Saw my Dad on Sunday with the kids..
Even though he doesn't remember the time we were with him, he was happy..
Xavier turned 10 on Saturday, double digits! I know I should feel old, but nope! I don't.
We all played Portal 2 all day Saturday, till 2am... You couldn't pry us away from it.
I'm glad I don't own it, I'd never get anything done.
Having fun writing this pilot. At the dinner table I told Marcy, Jude and the kids about it. They laughed and when I was done, Alaila (7 yrs old) said, "Wow Yiayia, I felt like I just watched the show."
Really, could there be a better compliment!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Kitty
My Kitty grew up in a quiet San Diego neighborhood and spent most of her days outside
on roof tops, trees, lounging around and catching small animals to bring home to me.
Once she brought a mouse in my room at 4 in the morning. She sat at the end of my bed
with this scared mouse in her mouth. Needless to say when I woke up I screamed, kicked my feet trying to back up.
Poor Kitty was startled, the mouse dropped from her mouth, bounced off the blanket and went flying with one of my kicks.
*scratches head*
Not sure we ever found it?
Kitty never understood why I'd freak out when she'd bring me these gifts.
And she brought me many.
We ended up moving out of my home and she stayed at my sister's for five months till I found our new apartment in LA.
I'd drive to San Diego to spend time with her and my kids.
The first time I came to see her, it had been a month. I slept on my sister's couch and Kitty slept by my side, or on my head. She knew I would always be back, after that.
Finally, I was able to take her home. We had a two and a half hour drive.
Oh geez! That was the longest white knuckle ride ever!!
She settled into our new home pretty good. No backyard or roof tops to jump, though. No more presents to bring home..
A few months later, I took her outside for the day. I couldn't tell if she liked it or was freaking out. The g-kids were over and we video taped her walking around yowling.. We laughed. She liked it.
The kids went swimming all day and Kitty kicked back in the scrubs. It was difficult getting her down the stairs and outside, then back up again, later..
But I did get one cool kitty photo..
This was on
8-27-10
I could tell she missed her freedom.
she'd look out the window all the time..
She'd go on the balcony to use her kitty box.. You could almost touch the trees...
And on Wed
3-30-11 she thought she could, but it had been a year since she jumped and climbed trees. She was a lot heavier too, my fat Kitty.
She misjudged the branches and tumbled down part way? I'm only guessing. She stayed there for quite sometime..
Justin realized he wasn't able to get her from the balcony and ran outside but she was already down from the trees.
Did she fall? I don't know? Most likely..
From my 3rd floor you can see how thick the brush and bamboo trees are on the the hillside, but Justin climbed his way up it to find her. She finally came to him and he carried her home. He had to jump down a 10 foot wall with her in his arms and she dug her claws into him, probably from both fear and pain.
I came home from work that night and went to bed.
Sometimes Kitty slept in the living room so it wasn't unusual if I didn't see her, but the morning was another thing. I came out in the living room and she didn't greet me?
I woke Justin and that's when I found out what happen.
She was hiding under my bed the whole time.. I had no idea.
I stayed with her on the rug. She seemed pretty bruised up but nothing looked or felt broken.
And now I had to go to work.
*worried*
Justin and Zoe watched her while I was gone and Justin would text me updates..
Justin's my daughter's boyfriend.
*Good kid*
Justin- Thurs 3-31
9:02 pm
(text)
The cat's walking around now and eating her food and drinking her water. She's in the living room now, so I don't think anything is broken or nothing bad like that, but she's probably got some bruising and what not. I'm sure she'll be fine.
Me- Thanks for letting me know. I'm on my way home.
Justin- The kitty stinks soooooo bad tho like she pee'd and vomited tho! See you later
Man,
did the apartment smell really bad. I called her and she came out from under the couch. She was so sore, but I was home and she wanted to see me. She took two steps and rested, then after a few minutes took a few more till she was in my room.
I moved everything in there so she didn't have to go far.
This one was on Fri 4-1
7:33 pm
Justin sent this photo
(text)
Me- she must be hot, wet her down with a face cloth. She likes that.
Justin- Oooo, I think she liked that. she's nice and damp now.
4-2
3:31 pm
(text)
Justin- Kitty came out to the couch to watch TV and get pet :)
Me- Oh yaaay!
Sat 4-2
6:23 pm
(text)
Justin- Look, Kitty has her paw in the wala bowl!
Kitty seemed to be doing better each day. Not great, just better.
She was drinking water and peeing in her litter box.
Twice I filled the tub with a couple of inched of water and called her over.
Her fur felt dirty and she still smelled bad.
