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Monday, November 28, 2016

I'm so lucky.  I have such great people in my life... Some of these people really have struggled to be my friend.  I'm not easy to love.  It takes a long time to build trust with me, especially women.   I guess I have mom issues.   I do.   I was the antithesis of what she wanted in a daughter.   I wasn't well put together, I was a messy little tomboy.   I loved my daddy.   I wanted to go with him everywhere.. He taught me how to swim, how to fish, how to play Canasta.   I had the best father in the world growing up, he was always there for me when I needed help.

My mom is tough as nails.   She was sharp.    She got shit done.     I was her little air headed, weird, odd and dirty finger nailed daughter lol   I would come home from a day out with my friends covered in mess!  I grew up in the 80s where you left your house after breakfast to go hang out with your friends on the block and only came home to eat and sleep.  My best friend was a boy, of course.   His name was Ray Dumbrowski, he was polish like everyone on my block.  We were like one of the first Portuguese families to move into our street.   Ray had cable and Entelivision...


I got home after a day like in this picture and I was a all dirty and dusty.  Me and Ray went on adventures all day.  There was an abandoned house on our block and we used to investigate it all the time.  We had a crew...    it was just like in the movies.  We had a princess, a bully, a tomboy and a jock.     My mother wanted me to be the princess and I didn't want to be.

I'm so tired of pretending to be someone who has their shit together.   I'm a soul on a mission on this earth... I work through my mess everyday.   I've taken long extended breaks to find myself.   It worked.  I know exactly who am, the good bad and the ugly.   I'm aware of my shit and I'm going to keep working on fixing it.  I want to succeed in life.

Friday, November 4, 2016


I didn't know it was going to be our last day...

He was very special.   Very guarded and even psychic...  I called him my magic kitty.   He liked to be left alone a lot and he loved our backyard.   Everyone loved him because he was a sweety when he wanted to be an extrovert.  Food would usually bring that out of him.

He was my first pet.   I ached to pet him and hold him and smother him with kisses.  After a few years I knew to just leave him and let him come to me.  He would sometimes but always at paws length.

I just hope he was happy in his time with me... Now for the icepacks on my face to bring down this swelling from crying.  I have a baby shower to go tomorrow and I don't want to look like a raccoon in pictures.

RIP Sao Paio  (Saint Paio)

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