Monday, November 27, 2006

Yin-Yang


Yin:

Got up in the morning. Yin stayed sleeping in bed. I have overtime to do, so I told Yin "Get up, the kids are up and I'm working Overtime" Yin responded " and when was I supposed to know about this, I have to work today, I need to get all the sleep I can ". I told Yin " I told you yesterday when I came back from doing more overtime and where you got upset with me because you were to go with the boy to the library ". Yin replied “ I don’t remember any of this. “. I rolled my eyes out, get my lunch ready and left to work.
When I was on my way back, my car started rattling, like something lose inside and the car left me on the off ramp exit about 9 miles away from home. I called Yin telling him what’s up. Yin replied “ because you got greedy, now I have to walk to work” Note: He works less than a mile away from home.

Yang:

I stirred with the alarm clock, Yang pressed the snooze button and whispered in my ear “good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?”. I approached to him and laid put my head on his chest. “I did well, thanks. That myrrh was to die for”, I replied. A little peck on the lips and I got up. He stayed in bed. Because he was nursing a pinch tent. Went to brush my teeth and he went right behind me. Holding me from the back, started to kiss my neck. Suddenly the kids came in. Yang said “ now, now, let your momma finish getting ready , ‘cuz she has to get to work.
I left for work, did my 7 hrs and came back, my car started rattling, like something lose inside and the car left me on the off ramp exit about 9 miles away from home. I called Yang telling him what’s up. Yang replied “ Are you OK?” , “describe what happened” , “calm down, everything will be ok” . My roadside assistance delivered my car back to my house and Yang was waiting for me outside. He saw me and hug me. “ I was so worried about you” . Walked me inside the house told me “Sit down and relax, everything has been taken care off”

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Of Psychics, Ghosts, and Witchcraft

Because of my background, I've always been exposed to some kind of esoteric. My mom and my grandmother would visit a fortune teller once in a while. My mother claims she can see what's gone happen in the future and her and my sister have some kind of connection that all they need to do is look at each other in certain way and they can communicate.

I never really cared about those "gifts" they had, until I started experiencing stuff on my own. When I was 4 I was staying with my dad and his second wife on vacation. I was walking around the property and I saw this lady with wild crazy white hair. She looked like a witch to me ( I was 4 years old at a time ). I screamed and ran to my stepmom scared to death because of a witch. We went to the same place I saw "the witch and she wasn't there.

When I went to college, I met my best friend, her cousin and an additional roommate. My best friend and the roommate had this kind of connection, kind of the same as my mother and my sister. From them I learned to read Tarot cards. The roommate will come with stuff off the left field. As a matter of fact, she never liked my first boyfriend ( listed on the previous blog Of Love and Other Demons ).

Also, a little fling I had while I was in college; he would not call himself psychic or clairvoyant but he will tell me stuff and it will happen. Sadly, he cannot predict what's gonna happen to him

Nothing really happened until I was 20 years old, it had a lot to do with losing my virginity. The guy I lost it too was somewhat of gifted. He had this thing of reading mind. Finding out he is some type of warlock. He, however was dealing with black magic. You could tell there was more to it. He would supposedly be possessed by this girlfriend of his who died on a car accident, named Marisela . It is really interesting to see a guy that manly acting like a gay guy. However, when he allowed Marisela to possess his body, everything she/he said will turn out to be correct.

My second relationship, The Marine, lived in a house that was haunted. He would come late at night to see me and we would spend the night until the wee hours of the morning. He would go back home and when he stepped into his bedroom, the bedroom was many degrees cooler than the rest of the house. Once he told me he came in really late from seeing me and something ( or someone ) hit him upside the head ( ¿?). He once told me that bedroom used to be his great grandmother and she passed away there. She also was racist, so God forbid that this 14K brother mix with the real thing.

I joined the Army, cameacrosss many people and between them I cameacrosss this guy from my home town and casually graduating from my same high school. He had his knowledge from white magic more developed than mine. He told me once that people with gifts can "smell" each other, like when a dog smell the hand of another dog owner.

