This and That

I'm having a difficult time this week. My twenty-seven year old has decided to move out of the house. Most would say, "Well, he should of been gone a long time ago." However, culturally Hispanics stay home till they marry. At least that was in the dark ages so it seems. My son has been living in a six by eight room shich is more like a walk in closet (maybe smaller) for almost twenty years now. I am happy he's decided to take the plunge into life because he lived a hermit like life. It saddens me to say he has no friends. But as a mother, one cannot force someone that age to do much of anything but encourage. When he was working at the Toyota plant, we hardly saw him. He was actually working sixty hours a week. Then on top of things they would do rotational hours; two weeks during the day and two weeks night shift. How did they expect normal people to survive that rigorous schedule. I think it was a plot to have a constant turnover of employees so they didn't

Back in the day when I lived on Santa Anna St. we lived in a humble home. It was a two bedroom with one bath; nothing fancy. What mattered was it was our home. At this time we had one son and life was pretty normal. Hubby and I were both working and the baby went to daycare across the street. We were a happily married couple with their baby. One sweltering hot summer, I could hear laughter outside. It was the neighbors across the street. They were all outside with unmatched chairs, talking up a storm, I presume stories of their past and maybe of how things were at work that week. Now you may be thinking what's so unusual about that? Well, there were about five adults and four children living in the garage. Yep, this was a garage. To me it was more like a shed. They didn't live in the main house. Actually, I never saw those neighbors from the main house, in the eleven years we lived there. These people were so happy on this horridly hot evening with their children running a

I have to admit that I have had a difficult time in my life trusting anyone to how I truly feel inside. Even my own husband may not know everything. Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy but then again he's a guy. LOL. Well, it's true, we all have different points of view in thinking. Because men are wired differently, I figure that's why they listen to you but really think you should "Get over it, hon." As a woman, it's not that easy. Then again, women are a totally different spectrum. As the years have gone by, now fifty-five, not being able to trust my true feelings with anyone. I've been conditioned to not to be me. That's why my favorite quote is "To Be or Not To Be" by William Shakespeare. We can't really tell other woman, "Hey, you're really need to loose weight." OMG, you'd be out the door with blood on your face. Yet, I find myself fat because I can't share what I truly feel inside. I keep eve