My poetry

I just won a tie for third place, a woman who is the member of my poetry association I belong to, placed a competition before us, and I entered it. She required only the poem in which we were to write, relate to the picture she had up, of a blue rose. So, this is what I came up with, quickly, for I was almost not going to make the deadline :) I guess it went well though anyways! Please tell me what, if anything, you think or feel when you read it!!

The Blue Rose
secretly grows
upon a Hill of Heathers
where?
seldom do know

Songs speak of its
existence
but few have lived to see
its rich blood blue petals
smells of sweet ginger and honey

The legend has it
the blue rose can cure
a thousand different ailments
although, I am not
sure

My Grandmother told me
if you eat three petals
before you sleep
the disease which
infects, out of you
it will seep

Not many have heard
the powers of the
blue rose
for it secretly grows
where seldom
do know

Mall Of America Promotions

I was offered a job to be a "model" for this gig at the Biggest Mall in the Country, in my state, Minnesota, thank- you! lol. It was for the "Zhu-Zhu" pet, and I did not know what the hell it was but it was paying $16 an hour, so I was on board. For the last five or so month my poor 98' Honda Accord has been cutting off, anywhere and everywhere incovenient and unsafe to me, whenever it wanted, while I was driving. So, it was pertinent that I get money somehow to pay to get that fixed, because that situation, is not a fun one to be in. So, this gig was ten hours a day on Friday and eight and a half on Saturday so I was like "yep" and accepted it on my gig planner. When I arrived we were given shirts that said "Hamster Handler" on the backs, and yes we got to keep them! yey, no, not really. There was plenty of easy little jobs to do, I helped the kids answer some questions on a lil' computer moduel so they could tell what hamster they were most like, and then take a picture with their heads as a hamster, kinda creepy fun, but people love free shit. The Zhu-Zhu pet in itself, was the little robot hamster covered in fur, that would movie itself forward and back through plastic mazes and in cars and stuff on a table or floor, when you pressed the button on the back. It was neat, but not as neat as you would think for it being 2010 and how interested everyone was into these things. Our biggest thing was to make sure no kids, most likely, parents, didn't steal off with one of the eight hamsters on the four tables we were handling. I felt like a black Jack dealers watch dog, just pacing around, watching the table, the hands, little and big. Makes me laugh, the other people working just as miserable as I was. One guy actully said to me, " I just bought my daughter one, do we come here to train them" oh my gosh funny. I was like, "they take batteries and thats pretty much all there is to it, and I wouldn't play with it here because some kid may take it and play with it and then she may be sad". People are so funny sometimes. It was a neat set up though, these four people went all around the country promoting these things, which was crazy to hear about. They even had a dance they had to do and thank God we were not paid to do it, it was so embarressing, the song went "Hey Hamster Homies" haha. It was terrifying, and in the Mall of America, or MOA as we call it here to the natives, there is like 5 floors, so people can just stop and watch down and you, from all angles, for all hours of the day, and they did. I was so sick of kids by the end of the day, we had a half hour break each, during ten and eight hour shift days, and that was it! Understaffed and underappreciated all we went through for a free event to the visitors. It was interesting to say the least, I got so sick of stickers, by the end of the day I was simply sticking them on everyone I saw around me, we went through sheets of them. As well, a toad was found, just hopping in my area, so I brought him to the main "hype" man and he made an announcement that, "if anyone here lost a toad, to come see him" lol.

