UT shooting

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This is a sad day. The energy in the air was intense today from fear and uncontainable emotions. Goodness. I am thankful for two things today: 1. that I was not a student on campus today and 2. that I am not the mother of the shooter- so young and broken.



If he would have just eatin a cupcake........

Fall on me

I wake up just in time to see the moon fade. The sky boasts a pink tint and the streets are glistened with morning dew. It's a new day, as I breathe in new scents of a new season. Fall has returned, blowing it's retribution on summer's sins. I can hear trickling of water dripping off God's paintbrush as he changes the colors of his canvas. I breathe in... thankfully.






What kind of cupcake would God eat??

call me sugar

There you were, sittin in the garden, clutchen my coffee..... callin me sugar.








sugar is the loveliest ingredient in a cupcake!! :)

coach and a cupcake

I can totally hear her whistle blowing, I wonder who's in trouble now?


I have this friend. She sits in a little desk, with her little pens, working on her little computer in this little nook called the coaches office. A tiny room where she holds the uncultivated students we all adore! A steel knife when it comes to discipline.

She was sad today. I watched tears fill her eyes and I just didn't have the right words to say at the moment. I wanted her to vent as much as she wanted with the little time we had. She had a long day ahead of her and I didn 't want her carrying that in her "coaches bag". She went on to describe an evening no woman wants to encounter. She's had this misgiving feeling about her boyfriends integrity so, she did what any intellegent, curious woman would do- took his phone, did a little scrolling and found material that.. wasn' t pleasing. Perhaps she took a deep breath, collected her thoughts and went in for the attack. Her confrontation was fierce, making sure to have the last word as she exited the primises with class. The moonlight followed her home.

Today, with a few clicks and snips, she deleted the past. Good for you. You inspire me.

A good friend once wrote: Don't settle because your afraid of being lonely. :)

Hey coach, eat a cupcake, it will awaken the soul... and bring your whistle!!

dear John letter...... I mean.... cupcake

Silly me....



Allow me to enlighten you with the meaning of my concentrated headline "shut up and eat your cupcake". I'll keep this short and "sweet". A guy named John, two stand up's and horrible no good very bad communication skills. I baked him cupcakes on a Saturday and gave them to my nieces on Sunday. Yes, he did the ultimate stand up, leaving me in a kitchen full of sweetness and flour on my cheeks. He tried to explain. I replied as lady like as possible.........

shut up and eat your cupcake :)

So girls.. learn something from my state of affairs. Never make cupcakes for a man without a back up plan to eat them yourself! However, if he's a good man.. he'll eat them with you :)

I snapped on my superwoman belt and moved on, with a fresh coat of lipgloss and a yellow cupcake.....made by me :)

your capulet awaits...

"For never there was story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo"
William Shakespeare

I had the pleasure of watching a movie titled "Letters to Juliet". I debated whether or not to waste 2 hours of my life watching another chick flick boasting a predicted love story. I like chick flicks but not ones where I can envisage the ending. This movie had me hooked from the rolling credits with its sweet contemporary harmony. Being single makes watching love movies bitter sweet. Sweet, because love is everything a woman desires and bitter because love is protrayed as everything beyond reality... or... is it?

Who can actually define love? Sure, we can look it up in a dictionary, google it, or come up with our own theories of love. I think the perfect definition of love is in the Bible. I Corinthians 13:4 says it all. But in this movie, women write their woes and ways to Juliet- a young, hasty girl who wears the shades of love on her cheeks and wished a life of eternity with young Romeo. Everyone knows the admired story of Romeo and Juliet. Some say they truely existed. I'd like to think so. I mean, who wouldn't esteem a story like theirs. A love so rich and forbidden. If Romeo and Juliet did not exist then I would like to spend a day with the man who created such star crossed lovers, William Shakespeare. A man with evoking style and lyrical writing of beauty, mortality and love with it's adoration of unattainable love. Who wouldn't want to be with a man like that? haha.

In "Letters to Juliet", Sophie, a hopeless romantic and writer sets out to find herself in the striking city of love- Paris. She comes across a little town where she witnesses hopeless romantics, like herself, writing letters of tradegy, illness and of course love. Love that has been lost, love that has been broken and love that was just beginning. Women, so fraught to have back the loves they have lost that they pour their heart and soul onto a piece of paper hoping that sweet Juliet, a capulet and lover of Romeo would be able to answer their questions of desolation. Sophie later discovers that "Juliet" was actually a group of women who called themselves " Juliets secretaries". They had a duty and a mission for mending the broken hearts of lovers near and far.

