Come on in and read the reflections of a middle-aged Hispanic American writer & working-mom. I'm passionate about writing, reading, Little Libraries in Laundromats, the historic McDaniel Street Cemetery & art (especially collaging) & corporate philanthropy. I hope to inspire people with my words, especially women, to show them that we all have challenges & struggles, in different ways. You can also follow me on Instagram @shoegirlcorner and LinkedIn at loidacr
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Books on My Waiting List
1. Kite Runner
2. The Kitchen God's Wife by Amy Tan
3. Sex, Murder And A Double Latte by Kyra Davis
4. The Writing Life
What are you reading?
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Sunday Meme
First job: First real regular daily job was selling advertising for my college paper when I was 18.
First screen name: cougargirl for a while for UH Cougars, until I decided on shoegirl
First self-purchased CD: I can’t even remember. It took me a long time to go from cassette tape to CD.
Vinyl Album: Madonna Borderline? Was that the actual name of the album?
First piercing/tattoo: My ears, age 8 with little gold balls.
First true love: I hate to sound sappy but it really was my husband. Everyone before that didn’t get me.
First enemy: In 5th grade this little girl who used to act like my friend suddenly turned on me and hated me.
LASTS Last big car ride: To San Antonio because we thought Hurricane Rita was coming this way. 15 hours in the car!
Last kiss: Last night, my husband.
Last library book checked out: A couple of years ago I checked out the Books on the Bayou book but now I can’t remember the title and I never had time to read it. I buy books.
Last movie seen: Vanity Fair. Just saw it last night and this morning. I love period pieces!
Last beverage drank: Diet A&W Cream soda
Last food consumed: Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich
Last phone call: From my sister Becky.
Last CD played: Almodovar movie tunes.
Last annoyance: Too many to mention. That’s sad.
Last pop drank: Same as above.
Last ice cream eaten: Ben & Jerry’s
Last time scolded: My other sister making one of her comments as to what I should or shouldn’t do.
Last shirt worn: Last night I wore a simple white shirt with jeans.
I AM: full of thoughts
I WANT: to quit my day job to become a full time writer
I HAVE: two beautiful children
I WISH: I could get paid to make art.
I HATE: rudeness from others and lack of discipline on my part
I FEAR: failure
I HEAR: my children making noise all the time.
I SEARCH: for answers
I WONDER: if I will ever get anythign done.
I REGRET: not going to HSPVA for Creative Writing even though I was accepted into the program. What a dork!
I LOVE: my kids, my husband, my sisters, my dad, and my friends.
I ALWAYS: feel like I'm not doing enough
I AM NOT: good at playing the role in Corporate America.
I DANCE: like no one is watching
I SING: really terrible but I love to sing it any way.
I CRY: every time I see Beaches.
YES or NO: YOU KEEP A DIARY: Yes. I have paper journals going back twenty-one years. Now I only write randomly every couple of months.
YOU LIKE TO COOK: No. I would if it didn’t take so long.
YOU HAVE A SECRET YOU HAVE NOT SHARED WITH ANYONE: No, I’m not much of a secret keeper.
DO YOU...?HAVE A CRUSH: Of course I’m married and I have a girl crush on Sarah Jessica Parker.
WANT TO GET MARRIED: Did it done it. I’m here.
GET MOTION SICKNESS: I used to when I rode in cars and read but I don’t now and I didn’t get sea sick at all and that’s a type of motion sickness.
THINK YOU'RE A HEALTH FREAK: Absolutely not and I should be.
CURRENT HAIR COLOR: Dark brown
EYE COLOR: Dark Brown
BIRTHPLACE: Houston.
FAVORITE NUMBER: 6 because it’s a 9 when upside down.
COLOR: Cobalt blue.
DAY: Saturday
MONTH: October, because that’s when it starts getting cold.
SONG(S): I have a million favorite songs but I really like You Learn by Alanis Morisette.
SEASON: Fall
DRINK: Alcoholic- Margaritas and sweet red wine like Lambrusco.
Another Weekend Gone
Another weekend, another week, another month, another year. Today Miranda heard me talking about getting older and she asked me in a perplexed tone, "Mommy! You're getting old?" Sadly my answer was that yes I'd be getting older as she grows up. Where is the time going? She's already four! Seth is 1.5. I'm 35 going on 36 in 3 months. Rey is barely going to turn 35 a week from this Wednesday.
The weekend was very uneventful. I didn't do anything at all these 2 days except clean up around the house, watch movies, and I went out to dinner. Yet the weekend has just gone by again.
On one good note I have taken stock of my life, yet again, and I've decided that instead of feeling overwhelmed with all the things I want to do I'm going to really concentrate on 2 big things and one minor thing.
1. I'm going to join WeightWatchers again because I fell off the wagon after losing 11 lbs but I'm very proud to say that at least I didn't gain those 11 lbs back. Now I’m ready to go back and to lose another 15.
2. I’m going to concentrate on finishing my book by December 31st. That’s my goal date.
These are the things in my life that keep me up at night so I must address them. If I can do these 2 things all the other things will just fall into place. I’ll feel better about myself, I’ll be healthier, I’ll have more energy, so I’ll do more etc.. At least that’s how it’s supposed to work out, right?
My sister in San Diego went to this Hispanic woman conference this past Friday and she had so many good things to say about it. I wish I could have gone too. I’m going to look into this organization. http://www.nhli.org/ If they have a conference in Houston I would love to attend. She said the speakers were incredible and inspirational. Sounds like my kind of conference but sadly I didn't get to attend.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Saturday is Slipping Away
Anyway, the day is passing me by and I don't want to feel like another Saturday came and went and I didn't get anything done. I need to do at least half of our laundry. The kids are running out of clothes!
I was fantasizing earlier and thinking about how sadly money is both the root of all evil (depending on how you spend it) and the answer to so many dreams. Isn't that hilarious how that can be??
I was thinking of what my fantasy would be if I had enough money to pull this off and I bet many of you women will agree with me on these.
Enough money to:
1. Have a personal assistant/cleaning lady who not only cleans up after you and your family but finds ways to keep you organized and everything in its place in your house. I'd even say someone I could pay to come in 3 times per week all day just to clean and keep me organized. How much do you think that would cost?
2. To have a pedicure every 2 weeks or less as needed.
3. To have a massage every 2 weeks.
4. To have a facial once a month or more if needed.
5. Someone to come in once a week to cook 5 meals for the week and freeze them and put them in your fridge so you can have dinner ready to just defrost and cook every week night of the week.
6. A personal trainer who works out with you 4 times per week and calls you and makes you go even when you don't want to.
7. To travel to one really cool place once a year.
Any other ideas of what would make you happy? Please share your ideas!
Thursday, November 03, 2005
I Wish I Could Do Everything
I bumped into an old college friend at that friend’s funeral last week and she told me, like she’s told me before, that she doesn’t know how I do it- between working full time, the children and trying to write a book. The truth is that I don’t do it all. I struggle just like every body else does to do what I can. I don’t get all the things I need to get done, but when I start beating up on myself I remind myself of how much I do get done. It’s the only way to keep my sanity. I am my worse critic. I’m the hardest on myself. I never feel like I’ve done enough and I always think I could have done better.
Like today for example. It’s Thursday and it’s my writing day. I just started this writing day thing last Thursday, right? Well today, on only the second Thursday, the kids were sick so my husband kept them all day. We misunderstood each other and I told the sitter he was keeping them all day but in fact he wanted to drop them off after taking them to the doctor. Since he kept them all day I felt obligated to come home right away. So I came home and watched Oprah and made dinner, but I didn’t walk and I didn’t write. See how I don’t do what I want to do.