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Monday, October 30, 2016

“When luxuries grow so do necessities.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Mundane (worldly, ordinary, not inspirational)

He was wrapped up in mundane affairs.

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A book: “Manners Culture and Dress: of the Best American Society, including social, commercial and legal forms, Letter Writing, Invitations, &c., also valuable suggestions on Self Culture and Home Training” By Richard A. Wells, A.M., Illustrated, King, Richardson & CO., Publishers, Springfield, Mass., and De Moines, Iowa, 1891.

Street Etiquette.

Shouting.

Chapter 9.

Page 136

Never speak to your acquaintances from one side of the street to the other. Shouting is a certain sign of vulgarity. First approach, and then make your communication to your acquaintance or friend in a moderately loud tone of voice.

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Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

Word Count:

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count:

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #68 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #54 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #59 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Friday, October 28, 2016

“It is better to be alone than demeaned.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Hyperbole (gross exaggeration)

His use of hyperbole caused the audience much amusement.

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Shouting.

Chapter 9.

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Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

Word Count:

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count:

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #2 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #67 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #53 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #58 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Thursday, October 27, 2016

“To hoard is worse than to steal.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Equanimity (evenness of mind, calm temper)

He preserved his equanimity despite the slurring remarks made about her.

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Please, Vote

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Since I’m a mature adult woman with enough sophisticated and expensive post-secondary private and public education and life experience I won’t go on in a kid’s manner and condescend in a trite way about the many complex aspects of our latest presidential election 2016.

There’s not much fuel I can add to the fire.

No, I’m not sure or certain as to why Americans are possibly anxious or nervous or angry about our latest presidential election since it’s anyone’s choice to tune out the background static noise and raving and ranting.

Presidential elections are no different than car advertisements therefore I don’t understand what the big deal is all about?

Politicians are no different than used car sales people therefore what’s the problem, America?

As mature and fully culturally inundated Americans we don’t take used car sales people or politicians seriously other than when politicians talk about policies or used car sales people talk about price otherwise the rest doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t.

There’s no one holding a gun to the Americans head forcing Americans to have to sit through anxious ridden or made-up fantasies about the monster the mass media created then didn’t want to take any responsibility for Donald J. Trump.

When one creates sexually offensive and abusive bullying politician then one has to take a hold of their creation by the hand and lead them to greener pastures rather than allow for monstrous creations to run wild and grope and sexually assault smart and kind and intelligent women.

The irresponsibility and over saturation of the mass media has nothing to do with American private citizens or civilians therefore, “Who cares?” Right? Right.

(No, I’m not smiling. This is a serious topic of discourse even though the very few glimpses I’ve caught of Donald J. Trump over the television broadcast airwaves makes me laugh much, too, hard for the sake of my own good health.)

No, no real American citizens or civilians don’t give ‘a hoot’ as to the monster the mass media created thus it’s best to tune out the internal mass media’s lunatic voices about Donald J. Trump and Hillary Rodham Clinton.

Ever since May 2016 I haven’t plugged into much television news or radio or presidential elections or presidential debates since there’s not much wisdom or intellectual content in such diluted and delusional stories or rhetoric or speech.

Personally, I don’t care to be psyched out before I cast my ballot on Tuesday, November 8, 2016.

Since I don’t ‘plug into’ the hysterics of the mass media then I’m calm and level headed and raking leaves and giving Freeway baths and finishing up painting the interior walls of our home and taking care of my health and meals and such.

No, I won’t tell anyone how to vote since it’s not anybody’s business to scare or confuse matters any worse than the situation lends itself.

For certain I’m not going to tell anyone how I’m going to vote this presidential election since I’m still gathering my reading materials and research.

For sure Eric’s been quite kind and patient with me about being a bit late in making up my mind as to who to vote for.

For certain I shan’t vote for ‘mean-spirited’ and physically cruel Donald J. “sexually assaulting” Trump.

For certain I shan’t vote for Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton since I disagree with Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton’s approach to Wall Street and the liberties Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton takes with the American public even though she’s had more scandal than a soap opera character.

Both Donald J. Trump and Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton come across more as caricatures of themselves than real people.

Both remind me of some loosely based disposition to “black face.”

For certain I won’t give America a ‘middle’ finger with my vote.

Deciding as for whom to vote is necessary for me to make a profound choice. I’m surprised about this presidential election especially after two (2) years of inconsiderate and incoherent political attacks and blunders and misguided misinformation from both the Republican and Democratic Parties; not to mention cheating and scams.

