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Good, glorious morning to all of you today!!

Look what I found, a giant Sunflower at my daughter’s school where the kindergarden class has a small garden.  

It occurred to me that, if you look closely,  the center has a ton of tiny, itty, bitty little flowers, (Yes, they are all individual flowers making a larger one) that look so beautiful on their own. Likewise,  together they also make up a very pretty blossom. 

Sometimes, we get lost in the shape of our families, our friends. We embed ourselves in everyone else’s life and it may be fun and fulfilling as well, but sometimes however, that is not the case. We feel like Outsiders, or not quite part of them. Don’t you ever forget that you have your own beauty, your own life. And in itself and apart from everyone around you, it is fun, it, is fulfilling as well. 

Today, give yourself a chance to experience your own story and then come back and tell me what you did for yourself that you’ve been neglecting for a while. Share with us something that is important to you.

New Friend

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Her name is Cinder, over the past six weeks, she has stolen our hearts. Her calm demeanor, unusual for a 10-month-old puppy, has given her an upper hand when it comes to mischief. Not only does she look innocent, but she acts like it so well!

In this picture, she looks content and happy. She has finally relaxed to the point where I’m pretty sure she knows we are her forever family. In such a short time, she has come a long way from that beat down and sad puppy we adopted from the pound.

Look at this picture and tell me if you believe that a few minutes later, she escaped her leash and made us chase her all over and around the park. Afterwards, she went into the bushes plagued with tumble weeds from the empty lots around the park. At that point, I sat down and I started fake-crying out loud. Upon hearing me, she bolted in my direction and started liking my face. I got her! And just like that, her concern melted my anger away.

Friends Forever

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Braving the Sun

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In the Summertime

If it’s autumn or winter where you live, what are you most looking forward to doing next summer? If it’s spring or summer where you are, what has been the highlight of the season so far for you?

I am a creature of darkness, one who likes to hide from the sun, summer in that sense represents the winter of my social life. However, with an extrovert young daughter to entertain, outdoor activities seem to be the highlight for this season and although I may start out reluctantly, in the end, it is a lot of fun.

I love to be indoors in the sweet embrace of air conditioned, climate controlled rooms where my cyber life can be accommodated and my social networking sites are the best way for me to stay in touch with family and friends, but his summer, the highlight of my activities has been the entertainment of my young daughter who loves being active right under the scorching sun.

This summer we are doing it all, you name it, horse riding, swimming, beach days, hiking and soon to be, all kinds of camping activities with the Girl Scouts, independent camps and horse camps. I do enjoy being with my daughter and I have to admit that even when I start these activities begrudgingly, I end up having fun. My tendency to choose indoor activities makes me oh, dear god, so reluctant to be in the sun, but you know what? It really doesn’t turn out to be bad at all.

Braving the sun is that moment when the only reason you want to discard an activity is solely based on whether it will be outdoors, but you accept anyway. I can’t tell you that I brave the sun a lot, most of the time the decision on what activity to do is done for me (have you ever met extrovert children?), but I can tell you that when I do, there is a great sense of accomplishment on my part, and usually an irrational desire to repeat the experience, which for a creature of darkness like me, it is very out of character.

Whatever the case may be, if you hide from the sun like me, I challenge you to go out and brave the sun a little. Just a little. See what happens.

 

Little Baby . . . as if!

Written by Margarita Morgan
August 5, 2014

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My seven year old has come up with the best defense ever to avoid being scolded for doing something wrong. Last time I gave her a talk about how she should know better than to make a mess she did not clean, she bluntly said “but I’m just a little seven year old baby!” No, she didn’t come up with this all on her own, while joking about how to best avoid mommy’s angry voice, my older children taught her to curl her lips into a pout and say this with her best sad puppy face.

Last year, she used to say this frequently in a playful tone that she knew it was not going to be taken seriously. We all joked about it and my older kids had many laughs instructing Caillen on how to best look sincere when using this phrase. Time passed by and we all forgot about it, that is, until she brought it up last week as a last recourse when she knew that I was not buying the excuses she gave me to justify the mess in her room.

