{Creatively Speaking} Creative Space. A look into a creative's mind/ creative space.
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Creatively Speaking: Creative Space

Creatively Space Lately, I have craved a form of creative expression. Although, I consider myself a creative person, I have doubts and droughts. With the move here creativity kind of took a back burner. Sure, I was creatively putting a space together for my family, but I was not completely focused on a little creativity time for just ME, for fun. I now have a wonderful creative space in my home. I can write, paint and craft my little heart out here. I’m excited about it, I love it. But sadly, it was one of the last places I put some energy in. To remain truthful to you, my space is not complete, but it’s complete enough for me to begin: creativity!

{Creatively Speaking} Creative Space. A look into a creative's mind/ creative space.

Physical Creative Space

Creatively Speaking: My Creative Space, a look into my creative space physically and mentally.

I have finally begun once again to pour my heART out. I have missed writing, painting, and drawing so much. I’m thrilled that the words of authors surround me while I paint or write. I’m even more excited to fill the shelves with some of my own original works. This creative space makes me happy. However, this creative space also makes me a smidge anxious.


Why on earth would I, a creative, be anxious about a creative space? Well, for so many reasons that I’m not sure anyone may understand, but I will try to explain anyway. I will begin with ME. I AM THE NUMBER ONE REASON. Not the room, really, it’s more me. I am in my head, my one true creative space. Often I question myself: is this good, should I really stick with this, will anyone like it, which route will I take, do I have time for this today, what else could you I be doing right now, etc… I could keep going. These are some of the words that occasionally float in my creative space and suck the color from me, which drains my soul.

Mental Creative Space

Besides the negative/questioning words, I have FOMO. Yes, I said it, I have FOMO, FEAR OF MISSING OUT, but on what? On missing out on the right outlet, the right creative form, the one that will hit the spot. I have been told that I have “talents”, you have no idea how that fills me up, but blows me up. I am filled with such a high when someone sees the talent in me. But I’m also over inflated with the pressure to keep these “talents”. It’s like I have to prove to myself that I am good enough to receive these kind words.

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Again, it’s me, not you. I appreciate all the praise. I actually need it, honestly. Praise and kind words pushed me to do something kind of HUGE for me.

Despite my fear, my lack of complete focus in one path, fomo, and a slew of other descriptive words, I decided to take a plunge.

Do What You LOVE

I have added a few of my paintings to my Etsy shop!!

I've added a few paintings to my Etsy Shop!!

TWSS Quote Shop Flower Girl Painting

I’m beyond excited to start this journey of sharing my work for others to add to their own creative spaces. Thankful to those that pushed me. ANNND I’m sincerely, thankful for those days when I can let the negative and the perfection go. 🙂

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creative space photo credit: Photo by Alice Achterhof on Unsplash

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Watch This! Big News + JORD Watch Giveaway

Watch This! Big News +JORD Watch Giveaway

*I received a free wooden watch from JORD in exchange for writing this post on my blog.

When my husband was in the Army one of his mentors told him he should buy a watch when he was promoted or received a new job. So, when my husband finished PLDC (Primary Leadership Development Course (That’s when he became a sergeant in the ARMY)) he got a new watch. When he secured his job as a civilian, he was given a new watch. There have been watches for different promotions over the years, as well as our ten year anniversary.
If you’ve been a friend to this blog for a while you know my husband’s job has taken us on a few journeys. When I started this blog we lived in Illinois, we moved to South Carolina, and currently we reside in Washington State.
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I love when weekends are all about new adventures. How was your weekend? XOXO💕

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I’m delighted to tell you my husband received the must stunning JORD watch to celebrate his new job!
Wooden watches by JORD GIVEAWAY!!
My husband actually was hired for two separate jobs within a week of each other. One of the jobs he was offered was here in Washington and the other in Chicago. Let’s just say we celebrated his new job with Chicago dogs while listening to Kanye’s Homecoming. 🙂 We’re going back to Chicagoland, friends!!! And I cannot tell you how ecstatic I am about that.

I’m coming home again 🎶

We are already beginning to pack and make sure we do all the Pacific Northwest things, like soak up the…. gray? Well, we’re enjoying our last few weeks here, which included skipping rocks on the beach, treasure hunting and watch-admiring. I mean c’mon have you ever seen such a beautiful watch before? My husband is totally in love with his JORD Dover Koa and Black wooden watch!!
(I think this is a good place to insert a HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to the best PAPA in the whole wide world. Thank you for going half on this journey with me, babe. I love you!!)

