Spirited.

I consider myself to be a highly spirited individual.  I'm proud of it.  I'm glad that I am able to wake myself up early saturday mornings and help out TreeUtah, I love that I am one of the few people who actually take their dog out every day, and still play fetch most of the afternoon afterwards.  He is groomed bathed and his teeth brushed, and he gets cuddled and loved on endlessly.  I show my friends how much I appreciate them and I tell my family how much I love them.  I congratulate people on their accomplishments and I do my best every single day of my life to keep my thoughts, my words, and my actions in line with my beliefs.  Tomorrow is my little cousin's graduation from SNOW College.  I couldn't be more proud of her.  I am taking the day off and driving 3 hours south to go visit her, give her a hug and support her with pride.  This will be the second day I've ever taken a day off in the history of my work life, including sick days.  Even though I never take a day off I still take full advantage of my weekends. 



My contribution to their "Week of Action for Wolves"

Over this past weekend I went to the Liberty Park drum circle.  They had many hippie type booth's set up.  In one booth they were spreading awareness on wolves and trying to get them back into Utah.  I took the time to stop and write a letter to President Obama, then I thanked the man for the opportunity.  Personally, I think it is outrageous that some selfish farmer's and other greedy individuals have successfully exterminated the wolves in Utah.  Now I come to find out that Idaho is a close runner up!  We're approaching the one year anniversary since Idaho's congress stripped federal protections for wolves in the Northern Rockies.  In just ONE year almost half of the wolves population has been diminished!?  That is ridiculous.  So today I chose to show some of my support to The Defenders of Wildlife.  I can't afford a half gallon of milk, so I definately can't make a donation just yet.  I will though, maybe on my next paycheck!  I do urge any readers to check out their website and help wolves thrive again.  They truly are an amazing species.  To learn more about wolves you can google facts about wolves and a bunch of websites pop up!   They're interesting, give it a try. 

Momma Dearest

Mommy helping me take my first steps Grandma's back yard 1993

May 1st of 2011 I was getting on an airplane to give my Momma a hug on her birthday night in Venezuela.  American Airlines awful customer service ended up getting me lost and I missed my flight, which didn't have another going to Venezuela until the following day.  I remember a pressure in my chest as warm tears rushed down my face in anger that people can be that incredibly rude and unhelpful, and agnoy that I was going to miss my mom's birthday for the first time in my life. 

Playing in the snow 1993

After 365 of Earth's pirouettes I was back in the same sadness I was last year.  I miss my mom and it is now two years in a row I haven't gotten to be with her on her special day.  She such an amazing woman, full of strength kindness and forgiveness.  She's always been so good at making me laugh when I needed it the most, had the best advice and the most wonderful hugs. I miss waking up to her blaring music on a Sunday while she'd clean the house, or even better when she'd come into my room lay in bed with me and baby talk me, then pop my toes and tell me to get up. I miss cooking with her, riding bikes with her, crawling into her bed to annoy her while she'd try to read. I miss taking naps with her, and going to run errands with her. How is it possible we always managed to have fun on a trip to the bank, or picking up groceries at Wal-Mart?  I am proud to be so similar to her, I'm basically her replica. I love looking at pictures and going, HOLY CRAP, is that me or momma?  I know exactly who it is, but our similarites are quite astonishing.  I love that we think so similarly, and we feel emotions in almost the same way, we sit and we talk and we completely understand one another when no one in the world can manage to grasp us. I am sad that I can't be there to make her breakfast and help her clean the house with loud music playing and dance together or sing together, or just laugh together. I wish I could be there to eat a mango with her under the mango tree talking about our dreams and our goals, our plans and our passions.  She is one of the only people I know who have as strong a passion as I do.  I want to sit in the shade listening to birds chirp and smell the sweet Maracaibo air talking about the people we love and share memories together.  My mom is truly the best mother any person could ever ask for, whatsoever. No one could ever live up to her in my eyes, and I look forward to writing her amazing biography.  With her shining example, patient guidance and steadfast love, I hope to grow to be a reflection of all her best qualities.   May this next year be filled with prosperity and peace for her. <3  

Christmas 2006