*internal bleeding??*
Both times she jumped in and let me wet her down. She was such a clean Kitty, but now? The bath tub was easier for her.
Sun 4-3 She was able to jump up and down off my bed, but I was still worried because she wasn't eating or pooping and it had been 5 days... I knew she would be okay if she would just eat..
Tues 4-5 I had the day off, Brett came by for a little while, the kids needed help with the car and we were in and out all day.
Me and Kitty had this thing, every time I'd sit on the toilet
*Shhhh* Just listen..
She'd come by my legs so I could pet her from head to tail, then she'd turn around and let me do this again.
She let me do that on Tues. and later that night she came up on my bed, cozied next to me and I just kept petting her. She went on her corner and we went to sleep.
Wed 4-6 I woke up and she wasn't on my bed. She was back lying on the tile around the toilet.
I got ready for work and she came over to me as I was about to leave.
She wanted to be near me. She sat up and looked at me.
10:30am
I bent over, pet her head and said "Kitty, when you gonna eat?"
I got her a new chirpy bird toy and put some cat nip in it. It was on the floor near her. I nudged it and it chirped.
"Kitty, don't you want play with it?"
She looked at it and turned away..
As I pet her again I said, "Okay Kitty, I'll see you later.."
I don't think she left my room again..
My Kitty died that day.
I came home and found under my bed next to some dry cat food she never touched...
She misjudged her jump..
on roof tops, trees, lounging around and catching small animals to bring home to me.
Once she brought a mouse in my room at 4 in the morning. She sat at the end of my bed
with this scared mouse in her mouth. Needless to say when I woke up I screamed, kicked my feet trying to back up.
Poor Kitty was startled, the mouse dropped from her mouth, bounced off the blanket and went flying with one of my kicks.
*scratches head*
Not sure we ever found it?
Kitty never understood why I'd freak out when she'd bring me these gifts.
And she brought me many.
We ended up moving out of my home and she stayed at my sister's for five months till I found our new apartment in LA.
I'd drive to San Diego to spend time with her and my kids.
The first time I came to see her, it had been a month. I slept on my sister's couch and Kitty slept by my side, or on my head. She knew I would always be back, after that.
Finally, I was able to take her home. We had a two and a half hour drive.
Oh geez! That was the longest white knuckle ride ever!!
She settled into our new home pretty good. No backyard or roof tops to jump, though. No more presents to bring home..
A few months later, I took her outside for the day. I couldn't tell if she liked it or was freaking out. The g-kids were over and we video taped her walking around yowling.. We laughed. She liked it.
The kids went swimming all day and Kitty kicked back in the scrubs. It was difficult getting her down the stairs and outside, then back up again, later..
But I did get one cool kitty photo..
8-27-10
I could tell she missed her freedom.
And on Wed
3-30-11 she thought she could, but it had been a year since she jumped and climbed trees. She was a lot heavier too, my fat Kitty.
She misjudged the branches and tumbled down part way? I'm only guessing. She stayed there for quite sometime..
Justin realized he wasn't able to get her from the balcony and ran outside but she was already down from the trees.
Did she fall? I don't know? Most likely..
From my 3rd floor you can see how thick the brush and bamboo trees are on the the hillside, but Justin climbed his way up it to find her. She finally came to him and he carried her home. He had to jump down a 10 foot wall with her in his arms and she dug her claws into him, probably from both fear and pain.
I came home from work that night and went to bed.
Sometimes Kitty slept in the living room so it wasn't unusual if I didn't see her, but the morning was another thing. I came out in the living room and she didn't greet me?
I woke Justin and that's when I found out what happen.
She was hiding under my bed the whole time.. I had no idea.
I stayed with her on the rug. She seemed pretty bruised up but nothing looked or felt broken.
And now I had to go to work.
*worried*
Justin and Zoe watched her while I was gone and Justin would text me updates..
Justin's my daughter's boyfriend.
*Good kid*
Justin- Thurs 3-31
9:02 pm
(text)
The cat's walking around now and eating her food and drinking her water. She's in the living room now, so I don't think anything is broken or nothing bad like that, but she's probably got some bruising and what not. I'm sure she'll be fine.
Me- Thanks for letting me know. I'm on my way home.
Justin- The kitty stinks soooooo bad tho like she pee'd and vomited tho! See you later
Man,
did the apartment smell really bad. I called her and she came out from under the couch. She was so sore, but I was home and she wanted to see me. She took two steps and rested, then after a few minutes took a few more till she was in my room.
I moved everything in there so she didn't have to go far.
7:33 pm
Justin sent this photo
(text)
Me- she must be hot, wet her down with a face cloth. She likes that.