Wooden Watches by JORD

To be honest, I’m kind of jealous of my husband. I adore how unique JORD’s men’s and women’s watches are, I want one for myself. I also, think my husband’s new watch pairs nicely with the bracelet my daughter made for him. Don’t you?
Look at the spectacular packaging! I appreciate how JORD gives a little extra. I’m glad my husband has a safe place to store his new watch. Along with being excited about going back to Illinois, I’m also thrilled to announce that JORD is offering one lucky reader a $100 gift code for their very own JORD wooden watch!!! Also, my friends at JORD are generously giving everyone who enters the giveaway $25 towards the purchase of their watch!!! I CANNOT thank JORD enough for their generosity and their enthusiasm for my husband’s new job. 🙂

A Short Bucket List of the things we want to do before we move back

  • Visit the new Jimi Hendrix Park
  • Visit The UP House with balloons of course 🙂
  • One last picture in front of the gum wall
  • We HAVE to get another hike in
  • A bonfire at the beach
  • Carve our family name into the birch at the beach

 Is there anything we missed on the list? What else should we do? And how gorgeous is my husband’s new watch?

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Two Truths and a Lie Part 2 {The Whole Truth}

Two Truths and a Lie Part 2: The Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth

Today I shall share the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

If you’re totally lost, you may have missed Friday’s post. You may want to visit that post HERE. But if not, I guess I’ll give a recap, but you will miss all the fun GIFs that I posted on Friday.

On Friday I posted my first ever Two Truths and a Lie post, I had been wanting to do so for awhile. I’m so glad I FINALLY got around to it. I asked everyone to guess which one they thought was the alternative fact. Are you sure you don’t want to read PART 1? I’m about to spill it.



I Promise to Tell the Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth



I’m Starting a New Blog!

This is: TRUE!! I know, I know, I’ve been sporadic here, but I’ve been working on things here, there, everywhere. The new blog won’t mean I’m not blogging here anymore. Actually, I think it will probably motivate me to blog here more. ANNNNND thankfully, I’m not doing the new blog alone. I have a partner! I’m working with my longtime blog/IRL friend Phyllis (Verified Mom). Phyllis and I have known each other for a few years, she’s the first blog friend I ever met in real life. She is also the lady that gave me a shot at writing on a more grand scale. Not sure if you know this or not, but I was the Senior Managing Editor Tots To Teens digital magazine and blog.

Anyway, our new website is all about POSITIVITY! Living a Positive Lifestyle is what Phyllis and I are both aspiring to do and we want to do that with you! As you know peace, love, kindness and positivity are HUGE to me. These things are so important to me that (as some of you know) I stepped away from all things online (when things were getting super ugly, but I guess that hasn’t stopped too much since then, I’m just better at filtering).




I had to gain my composure, I had to realign myself and make sure I was only taking in the good, and filtering out the negative. When Phyllis brought up the idea it ignited something in me. I’ll be honest, after I said yes, I thought; “Dean, where the hell are you going to get the extra time?” But positivity is something I’m passionate about, so I’ll make the time. Plus:

I hope to see you there. 🙂

My Mom Sent Me to Anger Management!


This is: TRUE! I know, I know, that doesn’t even make sense, right? I didn’t think so either, but she sent my younger brother and I. We went to one session with a group of whiny adults. Guess, what happened, it made me angry. There was one lady who kept complaining about her life and everybody in her life. I think my mom realized perhaps my brother and I didn’t need it. My mom agreed there were some serious complainers in there. Maybe the anger management stint made her come to the realization that my brother and I were good kids, who were a little mouthy at times. I was an A-B student involved in the school, but since my dad was gone (stationed in probably Korea at the time), my mom may have just needed a little help.

I Chickened Out When I Saw Kanye at FAO Schwarz in Chicago


This is: False! I lived in the Chicagoland area for eight years (well, nine if you count the year that my husband and I moved there) and I never bumped into Kanye one time. But I did visit FAO Schwarz a few times before they shut it down. 🙁

So there you have, it….


My pants are no longer on fire. 🙂

Did you guess correctly?

