied? Or even had to do paper work over and over because your info got lost? It is frustrating right? I believe that people who really need help, who have a child or children, who can not pay bills, have nothing to eat, and have no babysitter, should have priority over someone who lives with 6-7 others, has some food, and has a sitter to watch their child or children to look for a job. I believe it is not fair, and action needs to be taken. I am curious what you all think. Feel free to leave a comment.

Friday, March 13, 2009

My Life Is Weather

My life is based on the weather

I'm like the sun that sits so bright

I'm like the rain when I cry at night

I'm like the wind every time I blow

I'm like the snow just with a little flow

All I can tell you - don't get caught in the weather

Please Try

Don't Give Up

By Ricky Murphy

"Unforgettable Surprise"

The time was steadily similar to the other days. I was working at a clothing store and that days were so busy because is was Christmas time. The store was suffused with customers and I did my job hastily.

This day was my birthday, but I was not waiting for something special. I knew it was my birthday, but my family didn't have enough money to make me a party and can understand this. I not to reproach anything.

When the day was over and I finished my job, I said bye to my friends. I strode on the street to reach my house. When I told to my mom, " mom I'm here", she asked me if I could search for something ( I can't remember what ) in the living room. I said OK, but when I opened the door where it was, the light was off. When I put it on, there were all my friends and family and they shrilled, " Happy Birthday!" and sang it too. My heart was quivering and I couldn't stop crying. It was very moving and unexpected for me. It was beautiful.

It was my unforgettable surprise.

Friday, March 6, 2009


Yesterday, I had an appointment for an ultrasound at 12:15am. I was very anxious to be there. I would find out about my new baby and I was nervous too. I was seated with my mother-in-law. We were waiting when suddenly the nurse called me to go inside. We went and began with the ultrasound. The nurse asked me if I wished to know what I'm going to have: boy or girl. Of course I said "yes". She saw and said, "It's a boy". I felt very happy and I wanted to cry and this is another happy moment that I'm never going to forget.

When I Was a Teen

When I lived in Mexico and I was a teen, I met with my friends in the plaza every day. We played volleyball, talked, and were around. I really miss those times in my beautiful City Carachurio. One day I remember I was mad at my friends. They were only girls so I switched to the men's volleyball team. They were so scared, you know the men are stronger than women. For that day I felt glorious, but after that I felt sorry for my friends. However, I gave them a lesson. I wish the time never past. That was my best time as a teen. I am keeping this good times in my memory. I shared my good time in my little town to my kids.

Friday, February 20, 2009


In my town it never snows and I sincerely never imagined that I would get the opportunity to see snow or enjoy it's sensational sense.

Before having the experience of seeing snow, and enjoying the glorious nature, I didn't have any idea of how it happened, but now I can explain to my family how this happens.

I can also describe the funny anecdote that happen in Colorado Springs. Something that I can't forget is when my parents saw snow for the first time. It was on July, 2007. We took them to Cripple creek to play in casinos.

My parents couldn't believe it so my Mom picked up a chunk of Snow to feel and let it melt in her hand. It was a special moment because it was like when a baby discovers something new.

I will never forget the first time my parents saw snow.

Woman to Woman Encouragement

Someone will always be prettier.
They will always be smarter.
Their house will be bigger.
They will drive a better car.
Their children will do better in school.
And their husband will fix more thing around the house...

So let it go, and love you and your circumstances.

The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart.
And the most highly favored woman on her job may be unable to have children.
And the richest woman you know she's got the car, the house, and the clothes, might be lonely.

And the word says if I have not love, I am nothing. So, again love you love who you are right now and let God be your barometer. Mirror Him. Look in the mirror in the morning and see how much of God you see. He's the only standard and even when you come up short; He will not leave you or forsake you. Smile and may God continue to bless you...

I am to blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed!
The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor...

The one who kneels to God can stand up to anything.

Winners make things happen.
Losers let things happen.

Be Blessed ladies and pass this on to encourage another woman...
To the world you might be one person, but to one person you just might be the world.

Author Unknown

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Does anyone have a story to publish today? I hope so! We need some new reading material.

Here's a little assignment for you today, if you so choose to do it. We have learned a plethora of new words over the past two weeks. (What do you think "plethora" means? Can you figure it out from context?) :-)

I'm going to list some of them here. Choose one or two and write sentences using that word in the comments. I'll be happy to look them over for you before publishing if you would like.

strode on
suffused with

Have fun!