Mall Of America Promotions

I was offered a job to be a "model" for this gig at the Biggest Mall in the Country, in my state, Minnesota, thank- you! lol. It was for the "Zhu-Zhu" pet, and I did not know what the hell it was but it was paying $16 an hour, so I was on board. For the last five or so month my poor 98' Honda Accord has been cutting off, anywhere and everywhere inconvenient and unsafe to me, whenever it wanted, while I was driving. So, it was pertinent that I get money somehow to pay to get that fixed, because that situation, is not a fun one to be in. So, this gig was ten hours a day on Friday and eight and a half on Saturday so I was like "yep" and accepted it on my gig planner. When I arrived we were given shirts that said "Hamster Handler" on the backs, and yes we got to keep them! yey, no, not really. There was plenty of easy little jobs to do, I helped the kids answer some questions on a lil' computer module so they could tell what hamster they were most like, and then take a picture with their heads as a hamster, kinda creepy fun, but people love free shit. The Zhu-Zhu pet in itself, was the little robot hamster covered in fur, that would movie itself forward and back through plastic mazes and in cars and stuff on a table or floor, when you pressed the button on the back. It was neat, but not as neat as you would think for it being 2010 and how interested everyone was into these things. Our biggest thing was to make sure no kids, most likely, parents, didn't steal off with one of the eight hamsters on the four tables we were handling. I felt like a black Jack dealers watch dog, just pacing around, watching the table, the hands, little and big. Makes me laugh, the other people working just as miserable as I was. One guy actually said to me, " I just bought my daughter one, do we come here to train them" oh my gosh funny. I was like, "they take batteries and that's pretty much all there is to it, and I wouldn't play with it here because some kid may take it and play with it and then she may be sad". People are so funny sometimes. It was a neat set up though, these four people went all around the country promoting these things, which was crazy to hear about. They even had a dance they had to do and thank God we were not paid to do it, it was so embarrassing, the song went "Hey Hamster Homies" haha. It was terrifying, and in the Mall of America, or MOA as we call it here to the natives, there is like 5 floors, so people can just stop and watch down and you, from all angles, for all hours of the day, and they did. I was so sick of kids by the end of the day, we had a half hour break each, during ten and eight hour shift days, and that was it! Understaffed and under appreciated all we went through for a free event to the visitors. It was interesting to say the least, I got so sick of stickers, by the end of the day I was simply sticking them on everyone I saw around me, we went through sheets of them. As well, a toad was found, just hopping in my area, so I brought him to the main "hype" man and he made an announcement that, "if anyone here lost a toad, to come see him" lol.

Nannying 2

She then proceeds to sip out of it, grabs her mothers small vase and its stand it sits upon, and moves around the furniture to make a little throne/station for herself. She grabs some silver wrapped Hershey kisses from the bowl on the table and places them in a wine glass for herself. She then grabs the large peacock feathers from her dads desk and places them in a vase next to her, creating her little lair. She then describes different spells she knows, "as a dark fairy" she explains, and how the one she is working on right now involves 5 drops of human "blood cells" haha, and a squirrels heart, and a puppy dogs nose and some cat fur. She says, people are on the way "mortals" to kill us at the stake by burning us to ashes. Extreme imaginations are great people: sidenote. As she munches on a Hershey kiss and drinks her "witch wine" she asks me to grab the phone, "vase and display dish" and the book "in German" of Spells, "Native American something or other". She tells me to dial the, "Burmez house" and warn them of the humans coming. So I place the dish to my ear after pressing fake buttons upon the side of the vase, and talk into the vase where the flowers may go. "Hello, is this the Burmez house?", I say, "Yes, this is the queen dark fairy and her dark fairy accomplice and we want you to know you have to get out of there because people are after you to burn you alive", "The queen says you need to take off on your brooms and go to...." I look at her sitting in her throne, "Nevada" she Cooley replies, haha. "Nevada" I tell nobody into the vase, and she smiles. "They want to know what your address is to send you some Unicorn blood for helping them", I tell her. She softly replies, "I am in no need for unicorn blood, I would much rather have some fairy dust" haha. "Queen would rather have fairy dust if you have it" I say to our friends, "they want to know if you want the pink or yellow kind", I ask her. "The rainbow please" she answers, and I reply such demands over our vase phone to them. Then she brings me a piece of paper and dabs the bottom of one of the peacock fathers into the "witch wine" and says to me, "I need to practice my spell writing" and hands me the tools to do so. This girl is too much, but it's great, more to come...