Two Truths and a Lie Part 2: Today I'm sharing the whole truth, nothing but the truth. You may be surprised. :)


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Two Truths and a Lie

Two Truths and a Lie (Alternative Fact)

I have read my fair share of Two Truths and a Lie posts. Every time I read one I say I’ll do one, but never do. After YEARS of reading everyone else’s truths and lies, it’s my turn! I’m going to share two truths and one lie, you get decide which one you think is the lie. I’ll let you know which two were the truth and which one was the lie in separate post, Monday. 🙂

Get ready, buttercup, it’s time to read me. 🙂


I’m starting a new blog


I heard that read! “But you hardly blog here.” Ouch! That hurt. You’re right I have been quite sporadic lately, but I truly do enjoy blogging. I love it SO MUCH that I want to write more about being positive…

My mom sent me to anger management



When I was around 15 years old my mom sent me to anger management, which made me angry. Yes, she sent me, a peaceful, loving, and kindness advocate.

I chickened out, when I saw Kanye at FAO Schwarz in Chicago


When I lived in Illinois we would visit Chicago often, especially when family came to visit. I saw Kanye (that old Kanye, not that new Kanye) at FAO Schwarz and I chickened out- I couldn’t approach him.

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Which is which?

Okay, that’s it, two truths and one lie. Which one do you think is the lie? I cannot wait to hear which one you think is the lie and why. 😀

Totally random question, but since it’s Friday, and it’s been awhile:  Do you think I should bring Thank You Notes back? If I bring it back, I’m not sure if I’ll make TYN a link up.  

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My Hero! |#HonoringOurHeroes
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My Hero! #HonoringOurHeroes

This shop has been compensated by Collective Bias, Inc. and its advertiser. All opinions are mine alone. #HonoringOurHeroes #CollectiveBias

I’ve been known to write a few emotional posts, I am also known to get emotional while writing these posts, so Kleenex® for the win! Today, I’m talking about my heroes (because I couldn’t choose only one hero) as part of #HonoringOurHeroes. Yes, there is Kleenex on hand. Thank you, Fred Meyer. 🙂

My Hero! :) #HonoringOurHeroes


My Dad, My Hero

I have many heroes in my life. They are people who have shown me immense amounts of love, perseverance, and strength. When I was a little girl my dad was my hero, I thought my dad was a real life action figure. 🙂  He was unquestionably muscular, strong, short, and he wore a uniform.  I remember thinking how tough he was and how secure I felt with him around, especially when I was dangling from his arm as he flexed it. (My dad would let us line up to swing on his arm while he flexed!)  I owe the fire inside of me to him, I know my never quit attitude comes from him. 🙂 Thanks, Dad! 🙂

Honoring Our Heroes| My Heroes

My Mom, My Hero

My mom was just as tough every time our real life action figure/hero left home on deployment. I especially thought my mom was tenacious when my dad shipped off to war. Even when there were piles of crumpled up Kleenex® on her bed while she wrote ten page letters to my dad while watching the war live on CNN, she was strong to me. She was tough through tears and fear.  She held our family together, made sure we did good in school, took us to our sports activities, and she still made it to work every day (weekends off 🙂 ).

#HonoringOurHeroes My Heroes

Once I was at the PX with a friend, we were talking about our futures and I said, “I don’t think I want to marry a soldier, it’s a hard life.”  But you know as much as I do, love is love and love conquers all. I fell hard for a soldier from Ohio. He was handsome, strong, kind, and he looked HOT in his uniform.  🙂  (I did not meet him in his uniform, but when I first saw him in his uniform I got weak in the knees. To be honest I still do every day- no uniform needed.)  We fell in love, he got out of the Army, we got married, we had a baby, and then he joined the Army again– September 2002.

History Would Repeat Itself

History would repeat itself, I became the devoted wife crying with crumpled up Kleenex® surrounding me while I watched the news of the war. I had a slight modification to my story, because for me not only was my husband shipped off to war, but my sister from another mister (another hero) was deployed, too. When you’re a military family Kleenex® Brand is a staple in your home during deployment, not only for sad tears but happy tears too.

Mom and I

My husband and I were lucky that he was part of communications, I was able to speak to him often. We would cry and laugh over the phone often; something my mom didn’t get to do when my dad was at war. I truly appreciate my mom, my hero. She did what I was doing, but she did it with four kids and for way longer. My dad served 22 years in the Army, my mom was by his side for almost all of it. My husband did 8, I was there for some of it. They say military spouses are the backbone of the Army, my mom was certainly ours.

