|No, this isn’t a perm, it’s natural, though my hair was straight until I turned 12.|
- When I’m not off doing something else, or cleaning my mom’s basement, I’m cleaning my own basement, three of them actually; the basement in my home, the basement in my heart and the basement in my mind; all filled with the clutter of the past, present and future, and I relentlessly strive for a lighter and freer way of life, one I can throw in a bag and take to Hawaii.
- I grew up with a mom who’s favorite pastime was shopping. She taught me the ropes of scooting through sales racks and finding quality fashion with a bargain price. We traveled far and wide to shop all over the U.S.A., visiting malls and gift shops, acquiring more and more. She would tell me tales of her one room bamboo shack in the Philippines, shared by both her immediate and extended family, and how she had one outfit and played with spiders and a pig that would be butchered later.
Was she was making up for that time of sparsity in her life? I’m not sure. I wonder if there was a sadness in her that I was too young to understand and this was my mother’s way of coping, because as our family fell apart, we shopped even more.
Now, when I enter a store, I miss my mom. We don’t shop anymore, she retired and now spends her time saving money and getting rid of things. When I call to see what she’s up to, she almost always says she’s cleaning the basement. Seems to me she’s eternally cleaning the basement, and when I visit, I clean it with her. I look forward to the day when I can go visit and relax on the back porch with an ice-tea, instead of cleaning the basement.
- I believe in ghosts, but do not wish to see them. When I was in the 3rd grade, my school found a loop hole to send me away to another school. I had been telling my classmates about poltergeists and ghosts that I was seeing and witnessing in my family’s apartment. I also told them that their Cabbage Patch Kids might strangle them, since I saw pictures of this taking place on the cover of a publication while I was waiting in line at a grocery store.
- I used to sneak out of my parents house once I turned 14. I feel sad about this because it caused my parents to suffer.
- I was once lost in the desert of Nevada for 13 hours. The man who took me there reassured me he had hiked the trail previously and that it was a two hour hike. Later on I would find out that he lied about that. He packed us 2 small bottles of water, 2 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a joint. He finished his water early and then wanted mine. I saw an elephant coming through the rocks of the distant mountains and decided to follow it. It almost instantly lead me to a road. Ever since then, the elephant has been my favorite animal.
- I am paranoid but am working through it in therapy. I once attempted to evacuate a restaurant because I thought a suicide bomber had entered and was about to detonate. Only one man followed my lead, a very large Japanese one.
- Jesus gave me a car once, a brand new Honda Civic; just the basics, no amenities. It was like walking on water, only driving a Honda. Once my belief started wavering, the repo man took it away.
- I wish on stars, and other things. I think my boyfriend was once my cat. I used to hold my orange cat and wish to the stars that I would find a boyfriend just as sweet and cuddly as my orange kitty. My orange kitty disappeared just about the time my orange boyfriend magically came into my life.
- I love to paint, but I can’t claim to be good at it. I love to dance, but I can’t say I’m good at that either. I love to write but am still undetermined about whether or not I am any good at this as well. Needless, I strive to be better at all of thee above and am just coming into exploring these aspects of myself. As a child, I was pushed towards math, science and sports, all endeavors I failed in. My mom said I couldn’t dance, so I danced by myself and in secret up until I discovered beer. I was also brainwashed by Born Again Christians when I first began college, and we diligently prepared for Y2K. I figured the end was coming, so I majored in Art. I wanted to enjoy the last years of my life and it wasn’t going to happen in math or science class. That’s where I discovered my love for creating. I found my love for writing when I was trying to work through The Artist Way by Julia Cameron, through the ‘morning pages’ assignment, which I still do if I wake up on time.
- I teach hula-hoop classes and work at a public museum for a living and enjoy the opportunity to learn something new every day.
- I live in Milwaukee for many reasons, but mostly because I’m in love with a man who lives here and the rent is cheap.
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