Thoughts of the day
This page is not edited. I write here from my phone, while I wait for appointments or while I travel to and from places.
August 20, 2023
I invited my parents for dinner and now I have a headache. I’ll write tomorrow about it. I lost my train of thought.
April 11, 2023
I decided to call this adventures at Target. I am brave enough to get out of the house and venture into the wilderness of humanity in Florida. I am writing this from the car in the parking lot of Target. I swear I am going to go back in and get a pillow and sit on the floor for a few minutes just to calm down. I just saw a young mother; who looked like a child herself, with what looked like a 3-year-old. And this young woman was asking this toddler if he wanted white or blue sheets for his bed. I was going to crawl back home. Since when an adult ask a 3 year old what sheets he likes. A mutter flunken 3 year old doesn’t even know how to clean his own butt. Adults need to learn how to be adults and make decisions about their da-gone kids. It is a 3-year-old. Buy him a fluflen sheet with cars and planes. Get him Sponge Bob sheets. For crying out loud, be parents and stop asking little humans’ opinions. A child doesn’t know boo; they can’t tell between an eagle to a hawk, what makes you think they have the mental capacity to rationalize most things.
Anyway, like a great citizen of the Gen X, I did not mind my own business. So I interjected and told the woman-child she should get the green sheets because they matched the kid’s eyes. The woman looked at me, and she considered it, then she asked the damn kid if he liked the green sheets. At that point, the kid ignored the mother, sat on the floor and played with a toy he had in his hand. I just about had it and asked her; Why do you ask him? He clearly is not interested in sheets. You make a choice. The one who is going to pay for the sheets is you.” The woman looked at me like I was talking in Klingon. By that point, I was angry. So, I say, “Make a choice.” The Young mother looked at the sheets and picked the green sheets. I said those are nice and I left the sheet section. I forgot what I went for Target for, and I got angry at myself.
Next time I must make a list of the things I am going to buy at Target.
April 6, 2023
I am waiting at a dentist appointment. It is a cleaning but I am nervous. So, I finished The General’s Gift. That book was so easy to write. Now I must do the rewrites and it will be ready for editing in August. I am getting my garden ready for planting my seedlings and the pool ready for the summer. I must go in. I dislike writing from my phone, I make so many mistakes.
March 17, 2023
Wow, It’s been a long time since I last wrote on this page. I have published several books, I traveled a little, and I even have a stalker. Hey, I know who you are! But it’s okay because I’m not spooked out. Life is good. I had a setback a month or two ago. I live with Bipolar Depression, and I am autistic. That combination sucks. Many times my words come out socially messed up, and most times, my mind is in the pits of hell. Anyway, I am better. I haven’t left my home in over two months. That is not completely true. My mom got me out to go to a doctor’s appointment. I will rather be home with my dog and family.
I am writing but only for thirty minutes here and there. I don’t know when I will finish the next book.
December 26, 2019
It is a sad day when you find out that the person of your interest can’t return your feelings. The sad part is that I do not get smitten by just anyone, and now when it happened, we can’t even be friends.
Today, I wish for this person to contact me, for I have no way to initiate a friendship, but I know it will not happen. I lost hope.
I wouldn’t say I like it when I lose hope. One the other hand, I can pray for this person and ask God for lots of good things to happen in both our paths. I must live my life and see if I find other people that I may find interesting.
December 23, 2019
Today, I was cleaning my curio and all the Chachkies I’ve collected in all my travels. I have put all my things away and I thought all was packed. But this evening I found under the sofa a teacher stick I bought in Iraq. The thing has silver inlays and it is very pretty.
The problem is that Dexter my Wonder dog thinks the stick is his personal toy. So, I took it and saved it in a safe place. That was two hours ago. Now, I have no clue where I hid the thing. I know the dog doesn’t have it because he’s been sleeping all this time.
Oh well, the thing will eventually appear. Cleaning today, I found a plate I bought in Japan back in 2007 that I thought I lost in Germany six years ago. The thing is I have moved three times since then. I am glad I didn’t lose this memento.
December 20, 2019
I am going to end up homeless. I know I have these moments of happy shopping where my mind tends to have a little more fun than usual and I tend to make some impulse shopping.
It is the Christmas season and I like to give. I am a quintessential giver in my family. I not so much buy things for me. I like to buy things for my family and watch them enjoy their gifts. So, I went and got my sisters a gift when I was a little off, but I forgot I got her a Xmas Gift. So, I bought her another gift. When the gift got home, I could not remember who was the recipient or even when I made the purchase.
It was a nervous moment. It is a good thing I keep a detailed journal of my life lately. It is a better thing that Amazon has such a great Return policy. Anyway, the other reason, I may end up homeless is if I keep publishing books. It is expensive. However, with my current state of mind; It may be a long while until I get to publish any other book.
But let’s see what the new year brings. I can always win the Lotto.
