What Happened to the Sun??

It was nice and sunny yesterday. I wake up this morning to clouds, cold winds, and rain! Bah! BAH I SAY! Anyway, it isn't that bad of a day. I like cold, rainy days, but I don't like them when I have to go out and it's cold. I'll live. Besides, in this town, there's a chance that the rain will go away and the sun will come back...and then the clouds will return once again.

Here's a clip of what I saw at 9:00 am. Well, more like heard!

Barbecue for the Win!

Ah, so that's why I needed new jeans! Ha ha!

Enjoy, cookie! Cheers!

Belated Post: Time for New Jeans

I hate shopping. I hate it, hate it, hate it. It irritates me that I need to find the right color and the right size in a sea of textures and designs. Not only do I have to find it, but I need to make sure it's the right price. If it's too much, I have to leave behind the perfect size and color. I usually try to find something I'm comfortable wearing at all times. I only buy a pair of jeans every few years. So today, I got two pairs. I admit it: I got a bigger size. I don't know what bothers me more; the fact that I got bigger....or the fact that I got bigger jeans and I plan on losing weight this year, leaving me with big jeans I am not going to wear. We'll see, cookie. We'll see.

Winding Down

     I received his call at 4:15 pm.
     "Hey baby? Can you go to the store?"
     I had ten dollars to my name. That was it. What could he possibly want?
     "A bag of nachos and some cheese."
     That's right. He was making dinner. The thought of food made my stomach grumble. I had missed lunch because I had to make copies. I fought with the damn copier and when I finally got the damn machine to spit out my papers, the bell ran and it was time to go back to work. My day had been long and tedious. The stress was creeping up my body and I knew it had made plans to stay there all night, which meant another long evening of anxiety and aches. Dinner was starting to sound very good.
     "That's all."
     That's all? What else could there be? We didn't have much and he knew it. I rubbed the bridge of my nose and sighed. I was exhausted and ready to just head home. Fine, he would have his nachos and his cheese. The trip to the store was almost painless. I say almost due to the fact that my feet were hurting from standing and walking around the classroom all day long. I didn't browse the aisles or look for my cravings. I went straight for what I needed. Cheese: $2.18. Nachos: $2.00. A jalapeno for tomorrow's dinner: $.19. I had enough to buy him a soda. And why not? I loved him and I knew what he was doing for me. A soda: $1.09. The cashier rang up my purchase with a pseudo-smile. She was tired too. I knew it, but I didn't know if she knew how tired I was when she asked me to run my card through the machine several times. One because she had timed out waiting for the card to process without pressing the "credit card" key and the others because she was doing the whole card process wrong. However, thanks to my god-given patience, I simply smiled at her and waited for my purchase to ring through. I began my journey home.
     You know what they say, about how accidents usually happen near home? I was about to turn left on a street and the light turned yellow. Two cars were coming closer but started to slow down. This was my chance to turn since I had committed to the light and needed to get out of the street. The white car and white van following it started to speed up. No way, I thought as I pressed on the gas. My heart pounded fast as I turned the wheel a little too much, heading toward the median, but I corrected the steering wheel and made it. I looked behind me and noticed that the white van started honking at the white car who had almost stopped to avoid an accident. I was exhausted. First, a long day at work, and then groceries and now this! It was too much. I got home to see my neighbors who were in the process of moving and rushed to the front door.
     That was where the smell hit me. Onions. My stomach grumbled and my mouth watered as I fumbled with the keys. One lock. Two locks. Three locks. Success. There he was at the door, smiling that boyish smile and welcoming me with open arms! I rushed to him and stopped when he took the grocery bag from my hand. "I was wondering when these were going to get here." A sigh escaped my lips, glaring at him as he walked away. I missed you too, I muttered, and dragged my feet across the carpet. I turned to look at the kitchen and he smiled at me. "I cleaned the counters and dinner's ready." Finally, that hug I craved desperately came toward me and as I nestled in his arms where all my problems were forgotten. I was home.
     It was 5:45 pm.
     "Aw, you bought me a coke?"
     It was really good to be home.

Bonsai!

I love cross-stitching. Yes, it's horrible for my eyes, but overall, it's fun and beautiful. I started this project last year and then stopped. Then I lost my scissors and I had to find a new pair. Well, the point is that I managed to come back to my project ad now I hope to stick to it, although I'm dozing off as we speak! Gah! Ok, well here's my project. I think i'm going to possibly go to sleep already. Night, cookie!