She must have noticed the momentary stunned expression in my face because she started laughing right after. It caught me by surprise to realize how sincere she seemed. My very first reaction was a split second moment in which my heart warmed up and longed to spare my baby from pain, my motherly instincts were yanked right out of my disciplinarian mode and surfaced to protect my helpless child, only. . . I had heard that phrase before. As the words set in, I became aware that my dear little girl has quite an evil streak in her psyche and I couldn’t be more proud, but to employ a well rehearsed tactic in the midst of a stressful situation is right down wicked. I was impressed.

Caillen did not wait for me to counter her defense, she knew she had lost the argument, but she still walked away with a proud demeanor that reflected her witted victory. For my part, I remained amused at her wit and was a little scared as well. “Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage*, but is it a number you should not care about. At her young age, who knows what other things she plots to get her way? She may only be seven years old, but there is no age to put limits in the world of self awareness. My youngest daughter stands to be a challenge and her wit no doubt will give her an advantage along with the support of her older siblings, but I welcome the opportunity to guide her and the many challenging ways I will have to outsmart her.

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*Daily Prompt
Age-Old Questions
“Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage. But is it a number you care about, or one you tend (or try) to ignore?

 

 

Happiest Place on Earth No More

Written by Margarita Morgan
August 7, 2014

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Many years ago when my four older children were little, we ventured on a family adventure to the happiest place on earth. Disneyland had been up until that time a wonderful destination and every time we had been there before, we had a great time. As time passed by, I couldn’t wait to take my youngest daughter back to Disneyland to experience the same joys and family fun, only this time, the happiest place on earth was not happy any more.

Maybe it was the weather, hot and muggy that wore down the employees to have serious and at times annoyed looks in their faces, but their monotonous and rehearsed greetings were a put off when arriving to the front of the line after waiting eternally to get there.

The lines although always long, were aggravated by the fact that most of them were outdoors and even as you enter the buildings to each ride, there seemed to be a lack in ventilation that made the air stuffy and the smell of sweat permeate every corner.

The crowds were the worst part of this latest experience. There was no room to get around. When walking from one ride to the next, you had to follow the hordes of people moving in that direction. As frustrating as it was for us, I could see the look of sheer aggravation and mortification on people that were either on a wheelchair or pushing baby carriages, they could not cut through the crowd to turn around or get to the other side of the street.

In the past, Disneyland used to have blooming flowers everywhere. The one thing you could count on was that the entire park was beautiful. On that day I noticed that the only place they had flower arrangements was at the main plaza while the rest of the park had a green tone of foliage indistinct from one area to another.

I remember how clean the park used to be. If there was a piece of paper on the ground, any employee nearby would pick it up besides the many individuals walking around with a broom and dust pan even through the lines at rides to ensure the place was spotless. Last time we were there, there was trash everywhere.

I understand that when it comes to large crowds, managing details is challenging, but with the amount of money they charge for admission and the sheer volume of people that attend every day, you would think managers and directors would be better prepared. It seems to me that Disneyland is more concerned with quarter profits than to live up to its image. I would even say that after creating a reputation for offering the best there is in entertainment, they lacked effort to deliver high standards in basic goods.

Yes, among all this distractions we managed to have fun. As my older kids say, it is the company you keep that makes good times roll. My daughter was able to enjoy the rides and each experience gave her enough awe and energy to last through lines, but I would like to hold Disneyland to the high standards they are capable of offering and realize that allowing ungodly scores of people into the park to the point they loose control of its management is not the best they can do for all the people involved. I’ll be going there again this summer and hope to catch one of those days when everything goes well.

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Daily Prompt
Think Again
Tell us about a time you made a false assumption about a person or a place — how did they prove you wrong?

 

 

Updating My Life Queue

Written by Margarita Morgan
August 3, 2014

Not to be confused with an item on my bucket list, I also have a list of things that were important for me to do or learn but never got around to them because real life got in the way. One of such things for me was to learn different languages. It is true that learning courses are available in a variety of formats to accommodate most schedules, but saying that where there’s a will there is a way is not always as simple as it sounds. In my case, taking time to learn a new language would have interfered with the time I had reserved for my family and priorities being what they are, I opted to invest my time in my kids and put off my educational preferences for later. I know I made the right choices and the rewards I got in return speak for themselves. My older children are a source of pride and inspiration and they appreciate the time I spent with them. Now that I only care for my seven year old and I’m retired, I have some time to pursue some of the things I always wanted to do.