I wanted to believe that Juliet was the true collector of these letters. I love the thought of being able to place a letter to Juliet- a woman of such experience and passion for adoring, irresistible love. I have loved before. I was young- like a sweet juliet. But my balcony became abandoned and I no longer looked for him. I like to think of myself as my own Juliet. I am a Thompson by blood but a capulet by heart and soul. I await my Romeo on my rose disheveled balcony.. haha. Except my everlasting love will not conclude in a poisonous tradegdy such as Romeo and Juliets. I watched this movie with a single minded perspective, that love is the same for all but, I was wrong. Love is different for everyone and everyone longs for it in different ways. Some give up on it and some fight for it. Juliet did and won the heart of Romeo-a young man who beloved and loved again. So, sweet Juliet, I write to you this one simple question: Where are.... all the Romeo's?


Juliet, come to my balcony and teach me about love... I'll bring the cupcakes :)

If I helped God create man...

There's this girl I know....



I sometimes wonder what really occurred the day man was created. I am well aware about the beautiful story of creation. A story that can only be truthfully told by the Author Himself-God. His intentions of creating something so beautiful, marvels me. Man was perfect. Then He created woman. A being so magnificent, fathoming would be an understatement.

What would men be like today if temptation didn't get the best of our good friend Adam? Some say it was because of Eve and that Adam fell short of her beauty, dragging him along into the depths of sin warned by God. Could we be the reason men are the way they are? Or are they just simply... one rib short of a brain? There are two types of men that I can't stand the most :1. Mister shallow and 2. the game player. Define shallow you ask? OK. Shallow would be when a man reduces women to nothing but a slim figure and a pretty face. Simply said. So when does true beauty come in to the picture? When can someone say "shallow" and think only of a pool rather than men? When will it be ok to call a guy and NOT wait for his call just to see if he's "still interested"? I say screw the rules. Call him, text him, let him know your still there... and your on the prowl. If he doesn't respond, don't go running to your "He's Just Not That In To You" book and find the reason of this tragedy that best "fits" you. There's nothing wrong with YOU. Snap on your batgirl belt with new tools and a fresh coat of lipgloss and move on. There's nothing like opening your window of love and shouting "NEXT". :) Your in control. Love it.

There's this girl I know. She has a smile that glistens. She used to wear this charm bracelet that chimed when she moved. Thats how I knew when beautiful was around me. She asked me today why men are idiots. I thought for a moment, and giggled to myself. I don't believe men are idiots, or dogs, or from mars. Men are amazing creatures. However, they have been known to lack in the love factory. But so have we. Our problem is, we have been too needy, too clingy and too dingy!! All of those consume us that we forget to love at all. Men like to think they are in control with their little mind games and quirks when really, they are playing themselves and when they realize they have been playing for one, butthurt sets in. Oh, sweet butthurt. The sign that.. they have lost all power!!

As women stop wasting their valuable, beautiful time with "the rules" and dirty games, men are still in the background waiting for YOUR text, waiting for YOUR next move.....waiting for a chase. When we step it up a notch, men take to it. A women's intiminations and independence are thriving in the dating world today. Men aren't idiots, they just don't know a good thing when they see it, ecspecially if its a man who just doesn't quite know what good is, and you my friend, are a good thing. Woman are the recipe of love. We just have to get these men to taste everything, and not just what looks good. Today is the day when YOU decide " your just... not...that... in to him" :) and if you are, then make your move. Don't give control, when you have it all.


Be a lioness.... and eat a cupcake :)

You break it, you buy it.

I locked my classroom door around 9:15pm. I stayed late to get some last minute work finished before tomorrow's 4:00 deadlines. Walking down the dark hallways can feel pretty chilling and lonely. I usually flip between two radio stations until I find the best song that is playing. I came across one of the stations just as they were taking a call from a young woman who carries a gut-wrenching feeling that her boyfriend may be cheating on her. She sounded distraught and poignant.

Her soft shaky voice caught my attention. I rested both of my hands on the wheel and listened to her ask the usual questions of a woman who has been deceived by someone she loves. " What could I have done?", "Why would he do this?" " How can I be sure before I look silly?" I was torn between the feelings of wanting to embrace her or slap some sense in to her. The radio hosts weren't doing a good job at consoling her. However, I wouldn't want to spend too much time reassuring her because if she felt it in her gut like she explained, there probably is something immoral occurring. One thing that was built in a woman during our creation was instinct. When there's trouble, we smell it, feel it, taste it. I couldn't fathom what she was going through because I have never been in love so, I don't really know what it's like to cherish it, rescue it or to watch it hover away like a feather.

I want her to know that as women, we should be still in our ways, yet thrive with strength and nurture love with the fragile fibers we have be given. When our instinct kicks in, we should listen and take advantage of an opportunity to see truth.