Yes, I refuse to vote for Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton since I find Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton far more dangerous in discourse than Donald J. Trump’s clownish or desperate or inexcusable antics and racism and bigotry and chauvinism.

There’re nerves at the pit of my stomach for which whispers not to vote for Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton even if she were the last surviving politician or used car sales woman left in the world.

There’s something not right about Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton no matter how long her list of accomplishments might be.

There’s something deeply unwarranted about Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton’s fascination and need to be in control of the White House and inside the walls of the Oval Office.

Power is far more dangerous a weapon than hatred or ignorance.

Of course, I’d love to see a Caucasian woman as president, however.

Yes, I refuse to vote for Mrs. Rodham Clinton since Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton seems to want power more than civic servitude therefore Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton’s words and ‘body language’ as well as lack of policies is as though Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton is biding Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton’s time to run the biggest used car sales woman advertisements and Mrs. Hillary Rodham Clinton’s lack of policies doesn’t sit well with me.

There’s something not quite right about either presidential candidate or their lack of policies.

There’s not enough ethics or morals for any politicians’ need or want for power enough to chase after the White House to sit in the Oval Office as President of the United States of America, however, not the leader of the Free World since Germany now reigns as supreme leader of peace, justice and articulation in fair diplomatic outcomes and modern innovation and solutions to archaic inhumane systems or institutions.

For me there’s nothing more to say about the presidential elections other than Americans are cool under pressure and mature and calm adult persons who refuse to allow for politicians or used car sales people to ruffle Americans’ feathers.

There’s no need for worry or be filled with any type of anxiety or anger about these presidential elections since it’s no different than any other presidential election in the history of America’s start.

Cheers!

Happy and safe Halloween weekend!

Halloween’s almost upon us.

Let’s concentrate on America’s amazing and fun Holidays rather than used car sales people’s advertisements or commercials or politicians with shallow election propositions or indifferent policies about free health care or free college tuition or free child care or higher taxes on the wealthy or for a cleaner environmental bill or free early childhood classes or free school lunches or ending this 17 year long Middle Eastern warfare or rightly so turning corporations back into what corporations are which is institutions rather than lending a false identity to corporations as individuals or no oil pipeline through the Midwest’s heartland or, or, or…etc.

Peace.

Be happy.

Nothing’s ever ‘a’ ‘big’ ‘deal.’

Keep stress levels down thus cortisol won’t wreck havoc on the body and keep the weight.

Come on!

America the beautiful is definitely a mature and drop dead gorgeous woman with the reputation for her smarts and kind gestures and intelligence.

Who wouldn’t want to cast a vote for America?

When one votes then one earns the right to complain about politics otherwise please be quiet.

Yes, I’m voting, however, I have no clue who I’ll vote for.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000

Word Count: 1,268

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count:

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #67 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #53 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #58 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

“Three things enlarge a man’s spirit [self-esteem]: a beautiful home, a beautiful wife and beautiful garb.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Equestrian (riding on a horse, mounted)

The equestrian division of the police is outstanding.

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Without Malicious Intent

Any craftsperson isn’t an artist.

Any artisan isn’t an artist.

Any child isn’t an artist no matter how much poser dome.

Any designer isn’t an artist.

Any engineer isn’t an artist.

Any architect isn’t an artist.

Any comic isn’t an artist.

Any interior decorator isn’t an artist.

Any chef isn’t an artist.

Any pumpkin decorator isn’t an artist.

Any jewelry maker isn’t an artist.

Any writer isn’t an artist.

Any blogger is neither an artist nor a reporter or journalist.

Any reporter or journalist must hold legitimate credentials.

Any blogger is a diarist or journal-entry writer.

Any type of profession for which either is constructed as wearable or edible or usable function in daily life isn’t art since utility must hold up to the standards of durability and ability and capability to withstand the test of time as it is with the contents inside someone’s stomach or to keep any client well clothed without any malfunctions go completely wrong then have any clients go naked or to keep out the weather from pouring in all over human civilization.

Correct distinctions are proper and important.

Let’s get it together.

Keep up.