Nannying

I have had nannying as a hustle since I can remember, for a young girl growing up it starts as "babysitting" and when you begin to drive, its called nannying, becuase you turn into a shuttle for children. I love kids, I have two younger sisters growing up and always felt as a second mom to them, the feeling of being a leader and role model was always there for me since birth. Children are so imaginative and make you rember what it is to be young at heart. Right now I nanny two girls, ages 8 and eleven, and they really have old souls. They are very fun to nanny for they like to be creative, make crafts and play pretend, very good pretend. The eight year old randomly while I watch them, will say something like, "I'm going to go be a lawyer in court". She will then go upstairs and dress in a "formal" outfit, complete with her moms short heeled shoes, come back down and begin. I actually watched as she placed a butter knife from the kitchen drawer and placed in a freezer size ziplock bag, and write "murder knif" on it with a marker, in little kid handwriting. She then actually had a little judge and jury activity she got into, all "my father murdered my mother with the knife, and I found it near the bushes with blood trails!" lol. She actually acts like I am not there, and she is in her whole nother' world, unless she involves me in it randomly, I watch as if its a play. This actually went down today as I watched them from 7 am- 5:30 pm. The older one went upstairs to read, lol, when do you hear that now a days? really... I love it. So the younger one walks over and places a rubber bouncy ball, the ones you can get anywhere even at a grocery store, on her mothers decorative vase. She then closes her eyes and begins to move her hands around it, all Miss Cleo like, and I watch her begin her little world. She then announces how she needs to get her "fortune telling outfit on" and goes upstairs". She comes back down and she has on a silvery dressup like halloween dress, tied at the waist, her bat wings, and she has drawn brown makeup around her eyes, with a cross on her forehead. "This is great", I think, for I too was a young girl who would get into my imagination and make up little world adventures too. She then told me she saw me going somewhere in life where I never saw my family again, but I was rich and had a lot of friends", and I was thinking, "hell yeah, this girl is onto something". She then said she was a magic witch and people were after her "mortals" she later refered lol, and she needed to call her people. So, I was sucked in, and I put on one of her sheaths of cloth and wrapped in into a dress and grabbed a pair of wings, because, why the hell not! I'm getting paid for this ?! lol yes! She brings out her mothers neat looking blue stained glass vase and fills in with water, saying it was our "witch wine".

My little sister Sarah

My little sister Sarah has seen a lot of struggles in her lifetime, to find herself and where she fits in, in this crazy world. I have so much respect for her it brings tears to my eyes, for I have seen her through some rough patches and now see her in her glory and I am so very proud of who she has become. I was the eldest, but as a preemie I was always the smallest. Sarah is by far the tallest and most muscular person in our family. She had a great talent for track in middle school and when in High School, she got rheumatoid arthritis so her joints started to hurt, and she could not participate any more. We really thought that sports, with her natural build and agility, could allow her to stand out in a positive manner. In real life Sarah has dealt with speech impediments, and being teased at school, being made fun of for being in special classes at school or needing more help than others. She deals with ADHD and has been medicated since I can remember, because when she is off of it, watch out naw! When we were smaller, she used to, as the baby mind you, pull my sister Emily and mines ponytails when sitting on top of bar stools in our kitchen. Sending us to the ground and chasing her shorty after, for any attention was good attention to Sarah growing up and not knowing how to channel her feelings and urges. She sits now in the other room, for we are all home for a family get together this weekend, and the only sister of us three is Em, at home now, but she lives her full time. Sarah lives in Hastings, the middle of nowheresville, with her transgender boyfriend/girlfriend, I am not sure. She looks like a petite girl in face and frame, with short hair and grown out armpit hair, I'm just going to put that out there. She is really nice in person, for I have met him/her, and she helped me fix my Honda when no other grown man could that I asked, so props to he/she!! I guess she, sorry he takes Testosterone and goes to "T-meetings" every so often. Sarah always gets angry with me when I use the term her, "ask her if she knows about subs" and she will go nutso on you. I cannot help it, and I am sorry! but damn she has a "female part" which ever word you like to use, so what shame on me? no one gave me a rule book on when your little sister decides to go for females and they begin the process of being a male? I am so out of my league, I love her and respect her and she deserves love, from whomever makes her happy, but this kinda takes the cake. If anyone else knows anything about this or wants to talk about it, I am an open book. I wish everyone peace and happiness and love, straight, transgender, male, female, goodnight, I am too tired for all dis...

