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Writing Prompts:  At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?

This is (unfortunately ) an easy one for me, the day that I realized that I was immortal was the day that I was told that I was gonna need a liver transplant, I was 20 years old. I feel fortunate that I had an awesome medical team who swooped in and took care of me and diagnosed me , but at the time I’m angry at myself for not realizing how sick I was, I pretty much went through my entire senor year of high school is a daze, and I thought that it was normal. I remember when I was diagnosed with autoimmune hepatitis, I was so incredibly angry, because I never drank, I never smoked, I never did any drugs, but I was already in end stage liver failure.

Realizing that I was sick brought two important things into focus, 1. Life fuckin’ sucks sometimes, and 2 Anyone’s life can be cut short in a second…. but dealing with that situation as well as my second transplant, then a cancer diagnosis made me understand that although life sucks, and any many I could drop dead… I will continue to fight until my very last breath.

Until Next Time,

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In Transit

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Writing Prompts: Train stations, airport terminals, subway stops: soulless spaces full of distracted, stressed zombies, or magical sets for fleeting, interlocking human stories?

Are you serious? It’s a magical setting for fleeting, interlocking human stories, I’m one of those people who is at the airport early, and I always find myself looking at the people sitting or walking around and think about their lives, where they are going and where they are from. Everyone has a unique story… sometimes they intertwine with yours, sometimes they don’t; this is a story of one couple and how their lives intertwined with mine for a short, gross and seriously memorable time.

I was on my way home to Milwaukee, after spending a week in Las Vegas packing up my belonging from my apartment in Las Vegas. I was really sad sitting in the airport, thinking about all the reasons I had to leave Las Vegas so abruptly (serious medical emergency) and the fact that I was starting a mew phase on my life and that place was no longer my home; something told me to look up and I see this petite black woman walking about really fast cursing at the top of her lungs saying, “You stupid motherfucker, that’s what you get for spending all night in the casino getting drunk, I hope you die on the plane” the man who was looking rough at the moment simply laid on the floor and went to sleep, I thought to myself you have got to be kidding me, I feel bad for whoever is sharing a plane with this couple.

I got up to grab and snack and something to read on the plane, the angry, drunk couple clearly forgotten…. until I was sitting in my sit on the plane and I saw them headed my way…. FUCK MY LIFE! Why are these people on the plane… CRAP!! These people are gonna be complete and total assholes… okay not so much the man but the woman… because she’s still cursing. And I don’t want to sound like a bratty bitch, but I didn’t want these people on this plane and I certainly didn’t want the drunk, sick and sleepy man sitting next to me (his companion sat behind us and was still cursing until the flight attendant told her to control her language or she would be escorted off the plane). The man is sleep and all seems fine then all of the sudden he starts to moan, he calmly alerts the flight attendant that she has to vomit, and he needed vomit bags….. so this man who is sitting in between me and another equally and pissed off passenger puking up his booze, stinking up the entire plane… I’m a second from puking myself.

Then… THEN he takes his  full puke bag and holds it away from his body and literally over my lap…. and I just looked at him, like he lost his damn mind so I called the flight attendant and said, “excuse me, I need to move. this man is sick, he smells and he keeps passing his vomit over me… “ Since she was the one who gave him the barf bags she knew the situation and said, “I’ll do you one better, I’m gonna move him to the back of the plane” he left and the flight was so much better, you don’t understand… 1 hours with him barfing was an hour too long in my book, I spent the next three hours blissfully reading my magazine. When we disembarked the plane the lady went right back to cursing her partner out… and I stood there thinking, “this is exactly what happens when you wonder about other people”

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Until Next Time….

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Mouths Wide Shut

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Writing Prompt: Are you a picky eater? Share some of your favorite food quirks with us (the more exotic, the better!). Omnivores: what’s the one thing you won’t eat?

Not as much as I used to be. As I’ve gotten older I love the idea of trying new things and expanded my pallet; now if you asked my mother she would say that all her children were picky eaters, but she’s super picky too.  When I was growing up there were a lot of things that my mother cooked that I didn’t eat….like pork chops, rice, cream style corn… but I wouldn’t even put them on my plate… FYI I still don’t eat cream style corn, I think it’s gross.

Now my younger brothers for years…. YEARS they only lived on Peanut Butter and Jelly, my mother got so concerned that they weren’t eating she talked to their pediatrician about it. He felt like as long as they were eating and eating until satisfaction, he didn’t find anything wrong with it. they would eventually grown out of it (My 25 year old brother still eats a lot of PB&J sandwiches). But as an adult I don’t consider myself so much as picky, just more aware of the foods that I choose to eat, more often than not I will ask, “how many calories in a serving” and base my decision on that.  The only food quirk I will admit to is that I don’t eat a lot of red meat…. only because I don’t like the heaviness feeling that I get afterwards… but every once and a while I get a craving for it..

So there you go, I’m pretty boring when it comes to food… you could say my diet is pretty “white bread” (although I don’t eat white bread either Sad smile )

 

Until Next Time….

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Happy Radars

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Writing Prompts: Are you a good judge of other people’s happiness? Tell us about a time you were spot on despite external hints to the contrary (or, alternatively, about a time you were dead wrong).

This is difficult, I think for the most part I am able to  recognize someone’s happiness. I will say in my immediate family my youngest brother is the most difficult to read… but since I live with him I tend to know him a little bit better. I think if you know the person well enough you should be able to tell.

But it’s weird that this question popped up because I was just recently thinking about my own happiness and if it was outwardly shown… and I came to the conclusion that it’s not … could have something to do with my resting bitch face, could have something to do with high expectations that I have about EVERYTHING. I’m not the kind of girl that feels the need to smile all the time, hell most of the time I’m smiling on the inside… isn’t that enough?

So to finally get to the question (well sort of ) I think it’s easier for me to really notice if people are unhappy… because the always want to make you unhappy to. I swear who ever said misery enjoys company wasn’t lying… I allow people to be unhappy. I think it’s completely normal… if you have never had unhappiness how can you truly recognize when you’re happy.

Until Next Time….

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Head Turners

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Writing Prompts: We often hear strange snippets of conversation as we walk through public spaces. When was the last time you overheard something so interesting, ridiculous, or disturbing you really wanted to know what it was all about?

This happens to me all the time because I’m super nosey, so I hear all sort of things, I think (well at least I hope)  that I have perfected a method of eavesdropping while looking like I’m doing something else. I’ve herd all sort of things, but the most scandalous was a a lady at the table in front of me (we were sitting in booths) told me that she was leaving her husband because he was sleeping with the neighbor. I have a thing when I hear something scandalous.. my eyes get really big, my mother say my eyes get really big and asked me what was wrong, naturally I couldn’t tell her because there was a  chance the the other table would have heard us… I had to hold it into I got into the car… but seriously this woman new exactly what she was doing she had it all planned, I wanted do bad to shake her hand and give her a hug…

But no matter how good I think I am at “over hearing” conversations I know my youngest brother is the master. I can be gossiping about something and causally ask him and his response is ALWAYS yeah I knew about it” I think the reason why he gets away from it is because he’s not very talkative and he tends to blend in…. so he hears all the dirt…. but he never tells a soul.

“If you can’t say something good about someone, sit right here by me”.- Alice Roosevelt Longworth (as quoted in TIME 9 December 1966)

Until Next Time….

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