Belated Post: Black Hole Sun

I'm so sorry about not posting on Tuesday! I got caught up with today's picture and I lost track of time. Anyway, here's Tuesday's post!

I was going home from work and I saw the sun, a ball of bright light veiled by dark clouds. It was one of those moments when you look at the sun and it doesn't really hurt. I'm pretty sure my retinas are recovering as we speak but it was nice to look at. I'm pretty sure I look silly shooting pictures with my camera while I"m driving. Well, I wasn't driving. I was at a stop light, but i'm sure I still look silly. It doesn't matter because I got a neat pic.

It kinda reminded me of this music video (courtesy of YouTube.) I hope it isn't brought down anytime soon!

It's the End of the World!

My mom once told me that being able to cook made a good wife. I didn't care much because my husband and I didn't care too much about cooking. We simply started to go out and grab food. Leftovers were key. Well, when times are hard, fast food and leftovers are going to be close to impossible. That's when I step up and prove to my family that yes, I can cook.

Here is my menu for tonight: garbanzos with chorizo and rice with peas.  That's it. The rice and garbanzos are filling. Not bad for dinner. In reality, it brought back so many memories from my childhood, except we usually had a piece of meat with the meal, but this is good. Beware of the end. I have cooked dinner!

My Babygirl

This is the girl of my dreams. She's the one I come home to at night and she's the one who sees me off in the morning. She follows me when she knows that I'm feeling down and comforts me when I'm in tears. Last night, I had an anxiety attack. I just couldn't imagine my life without this beautiful girl. As of today, she is 10 years old, which means she's getting pretty old but she's young at heart, just like her momma.

I love my babygirl.

One Man's Trash...

...is my treasure! Yesterday, after having that delicious fish dinner, my husband and I went to Target to walk off the food. You heard me, to walk. We had to walk around the store and not stop. So if we wanted to see something, we had to go around the aisle several times. I'm pretty sure the security office was keeping a close eye on us. To make things worse, we found a ball that was guaranteed to bounce up to 75 feet. We could not believe it...so we tried it out. The ball bounced so high, we almost knocked down one of those foam ceiling covers in the store. Right next to a security camera! Yeah, we put the ball back in the bin and walked away!

Anyway! The point I'm trying to get to is this. My husband found a plush dragon and quickly pointed it out to me. I love dragons. I collect them, especially stuffed dragons because they're hard to find and usually expensive. Sure, you'll find hundreds of stuffed bears, cats, and dogs, but not dragons and I have about 20 of them. So he finds one and says, "Look! Dragon!" I grab it and carry it with me, looking for a scanner. It's the end of the month and we're a little low on cash, but for a dragon, I would definitely consider the expense. $10. Ten dollars is money I can use for a new pair of jeans (an entirely different story I am not willing to share here), so I kiss the dragon and put it on a shelf. He was not going home with me that night.

We went to Wal-Mart today and my husband says "Babe, look." I turn around and see the same dragon in his hands. "Aw, it's the dragon from yesterday." I notice we're in the aisle of abandoned toys. This aisle has old toys, toys that no one wanted to buy, or toys that some bratty child decided to destroy and is still sellable, but since it's missing parts of the package or contents, the price is reduced. The little blue dragon was one of these toys.

I squealed and took it. I saw the price and hugged the dragon. $4.00. "You're coming home with me!" Apparently, the kid (or adult. who knows, really?) ripped the package and stole the cd that went with this  3D pet. It's a game or collector's thing of some sort. I don't buy the stuffed animals to register and play with them online. I simply like the dragon, so I saved this little guy from the aisle of abandoned toys and now it's on my lap as I type this.

His name is Lucky. He's lucky that a dragon collector's husband noticed him and that the certain dragon collector was happy to say yes! It's a good day to be a dragon! Oh, and to top it off, we got a dragon figurine from that movie "How to Tame a Dragon." It's cute too, but not photographed here with Lucky.

I Eated It!

