Technology

Well, there are a lot of new programs online that allow you to be accessible to anyone who is looking to find you. I am not saying that I am technologically illiterate, but there are some programs that take me a little longer to get comfortable with, and others that take me a while to really learn. My main problem is that I really like to take my time figuring out a program before I join in. I like to be able to control the program, not vice-versa. Facebook is one of such websites that took me a year to really put up. Figuring out how to add the account was simple..learning all the features and such was more time consuming. It may very well be that I have less time on my hands..or that I’m getting old, but technology is moving terribly fast and I feel left out (HAHA). Twitter is another program that has me interested and yet I really don’t think I want it. I know it’s been out for several years, but suddenly it’s like the newest thing. It seems that the program is to let people know what you are doing whenever, and allows others to comment on it. It’s accessible by cellphone and everything else. If I am wrong then someone tell me, but I just don’t know. I haven’t even gone to the page to check it out. ANYWAYS…this all came about from not being able to access my grading page for my students beause of stupid technology. I figured out a loophole, but other people may not be so savvy. Whatever!

Time, Age, Life

Years have passed and I find myself interested in writing, but yet I don’t know about what.  I could rant about the never ending adventures of motherhood or the “joys” of pregnancy, but really is it going to be any different than the many other logs containing the same information?  I guess I could just write about how life seems to be passing me by faster and faster.  It seems as my daughter grows up I feel older.  I love that she is growing and becoming more beautiful, but it only makes me sad to ponder in the truths shared by many other parents whose children have grown into adulthood.  Time does fly by, and soon your baby isn’t your baby anymore.  I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy talking, but I tend to shed tears here and there whenever I think my children are going to grow up and all the mini memories that I capture about their certain personality or cute gestures will only become a memory.  I love the faces my little girlie makes, and the intelligent come backs from my four year old.  I remember when my oldest was only a baby and how much tape I wasted on the video camera watching her breathe.  I guess time creeps up on you and age does too..which I am fine with..it’s the way it’s supposed to be.  I think it’s just more  difficult to think that my children  will have to take on this life as I did and learn all the wonderful and awful things this life has to offer.  I know I made it so it gives me a sense of comfort, but I still revert to the motherly instinct inside that wants to hide my babies from everything.  LIFE..there are so many memories…but they all fly by.  It seems like all my major achievements were merely hurdles and have gone by so quickly except when they were  actually  happening.

Wow, I’m back-who’s going to read this?

It’s hard to believe, but I am back.  Perhaps it’s the itch that comes and goes like fads in America.  Sometimes I really want to write and sometimes I have a dryspell.  My life suddenly got busy a few years ago and with that came less time for myself.  As I have learned how to balance the everyday to allow time for me to feel like me, I have found I opened a window of time for such an opportunity (to write).  Life has changed tremendously so I don’t necessarily know where this blog is headed, but I do know that there is lots to write.  I have two daughters now and another on the way.  YES that’s right three girls.  I never considered myself as a Girls mom, but hey God knows everything.  I don’t think that I have put much thought into whether I was any type of mother; just a mother was enough.  I am teaching English part-time at a college, and I feel great about working.  I really cherish the importance of raising one’s children, but it can be overwhelming at times.  Please do no discredit my grammar as this blog is a form of release and I rarely care if I am correct in all things I indite.  I am coming to the end of the semester and I can’t wait.  The college I work at doesn’t have the traditional university schedule..so those knodding their heads in wonder..yeah I know.  We have a three a year semester broken down in 15 weeks.  To return to my topic…yes I am back and I hope to write more about my motherly years, and work experiences.  Three children will certainly be trying, but I hope the good Lord guides me and gives me the wisdom I need to be the best mom possible.  I end here..I’m currently on class time..assisting student’s with a final research paper.  I hope to catch up and read the many blogs of those my dearest online friends  have written and I have missed so.

For the guys!

 

So the other day I was driving back from the Dr.'s office and I was on a very busy street.  While I was at a stop light I notice to my right there was a girl standing at her trunk looking in.  Her car was in a car-shop so it was in plain site.  When I'm driving I notice all my surroundings.  I also look into my rear view mirror, and I notice a pair of guys in a truck..automatically I realize these dudes probably spotted the chick by her car..so I start giggling because I mean..men are men.  Suddenly they start pointing at her, and I'm thinking jeesh she is just looking in her trunk- when I suddenly look her way and see her…entire body is in the trunk with her ass just sticking right out in the air..so I'm like DAMN..haha…girlfriend needs to chill this is a busy street…then I start laughing louder cuz the guys behind me are like deep in a trance haha.  The light turns green so I go..but the dudes are still not moving hahah staring away..so I just thought I'd share that since it was so funny…MEN!  This is dedicated to all the uncontrollable habits of men.

Quarter life

I can't believe school is almost over for me. It's not to say that I won't eventually try to go back and MAYBE get a PHD, pero wow..now I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. I don't want my brain to slowly melt away into oblivian because I'm not using it. If I don't get a teaching job, then what will I be good for? Not that I've come to the decision to teach after all..It's a quarter life crisis..kinda like John Mayer's  "Georgia" ( Love this album BTW!) So…the problem here is that I'm going to have a big void.  I don't know life without school..so I guess perhaps now I've got time for the garden haha.  In any case, I know my life will be filled with work, the babies! ( ferret, Eliana, My hombre)  I just think I can't come to the realization of myself without class.  I really enjoyed partaking in lectures, and going to the college period.  I guess it sets in more..I'm old…haha..and school is for suckas!

In other news, I want to briefly explain my situation- I live on the upper west side..which is not black white or hispanic..it's more mixed.  There is however one dominating species ,and that is of the crack dealers haha ok Drug lords..whatever you want to call them.  On Saturday..EASTER WEEKEND- there was a shooting right in front of my house!  I freaked because my baby was sleeping next to me on the couch, and God forbid a bullet ricochet into my home.   This is just one of the many wonderful things that took place that weekend.  I saw the gun in the person's hand and let me tell you..it scared the heck out of me..I mean..I live in the ghetto, but man how can people be so violent to each other?  DRUGS that's why.  I hate it here now..so…why do they have to come and ruin this perfectly nice street?  Anyways..that was my EASTER!  I just can't understand it.  That goes to show me….there are more important things going on in life..then me not being in school:-)