And then. . .

Washington D.C. D.C. D.C. I took an opportunity to visit and see your city. The work the training really had nothing to do with me (Boys and Girls Club apparently needed a girl. Thank you gender equality) Long days with sneaky rogue missions to the meet the streets The streets that hum and buzz with the plank plank plank of the souls of peoples feet, speak, and dreams. Thank you musician man for strumming Jimi as I walk walk walk toward Capitol Hill I'm just a bill, yeah, I'm only a bill, and I'm sitting here on Capitol Hill Monuments, Why hello! So nice to meet you. How do you do Mr. Lincoln and Jefferson and King and geez simply all the history. My silent repects to President Kennedy and all the soldiers resting around you, quite sombering. The smell, the green, the things that make D.C., D.C, you're all quite lovely. Rude? I'd heard rude, not with me, all smiles, suggestions, directions, hmm....perhaps it's the boobs. Today I head home, back to Texa...

if my blog could talk it would say that at this moment i am hungry. it would say that summer is too hot in el paso, too hot in texas, and just plain too hot. today could not have really been the first day of summer. it's been summer since may. it would say that my fb chats with my sister are always funny my blog would talk you about all the things i don't say. about past summer nights and new conversations about wonderings and forgivings and grudges it would mention that there are moments that even when i'm happy, i'm waiting for the other shoe to drop don't look a gift horse in the mouth. it might also talk about stars and the music i've been listening to under them. it would talk about washington d.c. and kids and some dude i don't know named wally. it would talk about dinners and pizza's and bandeja's paisa attempted while having sunday soccer sunday. mexican food will always be the winner. it would tell you about boxing and the scrap...

This summer I'm going to embark on something new, a summer without a job. For the first time in a long time I will not work, well not in the typical manner because I will be working on my thesis, but I will not be working for someone else, I will be my own boss, will crack my own whip, make my fingers move... you get the point. This is both interesting, liberating, and frightening. Aside from the writing, I have a created a bucket list. Well friends and I have created a bucket list so that we can ensure there are adventures and perhaps a few more stories... The Bucket List 1. Carlsbad Caverns 2. Visit a driving range 3. Wet n' Wild 4. White Sands Grilling 5. Horseback Riding 6. Downtown El Paso Ghost Tour 7. Concordia Ghost Tour 8. Strip Club 9. Tram Way ride 10. Western Playland 11. Fishing So far, we have only in the planning stages of the El Paso Ghost Tour. But, I have to say that with it only being June 13th I have already done a lot. Neon Desert Musi...

Yesterday was my first day of subbing  as a paraprofessional in a class of four autistic children ages eleven and twelve. I took the job because it runs through the end of the semester, a week from now, and I have yet to hear anything concrete from all the things I have floating up in the air. When I arrived, for a moment, I thought they were sending me to assist with the alternative kids, the assholes, that can't keep their mouths shut long enough to hear the conductor saying, "Train leaving for Loserville! Boarding begins in 5 minutes!" I gritted my teeth and hoped for the best, at least this way I could simply, "keep it real". Instead, I walked into a room with pictures taped on every surface. Pictures of what goes in the cabinets, pictures which tell you to close the bathroom door, arrows that were moved to show where the students were, and so on. The classroom included two large rooms and a kitchen. I wasn't sure what to think, until I looked at one o...

Sun. A smile with a glance. Intertwined fingers.

This past week I embarked on the grand feat of cleaning my backyard. A backyard that has never attracted me, never made me feel welcome, simply never. The landscape is a familiar one, seen here in El Paso lawns with unwelcoming sand and weeds and more sand. The yard, my yard is worse, because of a dog I inherited, a dog that I have had a hard time loving because I love cats. I love small animals that curl in my lap. Animals that I can cuddle and carry and don't knock me over or roll in dirt. But, this dog which I inherited, a Rottweiler, Luna, has begun to grow on me. I show her affection by scratching her head and giving her all the left overs that she loves so much, she runs past my scratch to savor them. Her favorite are the rib bones from Rib Hut. I'm sure that is not surprising. But, this past week, while I formed my game plan as to how I was going to clean this monster mess of a yard, Luna hung out with me. She looked on as I tried to clip the low hanging tree branche...

because sometimes we need to....