Whoo! I know that's bad grammar but it was funny. Anyway, I wanted to show a picture of a sopaipilla, a type of doughy treat eaten with honey, but I ate it. It was so good. My husband and I call them pillows because they they arrive to the table, they are puffed up like pillows. This restaurant we go to, La Terraza, has excellent sopaipillas. They're light and smell so good. This treat followed my lent dish of lemon butter tilapia on a wild grain rice pilaf, a bowl of lentils, and for dessert, capirotara, something like a bread pudding, but really sweet with sugar cane, raisins, coconut shavings, cheese and peanuts. Mmm. Now, I don't do the whole Lent thing, but the food is SOOO good. At least from a Mexican point of view.  I remember eating avas (lima bean stew) and lentils, and chick peas in a tomato stew. There was also fish and cream of corn.  My favorite is the shrimp egg patties smothered in red chili sauce accompanied by sliced cactus. Yum!

Anyway, I'm stuffed with dinner at this moment and here's what's left of the fluffy pillow I received for dessert:

What Snow?

It's Friday. That means my blog entry is a day late. Yeah, I know. I was working on Farmville all night long and since I was so comfortable and distracted from my horrible day, it was quite welcomed and I didn't finish until 2 A.M this morning. So I'm a day behind. So what. I'll catch up by posting again tonight. 

This picture was taking on the way home from work. It was such a beautiful day. It felt like spring. You know, that time when it's not hot, but it's not cold. The temperature is just fine. It was beautiful and amazing and hard to think that last week, it was freezing here. Even impossible was to think that there are places where it's still snowing. I don't know. I love the desert. I once considered moving to Minneapolis, but when it started snowing in October there, I shook my head and said "Oh, hell no!" No thank you. You all can keep your snow. I'll enjoy my beautiful evenings and sunny days. Rainy days are a blessing and cold nights are excellent for comfy blankets and hot chocolate, but at least I won't freeze.  I know what people like to throw at me in response: but 100+ degree weather? Well, that's why the desert towns have excellent central air systems. 

Anyway, here's my shot for Thursday, posted late. It really was a beautiful evening.

And now for this break...

This is one of those days when I felt extremely happy and suddenly, I've hit an extreme low. I hate it when that happens. I have not been diagnosed but I'm pretty sure I'm manic depressive. Call it a hunch. I've had several mood swings all day long and after a long day, I'm pretty tired.

Anyway, so I'm posting colors. COLORS! Um.. yeah. These are my window markers. Happy times!

Song of Reality

The music flowed into the bar from the black worn out piano set on the small, elevated stage in the middle of the establishment. The smoke seemed to compete with the music as it flooded the small room. I sat alone on an orange upholstered chair, somewhat resembling a 1970’s chair I had seen on television. In fact, the entire bar reminded me of something out of a 70’s show, complete with the cheap orange carpet decorated with blue paisley. I placed my hand over my nose for a moment before sipping my martini.

            Squinting, I managed to see the man at the piano. He had his hair slicked back and the spotlight gave him a luminescent face, which only made him look surreal with his big brown eyes that glanced out at the audience. His voice carried on similar to the piano music already invading the bar.

            Hypnotized by his soft and seducing voice, I was startled when I heard the voice I was expecting.

            “Hey, chica.”

            I looked behind me and saw my dear friend. She was always someone I looked up to when I was growing up. She was daring and adventurous. She was different and lovely. After years of friendship, she wasn’t any different. Her hair feathered around her thin face that was covered with blue eye shadow, scarlet lip stain, and she wore bright blue fingernails that had nothing to do with her black corset and violet plaid skirt. Her chartreuse boots didn’t help much either, but that was who Karyn was.  I stood and reached out to hug her.

            “Chica, what is it with this old married look? And your hair! It’s simply so…blasé.  You ought to spend a day with me. I will dress you up and make you look good!”

            I smiled dearly at my friend while I took a glimpse at my clothes: a long black skirt that reached my ankles and a burgundy lace tank top. My hair was loose, settling along my shoulders and out of place after having it neatly set earlier at work.  I was a secretary at a health clinic. She was a personal assistant for a local government official.  She had once told me that she “always had to look good.” Today was no exception.

            She ordered her usual. “Cranberry Vodka. Top shelf.  And add a twist of lime in it, baby,” she purred at the waiter, who grinned and winked at her. “So, how have you been?”

            “Busy.  A lot of sick people. It’s the season, you know.” I sipped my martini as she leaned back against the orange chair.

            “I don’t get sick. I can’t afford it. Mr. Debair wouldn’t allow it.”

            “I’m sure,” I murmured into my drink.