An artist is someone who is either a “visual artist” (oil on canvas painters, drawers or illustrators or water colors or bronze sculptors or installation artists) or a “thespian” (actor or actress who can actually act out characters from storylines rather than stand around and ‘look pretty’ or play themselves) or “musicians” (who actually play instruments and write or compose their own music without putting on a theatrical performance otherwise any musician runs the risk to turn into a caricatured performer artist who isn’t actually an artist) or “dancers” (who have the basic fundamentals of ballet and modern dance movement and dance history and choreography as a skill without any “Theatre in the Park” or exaggerated performance art which performance art isn’t any type of art, it’s more activist work) or “media arts” (people who actually know the fundamental aspects of basic mathematics and geometry and either take correct mathematically composed photographs or video or film or audio and construct pieces of visual elements to represent or convey something aesthetically pleasing and intellectually executed other than ‘pretty pictures’ of sunsets or (news stories) or “writers” (who aren’t considered artists, per se, however, writers must prove writers do write in all or many aspects of literally genres such as nonfiction, fiction, children’s books, short stories and long stories, screenplays and playwriting as well as editorials and poetry.)

News stories aren’t art.

News stories can be creatively done, however. No.

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Writing 101

Yes, each first-year workshop writer is taught about how writing humor is ten times more difficult than writing serious content.

It’s an already given and obvious point to make.

Writing humor vs. writing serious content is a great and basic distinction most writing students are taught to make early on in their studies and well into their careers.

In the first-year of workshop, writing students are told, “‘if you can’t make them laugh then make them cry.’”

There’s nothing sadder than reading an embittered and lengthy Op-Ed from frustrated professional writers who wrote unfunny editorials about how humor writing is more difficult than serious written content. Point made. I rest my case. (I’m done writing about this subject matter and ought to move on to about 1,000 topics I’m behind on, in my writings.)

Really? Nah, I didn’t notice how difficult it was to write humor until one reads a truly tactless editorial piece about humor writing which the editorial wasn't funny at all much less profound simply and only basic information regurgitated and retold from the days of old.

One would think if one were to write an Op-Ed about how humor is ten times more difficult to write than serious content then at least one would consider the possibilities as to how the writer would stretch their writing skills and imagination to deliver truly funny content in an article format about how it’s more difficult to write humor than not.

To miss the mark is ten times more of a faux pas then to write serious content and truly make sense and show some serious skill rather than ‘pound a point home’ about the intrinsic unhappiness of writers who probably can’t sell their work even though they’re at the top of their game and no one truly cares what such writers have to write about since there seems to always be a tinge of lecture or a well hidden bitterness for what’s yet to come into this new century of mature adult writers.

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Cool as Cucumbers

Any well skilled writer has to be especially intelligently observant about culture in general and popular culture at large and historical and modern art and music and mass media and social media and society and fashion and culinary arts on a somewhat grandiose scale ever since humanity’s global culture is now defined by cyberspace and more cyberspace.

The picture is no longer painted inside the lines ever since the internet broke all aspects of conventional wisdom and communications and banking and business and development to create community bigger than the individual voice or the self-taught or small community theatre or non-paid Sunday night musical gigs or homespun and homemade clothes or small gatherings for environmentalists with their potluck dishes or neighborhood book groups or greedy corporate business people without a clue as to how to ‘pump and milk’ the internet for profit value rather than for communication value to advance forward in computer programming technologies and robotics and analytics.

The picture is no longer formed inside the box.

Cyberspace isn’t a camera.

Cyberspace is ever expanding in form and ability.

The picture is now infinite in definition and form.

The box has now become the unlimited picture of massive communication and dialogue and continuum.

Either we’re able to work within the constraints of the infinite cyberspace or we’re not able to work within the massive cyberspace capacity for unity and hope and love and creation and respect and dignity without any massive fragile egos getting in the way of such magnificent creations and additions to the constructivism beyond the periphery of each one’s individual bias viewpoint.

For any private American citizen writer such as myself who massively labors over our online publically viewed ‘seriously’ written blog-entries or journal-entries or diary-entries this is a career I can work with since it’s more democratic than it’s ever been in the history of humanity to convey prolific thoughts or profoundly well written words without having to go through an agent or editor or get ‘a green light’ from a producer to be creative since I was going to become an innovative thinker of ideas, anyway.

No, I’m not confined by writing. No. I made sure to fulfill the ‘quota of three’ talents: writing, photography and filmmaking.

For example, entertainment professionals learn to sing, dance and act otherwise beauty is only skin deep.

‘Gotta’ learn how to dance well for one’s supper.