Justin- Oooo, I think she liked that. she's nice and damp now.
3:31 pm
(text)
Justin- Kitty came out to the couch to watch TV and get pet :)
Me- Oh yaaay!
6:23 pm
(text)
Justin- Look, Kitty has her paw in the wala bowl!
Kitty seemed to be doing better each day. Not great, just better.
She was drinking water and peeing in her litter box.
Twice I filled the tub with a couple of inched of water and called her over.
Her fur felt dirty and she still smelled bad.
*internal bleeding??*
Both times she jumped in and let me wet her down. She was such a clean Kitty, but now? The bath tub was easier for her.
Sun 4-3 She was able to jump up and down off my bed, but I was still worried because she wasn't eating or pooping and it had been 5 days... I knew she would be okay if she would just eat..
Tues 4-5 I had the day off, Brett came by for a little while, the kids needed help with the car and we were in and out all day.
Me and Kitty had this thing, every time I'd sit on the toilet
*Shhhh* Just listen..
She'd come by my legs so I could pet her from head to tail, then she'd turn around and let me do this again.
She let me do that on Tues. and later that night she came up on my bed, cozied next to me and I just kept petting her. She went on her corner and we went to sleep.
Wed 4-6 I woke up and she wasn't on my bed. She was back lying on the tile around the toilet.
I got ready for work and she came over to me as I was about to leave.
She wanted to be near me. She sat up and looked at me.
10:30am
I bent over, pet her head and said "Kitty, when you gonna eat?"
I got her a new chirpy bird toy and put some cat nip in it. It was on the floor near her. I nudged it and it chirped.
"Kitty, don't you want play with it?"
She looked at it and turned away..
As I pet her again I said, "Okay Kitty, I'll see you later.."
I don't think she left my room again..
My Kitty died that day.
I came home and found under my bed next to some dry cat food she never touched...
She misjudged her jump..
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Acceptance
This was my first and only poem I wrote after I lost my Mom
and had thought of my friend and how he felt losing his brother so many years before...
It doesn't rhyme, you know..
Acceptance,
It's the one word I know that is as individual as the person it touches.
Like a boy who accepts that he too will ride a motorcycle with his big brother one day,
but for now.. clothes pins and playing cards on the spokes will do just fine.
Or
Like the young girl who smiles waiting for her Mom's kiss good~night as she lay quietly in bed.
Then there's the Acceptance that even though the boy is now a man,
his big brother still rides off without him...
Or the Acceptance of the young girl who's now a woman yearning for the comfort of her Mom's kiss, but instead lays quietly on a hospital's couch waiting for her while they do more tests......
You know, there are two kinds of deaths..
The ones that come fast and unexpected and the ones you're told it's only a
matter of time...
It's not always an easy thing........ Acceptance.
Like, the words no mother should have to hear when she's told her oldest son was killed in a motorcycle accident..
Or
instead of hearing happy birthday over the phone the woman hears, 'I'm sorry, your Mom
lost her fight to Cancer this morning..'
And the boy who wanted to be like his big brother? He almost did.
But they saved him on the operating table as his mother prayed, not him, too...
Acceptance...
It sometimes holds an indescribably sad emotion that can only be compared to the feeling of death itself, if your loss takes it that far.....
And if you're brave enough to let it be, then it reminds you to live.
And Time?
Time doesn't change Acceptance whether it be twenty years or three.
Now, as look into my Dad's eyes I see I have to accept once again, that this young girl
inside has lost her Dad too, because he doesn't know who I am.
Acceptance...
I once thought there were only two kinds of deaths, but I see there are three.
and had thought of my friend and how he felt losing his brother so many years before...
It doesn't rhyme, you know..
Acceptance,
It's the one word I know that is as individual as the person it touches.
Like a boy who accepts that he too will ride a motorcycle with his big brother one day,
but for now.. clothes pins and playing cards on the spokes will do just fine.
Or
Like the young girl who smiles waiting for her Mom's kiss good~night as she lay quietly in bed.
Then there's the Acceptance that even though the boy is now a man,
his big brother still rides off without him...
Or the Acceptance of the young girl who's now a woman yearning for the comfort of her Mom's kiss, but instead lays quietly on a hospital's couch waiting for her while they do more tests......
You know, there are two kinds of deaths..
The ones that come fast and unexpected and the ones you're told it's only a
matter of time...
It's not always an easy thing........ Acceptance.
Like, the words no mother should have to hear when she's told her oldest son was killed in a motorcycle accident..
Or
instead of hearing happy birthday over the phone the woman hears, 'I'm sorry, your Mom
lost her fight to Cancer this morning..'