My Husband, My Hero… Our HERO

My husband, is our hero. While he was deployed, we always felt his love. He wrote us letters, sent us sweet pictures, and kept me laughing. He showed me as much support as he could while he was away. I knew I could always count on him to cheer me up regardless of the distance that stood between us. When he was deployed to Iraq I purchased a recliner for him, my daughter wouldn’t let ANYONE sit in it. She filled that chair with drawings she drew for him almost every day. She kissed his picture every morning when she woke up and every night before bed. By the time my husband returned from Iraq that picture frame was all sticky with love. 😀 


One of the first things my husband did when he got home: he sat in his chair and read his chair mail. That’s who he is, always making things about others, even on his first day home.

#HonoringOurHeroes| My Hero
Waiting for our hero.
R&R visit from Iraq 2004

He has been my biggest cheerleader, my “bestest” friend ever, and the world’s greatest papa to our three babies. I am lucky that he is my partner on this journey called parenthood. He is always there to sign up to do the extras for the kids and if I need help he’s always there for me. When I’ve felt like I’m falling apart, he has always been there to help me piece it all back together. He is my hero. (A little late, but Happy Father’s Day, babe! I love you!)

Our Hero| Honoring Our Heroes

Those Who Support Our Military, My Heroes 🙂

Thank you, Kleenex, Kroger and Fred Meyer for giving me the opportunity to highlight a few of my heroes today. I gladly support companies who give back to our military and partner with the USO. The USO was there to welcome home my husband and his unit, which meant a lot to me, and of course to him. When you purchase one Kleenex® Facial Tissue 4-pack bundle from your local Fred Meyer or other Kroger stores they will along with Kleenex® Brand donate one pocket pack to the USO.

Kleenex boxes #HonoringOurHeroes

Also, there are 13 giveaways, one from each Kroger family of stores, with a prize valued at up to $100! You can enter the giveaway by sharing your “Hero Story” on social media tagging your “Hero Story” with Krogers’ hashtag #HonoringOurHeroes.  If you would like to learn more about honoring our heroes, please visit the Honoring Our Heroes Website.

Do you need help locating a Kroger store near you? Here is a helpful store locator.

Kleenex Honoring Our Heroes

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Who is your hero

What are you?|I've been asked what are you throughout my whole entire life. Sometimes, people just really want to know what I am. Perhaps I'm a mystery that needs be solved, and I get that, I'm interested in people too. I decided to find out what I am a little deeper by purchasing my mom a DNA kit, here's our results.
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What are you? {Ancestry}

What are you? {Ancestry}

When I’m asked this question occasionally I play along and other times I get snarky (truly, it depends on your tone as to which you’ll get from me). What are you? A woman. What are you? A person. What are you? He who shall not be named’s biggest nightmare. What are you… what are you.. what are you… And sometimes when I finally play along people are not happy with my answer and begin to question me. What are you? American. But like what are you for real? An educated American.. woman. But like what are your parents? People, who are also American. Okay, maybe this is a bit snarky, again tone is everything. (<-Can you tell I say that often in my house?) When you want to know a little bit about a person’s background or ethnicity I think there is a way you can word it better. I’m trying to perfect that, because I too am intrigued by people’s lineage.

What are you?|I've been asked what are you throughout my whole entire life. Sometimes, people just really want to know what I am. Perhaps I'm a mystery that needs be solved, and I get that, I'm interested in people too. I decided to find out what I am a little deeper by purchasing my mom a DNA kit, here's our results.