            “Chica, we had three dinners this past week alone. Lot’s of dignitaries, you know. I’m so exhausted.”

            “Must be hard.” Meanwhile, all I could think about were the children throwing up around the sign-in desk. “I had a long day today too.”

            She smiled slyly at the waiter who placed the drink on the table. “Oh, I’m sure you’re absolutely busy sitting behind that window and answering phone calls. Poor baby.” She winked at me and began to take in her drink while I simply looked away, rolling my eyes. Aside from being amazing and beautiful, she was also cocky and at times annoying. “So how’s married life?”

            “Good. Couldn’t be better. You’re still with that guy? What’s his name?”

            She sighed dramatically, “What’s-his-name is gone. Besides, I don’t have time to be with someone who wishes to restrain my creative juices.” For a moment, she opened her legs and quickly closed them, laughing so loudly that she drowned out the singer for a moment.  “I have too many parties and I need to hang out with my people.”

            “Your people?”

            “Biz talk, baby. You wouldn’t understand.”

            “Of course.” She had turned into this pretentious creature over the years. I had seen it, but she was my dear friend, so I couldn’t tell her anything because I was proud of her…Or…was I?

            “So I’m going to Reno with the boss and I decided to take Penny with me.”

            “Penny? I thought she was working.”

            “She has a lame-o job. She can come with me.” She took another sip from her drink and smiled. “I would have asked you, but you’re just a housewife now. Penny still has some spunk in her.”

            I looked up at the piano player, who was now playing a softer tune. He looked at me with his giant brown eyes. They seemed be a twinkle amongst the fog of smoke.

            Karyn was still talking, apparently, as I heard her laugh. “…and then I told Penny, ‘Fuck them to hell! We don’t need them! I love Penny. I mean, she is my best friend, after all. I’m the only one that has stood beside her and she loves only me because…” My attention shifted back to the singer who moved onto the chorus of the song. He slowly turned to see me again, his brown eyes startling me as he smiled widely, almost wickedly. His words penetrated into my heart while his eyes continued to rest upon me.

            “…Words sound false, when your coat’s too thin…”

            His lips formed each word perfectly, but it was his eyes that distracted me from Karyn’s blabbering. “…we were so drunk the last time we hung out! But you wouldn’t know anything about that, right? I mean, you’re just a homebody. You never liked spending time with Penny and me.” He blinked and looked away at his piano when those words were directed at me. I shifted my green eyes toward my dear friend.

            It was then that my lips parted at the same time the singer began the next part of his song, “I don’t care very much.” Karyn stopped talking. Her wide scarlet smile loosened down.

            “What?”

            I glanced at the singer who was busy on his piano and turned back to my friend. “I don’t care. I don’t care if you and Penny are souls-sisters. I don’t care if you have three or twenty dinners a week.” The music began to crescendo along with my mood.  “I like being married and I like my job, which is not simply sitting behind a window doing nothing.” 

Karyn smiled and laughed as she began to clap. “You’re finally growing some balls, there, Dayanna.”

The singer’s voice projected over us “…I don’t care much, go or stay. I don’t care very much….”

That was my cue. I grabbed my coat and placed a tip on the table.  I turned to look at my once beautiful, once adventurous friend. I tilted my head and smiled. She was older, single, and drinking simply to pass the time, whereas I was happily married and finding other ways to pass the time than waste money at a bar or wink pathetically at the waiter for a free drink. I didn’t have to dress so awkwardly or scantily to get attention.  My eyes glanced at the singer who was looking at me with his brightly lit face and enormous brown eyes that fluttered at me with the piano’s melody. I smiled at him and turned to Karyn, who smugly sat in her chair, holding her cranberry vodka in her hand.

“I don’t care very much.”

“Bye, Chica!” Her laughter once more overthrew the piano and singer for a brief moment, but as I exited the bar, the piano took control once more and I heard the soft, chilling whisper of the singer’s voice through the speakers by the doorway.

“…Well done, Dayanna.”

(inspired by "Don't Care Much" from Cabaret)

Flower!

Today was the best day I've had in a long time! Do you know what made it the best? I found crayons and markers you can use on windows to decorate, thanks to a friend. As soon as I got the crayons, I started drawing in my husband's truck. I started with a flower and it was pretty. He smiled at me and said, "You're so cute. Crayons make your day."

