Pride

It can sometimes do more harm than good.

Tonight I was reminded of a time in my life when money was very scarce. It's not abundant now, not by a long shot. However, I'm able to keep a rented roof over my head and a minimum of one meal a day going...barely. I was reminded of a time, where had it not been for the kindness of friends I wouldn't know where I would have been.

A friend is having a very rough time now. I'm not sure how he got to this stage, thank God he has no immediate family relying on him. He is responsible for himself alone, but he is struggling. In this economy it's hard not to know someone who is struggling... and when I say struggling. I.MEAN.STRUGGLING!!!

"Broke" is a relative term to me. I remember when I said I was broke.. and I meant I had 83 cents in the bank, no money in my wallet, and my cable was gone, my light was about to be cut and eviction was pending. A friend told me then that his family was broke, but still his mother was still able to go to New York to do the regular Christmas Shopping. That's when it was clear to me how "being broke" was such a relative term. Christmas shopping?? What's that? My friend who is struggling can relate to my definition of being broke. When you get there, you also reconsider the terms and conditions of "pride". You start to let go of that certain thing that keeps you from letting people know the true situation you're in. You stop turning away help. You recognize that you need help. REALLY need it.

I'm sending up a quick and quiet prayer for my friend, and hope he gets the relief he needs soon.

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Merry Christmas!!

As you all mulled over your gifts this year. I was here, making changes to my blog. That is my gift to you. A new crisp, clean layout to peruse. I've been wanting to do it for some time and so today I did. I'll still be making little tweaks here and there, but for the most part, this is what it will look like... at least for now.

I'm also trying to keep up with labeling. Something I hadn't done much in the past, but if it's helpful to find past posts, I'll try to keep up.

My Christmas has not been too Merry, but luckily there is a New Year right around the corner. New resolutions to make (and break), new possibilities, new journeys and departures. I hope you'll join me as I learn what's in store for me... but for now.. Have your self a Merry Christmas!

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Bringing you up to speed.

Well, surprisingly the shower went well.

I was having the day from hell.

Even though I live about 15 minutes from the Fort Lauderdale airport... my mother, who flies standby, figured that her chances of getting on a flight from South Florida to Jamaica 3 days before Christmas was greater leaving from Miami International Airport, which is closer to an hour away... even more so that the flight was a 9a flight, which would entail driving in morning rush hour traffic. We planned to leave home at 6a. So after going to bed at 4a. I was up at 5:45a. Got down to the airport around 7a. Waited until after 9. Paid almost $10 in parking.. and drove home... when I got off the highway on my main street... I get a call saying that she did NOT get on the flight so I had to go back to get her and take her to the other airport closer to my house. Tired and frustrated because I was staring at the long list of things I had yet to do that day... I went and got her and dropped her off. On the way home again, after realizing that I had driven almost 170 miles since 6a and it was only 11a... I went in the bed for a half an hour power nap.

When I got up semi-refreshed and ready to take on the baby shower duties. My oil light came on. I went and got oil (my first time) and followed the husbands instructions. Went down to my friend's house to help her with the cupcakes she was making for the shower, while I made the fruit plate. Put some of the games together and was ready for the shower. In the midst of all of this, I get another call from Mommy saying she did not get on the flight and that I was to come and get her. I couldn't leave just then, so I asked someone to get her for me and I asked her friend to "babysit" her until I could come for her. I left right after the last game and got her. By the time I got home, I felt run over. Went straight to bed!

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How do I get caught up like this?

I'm not sure exactly how I landed where I am, but I'm here. Trying to make lemonade.

There is this girl, we're from the same small town in that same small island. We have similar friends. I always knew who she was, but she didn't know me. We never so much as spoke in all my years on that same small island. However, many years later, she's married to my friend. And actually he's not soo much my friend now as he is my ex-bestfriend's ex. I don't hold it against him, life happens. She's (the ex-best-friend) happily married now and so is he. As life would have it, she is now temporarily staying with a good friend of mine for a little while. So... now we're friendly. She's about to have a baby. I'd say any day now.

Anyhow, my good friend decided that we should have a small baby shower for her. Didn't he get the memo? Baby showers and I don't fair well. We all see the disaster that happened after the last one. Anyhow, all of a sudden... people.are.calling.ME!! Asking me when is the shower and what are the details of said shower. ME?

So here I am at 3:25a.m. online looking up babyshower games to play tomorrow at the shower for my exbestfriendsexboyfriendscurrentwife when I have to be up at 6:00a.m. to take my mom to the airport. (Did you all see the "sex" in the middle of the description??) How did I get here?

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A not too distant memory.

I read this post today and I could soooooo identify. I know for me everytime I think of ex-boyfriend. I think of him.

I think of the many hours I waited on him to call or to visit. What the little gestures he made meant to me. Yet I'm sure if you were to ask him I'd almost bet money that he wouldn't remember. Wouldn't remember a thing. How much he'd meant to me. The many hours we spent talking. How every time I hear THAT song I think of him. Nothing! He wouldn't remember a thing.

It's not like our paths haven't crossed. Thanks to MySpace, Facebook and MSN. We're in touch when we want to be. I force myself NOT to talk to him too much. Keep the conversations light and minimal. I dare not dwell on the "what if". Instead I focus on the now. Take a deep breath and move on...

*sigh*

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Frozen ft. Akon - OFFICIAL VIDEO

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