August 10, 2019
It is early morning, and I am doing my morning routine. Now, I am in my kitchen preparing my coffee, and I notice how quiet is all in my house. I love quiet. I enjoy waking to a quiet home and starting my morning to no noise. I do not start the TV or the radio. I make my coffee and read the news on a paper or the net while I sip my first cup o coffee.
I also notice having people around me in the mornings makes me nervous. It does not matter who they are, the moment they start talking to me; I get irritated. I like the quiet. I like not to be disturbed with my first cup o coffee. After that, then I can talk. I just need to get used to having the person breathing next to me, and that includes my parents. I guess I am weird. It is a matter of letting the person in my space and if we could share quiet and a cup o coffee then we would have an awesome morning.
I noticed that today as I listen to the sounds of my morning routine. And now it is raining, and all I want to do is read.
August 5, 2019
I am at a writers group meeting at an acquaintance home. It’s sort of a BBQ and a meeting. We are retired women, some are staying at home moms, others work part-time, but we are all writers. I am the only one that has published. I have made the worse sin in the world. I asked. Who made the potatoes salad?
I got here late and apparently prior to me getting here these ladies had an argument on how much mayo to add to the Potatoes salad. Now, I am in the bathroom writing this thing and trying to think of an excuse to leave this den of the arguing middle age women.
I feel bad. But I did not know I wasn’t supposed to talk about the potato salad. I wanted to know it it was Rosa. I gave Rosa my recipe. And I was going to ask for cocktail olives. I like olives in my potato salad. I guess we are not talking about books today. Someone is knocking at the door. I must go.
July 30, 2019
Adventures at Walmart. I have a spoken agreement with the manager at Walmart to not go there alone. Things tend to happen when I am there alone. And sometimes, the manager has me followed whenever I go to the store durring the day. I do not do anything illegal, but incidents happen when I am around. For example, children may end up following me laughing and playing, or they end up crying to their Mommy’s.
It also takes me a long time to find certain items. If there are too many selections to choose from, I can’t decide. So, I ask the other customers, and sometimes people and situations get exciting.
But today, I went to the store to buy club soda. I did not want the big two-liter bottles. I wanted the small eight-ounce bottles, but I could not find them, so I asked around. But nothing, no one could find any. At that point, I got upset and went to get a supervisor, but as I walked passed the dairy section I noticed the cheddar cheese was on sale, but Dexter, my dog likes the mozzarella sticks, but those did not have a price. Then there was this Lady, and we started a conversation about our dogs, and she gave me a coupon for a Dog treat. So I took the cheese and went to get the dog treats. However, and all of a sudden, I remember we ran out of lemon juice. I went to get the juice, and when I got there, they did not have the brand I liked in the size I buy. So, I got a smaller bottle and a bag of these special crackers my father likes.
Then I remember I had left the garage door open. So, I ran to the self check out and like every time I am there something happens, the machine broke in the middle of checking my stuff. They had to call a manager and that is when Mike the manager saw me.
“You again! Omy, the last time you was here, we agreed that you were not going to come alone.” Mike can be such an ass. But I said, “I came, got my items, and I was about to pay when this thing broke. I did nothing wrong.” Anyway, Mike took care of my transaction. I paid and left the place, got home. I am looking for my Club Soda and remember, I never got it.
July 24, 2019
Adventures while waxing. Lord, why on heave do I put myself through this torment? It is pure torture. But today, it was used as blackmail against me. So, I am at the salon getting my mani-pedi and decided to get waxed. Ladies, you know the pain. Gentlemen, I dare you to try it.
So, I am waiting to get it done in this cold room, naked from the waist down. Needless to say, this is a very vulnerable position to be. I wait about 5 minutes and then this Korean girl who looks 12 walks in and starts asking me about my 4th book of the Assembly of Thirteen Series. She is a fan. She wanted to know if I finished writing it. All this time she has the hot wax on this stick waving it around and I can’t concentrate. All I can think of is on the pain that is sure to come. But the pain is less if the wax is hot. She is asking questions on my 4th book. Last time I got my nails done, I told her I had writer’s block with the story.
But here is this girl waving this stick of wax around like it is a magic wand. By now, I feel threatened; I am thinking that the wax is going to land on my face. She is looking at me with this mischievous look. I know I am going to get it. She then smiles, and the wax is not hot anymore, and here she is coming at me with the cold wax. The colder the wax, the more it hurts. She is by my legs. And I jumped faster than a long jump athlete. Oh, I wasn’t going to let that woman near me with that cold wax.
I told her I changed my mind. I left the room, and now I am getting my Pedi, and she is looking at me talking in Korean with her friends looking at me and laughing. I better get writing that book. I have a feeling this girl is planing something not good to get me writing.
July 21, 2019
I am walking around Publix (my food shopping store), and I can’t find olives. I was here three nights ago shopping for chocolate chip cookies, and I finish buying all the ingredients for brownies. Now I have a pan of brownies I am eating a little at a time. I have no one to share this chocolate, and I can’t give chocolate to the dog. I am the only one that likes chocolate.