Yup! They sure do. I'm not immature. I'm simply young at heart! Oh, and by the way, the markers are easier to clean than the crayons. Just an fyi for those interested.

Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day.  Well, happy day, anyway. I'm not a huge fan of Valentine's Day, so this day doesn't really affect me. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, but I love him everyday, not just on this day. I love my friends everyday. I love everyday. One day dedicated to love so that we can go out and buy presents is ridiculous in my opinion. Nonetheless, I still had a beautiful day with my hubby, even though he's sick now (thanks to the cold I had all week :(  ).

I met my beloved in high school. He used to be a bad boy, with his long hair and a devilish smile. Me? I was a girl who had never kissed. However, as soon as we met, he was a gentleman. He didn't dare hold my hand until I was ready. He didn't hug me until I was ready. And when we shared our first kiss, it was on my grounds. Over the years, he has never tried to stop me from doing anything. He has been my rock and the shove I need to keep going. He has kept me up on this glorious pedestal and close to his heart everyday.

Even though we've had our ups and downs, we continue to fight for our love and I eternally grateful that god allowed us to meet. Happy Valentine's Day, my beloved husband.

Have a great day, cookie! <3

Hello There

Ghosts from the past are painful visitors. It's the little things that trigger the memories and we can't do much except accept the fact that those we loved are gone. Not all triggers are bad. This one is one of those triggers. Her name is Kitty. My cousin Munchkin was given Kitty one day on a whim and he adopted her, cared for her. Four weeks later, he was gone. My uncle and aunt adopted Kitty, who to this day, misses my cousin.

Kitty is such an adorable cat. She isn't shy and she's quite social. She keeps my aunt and uncle company and I'm glad for that. At least they're not alone. When we took this picture of Kitty, her eyes soothed me, as if telling me that my cousin was fine.

Puppy!

Well, she's not a puppy, but she's a little dog. Her name is Paloma and she's my mommy's new doggy. I'm dog-sitting and thanks to my husband and his hero, Cesar Milan, she managed to calm down and be a good dog. So, yeah. My voice is still gone. My throat is hurting so much. So, I'm going to end this here, get some sleep and some rest.

Read the Sign

You have no idea how long it took me to post this post. I started typing at 8pm and now it's 11:30pm and I'm barely typing the second sentence.I have this throat thing and I kept falling asleep but coughing at the same time. Anyway, I've been going to work (like this) and even with my voice gone, I managed to get the point across. I actually taught class while typing on Word and gently banging on a desk to get the class's attention, which I did. It was both fun and it actually worked.  Eventually, someone gave me a cough drop and my voice came back (much to the class's dismay since they were having fun reading my lesson instead of listening to me whisper or speak hoarsely.

It taught me something though: I tell my kids constantly to suck it up and work hard, even though they feel ill or tired because life goes on. Now, if they're close to dying, of course take a break. We all do, after all, but if you can keep going, do it. So why shouldn't I keep working hard even though I feel bad? Because in the end, hard work pays off.

Right...?

Cold Night

It was rainy today and if I wasn't sick, I would have loved it. Rainy days are amazingly beautiful. I love splashing about and dancing in the rain. I also like the movie. Anyway! As mentioned, my sore throat has turned into a cough and it's becoming unbearable. This is horrible. I need my voice but at this rate, it will be gone soon and I'm going to have to figure out what to do to communicate at work. However, I wish it would be cloudy and at least sprinkle everyday. I'm not a sun fan.

By the way, that's from outside Super Target. Stay warm, cookie!

Comfort

It's no surprise that I've been so stressed these past few days and three more weeks to go. A friend posted on her Facebook saying "Many teachers pick up several vices when they stress at work. Mine is eating." This is so true. If you haven't noticed, the past few pics have been of food. FOOD! Gah, I am going to gain so much weight. The funny thing is that I'm eating a grapefruit as I type this. It makes me feel good, and so until I'm calm, I will continue to eat. Trust me, work stress is not the only stress in my future.

Some People...

I hate it when I see people get f**ked over by others. I really irritates me and in a way, it frightens me. I mean, what's to stop that from happening to me? One never knows when you can get screwed over just because someone doesn't like you or doesn't take the chance to get to know you.

While I admit that sometimes, it is our fault and we really did deserve what we got, there are times that you know those "high and mighty" are out for blood. They will hunt us down like rabid dogs and in the end, we simply run away, wounded and with our tails between our legs because their fangs are bigger than ours.

