A week of Madness.....

I"m in my living room watching Shakespeare in love, one of my favorite movies; the one with Gwyneth Paltrow in it. My girls are asleep and the house is quiet. My body aches, my head is spinning from all the things I have to do. I've made many lists, I've organized my recipe's, I'm doing my laundry, I'm drinking eggnog but I really wish I had some wine.
This week has been filled with family and activities. It started with my daughters 15th birthday party last Sunday. I cleaned all day Saturday, scrubbed the bathrooms, moped, swept, dusted, organized, went shopping, and then we headed out to my brothers to watch the Pacquio fight. I drank a little too much and woke up the next day with this huge head ache. I took some Advil and I managed to clean, shop, pick up the cake,  decorate and make fajitas and rice. The party was a great! She opened presents, ate fajitas, ate cake, and sang karaoke.  Then my sisters and I decided to plan thanksgiving. We had pen and paper and we made list's. We all talked at the same time, my sister Linda was the leader as usual, she wrote down what she was going to bring and what Leticia was going to bring. Everything was going on as usual until Linda said "Let's not make mash potatoes" For a minute, I didn't understand what she said and then my brain caught on and I looked at my niece for an answer. We looked at each other and then looked at Leticia for an answer and she said "No, well, wait, uh" and then I said to cover up my anxiety, very casually "well, I have to make potatoes for Emma" Then our good behavior went out the window and my niece and I shouted " How can we not have mashed potatoes?" But why, why had Linda said something so awful, and strange. Not but just a few moments ago, we had all been talking about our weight and how we need to lose weight, but can we forgo mashed potatoes on Thanksgiving? The answer is NO, sorry not gonna happen people.....This is my family for better or worse but no matter what we will eat our mashed potatoes. I then start to feel better about the situation and then.....my mother who is sitting watching us says pointing to me
"she makes them with lot of butter and miracle whip too" I feel guilty for a second and then I think "no mashed potatoes, nah, that's just plain crazy" We decide it's too much to do and we leave the list on the table to go sing karaoke. My sisters and I sing "What's love got to do with it" and some other song I can't remember now. We also sing I love Rock n Roll with my younger daughter. All in all Saturday and Sunday were busy but good days. I can't believe Sarah is 15 and I'm just so proud of her. She is my joy and my best friend.
Monday morning I remember that Leticia and I had planned to paint my kitchen. I wake up Monday late and Emma is still suffering from her cold she had on Saturday. She stays home from school and I make her soup and give her Robitussin. I go to pick up my sister and my niece and nephew. First we have to eat, I make french toast and pancakes and bacon. After we eat, we rummage through the garage and open cans, mix pain and decide to go to Home Depot. We bring an old paint color that we want to match. Our plan is to just buy another can of the same color. It takes us a minute to find an employee. I hand the can of pain to a young lady who seems to be in a not so good mood. I say to her, I'd like to match that color but in a cheaper paint. She looks annoyed and she points to where the cheap paint is as she says that the paint I have is Behr paint and it will be a different color. I tell her not to ring up the Behr paint yet. We look through the paint and decide on a buttermilk color. I decide to buy the buttermilk and I say hey, lets just use both cans and maybe it will be two different shades of cream in the kitchen. We get some tape, the cheap kind and pick up our cans and head to the self check out. I feel pretty good at this point. Then we get home and begin the process. We tape off the walls and take out the furniture and pour paint into pans. I bought the cheap pans so you have to be real careful with them. We decide on a buttermilk and cranberry as an edge. We are in the middle of painting up a storm and my mom walks in and looks at the cranberry and says no, no, the buttermilk is a good color but not the cranberry. We keep painting, we paint till we don't know what we're doing. It's like the painting monster got a hold of us and we just couldn't stop. My sister spends the night, we go to bed late and in the middle of the night. Sarah wakes me up cause she is sick. She sleeps in our bed and I sleep on the bottom of the bed, checking on her every minute. I've got two sick kids and my body hurts from all the standing, ladders and movement of painting the kitchen like a crazy woman.
I wake up the next day Tuesday morning and I look at the kitchen and it's like a dream. I can hear my mom saying cranberry was not a good color. I can see that some walls need another coat of cream. I decide to take out the cranberry and cover the wall white again. We begin to paint my sister helps me take care of Sarah so I can finish the kitchen. The kids have to go to church and Leticia has to run errands. They go home and while they are gone I make chicken soup and clean up the kitchen and then I begin to paint. When they come back I"ve started in a new color Terracotta. The painting monster takes a hold of all of us and we paint, and paint, climb ladders, tape, paint. I develop a pattern of spilling, dripping and painting a wall only to turn around and back up on the wall, thus getting paint all over myself. I'm worse than Steve Martin....we finally say that is enough and we all sit down and let the paint dry. The kitchen is a beautiful cream and terracotta color. We watch a movie and then head to bed.
I wake up Wednesday morning and take Emma to school, my sister goes home and I feel pretty good about the whole thing...until I take the tape off....it's okay the kitchen needs some touch up and I spent a couple of hours cleaning the floor today while my two year old nephew pointed to the floor and told me where to scrub.
Now I have to focus my attention on Thanksgiving. It's a big one this year. More family, more food and this year we are doing a talent show contest. Yes all this and a talent contest.....We're nuts, but it's fun! :)

