The Eve of Halloween

I can’t help thinking, as I don my demon horns and makeup, am I getting too old for Halloween? Am I getting too old to dress up? The only answer I can come up with is hell no. And it’s really more like HELL NO!

I love Halloween. It’s always been my favorite holiday. I love dressing up and becoming someone or something else for a time. We get really creative in my family and I love that it’s brought my family closer because of the time we spend putting our costumes together, making certain pieces from scratch, painting, sewing, gluing, and finding that one specific element that just makes the whole costume work.

When I was little, my mother made my costumes, and they were fabulous. I was Cleopatra once, she made my gold dress with a black sequin trim and took me to Hollywood Toys & Costumes on Hollywood Blvd. for my headdress. I still have it, it was that amazing. Another year I was a can-can girl. I really just wanted a super big and colorful skirt with multi-colored ribbon on the underside, and that’s exactly what she made me.

My mother always told me I could be whatever I wanted, and so on Halloween, I was. There were even numerous birthday parties I had that were costume parties because I couldn’t decide what awesome thing to be for Halloween and since my birthday is in December, I got to be multiple things the same year 🙂

My daughters are 20 & 17 and they still dress up as well. I definitely think that it’s just a part of our lives and not just something that comes along once a year.

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What to Do On a Friday: Meet and Greet!!

It’s a Meet and Greet Party you don’t want to miss! Stop by and say hello!

Dream Big, Dream Often

imagesIt’s Meet and Greet Weekend at Dream Big!!

Ok so here are the rules:

  1. Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post.
  2. Reblog this post.  It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone!  So don’t be selfish, hit the reblog button.
  3. Edit your reblog post and add tags (i.e. reblogging, reblog, meet n greet, link party, etc.), it helps, trust me on this one.
  4. Share this post on social media.  Many of my non-blogger friends love that I put the Meet n Greet on Facebook and Twitter because they find new bloggers to follow.  This helps also, trust me.
  5. And if you leave a link and don’t follow me, how about ya show ole Danny some love?

Now that all the rules have been clearly explained get out there and meet n greet your butts off!

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Art Hero

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mind Reader.”

The person to my left is my Supervisor Leo. Our desks are separated by a mini file cabinet with a printer sitting on top of it. Leo is a graphic designer and he’s got amazing talent. He’s working here because of a steady paycheck, but he’s always thinking about his art and how it can sustain him enough to get the hell outta dodge and just be creative.

He currently works here during the day for somewhere between 8-10 hours a day and when he leaves, he goes home to work on his art projects that people have commissioned him for. He has art clients and has numerous freelance jobs always coming in, but alas, he’s still here.

This is how I know what he’s thinking… because I too am thinking the same thing. I am also a graphic designer, stuck here in this job that has nothing to do with my heart, stuck here just to pay bills (barely), and always thinking of ways to get the hell out.

You should check him out if you have the chance  www.art-hero.com

Third From the Top / Untitled

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Third From the Top.”

So this is an interesting one. The post I got was https://monalysapoet.wordpress.com/2015/10/21/who-everyone-wants/

Third sentence is: You are the brightness amidst the raindrops, the warmth

Here goes:


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Within the darkness of the storm in my mind, I am searching.

I am searching for something to demonstrate that I have not lost all that I hold dear to my heart.

Like a candle in the distance, you are the brightness amidst the raindrops, the warmth glowing ever so slightly, but just enough for me to find my way. However there is something holding me back.

Past emotions can be powerful and fear can be immobilizing, making the search harder and harder as I try to trudge along

step

by

step.

The flame on that little candle seems to be dimming now and I feel that I am losing the battle to the storm. Giant clouds of memories are overflowing my thoughts, drowning out all hope and happiness.

Maybe it’s just time to close my eyes and let the universe take control.

Proud Mama

My youngest daughter finally shared with me something she wrote. I was blown away by her words. Creative writing is something that has been done in my family for generations. We’re big on hugging, talking, laughing, having random dance-offs in the living room, all things “artsy”, and of course, using our words.

She’s taking a creative writing class in school. She’s a high school senior now, and since this is her last year, she said she wanted it to end by doing something she doesn’t usually do. Share her writing. The class will perform over a two night period, on stage, in the theater, in front of everyone that decided to buy a ticket. So this is a huge thing for her. Granted, my littlest baby girl is no shy violet when it comes to performing. She’s been in musical theater since forever and loves to be the center of attention, true to her goofball nature, but this is different. These are her own words she’ll be speaking. This is her own heart she’ll be sharing. And I’m pretty sure I’ll be crying. I cry at everything. And since she already knows this, I hope she’s prepared haha.

#proudmama ❤

Mouths Wide Shut

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mouths Wide Shut.”

I might be a little weird in this regard. I’ve been a pescatarian since January of this year. Meaning, the only meat I eat is of the seafood variety. I wouldn’t say that I’m normally a picky eater, but I do like certain things a certain way.

For example: When having breakfast, lets say we’re having pancakes, sausage/bacon, eggs, toast etc… I can’t have my savory touch my sweet. If syrup touches my eggs or my sausage (when I used to eat it), it repulsed me to the point that I would trade it with someone at the table, or just not eat it at all. Separate plates make this so much easier. But then of course, I’m the one with 3 plates in front of me while every one else has only one. Quirky? Totally. But I KNOW I’m not the only one! There are others out there like me who shudder at the thought of syrupy eggs.

I tried eating a McGriddle once. I think my daughter dared me to take a bite, so I did. No big deal right? Wrong, wrong, wrong! Super gross.

People keep telling me that it all ends up in the same place anyway so it shouldn’t make a difference. But it does! The flavors intermingling with one another don’t give me the pleasure it does to taste everything alone, on its own. Yes, it all goes to the same place, but I enjoy eating, so why not do it the way I want to?

🙂

On another note: I don’t like Jell-O, cherries, milk, chocolate (unless it’s white), or any kind of hot fruit pie.

Dude, don’t lie to me.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Handle With Care.”

I personally HATE being lied to. I would rather hear the truth, even if it hurts to hear it, than to have someone lie to me. Granted, telling me the truth in a harsh manner should be avoided as well.

I don’t have to be treated with kid gloves, but knowing that I am a very emotional person in normal every day situations, please be gentle 🙂

If you don’t like what I’m writing/painting/saying/doing, that’s fine. But there’s no need to be rude about it. I’m perfectly capable of handling the truth. “YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!” Umm, actually, yeah I can…calm down, it’s okay.

Ellipses…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “By the Dots.”

I can’t really explain why, but I love using ellipses… I may even be using them incorrectly, but they are a perfect punctuation in my life.

For example, last night I texted my daughter asking if she’d be staying out for the night or coming home. She’s 20 so it’s not like she has to check in, but I don’t want to hear her coming in at 2am or something if I’m not aware it’s going to happen because hearing the front door open and shut at that time of the night freaks me out. Anyway, I didn’t get a response, no my next text was “…”  which is basically a Hello, I texted you and you didn’t reply… which she knows is a pet peeve of mine haha. I mean really, with the technology today, there’s no reason at all that my children shouldn’t be able to respond to my text within a 5 minute time span. Especially since I know they always have their phones glued to them at any given time…

Back to the prompt… I think ellipses fill in the blanks and even give the reader something to add to whatever it is that I’m writing. Again, that could be incorrect. It’s like, I know you know what I’m trying to say, so why spell it out with such a long sentence? Yes, sometimes things need to be spelled out, however sometimes it’s good to leave you hanging…. 😉