Friday, February 6, 2009


Everytime I see through window falling snow,

I feel at ease like a baby is sleeping with a smile.

Early in the morning, when I see the fallen snow

during the night, I shout for joy, "Snow is fallen !"

Then I call all families to look at the fallen snow.

I look around at my house covered with snow.

All is white,calm,and peace.

My mind is easy also.

All the world is loneliness.

I pray for happiness to my family.

Last Monday the snow fell in Colorado Springs.

Suddenly I thought into memory to my homeland that snow is falling .

I felt homesick.

But I like to see falling snow.

Friday, January 30, 2009


I remember when I was a child. One day in the morning my family and I were sleeping yet. My mom woke up and saw at the window and suddenly yelled, "Oh! it's snowing, it's snowing! Every body come see it". My brothers and I woke up so fast as a rabbit to run and look out the window. It was so beautiful for us because in my country we never had seen snow. It was the first time. My brothers and I went out to play with the snow and my mom came too. She looked like a child like us playing and playing. We were very happy that day and every time I remember that, I feel happiness and I feel like a child again.

Friday, January 23, 2009


On December 26, 2008. We went to California. We had to go because my daughter Lorenita needed her passport and her Dad lives there.
We left Colorado at 11:30 am. In just five hours, with in our trip it started to snow. The road was dangerous. My husband drove only 35 m/h. because the road was white. We could only see the tire tracks of the other cars. The traffic was moving slowly.
My children and I were scared and excited. Scared because it was the first time we saw the snow like that specially driving on along trip, but excited because we were going to see my brothers, sister, niece, and nephews. They live Indio, Cal.
After approximately 2 hrs the road was better. It took us 20 hrs from Colorado to Indio, Cal. We arrived at my sister's house at 6:00 am. on Saturday. We immediately rested 4 hrs.
After that we went to meet Lorenita's brother and sister and two hrs later returned at my sister's house. The next day early in the morning. We went to a little farm We saw cows,chickens, ducks, goats, turkeys, donkey,mules, peacocks, a road, a horse, and a pony.
The next day we went to get Lorenita's passport. Later we going to shopping at a Mall.
On December 31, we went to my brother's house to celebrate new years. The next day my daughter went with my brother and her cousin to Glamis. They rode the dune buggy. My husband and kids went to a party at the little farm. We ate grilled beef, we also danced.
On Friday we arrived at Colorado 12:00 pm. The road was very dangerous, but the important thing was that family and I had fun on our short vacation.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Hello! My name is Ofelia.
If I were a color, I'd be white.
The color of the snow and the clouds with a sunny day.
My favorite place is the forest.
Breathing the fresh air, to be relaxed.
My favorite snack is ice cream.
To taste in my tongue how sweet is the flavor.
I really get upset when the people
try to have the control of my life.
I love my life and my family,
if they couldn't stay with me,
I will not be happy.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Black Friday

Ta,rararara,ra rang the alarm clock at 3:30 a.m. on Friday the 28Th. I had decided to wake up earlier in the dawn. It was a snowy morning but the past night, " Thanksgiving day", I was having a discussion with my sister Aracely. We would go to the stores to take advantage of the offers that some shopping centers were giving to increase their sales. All was going well. I picked up my sister at her house, And we were ready to go shopping but suddenly, " Oh my God!" the brakes wouldn't respond. The road was frozen. That was a horrific moment for us, (for me because I was driving), but we continued. We took Powers Blvd. because I thought it was a crowded street and it would stay clean of ice, but suddenly we were in trouble again. The truck seemed to stay in an ice trail. " God, God!" I said. " I need your help to control the truck!". Maybe God listened to my pleas because we could continue.
Finally we arrived at our destination: Kohl's store, but when we were inside I commented to my sister Aracely: " I'm here, but maybe I can't see or find anything. I'm nervous and scared still".
Later we were shopping, but when we were ready to pay " Oh, oh!" the lines was around the store, and we needed to wait for almost 90 minutes. " Patience, patience", I said. Finally we finished and left Khol's. After that we decided to go to the Citadel Mall to continue our shopping.
When we arrived we expected another full place, but to our surprise, there were not too many people there, and we walked to the stores in tranquility. Our shopping took around two more hours, and after that we were bored and tired, so we decided to go back to our houses. We arrived at my house around 12:30.
It was a stressful black Friday! .