Archive for May, 2013

It was my birthday a few weeks ago. My first with my recently acquired mind-reading abilities. It was a little frustrating, because even though I tried to block everyone’s thoughts, I still managed to ‘hear’ what everyone was getting me for my birthday. It was so exhausting to keep my shields up all the time and I just couldn’t do it. The worst part was acting surprised when I opened them, mostly for my kids. Though I have to admit, even though I knew what I was getting, I was still excited with my gifts. I got a kindle fire from Chris that I’d wanted and only had to hint a couple of times to get the biggest one with HD, so that worked out great. And I knew that my parents were giving me a certain amount of money, so I already bought the clothes and sandals I wanted, and was able to wear them on my birthday – so that worked out good too. I was surprised about the gift that my aunt gave me, mostly because she couldn’t remember what she got me, and it turned out to be a surprise for both of us! The only other gift I was surprised about came from Uncle Joey and Ramos. It was heartwarming to get a big bouquet of roses with a nice little happy birthday note from Thrasher Development, which everyone signed. But the biggest surprise was what came with it. A toy alligator was attached to the bow. It had a note stuck in it’s mouth. Once I got the note out, a big grin spread over my face to read the message. It said, “Remembering Orlando” with the initials “A. R.” underneath. I stuffed the note way down inside where it wouldn’t get out before my family saw it, since I didn’t really want to explain what it meant. The alligator now rests in my jewelry box, next to all the small momentos that I’ve saved over the years. Someday when I’m old and gray, I’ll take it out and read the note again. I’m sure it will make me smile.

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Not too long ago I was with a group of people and we were doing a “Getting To Know You” activity – where we were asked to tell our names and our most embarrassing moment. I wracked my brain to think of what I could say, but seriously – my most embarrassing moments are the ones I wanted to forget, so there was no way I was going to share any of them! I guessed the point of sharing something embarrassing was to break the ice, so in a way, it made sense, but on the other hand telling a group of strangers my most embarrassing moment was not something I really wanted to do. So what happened? I did what any self-respecting person would do – I told a story about when I was a teenager. (Just being a teenager is an excuse for anything). I told about how I got in my friend’s mom’s car to wait for her and some strange lady came and opened the door and began yelling at me, asking what I was doing in her car. It was perfect because it happened A LONG TIME AGO, and as embarrassing moments go – it didn’t reflect too much on my stupidity, which is important in front of a group of strangers with whom you might want to leave a good impression. Although, I have to admit that to this day, I still don’t know much about makes and models of cars. Thank goodness for car keys. With a push of a button, my car will let me know exactly where it is, and I no longer have to worry about getting into the wrong one.