I was once at a Dairy Queen and a lady stopped me as I walked in with three eager kiddos excited to get their little clammy hands on an ice cream cone. The woman was excited to hear the answer to her question that she just had to ask, “What are they?” I think I must’ve gave her a puzzled look because it’s obvious to me who they are and what they are, my loves. But it hit me, my kids are going to hear the same question I did all my life, and perhaps they too would be met with bewilderment when they answered. The lady must’ve read my face, because allegedly ::side eye:: I talk with my face.  (I also suffer a serious case of RBF. :-/ ) The lady quickly started to compliment my children saying they were beautiful and exotic, and then asked if they were Hawaiian? Ummm… no. But thanks. And there I was in the middle of DQ explaining briefly what they are, because I didn’t have time to go into a history lesson, and the kids didn’t have time for that either. ICE CREAM. 🙂

What are you? Born in the USA| Learning my family history via Ancestry.com|

I’m not sure

Growing up I knew I was American. I knew I loved my country. I knew my dad fought for our American freedom. My first cassette tape (do you remember those?) was Bruce Springsteen’s Born In The USA! I loved that tape, I played Born In The USA, which is a terribly sad song by the way, over and over in my Walkman (DO YOU REMEMBER THOSE?). When you’re younger you honestly don’t care too much about what you are or who you are. But maybe not. I just was hit with a memory. Cue the fuzzy memory cloud….

It was a scorching Texas day, and I had played all day long in the Texas sun. I was in the tub scrubbing, scrubbing away, I was on the verge of tears trying so hard to clean myself. My mom asked, “What are you doing?” And with tear filled eyes I said, “I’m trying to get it off and it won’t come off.”  I was working so hard to wash away the tan, I didn’t want to be this new dark tan that the sun kissed me with, I wanted to look like her, my beautiful mom. I imagine I put her in some sort of motherly dilemma, because a) her child seems unhappy with her skin color and b) her daughter wanted so badly to look like her. I’m sure my mom reassured me that I was beautiful just the way that I was. She must’ve, because I learned to embrace the tan that the summer sun always kissed me with. I was the “light skinned” kid, the one with freckles, green eyes, and light brown curly hair with golden highlights (Yes, that’s right, my hair was light with golden highlights, but dye ruined that.) Perhaps, it was odd to me when I was younger how I would get strikingly dark because the rest of the year I was kind of pale.

What are you?| My story or half it at least.Me circa 2013


My dad is dark, my mom is light, and I was in the middle.

Most of my childhood I thought I was Mexican American, but I later learned that my mom’s side had a lot more story to unfold. We would learn bits and pieces over time. When you’re learning bits and pieces you don’t always have an answer for “what are you” because you’re unsure yourself. Sometimes people don’t want to know what you are, they’ll tell you what you are. I have been a mix kid, because people assumed I was. I have been Italian, Asian, Greek, and Puerto Rican, because people assumed I was or told me I was. Well, the Puerto Rican was because an ex-boyfriend’s family asked me to be Puerto Rican for a day because his grandma hated Mexican women after her son divorced one. 😀 His family loved me, I played along by not saying much to the Mexican-hating grandma. I played along with Italian too, because I knew the lady showing us the apartment wanted me to be Italian, and I knew we (my husband, my baby girl in the womb, and I) needed an apartment. Turns out I wasn’t playing along with Italian… but we’ll get there. 🙂

Me at three

My mom has always wanted to know more about her family’s lineage.  My dad never seemed as interested in his own, because as he said his family had lived in the same place for years (his family’s house was made of adobe and they kept adding to it). Years ago my husband and I tried looking into our families’ history via Ancestry.com, we found a lot of information on his dad’s side of the family, some on my mom’s side, and not too much on my dad’s or my mother-in-law’s families.  Side note: My maternal grandfather’s name changes in the census throughout the years between his Spanish name into it’s English translation and he’s considered caucasian. I took notes while researching in one of my 300,000 notebooks, but I lost it. My mom never forgot that I took notes and has asked me over the years if I had them, so for her birthday I decided to do something for her quest to know more about… her.

The other half of me.

For my mom’s birthday my husband and I purchased a DNA test from Ancestry.com to further understand what my mom is. 😀 We set up an account for her and a kit was sent. When setting up her account we did NOT fill out her family tree or answer any questions about her ancestry, so imagine how delighted we were when the results showed up and we found out that the little bit of digging we did was right! We also learned some more fun information about her, the other half of me. Would you like to see? Of course you do, you’ve made it this far 🙂

FIRST… let me tell you what we already knew/heard: Spanish, French, Irish and Mexican.

Here are my mom’s results:

What are you? Has anyone ever asked you that question? I get it often, and for the longest time I wasn't completely sure how to answer. I know half of the answer now.

