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How Much Did I Drink?

Look guys, I don’t remember anything after we drank that blue stuff with the fruit floating around it.  All I know is I was having this dream that I was at the dentist and I wake up and there’s a cat with it’s paws in my mouth asking me how good my insurance is and if I was serious about what I said…..

I have a problem by Estela Caballero

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I made a few promises to myself about what my blog would and wouldn’t be.  One of the first rules was that I was never going to blog or post pictures of cats.  They are fine animals—  I hear some are even good pets.  I have Mr. Fluffles.  Enough said.

How can I keep my promise with pictures like this?  I’m done.

I Need Your Help: Mystery Case #SC45

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It’s starting to get to me.  I can’t figure out what Fluffles or Mr. Supercat Fluffles as he insists on being called now, gets so tired from.  He does the cat basics but he certainly hasn’t lived up to the false advertising that we fell for describing him as a “good mouser,” Aside from his diva-ness with the name change, he has asked us to inform all visitors that they should avoid direct eye contact with him.  It’s been a bumpy week–  I couldn’t believe he felt the need to get his name change using the court system and send me the notarized copy via certified mail.  He’s crafty and sneak…..I’m so jealous of him right now. He’s taken to yoga and even though I told him he’d look ridiculous he has demanded yoga pants and yoga mat.  I’m not budging.  I’m looking for a service similar to Cheaters that specializes in pets.  I think Mr. S. Fluffles has a double life–  he sleeps most of his life away and yawns when he’s not sleeping.  What in the world could he be doing to be so tired?  He’s living the dream….

Divas, Chicks & Thanks by Estela Caballero, Chief Star Gazer

aEC Estela Latina BloggerI didn’t consider it a gift at the time.  When you’re at that place you know you might lose everything, you are forever changed.

Exhaustion and a darkness threaten to take up permanent residence where hope used to live.  Here’s what I know– if those things hadn’t happened, I might still be powering through all the moments that need some pondering.  I’d still be thinking rushing through the good stuff was necessary not understanding that I was missing life.  Life isn’t something that can be figured out.  It is just moments, a succession of moments that run together so fast.  Walk slow through the lovely moments.  Run your fingers over the face of one you love.  Trace the path to your dreams in the sky and don’t dare believe having your head in the clouds is a bad thing.  So often perspective begins from a distance.  The clouds offer the perfect view.

I am coming up on a year of blogging…the first four months were logging in and out of WordPress wondering if I could do it– no actual blogging ever happened. Then I came across inspiration and found the most amazing people ever–Simon, Sandra, AB and Katrina. Inspiration gave way to courage.

I realized that there will always be fear when you open yourself up to the opinion of others.  Let it go and get on with your life. You’ve got something to share with the world too.  Find your voice and let it be heard.  My greatest motivation was the desire to connect with others, especially others who may be going through something I had already been through.  Maybe my story would be the thing that made them believe things would get better– let them know they were enough.  Pretty enough, strong enough, talented enough, and enough enough.

Here are some of the many bloggers that I connected with early on.  Their words of encouragement and the window into their world has been a gift.

http://abozdar.wordpress.com/

http://squareonenotes.com/

http://katarinawohlfart.com/

https://simontocclo.wordpress.com/tag/simon-tocclo/

I invite you to explore 4utu.wordpress.com.  I share stories about my personal experience with an autoimmune disease called lupus— the gift.  Other tales are of the ongoing story of our family’s experience with autism.  Memories of growing up in a Mexican American home and migrant life are woven in with photography, poetry and artwork.

She is me

I chronicled the adventures of a chocolate eating kanga-mouse named ChocoBandido and his chick, Lola (she’s a real chick— you gotta read it for yourself).

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There was also that time the neighborhood cats waged war and took out a restraining order against me because they said I didn’t have a signed release to post pictures of them—-divas!

Tell me about you. How’s the view from the clouds my friend?  I’m listening.

Estela

Don’t follow your dog’s advice on hair. Ever.

I went with the cat’s advice this time. Somehow I ended up with bangs. When he tried steering me towards a mullet I started questioning his motives. He’s not one to be outdone, especially by a dog. Pictures coming soon….

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He usually has good advice
He usually has good advice

I’m all for taking inspiration from nature. Here’s an instance of taking it too far. My dog has beautiful color. He’s lucky– it’s natural. I had his beautiful coat in mind as I walked back and forth in the hair color aisle. The end result was less than natural. True story.

Foiled again Foiled again

As I waited for a new box of makeover magic, I had plenty of time to think about where I might have went wrong. I thought about calling the hair colorist expert at the number on the box. Instead, I reflected deeply. Perhaps the dog wasn’t the best person to ask about my new look. Imitation is the best form of flattery. He was pleased with himself.

Plenty of time to think The color only took at the roots

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