Saturday Night Sadness

Here I sit on Sat night a very fun loving, energetic woman who wants to find adventure with each day and tries to make the best of every situation. Tonight I cannot make the best out of my experience though. I go to meet up with a new friend downtown, they act as if they have all the time in the world for mew and cannot wait to hang out and see how our personalities click. So I get in the shower, get dressed, and drive halfway to meet them, ready to make a good impression, as all firsts are important. I wait and wait, and text and call. This "new friend" is not answering, and when they finally do, all I hear is sorry ass excuses. "Oh, my phone is dying and I forgot my charger, I had to turn around and make some money real quick with something I had to drop off" blah blah blah. When we finally meet up, its awkward to actually meet the person that just made me wait like a little kid for the late school bus. He has no real shame, and I feel like a complete chore, not a good feeling at all for anyone. I feel as if my time is important, and so are others time as well. I would never leave someone waiting, that is just not my stilo "style", and I HATE when I have to deal with it! I am sure there are many who have been in similar situations, and if not, its pry your ass that is doing it to other human beings, so SHAME ON YOU! you should be tied to a tree and beaten with a wet noodle, it is not nice! So, we go to grab a quick bite for they have some "errands to run" and want to hang out later after they do them. I decide to forgive and forget and actually stay in the area to try and give this friend another shot, to really show up and act like I am worth the time given. I wait, and I wait. Text messages are exchanged, time flies by, short convos here and there, talking like "I'm on the way just getting some gas", "my phones acting up and I didn't get your last text", all types of fuckery. I waited for 4 hours hoping that something better would come my way, listening to Lauren Hill, waiting for her to take my anxiety away with her angelic guitar riffs and scratchy unique notes she hits oh so well. It starts to rain, I watch other couples hand and hand, laughing and walking to the bars, wishing I could slip in silently behind them and start laughing to pretend I actually have friends who follow through, and don't leave me hanging. It is the feeling of High School all over again. being left out of the plans or not invited to the party, because others are self-centered or jealous of all I have going on. I pray for God to send me some good individuals of which I can count on and call "my peeps". It is so hard to find honest to goodness good friends today! For those who have them, please don't take them for granted. If you do, please send them to me, I could use one about now :(

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Made to say Goodbye

I lost a very good friend today, well not lost, but I feel lost without them. They graduated from college here in MN and had a hard time finding full time work, so they had to go home to regroup and look into some opportunities through connections in their hometown. So, we had to say goodbye for now, and that is very hard. I am sure many individuals can feel me when it comes to saying goodbye to a loved one, close friend, significant other, even for a time, is very hard on the heart. To go from growing, struggling, and starving to survive together, to phone calls throughout the day, just isn't the same. The years we spent together learning, living and loving, seemed to be begin and end in the blink of an eye. They are now prisoners of the great "Greyhound bus" experience. Where they don't check your bags and people ride to get away with horrible things without the customs to deal with to travel. Others, simply have to take it, for airfare prices are not an option. I remember riding it for three days to go from MN to VA to visit my boyfriends parents and friends of which he escaped from. It was more than an experience and to deem it an "adventure" would be too kind. All kinds of people, from all walks of life, trying to get to their destinations, stuffed on a bus they always fill too full. Its hard to not listen into all the conversations going on around you and behind you, as you lay there trying to pretend to sleep to keep from going crazy on some of these ignorant souls. A random guy in the back announces how he just got out of the "big house", and from then on, one person stays awake at all times. A crackhead also tried to board a full bus mind you, and grab a seat undercover without a ticket, and the bus driver called her out and she took off running. As she speeds away, I read the writing on the back of her shirt, which reads: "real nigga"...I know my friend will be safe and get home just fine, but I will pray for her just the same, because people, today, are Nuts!

promotions- Twins opener in new Target field!!

