This and That

Where do I begin? Life has taken a few turns lately and even more coming. I recently have started a new teaching adventure. Actually, about a year ago, I decided that I was rather lacking in current methods of teaching. I had started about eight years back teaching students online. I actually started a Science curriculum online but frankly, it never really took off. Yet, the idea has always stayed in my head. A niece of mine introduced me to Coursera where you can take online courses and I noticed that I was really enjoying learning through this style of teaching. So I took several courses to refresh my knowledge of various Sciences. Then one day my eye was caught by the title Virtual Education through Technology. Being, I so love teaching because it is who I am. I began to notice that my body isn't as young as it was. I was devasted in March 2016 when I was walking with a cane. It brought me to thinking, what am I going to do if I can no longer walk? So I endeavored to s...

One day I woke up in excruciating knee pain. Not sure where it came from but all I know was I didn't want to run to the hospital. It was weird because it wasn't even the correct knee that I've been struggling with for almost five years. It was the other one. Beats me what I did. I haven't fallen or bumped anything. Strange, huh? Well, to avoid a doctor visit I decided I'd swim. I had been walking at various parks but it wasn't fast enough to loose any weight like I wanted to. I was up to walking three miles every other day down before Christmas in 2015 but I lost my mojo. Yep, I just felt sad and depressed. Can't really say what it was. Well, I guess I can. It was the fact that my hubby and I are aging together and with that comes it's issues. He's a hard working man and I was seeing him deteriorate in front of my eyes. The fact he didn't want to take his blood pressure medication wasn't helping. So frankly, I was setting my self up for l...

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...

There are moments in everyone's life that one feels alone but this feeling is rather ackward. When I was in my teens I remember singing along to the song "All By Myself...don't wanna be". I was a lonely child growing up because I was the only daughter born to my hardworking single mother. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would one day be surrounded by a loving family of my own. For years it was just me and mom. Now I find myself having married with four grownup sons. Two of which now have lovely wives. One who now has given us a grandson. I am blessed to say the least. Yet, I find myself alone again. The boys are men now with their busy lives and hubby still works so I'm back to me and mom again in our hundred year old home. It's funny. Mom is now eighty-three and I'm fifty-five. Where did the years go? You might say well you have your mom? I chuckle at that thought because my mom is an energizer bunny and hits the road everyday....

There was one night that a group of us moms got together with our teen kids. It was more a social outing for them to meet each other. We were discussing how our teens can really be horrible at times. Then one mom mentioned how the alien invades our kids around the age of twelve. I sort of chuckled with this theory but after raising four sons, I'm here to agree with her. Wow, when my youngest son was thirteen, things were just not going well. He was like a hermit and seemed extremely miserable. I'd tell him son; nothing is keeping you here in this house in that room. Go on a bike ride, go somewhere, do something! But he would just play video games on and on. It really was a strange time for him. This lasted quite a long time and as time went by so was the weight. He wouldn't move so the weight was creeping on. I could tell he was miserable but as a mom there is so much you can do. I even took him to the doctor. Of course the doctor gave his medical advise and many U.S....