Recently I purchased a learning system to begin lessons in Japanese. I chose that language because I watch a lot of anime and I find it to be a much better experience to enjoy such programming in their original Japanese language. Most of the time, the translations into English are very good, but others, there is a loss of context due to the natural differences between idiomatic expressions and literal translations. I also have a fascination with epic historical fiction novels that concern Japan’s rich and ancient culture. Learning Japanese, for me is not just a way to realize some long awaited desire to educate myself further, but it satisfies a yearning to immerse my senses entirely in a different culture in the same way I did when first arriving to the US.

I suppose that if I had started learning other languages many years ago, I would have chosen something entirely different. French for starters and only because I used to watch a lot of French movies, I guess there is a pattern here, but regardless of the chosen language, communicating with other people from different cultural backgrounds has also appealed to me. Now that I can dedicate some time to do things I’ve always wanted to do, I’m happy to report that I’ve already started to learn a new language without compromising the time I devote to my youngest daughter. It gives me a great sense of satisfaction not to have to feel guilty for doing something I enjoy and it gives me an even greater sense of accomplishment to know that along with caring for my daughter, I can learn things that I thoroughly enjoy.

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Daily Prompt
Back of the Queue
Is there something you’ve always wanted to do, but never got around to starting (an activity, a hobby, or anything else, really)? Tell us about it — and tell us about what’s keeping you from doing it.

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“Let it Go” Hangs on and on

Written by Margarita Morgan
July 24, 2014

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We all have songs that remind us of specific periods and events in our lives. Twenty years from now the song that would remind me most of the summer in 2014 would be Frozen’s “Let it Go”. There is no surprise there. I suspect you’ve all heard it by now. It’s a catchy tune that seems to leak itself into every moment of the day. With a seven year old girl who knows the song by heart, there is no shortage of situations where she repeats the words “Let it Go” after someone else or she says them herself in tune with the melody every time these words come up in a conversation.

While the song has been around for a few months, it wasn’t until the end of the school year that really cemented this tune into our household. Courtesy of our end of year recital in which every kid in town united to sing “Let it Go”, out loud, with gusto and unhindered by adults, everyone in town I believe, will remember this song forever as a staple mark of this summer.

Every day, every moment, “Let it Go” just hangs on and on and on, not just in my ears when I hear it repeatedly, but in my head as well. I can feel the etching this melody has carved in my memory. It feels like a deep abyss that has been chiseled into my brain one musical note at a time and seems to find no end. While I do appreciate the raw talent and lively inclination that my daughter has towards music, I would much prefer that she would vary her repertoire. For now it seems that “let it go” will be Frozen in time to mark 2014 the year when summer lasted a lifetime.

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The Daily Prompt
Musical Marker
We all have songs that remind us of specific periods and events in our lives. Twenty years from now, which song will remind you of the summer of 2014?

Childhood Expectations

 

When you were a kid, what did you wish to be when you grew up? Growing up is a never ending quest. I call it a quest because it comforts me to believe that I am moving forward in this endeavor of my own free will. It makes me feel empowered to think that I have a purpose to fulfill. My expectations of what life is like a few years ahead are always viewed with great anticipation. Those expectations drive me to think that in a few years this or that will be better, great, interesting, etc. Looking back to compare how my reality now days differs from what I thought back then is always different, of course, but not necessarily better or worse, just different. For one, My ultimate desire as a grown up was to be a mom and stay home taking care of my family, but the very modern family I had expected me to have a career and also drove me to work on something before I thought about settling down. In that regard, following their advice, when I was a kid I used to wish I could be a Catholic Priest, a Fighter Pilot or a Spy.