So, if you have looked at my professions I try to keep it interesting and stay busy with a mixture of "hustles". One of which is being a brand promoter or brand ambassador to different products and for events. On Monday this week, it was promoting David sunflower seeds. We had a cute little baseball t-shirt to wear and a matching red hat. We were told prior to wear khakis and tennis shoes and where to meet for instruction. We got together around this cool bug car they drove around, shooting sample bags out from a giant kids mouth mounted on the back of the vehicle. We were spilt into groups of two and sent around the downtown area to different corners to promote to passing pedestrians. mainly, opening Twins game attendees. Everyone loves free shit, it doesn't matter your color, age, denomination, political stance, nada, for free= happy smiling strangers with their hands out like kids on Halloween night. We were to hand out homer hankies for game goers to wave, packets of seeds, coupons for seeds and 5 cents off gas at Holiday, and slim Jim's. It was so great, a lovely sunny day, when the news told us we may be rained out. A perfect first game day for the MN Twins, in their new outdoor stadium. So, being that I am handing out free promo stuff, I met a lot of interesting people, in all walks of life. I heard a long haired rocker looking guy, telling his buddy, that "my girlfriend sucks, I'm addicted to heroin and I hate my life". That was some deep stuff right there, some stuff some free sunflower seeds and a slim Jim will not fix, but can't hurt ya know? We then met this homeless looking old guy, who was so excited to get some free slim Jim's, he had a smile like a kid on their Birthday. He was so thankful, he looked us dead in the eyes, talking about how he just got out of jail and a slim Jim will be like heaven compared to all those god awful bologna sandwiches hes been eating. So, we loaded him up and sent him on his way. People were asking for more than one homer hankie, and always with a story like one lady, "I need two, because I have twins" and such. Since were getting paid to simply hand it out and promote it, we gave them more if they asked, its just funny they think they needed a story to get a little rag with David written on it. We were laughing and telling people enthusiastically all over downtown to, "slap into a slim Jim". Caught an elderly couple off guard with that once, making them jump. Even the bus drivers and taxi cabs would honk and hold out their hands from their windows, and we would run across the street to give them some free stuff. People biking and running around downtown snatched them from our outreached hands as well, which we soon made into a game, seeing who would take more towels from whom as they rode or ran by us. It was Twins versus the Red Sox, and when we were reloading out supplies at the nearby Holiday gas station, a man came up to us in a business fit and a wooden toothpick hanging out of his mouth. Talking about he just dropped off the owners of the Red Sox at the game, and how they think the new Target field reminded them of a Petco in San Fransisco. "Boo on them" we thought, and "why doe such a head honcho like you need to be loading up on our free seed samples?" but even big shots like free stuff!! We ended up winning 5-2, so ha ha to the Red Sox owners, you haters~!