Today, I am back at the store looking for Olives. I want to make a potato salad, and I add green olives stuff with red peppers. They give this yummy tangy flavor to my potatoes.
I can ask for help, but I am making believe I am researching something on my phone. This woman is looking at me funny. I think it is my hat. I am wearing a black hat, with linen pants and a loose shirt. I don’t match. My purse is red and purple. Or it could be my imagination.
I am tired of walking aimlessly, and I am hungry. So, I am going to ask for help.
You all have a great Sunday.
July 17, 2019
I had a very unorthodox day yesterday. I had my parental 70 year old twin toddlers here doing a project I never asked them to do. And they interrupted my work every five minutes. I have a book I am writing now.
The beauty of it all is that they are coming back today to finish the project. I am drinking my coffee and trying to write this entry before they arrive. Yesterday it was a day of crazy screams and them whispering through the cracks of my door to tell me how the project was going or knocking at my windows shouting questions, or ringing my phone to ask me to come out the house. And Dexter was barking every time I was disrupted, because he could sense I was anxy…. I wanted to throw them, dog and all, in the pool to calm them down.
I should write a TV sitcom of life with a pair of over energized Puertorican parents in theirs 70s doing projects around my house, a writer who has PTSD issues. I think it would be a hit. I just need a meddlesome gay neighbor and a not crazy family member. My parents will be here at any minute
I must get ready before the rumbustious golden duo… oh no… they just arrived, Oh Lord and they brought friends.
Today, I need prayers
July 10, 2019
I am waiting in line at my local Walmart. I love Walmart because of all the crazy shite I get to see. Anyway, in front of me there is this Lady waiting and she is here in her bathing suit and a T-shirt that reaches her lower belly. She has successfully shown the world all her legs stretch-marks today.
I am saying a prayer because this is something I can’t unsee. However, why people think it is okay to come to stores almost naked? I know it is Florida, but a pair of short at least would have been nice.
I will not take a picture. I am embarrassed for the Lady. I shouldn’t, but I am. I wish we could go back to the time where men and women dressed adequately to the occasion. If you are at the beach, bathing suit. At the stores, wear clothing that covers your private parts, for the church, wear your Sunday best and shoes. I dress to keep others out of my business. But not everyone is the same, and Lord forbids anyone tells others what to do.
It’s my turn to pay.
July 8, 2019
Update on the Officer from Lowes
I did get his number, and he got mine. It turns out he is six years older than me; Not a problem, I am 47. He is much taller than I am but also not an issue.
He called. He likes soccer, that is a plus. I hope he likes Rugby, will ask some other time. Ha, let’s see where this goes.
July 6, 2019
This is happening now. It’s 12:15 PM and I am at my local Lowes looking for a pipe fitting to fix my vacuum for my pool. This cute officer keep walking about in every lane I am at, with two other officers near him. I am sure they are not going to buy any plumbing pipes. He keeps smiling at me.
I am going to keep looking around. If he asks for my number, I will give it to him. This is one cute Officer.
July 1, 2019
So, I was waiting to see my doctor. For what? It is none of your business. I was playing candy crush to pass the time. However, there was this lady, and she was on the phone talking in a whisper. She wasn’t loud, but she was upset, and she switched from English to Spanish, and things got heated on the conversation. Well, my first language is Spanish, and wow, I am nosy. The discussion was kind of juicy, and I am a woman. I can’t help it; I had to listen. So, I placed my phone down, and she had my attention.
Whoever was on the other line did this woman wrong. It had to be her husband. My Money was on her husband. But she was there with a kid, and at that point, I was assuming it was her kid. Then the woman said a whopper of a bad word to the person on the other side of her phone conversation. That was when the Kid pulled the woman’s blouse, and he said, “Mom be kind!” He had the most precious brown eyes and a head full of red curls. I wanted to touch the hair. I thought it was a wig kind of fake. But then we were in a doctors office, and there were sick people and the kid may not have hair under the wig, so I just sat thinking of his words.
The Mom stopped arguing with the person. She apologized for her harsh words and cut the conversation. She gave the kid a juice from her bag and I did not know what happened to them because I was called in to see my doctor. But I did learned several lessons today.
- be kind with my words
- never assume the people around me can’t understand my language
- never have important conversations while waiting for doctors appointments
You all have a great day
September 2018
I used to call this page a blog. But in reality, this page is all about a place where I write my thoughts while I wait in Doctors Offices or I am in transit to and from places.
This page is not edited and most times it is full of emotions. I write about my pets and my family. I write about my desire to just travel the world once more but at the moment can’t.
I’ll like to hear from you. Why don’t you write and post here? We can discuss ideas and concerns. One rule and I will stick to It… No politics… I do not want to read about any partisan anything. There are many other forums to discuss those topics. But if your thing is quantum mechanics, I say bring it on. I’ll love to listen. But then you are going to have to explain it as if I was a 6-year-old.
Have a wonderful and blessed day
Many hugs!
Omy