Janie (I wonder what tomorrow holds...)

Welcome To Wherever You Are- Lyrics by Bon Jovi- This is for my sister....

"Welcome To Wherever You Are" Bon Jovi-

Maybe we're different, but we're still the same
We all got the blood of Eden, running through our veins
I know sometimes it's hard for you to see
You come between just who you are and who you wanna be

If you feel alone, and lost and need a friend
Remember every new beginning, is some beginning's end

[Chorus]
Welcome to wherever you are
This is your life, you made it this far
Welcome, you gotta believe
That right here right now, you're exactly where you're supposed to be
Welcome, to wherever you are

When everybody's in, and you're left out
And you feel your drowning, in a shadow of a doubt
Everyones a miracle in their own way
Just listen to yourself, not what other people say

When it seems you're lost, alone and feeling down
Remember everybody's different
Just take a look around

[Chorus]

Be who you want to, be who you are
Everyones a hero, everyones a star

When you wanna give up, and your hearts about to break
Remember that you're perfect, God makes no mistakes

This song always makes me feel good. I love the lyrics and I'd like to dedicate it to my sister.

Life is hard and sometimes you just don't see why you are going through a certain circumstance, but you gotta believe that there is a reason, a lesson that is up ahead. And with out difficulty we would never learn and grow. Welcome To Wherever You Are- says it all. I sometimes think why am I here? What am I doing and then I remember..."When you wanna give up, and your hearts about to break- Remember that your perfect God makes no mistakes-

Also there is this Dane Cook joke that we heard today and it's funny and this is just off the top of my head I heard this joke earlier today.
"So I was in line and this guy sneezes, and he sneezes towards me! Like he sneezed and fully turned towards me....so I was about to get mad, but instead I said, no take the high road. So I say to him "God Bless You" but in a Cover Your Mouth kinda way....and he says to me sarcastically, "I'm an athiest" You know how am I suppose to know this guys's an athiest? So I say so he says what happens after you die? I say I was raised Catholic so I believe I will go to heaven. He says Okay well I believe I will become one with earth and come back as a tree. So I say well, what if you come back as a tree and some guy comes along and chops you down and then you get sent to a mill and you come back as a bible?"- Dane Cook-

He says it better but I thought it was funny. We also watched Chris Rock comedy clips today and he's hilarious! I will post something about that tomrrow.

Janie

Faith

Faith

Faith don't desert me in my darkest hour.
Faith pick me up for hope has abandoned me.
Faith come back to me for I am in need.
I wish you to come to me; in effortless fancy.
Swiftly and quietly...hurry I beg-
For I fear that doubt surrounds me.
I have tried to do right-
And it has given me a broken heart-
So where do I start?
I know I must get dressed.
I know I must go on.
I am so tired, but I can not sleep.
I am heart broken, yet I can not cry.
I give my troubles to you-
And I will wait for you-
To turn them into joy and light
Faith-

Janie Zavala

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Here is a selected poem from "Inspirational Poems" one of my first poem books I wrote.
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I will not believe-

The ghosts of the past come
creeping, crawling sending
back memories to my head-

I tell them to leave-
For I will not believe-
That they have power over me-

The ghosts of the past come-
When I can not sleep-
I tell them to go....
but they follow me into my dreams-

So I pray Lord, keep them away-
I get scared....I get angry....and
In a final moment of reality-
It comes to me-
They only have power, if I begin to hate-
Get angry and curse and let them run my mind-
So I shew them away-
Get happy and say-
I will not believe-
That they have power over me!

Janie Zavala

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