cassockckild2I have no idea why I wanted to be a priest, I liked the way they wore their long black cassocks through the beautiful background settings of The Vatican. There was no desire to perform the duties of a Priest I just wanted to be one so I could look like one. I much preferred their long robes to that of the plain skirts and white blouses of the nuns I knew and being a girl, I didn’t think they were pretty at all, so I wanted to look distinguished instead. Obviously, in reality I couldn’t be any further from that picture in my mind as a seven year old girl. I now find it an adorable thought because back then I had no idea what I was wishing for, nor was I framed by gender expectations either.

pappyAnother one of my thoughts into the future would place me as a fighter pilot. At the time, I used to watch a television show about The Flying Tigers of WWII. One of my heroes was Pappy Boyington and I wanted to be just like him. It was thrilling to watch all the air chases and confrontations with enemy pilots. I loved best that Pappy was always brave and daring. Looking back, I think I just had one of my first crushes and that’s why I wanted to be a pilot, as far as flying, that would have been nice as well.

james-bond-007-300x350The one thing that gave me the greatest expectations for my future and the one for which I did have a thrilling sensation of reality was that I could be a spy. Along with the TV show Kung Fu, James bond became my model for my future career while I got married. I had these two great tutors training me and I remember playing spy games with my friends all afternoon till it was dark. As the years went by, this one expectation remained in the back of my head as a possibility. Little did I know that as a mother of five, I would be employing all of my clandestine skills, specially the ones from psychological operations to contain, restrain and brainwash the little ones into submission. I can say that working for my own regime is not exactly what I expected, but it became somewhat of a reality.

The years of our childhood we spend on planning our future are full of wonder and awe. Dreams we come up with back then have no boundaries for our potential. We are our best supporter and proponent of the magical and fantastic abilities we could posses. As we grow up and are influenced by what we see in our reality, those dreams tent to fade away and we grow up to be completely different creatures instead. While I ended up getting married and being a mom, I didn’t stay home with my family as I desired until recently. In the meantime I had a job that did not resemble my dreams at all, but that did provide for a path to where I am now and for that I am grateful. You can say I took the scenic route and made it a little late, but I got there.

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Trademarked as a Minion

Written by Margarita Morgan
July18, 2014

Personal trademarks are something people associate with an individual and many times a person may not even be aware of what they are. In my case, it was funny to find out the things that over the years people recognized me from. When I had long hair which was most of my adult life, I mostly wrangled that, at times three feet long mane, into a huge bun at the back of my head. I knew that it was my trademark look along with my glasses, but what I found surprising was that at work, people recognized me for the amount of bags I carried with me.

As a Bus Operator with MTA in the city of Los Angeles, we are required to have with us a few items. However, our job doesn’t lend itself for regular brakes no matter how well printed they are on out time sheets. We need to carry with us not just personal items, but lunches and many times basic tools. I liked to be prepared for everything and so I carried my work bag full and packed, my lunch bag and at times my sweater, jacket and scarf that I took to work that morning when it was really cold and before the day turned hot. When people looked for me they always mention my hair, glasses and the big bags I carried for references. It was the bags on my back that brought the ‘Aaah! Yes, she went that way”.

Now days, since I retired a year ago, I couldn’t tell you what my friends would recognize me from; I’m a hermit and usually shy away from gatherings. My acquaintances here in my little town, however, would tell you that my seven year old daughter is always by my side. I mention before that she is a very social person and wants me to be involved in all kinds of activities with her. For that reason, I get to be in the spotlight frequently, but even then when I remind people of my name, I have to say I am Caillen’s mom to where they bring out the “ah! Yes” expression of recognition that lets them know who I am. It is debatable whether she is around me because she wants my company or because she is secretly training me to be her most faithful and compliant minion, but everywhere I go, she is with me and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I suppose that being recognized as someone’s minion is not so bad, after all, aren’t they so cute? In reality, I don’t know what other surprising things people may recognize me from. I’m not sure I want to know either. I’m happy to follow Caillen around and if I turn yellow, wear goggles and overalls is all fine with me, just don’t be surprised if you start to recognize my signature as “Ba Ba Ba Banana!”

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The Daily Prompt
Object Lesson
Sherlock Holmes had his pipe. Dorothy had her red shoes. Batman had his Batmobile. If we asked your friends what object they most immediately associate with you, what would they answer?