Looking Back- High School Days

High school was hard for me at times. I am a pretty, nice, smart, young woman. With a good sense of humor, and sassy fashionista personality. Respectfully, people were drawn to me. This does not go well in High school, and obviously can cause competition in society. I would wear my hairstyle in a certain way, and girls would approach me and ask me how I did it. At times, if I would do so for them. I noticed how they were always older or younger, and it was a form of flattery to me. It was funny to me that my peers would not be so kind, never wanting to give credit where credit is due, but trying to copy it just the same. These girls were in my general classes so they were my age. I would make up a interesting outfit on Friday, and beside a few girls close to me, other girls would snub their noses and try and bring me down. They would act so jealous, I would not be invited to parties or some events because I was such competition. One girl in my grade, in particular, was such a hater. This hater had a house party that weekend I had shown my new outfit out on, and once again, not invited. That following Monday, that same hater had the audacity to come to school, trying to sport the same fit I had worn. Now, please mind you, I take the time while shopping to get the unique and different, and jazz it up with whats in my closet at home. Its like a sport to me, to try something new, but mix it with today's fashions. To put my signature style on it, my brand if you must. So, she would have had to really try and find this long sleeved silk-type number. With the sequins v-neck, and neat ties at the sleeves. Creating the light flowing texture, different from the bodice. She even tried to have her hair the same EXACT WAY AS I DID. Had the nerve to walk past me, with a look, as if it was her idea all along.
Needless to say, I did not have a lot of girlfriends growing up. It seems to me High school has not changed a whole lot either, which is why everyone loves t.v. shows like ”Glee”. Where after a bad day of school, you can come together, and sing your hearts out. Something so close to everyone's heart, like a sweet idea that will never be. I did however, have a handful of great younger, and older girlfriends. Whom were not only confident, but beautiful individuals whom had heart enough to hold their own. To them I am truly grateful!

City crisis

Living downtown has its ups and its downs. First and foremost the parking problems. I have been towed pry eight times since I moved downtown while trying to find my way around the city, and parking in a non-obvious no parking area. They seem to be everywhere and every time I see a tow truck with a car or without for that matter, I shudder and think, "whose life are they off to ruin today". It is hard to find parking, especially when you do not want to be taken advantage of in paying 80 bucks a month to be in a garage. No thanks you. I instead drive my ass down to the Mississippi for the safety of the town homes and walk back the two miles to my apartment. It may take more time and effort, but its free for me, and a great excuse for me to exercise. I have been trying to look for the positive in things more, for it truly takes more effort. So we shall see how long that goes on for :)
Anyhow, another problem, outside our apt. window we are on the street level, and many voices can be heard. Voices of conversations going as such, "Hey, Hey Dede, you got that work?", "Let me get some of that hard you know I'm good for it, my check cummin' soon man you know"...silence..."Let me get some of that man, the old woman took my 500 dolla bill man, just let me get some of that shit"...

Funny enough we are right next door to a building full of base heads, up at all times of the night, don't care whose got work the next day, they are going to get their hit dammit. So, instead of being mad, we light up a blunt and laugh and video tape their crack-headed comedies from my camera hidden in the window. We hope to come up with a whole movie about livin' downtown someday. For now, we are gathering our materials. Wish me luck, and sleep :) lol

FYI- to those whom it may remain unknown: crack is whack, smoke marijuana

Rainy Days

When Minnesota Spring rolls around it really makes me happy because it means my Birthday is just around the corner :) And while I have countless minutes, thanks to my loving folks and their home video skills, of it being lovely. While I round into the 20's department, it seemed to be a day I less looked forward to, as once used to so fondly with innocence. Last year it was a Birthday card from my mom and dad who told me that inside was $100. With this said Birthday bundle I could go out to eat with the family and accept half at $50, or take the whole thing. So I have this is my mind, and my dad goes into how much I have had to loan from him and how I was unrightfully terminated from my job at Massage Envy as a sales associate, and how perhaps I want to help out around the home the next day to keep busy. Mind you it is the DAY after my Birthday. And even if I did take the WHOPPING HUNDRED they offered me, there was not much I could really do with it. For today people, who apparently don't live on the moon and like to do things and not sit in their houses all day with their cats. Side note: Nothing negative towards cats, or people with cats. I was once one of you and Leo My Lion where ever you are, I will always love you...Another story entirely.
So, even if I did take the hundred and not go out to eat, I have my dad offering a lovely piece of information to me, about how he had to cancel a lake meeting, after finding out I may want my family to be happy for me on my Birthday. So. at this point, the Birthday girl has had quite enough. For this whole charade is being portrayed in front of her boyfriend whom she so should have not thought he was safe to do so. Very awkward none the least and I a, guessing I am not getting punked. My sisters are working or at a friends house and I am, it seems, a hindrance to the day. In the end, I leave tears flowing, hundred dolla bill in hand, boyfriend way ahead of me, and yell "Happy Fucking Birthday To Me". We then drive off and pick up a dub to start rolling some blunts, for a psychiatrist wouldn't be able to handle my dysfunctional family if they tried. Bob Marley gets me through the pain and helps me, from quite honestly, loosing me mind. (and sense of self for that matter) tear...I fear the Birthday upon me...