To the woman in the radio... eat a cupcake, it will mend you.

Will Clean for Food

Ugh! The alarm rings too early on monday mornings. I lift my sleepy self out of bed, sing the good morning song to my dog and lug my stiff twenty-something year old body to the bathroom to prepare for the day. I brush my teeth with a toothpaste thats too spicy to bare to the beat of the contemporary music playing on my laptop, which sits on my bed, a bed that is slightly deflated on one side and continuously entices me to come back to bed. A few swipes of blush, 5 broken bobbipins later and a coat of dried up mascara usually does the trick. My clothes still a little damp because I forgot to dry them the night before. I drag myself downstairs in my black flats still filled with rocks from the playground with my dog by my side, wishing I was still in bed dreaming of something sweet. I turn the corner to find my white carpet blessed instead of my dog's training pad. Ugh! Can this day start off any worse?

The time is fifteen minutes past seven. I'm running twenty minutes late. Three bags of trash sit in my garage because I forgot to take it out the night before. My garage holding an odor only a skunk would love. I drive off into the rising sun and find myself catching every red light known to man. No music, just lame commercials about weightloss and laser hair removal. A bit of traffic and one egg mcmuffin later (most of it on my shirt..my ...damp..shirt), I come to a stop at the corner of bitter and sweet. I look to my left to see a man clutching a cardboard sign that said "will clean for food" in his right hand and what seemed to be a used squeegy window cleaning tool that you would find at a gas station in his left. A blue bucket sat by his side filled with water. His dirty face wrinkled with sadness. He had three pockets clinging to his pants. What could be in those small, torn pockets? Change? Crumbs? A one way ticket to somewhere sweet?

This was the longest red light in history. My sunglasses coved my stares and glares. It wasn't even bright outside. Was it necessary to be wearing designer glasses in foggy weather while a hungry man cleans windows for food? I watched him walk from car to car, constantly looking over his shoulder to check on the light. He held the dripping wet squeegy up to each window, his dog following behind him as if he was protecting his master from unforgiving traffic. I watched the cars in front of me, noticing men and women turning their heads in their navigators and big trucks. His eyes were light blue and his cheeks were red from the beating sun. His nails were black and his white hair was streaked with dirt and covered with a lime green beanie.

He approaches my truck with my windshield spotted from earthly elements. He looked at me as if he knew I had been studying him for what seemed like an eternity. I see the woman in front of me looking at me through her rear view mirror. The water wasn't dripping anymore as most of it was on the sidewalk from rejection. I smile and give him the nod to go ahead and swipe my windshield. He worked on it as if he was working for his first and last meal of the day. It was dirty water, dripping down onto my paint. He scrubbed hard and fast. My windows being streaked with blackness. His face soaked with sweat and was bleeding on his left elbow. The light turned green, giving him little time to scrape the rest off. I handed him a five dollar bill through my slightly cracked window. He bowed his head and thanked me with a smile that boasted his spoiled teeth. I drive off with the intensions of using my windshield wipers to clean the remaining dirtiness.

I drive off thinking about how lucky I am to have a deflated bed to wake up in when my alarm goes off too early on a monday morning. I thought about how lucky I am to have damp clothes on that will eventually dry and can wash again. I thought about my shoes that consisted of little rocks from my student's playground and how.. at least I have shoes on my feet, and I wear these shoes...with rocks ...to do what I love. I thought about my dirtied up white carpet and how lucky I am to have carpet ..with a roof over my head and not a bridge. I thought about my family and friends and my toothpaste that I always complain of how spicy it is. I thought about my trash in the garage. At least I can get rid of it anytime, instead of digging through it for food. I thought about the lame talk shows in the morning because.. at least I have something to listen to, even if I am slowly being convinced that laser hair removal works and is pain free! I think about how I'm always late, but, at least I always have somewhere to go, to a job that I love, to children that I inspire and to people I cherish. I.... am thankful. To the man on the corner of bitter sweet... I thank you.

eat a cupcake people...and smile :)

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Welcome to my blog! I discovered my passion for writing about two years ago when I found that I am my own good listener. I find it to be therapy for the soul. I feel like I am always staring into this looking glass, watching the world spin around me and finding myself being a discoverer of life, sometimes loving what I see and.. well..sometimes I don't. So, here I will blog my thoughts, feelings and things that I see around me that make me sad, laugh, cry, angry, blush, smile, happy, excited, sleepy, and hungry. Websters dictonary has many feelings and emotions that one may feel that I haven't mentioned. I hope my blogs can help others, answer questions, make you laugh, make you think and most of all, give you a craving for cupcakes!! Enjoy :)