And the boy who wanted to be like his big brother? He almost did.
But they saved him on the operating table as his mother prayed, not him, too...
Acceptance...
It sometimes holds an indescribably sad emotion that can only be compared to the feeling of death itself, if your loss takes it that far.....
And if you're brave enough to let it be, then it reminds you to live.
And Time?
Time doesn't change Acceptance whether it be twenty years or three.
Now, as look into my Dad's eyes I see I have to accept once again, that this young girl
inside has lost her Dad too, because he doesn't know who I am.
Acceptance...
I once thought there were only two kinds of deaths, but I see there are three.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The Skinny on it..
I find eating such a waste of time. Now don't get me wrong, I do eat, but only
because my body makes me.
Funny coming from an ex-cook. Those were my skinniest days.. Had no time to eat!
And I do find having dinner with friend(s) delightful..
To me, that's the only time eating is enjoyable.
It's the day to day stop, chew and swallow that I don't have time for.
How do people do it all day long?
My first meal consists of old fashion oatmeal...
Yeah, yeah, it's good for you and for me, it's easy to inhale. I eat it 5 days a week at work around noon. My days off, I skip it completely.
Lunch is lunch- soup and sandwich, something that'll fill me up. (like the oatmeal does)
Lately, I've been having hotdogs for dinner when I get home.
I have plenty of food in the fridge, hotdogs just seem to be quick to cook and swallow.
I was thinking about this as I cooked up some chicken (organic- that's another blog) with
some mash potatoes. And thought, Well, I'm doing really nothing today... but eating still disrupts my relaxation.
I'm full now.
because my body makes me.
Funny coming from an ex-cook. Those were my skinniest days.. Had no time to eat!
And I do find having dinner with friend(s) delightful..
To me, that's the only time eating is enjoyable.
It's the day to day stop, chew and swallow that I don't have time for.
How do people do it all day long?
My first meal consists of old fashion oatmeal...
Yeah, yeah, it's good for you and for me, it's easy to inhale. I eat it 5 days a week at work around noon. My days off, I skip it completely.
Lunch is lunch- soup and sandwich, something that'll fill me up. (like the oatmeal does)
Lately, I've been having hotdogs for dinner when I get home.
I have plenty of food in the fridge, hotdogs just seem to be quick to cook and swallow.
I was thinking about this as I cooked up some chicken (organic- that's another blog) with
some mash potatoes. And thought, Well, I'm doing really nothing today... but eating still disrupts my relaxation.
I'm full now.
Coffee Break
Geeez, Really? It's been since 2009 since I wrote?
A lot has changed.
New Job, (Godiva)
New home, (LA)
Same great friends..
A lot has changed.
New Job, (Godiva)
New home, (LA)
Same great friends..
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Characters
I was fleshing out characters today... (not flushing them)
I have a friend who always takes care of me and my words- Thanks Brett*
Adam-
George (Georgia)
and Star..
Adam was written on my desktop.. My laptop crashed.
I know, bummer... More so, this dang keyboard! I feel like I'm typing
on an old typewriter- Not that my desktop is old mind you, but I guess it is in the computer world..
So I handwrote George and Star...
It was a very hot Sunday, but I enjoyed every writing moment of it!
I have a friend who always takes care of me and my words- Thanks Brett*
Adam-
George (Georgia)
and Star..
Adam was written on my desktop.. My laptop crashed.
I know, bummer... More so, this dang keyboard! I feel like I'm typing
on an old typewriter- Not that my desktop is old mind you, but I guess it is in the computer world..
So I handwrote George and Star...
It was a very hot Sunday, but I enjoyed every writing moment of it!
Friday, October 31, 2008
Seven things about myself. . .
Just like my friend said about his friend, Mo, 'Only cuz it's you that I'm doing this.'
Brett..
7 facts about me:
1. I tell it like it is.
2. If I get stressed I listen to music, read or draw, oh yeah, or ride my bike.
3. I started the first union for topless dancers in America in 93.
4. A fear I have is saying something I'd regret.
5. I'm too analytical
6. I'm not allergic to giraffs, but to fragrance counters in Malls.
7. I communicate with people who have passed.
Man, that was tuff*
Brett..
7 facts about me:
1. I tell it like it is.
2. If I get stressed I listen to music, read or draw, oh yeah, or ride my bike.
3. I started the first union for topless dancers in America in 93.
4. A fear I have is saying something I'd regret.
5. I'm too analytical
6. I'm not allergic to giraffs, but to fragrance counters in Malls.
7. I communicate with people who have passed.
Man, that was tuff*
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