Creative Thought

I would love to try out two interesting ventures I came up with today. I would love to get a following on blogger and then have individuals post me different feelings or thoughts that they want immortalized in a photograph, and I will take on the assignment to try and capture a photo that envelopes the idea or feeling of such individual. Also, I would love to be sent things from individuals, and for a price, be able to scrapbook/immortalize creatively and personally the object for such individual. Given a list of favorite colors, past times, etc. I will be able to personalize your item and make it a fun surprise to receive when I am finished. Not to mention one of a kind, personalized...think about it...

Towing Troubles

If anyone has ever lived downtown, in I am sure, any larger state, you have pry experienced being towed. The other week my poor little 96' Honda Accord was taken in the night. All because my friend told me it was alright to park in her apartments garage for the night, which apparently, is not alright after all. After searching forever for the manager on duty that night to try and find who to call to reclaim my vehicle, we find out all I needed to do was pay a 5 buck pass to cover a free night of parking. What a great friend right? Even so, she did help me scrounge up the TWO- HUNDRED AND EIGHTY TWO DOLLARS, it cost me to rescue my poor innocent car from the dirty, grubby hands of its prisoners. Everyone who works in these tow places have that look ready, that "I am ready for a fight" kinda look. Rightfully so, they should, for they are ROYALLY taking advantage of individuals!! There should be a ban put in motion of some sort, its not right for it to be so much money, especially when they simply drove it to the tow yard around the block!!! Ludicrous!

- LOL the picture above makes me feel a bit better...nope still hurts :(

Loves lost, but not forgotten

I cannot help but think today, about my ferrets Bob and Dodi, which my boyfriend and I had to give away this year. We had to part ways with our little ones, for work got scarce and it was hard to pay the bills, newly living on our own. With rent and food to buy, and steady work being hard to find, we felt heartsick seeing their hungry, sweet, little faces. I remember the way they would steal our slippers and hide our oven mitt. Such random pieces of everyday life, they found such joy in stealing. Hence, the name ferret, Latin for "little thief", and being that they had the whole studio apt. to run free, they found plenty of spaces to hideout. I recall the times when we filled the tub with snow from a Minnesota blizzard, and let them bury and dig. Trying to walk them on leashes at Midnight, knowing they were illegal to have in the apt. so no one could know. The way they would steal fallen cheerios from our breakfast bowls, then run to a safe zone under the bed to enjoy the tasty morsel. I know they will have a better home than what we could have given them at the time. Sometimes you have to be grown, and realize a sad situation. I want people to respond with any stories they may have, of their pets whom may have seen the same fate as my two lovable thieves, as sir Bob, and Dodi. I love you, and miss you always...

Aloha to all

My reasoning for this blog is to be able to keep it real and be me! To be able to talk about all types of things that are going on in the world and in my life, perhaps relatable, perhaps not. The title of my blog, being coke bottle dreamz, came to me when on the ocean shore as a young girl growing up. Finding a tossed bottle with a note inside, speaking of the dreams and ambitions, of a secret someone out in the world. I will think of this blog, as my tossed bottle, and inside I will write my dreams, thoughts, and ambitions. I will then toss it into the ocean abyss of the Internet, for wandering soles on the shore to stumble upon, and enjoy~!