Ethnicity Report

See I wasn’t playing along with the Italian, I do technically have Italian blood. 🙂 My mom is mainly European, which we kind of figured. Honestly, having a bit of Asian in the mix was a complete surprise, but one we welcome. 🙂 Iberian Peninsula would be where the Spanish comes in but it also touches other countries. My mom is also 3% European Jewish, which is more than the Irish that we heard about, 2%. What I’ve shown here isn’t everything, I’m able to click on the tabs and further trace the regions, this gives me a better breakdown of our family’s history. For example, the 6% African is broken down like this: Africa North 3% Cameroon/Congo <1% Senegal <1% and African Southeastern Bantu <1% Cool, right?

My husband and I want to get kits of our own. I gather my what-are-you-conversations will be longer, because there’s so much more to me now. 🙂 Has your family taken a DNA ancestry test? Would you like to?


Currently: Angsty Retrograde-y May
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Currently {Angsty Retrograde-y May}



Currently… I’m going through some thing, I’m not sure what it is. I’m just going through it. I don’t want to let the low tide pull me in. The waves are crashing over me, they’re not hurtful, they are simply cleansing me, perhaps they’re gearing me up for this new chapter. There are moments where I feel like I’m one with those waves; loud, silent, calming, volatile (there’s 8 different definitions of this word choose whichever you’d like), and refreshing.


(Thank you, Shelly, for introducing this song to me.)

Mercury in retrograde?  Thank goodness it’s almost over. Well.. if that’s even it..

Currently, I’m learning what I’ve always known, life moves on with or without you. Life doesn’t slow down for you to catch up, waiting for the right time is the wrong way to manage time. Yup, I’ve done that, and I’m done.

Currently, I’m listening to Beyonce and wondering why it took me so long to get on the Beyonce bandwagon. She has me all inspired right now.


I think I may make Flawless my new anthem (I know it’s an older song, but hear me out), because I need to remember I too can be flawless, I need to drink from the confidence fountain. I also really like hearing Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s part in the song. Annnd now I’m listening to Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s TedTalk.

Currently, I’m getting back into my creative outlets, because I need them.

Morning meditation. Coffee & Sharpies ?

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Currently, I’m missing the beach, I think I need it again. I’ll be there this weekend. YES!! Hopefully, my spending Monday morning in second grade and sharing the sharing bird in sharing circle with a little guy (not my guy) who kept wiping his nose with his hands doesn’t derail my weekend plans.

Mermaid at the Beach

Currently, I’m realizing I’m not a “fake it ’till you make it” gal. I’m a let’s be real gal. I’m being completely transparent here. Life is good. I’m good. I’m just in a place or disarray. I live good. I love hard. I’m loved. I’m happy with my tribe. I’m not in love with my geographic location. I’m fighting some angst. I’m tired of being consistently inconsistent when it comes to the blog. I’d love to get out of debt and have my student loan disappear. I’m ready for us to find our forever home. I’m happy the sun is shinning today. Apparently, I need sun and I have fallen in love with doughnuts. 

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Random The More You Know?   Please do remember we all throw up facades from time to time, so, with that thought, don’t compare yourself. I think we can all admit to a little comparison here and there, right? We have to stop that or realize we’re comparing highlights, or as they call it in second grade high points. You can’t compare other’s high points to your low points or your in the middle. How could we possibly know what goes on behind the iPhone or computer screen?

Currently {thoughts} Your story is unique and so so different... and not worthy comparison.

Currently, I’m wishing I could make a living doodling and handlettering. I’ve been working on a little something, and I know I’ve been hinting for months, but remember what I said about needing to drink from the confidence fountain and fighting off angst. But, Dean, you just said:

Life doesn’t slow down for you to catch up, waiting for the right time is the wrong way to manage time.

Yup, you’re right, and that’s why I followed up with:

Yup, I’ve done that, and I’m done.

I’m also kind of a perfectionist…It's NOT who you are, it's who you THINK you're not

I think I’m also done with information overload too. I’ve been streaming all sorts of information to get me to a point where I will emerge as the all knowledgeable being when it comes to my craft/skill. 😀 It’s pretty laughable, right?

Currently, I’m busy with end-of-the-year school projects and other end-of-the-year school duties that are slowly growing. All of sudden everyone has project or two, and they are all due soon. Thanks!

Currently, I’ve missed out on a hot cup of coffee to talk to you, my friends. Because talking and catching up with friends means more to me than my beloved coffee. 🙂 Thank you for being a friend and caring to read what’s been up with me… currently.



