craving: to laugh and sit with my old friends and catch up. Where did the years go. Nothing stays the same.
Salam Alikom (Peace be with you) to all my Muslim readers and Hola to all my non-Muslim readers. Jummah Mubarak my Muslim sisters and brothers, I hope y'all had a great Friday. Happy Friday to all you non-Muslims, I am sure y'all are happy, end of the week. Have a great weekend.
This picture was taken a last year by one of my childhood friends, Sonia. It looked much different when I was growing up there. My dad kept it very well groomed. Look at those Texas skies. Just noticed, the two trees my dad planted in the front, are gone. Wow. Those big trees in the back of our home, were tiny baby trees when we first moved in. Look at them now. Now, on to my entry. :)
Have you ever had one of those days, where you just wake up and you start thinking about the yesteryears? I did that this morning. I couldn't help but think when I was little and my dad would come home with those small 45 records and I would get so excited and run to play it on my record player. I remember one of the first songs: Still by The Commodores. I really enjoyed listening to The Commodores, they don't make music like they used to. Man, I sound old! hahaha. I think today's music is a bunch of trash. The 70's and 80's were the best years for music.
I remember my first perfume my dad got me, I think he created a monster when he started me on perfumes. The perfume was Liz Claiborne. It was hot in the 80's. My childhood besties were sisters (Margie and Jessica), we lived down the street from each other. We are still in touch, after over 25 yrs. I just have to giggle at some things we used to do. Mama Gloria was our nosey next door neighbor and when mom and dad went out for a movie, be sure mama Gloria would be looking out her window. She knew everything. She reported asap to my mom when she got home, if she didn't catch her that night, first thing in the morning for morning coffee. It was annoying back then, now I remember back and smile and I really miss that nosey next door neighbor. She passed away a couple years after my mom lost her battle with the big (C) .
The last time I talked to her daughters was when I was in Germany.
Since we lived on the corner, we only had Ray and Mama Gloria as our next door neighbors. If you wanna count the Guerras'; they lived in back of us. Joey used to take my best friend; Renee and I to all kinds of restaurants and we would have all this change and pay with that. I'm sure they'll never forget that. The Guerra's consisted; Mr. and Mrs. Guerra & Joey and Mark and Kelly. I wonder how they're now? I sure would love to get in touch with them. The funny thing is, when our house was sold when my mom passed away, Joey and his wife bought the house. Who would of thought? I'll never forget those wonderful years when I lived with my family. I pray that the Guerra family is happy and making new memories in our old home.
I had a hot red sports car (given to me at 16) and boy, did me and my friends drive that little sports car to the ground. We nick named her Little Red. I taught everyone of my friends how to drive manual. They thank me now. Little red was sure good to us. Thinking back, my parents sold that car and I last saw it in Mexico, driving up a storm.
Why when we think back in time, do we smile or we cry? For me, I had great memories, a great childhood and friends and great parents ( I still have my Dad alive) Thank God. Those were the yesteryears, they were great. I pray that my daughter is making her memories with her friends. It makes me happy when I see them joking and giggling and just being teens. She's so much like me, in so many ways, but yet so different. I hope pray she only takes the good from me and also, she is never a follower.
The past teaches us good lessons. Either you take the good lessons and live with them and keep applying what your parents/life taught you, and you also learn from the bad lessons and don't learn from your mistakes. I like to think, I learned from the bad I did and tried not to make the mistakes again, and keep going with the good. The best thing I have ever done in my life, was becoming a Muslim. Thank you God for guiding me. I'll thank my past for teaching me.
Never regret what you did in the past, unless you never learned your lesson and didn't stay away from the bad. Life changes and never stays the same. Smile when you think about your good times in your life. Pray to God when you think about your bad times. I promise your good times will over ride your bad times.
Thank you past. Today is the present and I thank God for giving it to me. I welcome my future with open arms. :)
final whisper- Margie and Jessica, y'all are truly missed.