My husband cameacrosss this man who is also from mydescendente and had his powers also, but it was black magic, then cameacrosss the owner of the house we live in right now, he is always on the T.

The other night I discovered I may have some of that too ( does it rub off ? ) . Because I am a very complicated person the dreams come as a puzzle, always using a metaphor. And I always figure out what does it mean AFTER it happens ( doesn't that suck? ) . My mother put me once onmetaphysicss class once and the teacher's face blushed when she shook my hand. She said I am a very powerful being ( ¿?). I haven't had the chance to channel my power on the right direction. Someday I'll do.

People with gifts smell each other: The Mechanic and I were laying on the couch late at night and he started describing me this man in my life. Up to one point I thought he was describing my deceased grandfather ( my dad's step dad ) , who passed away many years ago. But when he described ititit sounded more like my grandmother's 4th and last husband, mgrandpada, the one I recognize as grandpa. Creeped me out because The Mechanic doesn't know about him, neither had seen a picture of him., but described him to a T. Could My Mechanic have more gifts insight besides being able to restore antique cars???

Friday, November 10, 2006

To whom it may concern

11/10/06

I am sorry.

I am sorry you had to find out like that. It was over the moment you moved out of my room, but I never came to terms with it. Until now. These last 7 months have been crazy, somewhat marked the end of 7 years of marriage. But I guess everything is for a reason. People change. We have changed and grew apart from each other.

Do you remember that Labor Day I was crying my eyes out? That’s the day I realized what was up. There was no more love coming from you. And that hurt me. I know I haven’t been easy to deal with but this is not a Marriage For One.

I will, however, be thankful for what I learned from you. I learned many ways of cooking and maybe, thanks to your inspiration and support, may be pursuing a career in cooking. You teach me how to drive. You introduced me to George Carlin. You introduced me to Wyclef Jean. You showed me that there are things I can do and I cannot. All thanks to you. You also showed me I could be a mother I thought I couldn’t be.

We will be completing the bankruptcy and then divorcing. If it’s ok with you, and because you don’t have the means for child support, I was thinking of leaving the girl for childcare at your place and while I’m at work so you can share with her and when I get out, I’ll go get her. That will allow the boy spending time with her too. I want to do this for us, because you have a very special place in my heart.

We have also to figure out what to do with the stuff in storage. Most of the furniture is there. You decide what you want.

I promise you we will be ok, I want my daughter by my side, I’ve never been away from her since the day she was born. I promise to you that if I have to go home for x or y reason ( meaning Puerto Rico ) I will make the arrangements for you to come see her ( even if I have to supply you with lodging and transportation ) or if I have to fly her in and fly her out. But I want to have this option open. I will try Cleveland first. But yes, even though you are no longer my husband, I want you to be part of our child’s life. Every girl needs her father. ( I can tell you stories about that ).And for the sake if our children, I’d love to be your friend.

Please understand why I did this. I don’t want to fight anymore, I don’t want to be loud anymore. I just want us to find happiness. I know is not going to be together. But at least it will be a little bit easier with the children.

Liz

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Customer Service Principles

I've been working customer service for about 8-10 years now. The major principle of it is if you don't treat your customers right, they will be taking his business somewhere else. I know people who had been walked out of places of employment because they have been rude to the customer.

A friend of a friend of mine introduced me to the one I shall name "The Mechanic". Originally he came over to my house to have my car up and running because of an emissions inspection. Well, it failed. So as opposed to having to go back and forth to town, I kept the friend of my friend that now is also my friend and The Mechanic. And there's when the fire started burning.

From a Customer Service Perspective, he will have customers coming back and coming back. The guy knows what he is doing and has people skills. And also does a great job; in more than one field.

My mechanic and I have talked for a very long time. I went to get them last Satuday and I was doing laundry. We spoke all night until next day. After a cat nap we spend most of the day together. Everytime I catch him staring at me in more than one ways and I always loved a man who knows how to use his hands.

I feel very comfortable when I am doing business with him.

I think I'll be changing companies very soon.