Hey, It's Okay!
Getting to know Me, Link-Up

Hey It’s Okay!

I’m joining Hey, It’s Okay Tuesday on a TUESDAY!! Amber of Airing My Laundry has a weekly linkup to share what you’re okay with.  I highly recommend you join, it’s fun. I feel like I’m in confessional. Although, I’ve never been in a confessional; my blog is one big confessional. I mean you’re not seeing me when I’m professing some pretty profound shhtuff here. Okay, not that deep and profound. Well, there was this post, and this post, or this post, oh wait, what about this post. But then again, I’ve created squishy play dough, chilaquiles, BACON CHOCOLATE, which reminds me I have something I’m okay with! I’ll share that below.

Hey, It's Okay!

Hey, It’s Okay

… that my family and I have cut down on the bacon, actually we’re cutting down on our meat consumption. I’m not sure how my (Mexican) grandma would feel about this, but I made vegetarian tacos again last night- it was a hit, again! We do not use fake meat, you know, the soy stuff. No. I use vegetables: cauliflower, peppers, onions, and your standard taco toppings. 🙂

… that I’m not sure if I could ever give up a burger. Okay, that’s dramatic, I have given up burgers in the past.

… that during an intense conversation with my husband about happiness, life, and death I started quoting The Office. My love for The Office is real (see here and here).

Michael Scott


… that I’m not sure if I’m okay with this year zooming by. Umm.. Happy March! However, I am ready for some sunshine. 🙂

… that I got emotional watching the first episode of Fuller House. I know it’s cheesy, but eh the kids and I can enjoy a show together.

… that I cannot wait for Friday! 1) Because Fridays are my favorite. 2) HOUSE OF CARDS!!! 3) Thank You Notes  4) It’s the freakin’ weekend.


… that I’m not on Snapchat. I’m just not sure I need it with all my other 105 social media accounts. Also, just a question, if you’re on Snapchat aren’t your snaps (?) suppose to disappear? If that’s the case, uh oh they’re showing up on Instagram!

… that I’m about to plug my giveaway. Have you entered?

Creators gonna create |Case App Giveaway

What are you okay with?


Did you miss Thank You Notes?

Thank You Notes| Friday the 13th| World Kindness Day| Mrs. AOK, A Work In Progress

Do you have a post to linkup this week?




My Last Fling| South Carolina
Beach, Getting to know Me

My Last Fling

My last fling has been on my mind lately… 

My Last Fling| South Carolina

There are days that I miss her, like today. It’s cold and gray, with peeks of sunshine piercing through the window. That’s when I’m reminded of her, her warmth, her charm, and how she had this power to embrace me with her soothing calm.

Gentle Waves| IOP, South Carolina

We would enjoy the sunrise with the sand between our toes. We had beautiful sandy memories her & I.

Sunrise on the beach| IOP South Carolina

Despite having our good times there was so much unknown; she welcomed me, charmed me, but still I did not feel completely convinced she was home. She said and did things in the past that still had me pissed.

Farmers Market| Mount Pleasant, South Carolina

Downtown Historic Charleston South Carolina

When I started to ponder walking away she always seemed to know. She would smile at me with her sun-kissed love and whisper, “We still have the beach

Payphone Downtown Charleston, South Carolina

and that’s where we’d go

Beach IOP South Carolina

The waves would clash against one another humming their beautiful fight song and I would listen,  I couldn’t help but to hum along. I always seemed to drift back in her arms- she had it that way.

IOP South Carolina

But last summer, oh last summer, she got volatile and vicious bringing up memories from her past before me. I got distant once more, but something told me that wasn’t the way. I held on thinking things would change-  I stuck up for her.

Summer 2015 Charleston South Carolina

And just as life moves like the ocean’s waves, my life took me in a new direction. I had to say good-bye.

Me on the IOP| South Carolina| My last fling

My Last Fling: Sunshine and Heart| IOP, South Carolina

I still get news about her, turns out she still has her flaws


She’s not perfect, I’m not perfect, we’re not perfect, but for some reason I miss walking beside her on days like this. I long for the sun to kiss my face, the waves to crash hummingly, and that feeling of calm that crashes over me when I was with her…. sometimes

Rain| Seattle Vibes| Currently




Don’t forget to share your Thank You Notes with me each Friday!