For those who have been screwed by the "man."
For those who have no choice but to grin and bear it.
For those who know that they're out to get you, even though there's nothing against you.
For those tired of the bullshit.
For those who just wish there were better people out there in charge.
For those who have a heart and wished others did too.
For those who are sick of it all.

I salute you.

Ok, so it's not alcohol, but this is as good as it's going to get for someone who doesn't drink beer. May your strength and experience help you carry on! Allez-y!

Oh When The Saints!

Today was Superbowl Day and man was it exciting! At first, I thought my team, the Saints, were going to fail miserably. I admit, I ended up picking up my copy of Percy Jackson and the Olympians right before half-time. I was so nervous and I didn't want to watch, but after that amazing interception and touchdown, I was on the edge of the couch!

Congratulations, New Orleans Saints! Well deserved and well played after half-time.  I was responsible for bringing dessert, so I found this neat cake at Target, which was delicious, by the way. A neat day, overall.

Work on Saturday

Usually, I can wake up late on Saturdays and enjoy a slow, calm weekend. However, today, it was time for work. I woke up at 8 AM and went to a session where I learned some interesting stuff. Yes, I'm being vague. Anyway, it was a good day, but by 3pm, I was excited to go home.

That's about it. I have no insight for today. Just proof of my day. Have a good Saturday!

ps. Uh.. yeah, a cell phone... I plead the fifth! : )

Yay!

After a long, LONG, week, I got treated to a box of wings from my beloved husband. Yeah, I have work on a Saturday and yeah, I have a lot of papers a head of me, and yeah, I have 4 more weeks 'til doomsday, but tonight, I'm enjoying my reward for hanging in there and being a good girl!

Hmm...

The past few days have been so stressful, food is the last thing on my mind. I haven't had lunch and today, I simply came home and fell asleep. I barely had a bowl of cereal at 11:30. I'm glad tomorrow's Friday, but I won't have any rest this weekend.

So today's pic. Hmm, yeah. Fridge.

Whoooo?

Stress makes one do funny things. For example, for the past few days, I've been taking my Hoot Hoot to work with me. I place it on my desk and I touch it once in a while for comfort. It's been a crazy week so far, but I have to admit, it's been fun seeing things work out. Any-hoo (heehee), here's Hoot Hoot! My comfort for the month!

Alone

During the day, this plaza is filled with voices and friends and young bodies mingling with each other. I once mingled in this plaza back in the day. I had friends that I could go to everyday and people that would hear my opinions. Did they care? Probably not, but it was the thought that counted.

Over the years, I've gained and lost friends. Some of it was my fault. Some of it wasn't. However, I usually remain loyal to those I have befriended and a betrayal of some sort is always so hurtful. Sometimes the friend is unaware of my feelings and I don't blame them when that happens, but I still take it hard. Other times, they do it on purpose and those friends simply dissipate and I never hear from them again.

My loyalty to my friends continues on, and to those that simply walked out of my life or are on the verge of disappearing, thank you for the memories.

You Are Divine

In my profession, I am well aware of how cruel people are to each other. By simply keeping my door open, I hear the voices in the hallways calling each other "bitch" or the F word, or whatnot. I've tried many times to correct this behaviour and everyone will simply say "Oh, they're just kids. We all speak this way." I mean, we even hear it amongst the adults. 


However, what if we stop and think about those we speak ill of? What if we remember that they are human, just like us, and perhaps, a little divine? What if we think of all humans as a little divine? Would we respect that? I read a blog on "Psychology Today" by Dr. Thomas Plante in which he writes "If we see the divine within everyone, you treat people differently...even those who you really don't like very much." That is so true. I'm not perfect. I find some people annoying at times, but then I do remember that there are good things about everyone and I remember to focus on that because I've been a victim of bad vibes and I know how it feels. 


Here's my challenge for you all. Try it for a month. Try it forever. When you're about to reach out and scream, bitch, or strangle that person that just gets on your last nerves, remember that they are a sister, a brother, a daughter, a son. They are someone's beloved and someone's best friend. They are someone who has cried and someone who has laughed, just like you. They are someone who feels and if you do attack them, they're going to either feel horrible or threatened. Just breathe and let them be. 


If we can spread this message, perhaps, as Dr. Plante said, the world can be a better place.


Dr. Plante's Blog Here