Thank You Notes| Friday the 13th| World Kindness Day| Mrs. AOK, A Work In Progress

Sharing my photos over at Photo Friday. 🙂 I’m also sharing here.

Always be a work in progress| Emily Lillian| Quotes| Mrs. AOK, A Work In Progress
Currently, Getting to know Me


I’m jumping on the bandwagon again, except this year I’m following the rules; I chose one word this year! Last year, I chose seven words. I did pretty good with those words, I wrote the recap here.  As I stated in my previous post, I’m indecisive. It’s true, I hate to admit it, but it’s true, I can be the worst when it comes to making decisions. Is that some sort of lack of confidence? Perhaps. I think that’s why the word that I chose for this year is perfect!

I choose to flourish this year.

To be honest it took me a while to settle on flourish, I kept thinking there were so many other words, many that I love, but flourish kept popping back in my head. So, like a coach who has an eager player who just wants a chance, I’m letting Flourish suit up for the big game- 2016. 🙂  (If you read suit up and thought of Barney Stinson ->?)

I’m ready to flourish. I need to flourish. I know I’m 35, but I have so much more to do, give, grow– I will flourish.

What the hell does flourish mean?

Well... per Merriam Dictionary:


verb flour·ish \ˈflər-ish, ˈflə-rish\

Simple Definition of flourish

Popularity: Top 20% of words
  • : to grow well : to be healthy

  • : to be very successful : to do very well

  • : to hold up and show (something) in an excited or proud way

Full Definition of flourish

  1. intransitive verb
  2. 1:  to grow luxuriantly :  thrive

  3. 2a :  to achieve success :  prosper <a flourishing business>b :  to be in a state of activity or production <flourished around 1850>c :  to reach a height of development or influence

  4. 3:  to make bold and sweeping gestures

  5. transitive verb
  6. :  to wield with dramatic gestures :  brandish

flour·ish·er noun
flour·ish·ing·ly play\-i-shiŋ-lē\ adverb


What does that mean for me?

This year, I want to grow, thrive, and do things successfully. I want to sincerely, wholeheartedly, and courageously (Don’t hate me Mr. Stephen King. #AdverbQueen) do all the things with zero fear! I want to embrace the hashtag #ByeFearlicia (Okay, it’s not a real hashtag, yet.) Mr. King would argue that I’m still rooted in fear because of my redundant use of adverbs.  I agree, there is still a touch of fear when it comes to my writing. However, I’m well aware that there is magic within me, just like Dumbo. 😉

I want my writing to unfold, I want to release, and share. I’m not holding back. I’ve already begun. 🙂

It’s not all about my writing though, there are many areas where I would like to flourish this year.

*Writing- you’ve got that.

You can, you should, and if you're brave enough to start, you will. | Stephen King| Quote| Word| Mrs. AOK, A Work In Progress.com

*Creativity– I want to create more this year. I want to come alive forgetting rules, lines, and chores, and just go for it!

Creativity is intelligence having fun| Albert Einstein| Quote| Mrs. AOK, A Work In Progress

*Photography- I know photography is a form of creativity, but I want to make it well aware that I will flourish in this area. I want to capture beautiful memories through a lens.

A camera is a save button for the mind's eye| Roger Kingston| Quote| Mrs. AOK, A Work In Progress

* Teaching- I have knowledge to share, thoughts, recipes, and life lessons that I need to giveaway. Sean McCabe, said it best:


*Me- Over the last few years I have slowly unraveled the tight ball of yarn I have become. I’m giving away pieces of me slowly, with love from me to you. I want to keep doing that. I want to love, give, learn, share, repeat. I did things last year that made me happy… PROUD, and I want to do those things multiplied by 100 or a realistic 25. 🙂

Always be a work in progress| Emily Lillian| Quotes| Mrs. AOK, A Work In Progress

Can I be frank with you? As I’m writing this out I’m thinking WTF, why does it take a new year or why does it take being 35, to realize these types of things. I wish I would have been this person at 25.  At 25 I was pregnant, learning the ropes of being married to a war returned veteran, and I was setting off from my home in Texas to Illinois, so yeah, I guess my mind wasn’t right then. My 30’s have been all about growth and progress, and I’m happy to share these years with you!

Cheers to evolving… flourishing. 🙂

Happy New Year!!!