For as long as I can remember I was always going to write and create visual art because for me there’s no alternative or ultimate choice other than to create and be constructive or I would probably die if I wouldn’t express myself as I see fit and need to do otherwise as a mature woman of almost 39 years of life I’d ‘crawl under a rock and die.’

The greatest aspect in the difference between the amateur and the professional creator is professionals know the general and basic laws and rules within the contemporary legally respectful and constructed laws of culture and civilization and society without being libel or malicious in one’s intent to create.

The difference between any amateur Vs. professional creator is a professional has already been schooled about profanity and slander and defamation thus professionals are quite careful to tell any truth without getting any mature adults involved in any possible or potential (‘knock on wood’) or hypothetical indication of any lawsuit of any type since professionals know how to work within the construct of legally made and mandated laws then professionals know how to break the literally rules.

An American writer is capable and allotted to write anything American writers want within reason and justifiable judicial laws.

The reason why writing isn’t totally considered art is because a writer or an editor must keep the writing within checks and balances pertaining to research of facts and legal boundaries.

More importantly writers hold serious and great legal responsibilities and power and rights since it’s any writers who ‘sticks out their neck’ and makes the writers’ inner most intrinsic thoughts known to the world whether the world likes it or not.

The writer holds more legal ground than the average public or most people who might make the blunder as to be arrogant enough to consider or believe the writer writes about anyone specifically when mostly writers only writes content about what writers truly know otherwise there’s nothing more to be said or done with the pen.

As far as any sound piece of advice is concerned: it’s best to write what one knows most thus any writer may at any given time defend writer’(s’) work and stand by writer’(s’) pieces of written record since writer(s) already live through writer’(s’) experiences in life and writing is either factual or writing isn’t factual especially when facts comes down to nonfiction; any writing is easy to fact-check any information or data anyone might write about their lives.

With nonfiction writing one better be on Pointe about what one writes otherwise it’s rather difficult to prove what one doesn’t know anything about.

Yes, I stand by 7 years of ‘seriously’ disciplined writing in the form of blog-entries or journal-entries or diary-entries especially since I’m under excruciating time constraints and have a well rounded life other than to solely write to be funny ‘for the sake of it.’

My life is full of action and activity.

Writing isn’t my entire world, however.

Yes, I do spend much time inside my head and its difficult work to think, however, I’m luckier than most writers in the sense that I have much domestic work to cover throughout my days since writing and reading and research aren’t the only responsibilities for which must be met in one full day of responsibilities and housework.

For me writing doesn’t occur on the page. No.

For me writing occurs inside my intellectual thinking-mind then I write for the pure joy and love of writing.

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Shaming

Believe it or not “shaming” is a great and general social tactic as a response to the tactless or racist or baseless discriminatory biases of others or disrespectful or mindless or needy or careless or ignoramuses without any common sense.

In communication it’s only okay to shame people who do indeed communicate with “malicious intent” to destroy or disassemble something as beautiful as creation itself.

Personally, I grew up in an era and generation in which shaming was “all the rage” even though more often than not innocent victims or bystanders were chosen as “escape goats” to the slaughter.

Personally, I don’t allow for anyone to shame me any longer.

No, I don’t allow for people to shame me because I was born with brown skin.

No, I don’t allow for people to shame me because they find me personally “ugly.”

No, I don’t allow for people to shame me because I’m an actively practicing Atheist.

No, I don’t allow for people to shame me because I’m short with a curvy figure and curly hair and brown eyes and full eyebrows.

No, I don’t allow for people to shame me because I speak multi languages and capable to decipher many forms of dialects.

No, I no longer allow for people to shame me because I have an expansive vocabulary or extraordinary ideas about how to better engineer domestic and quieter kitchen appliances.

No, I don’t allow for people to shame me because I utilize quiet headphones whenever I vacuum or cut the lawn or attend concerts.

No, I don’t allow for people to shame me because I don’t shave my legs or armpits or bikini line since the noncancerous tumors inside my uterus hardly ever allow for me to bend over without pain.

No, I don’t allow for people to shame me because I have an ongoing serious illness and am constantly tired yet I look perfectly healthy.

No, I don’t allow for people to shame me because I have low energy threshold since I’ve contended with this noncancerous tumor illness for 7 years.

No, I no longer allow for people to shame me because I’ve allowed myself to feel ‘inferior’ to Caucasian people.

No, I no longer allow for people to shame me because I’m educated with countless degrees and brown skinned and a woman.

No, I no longer allow for people to shame me for being well read.

No, I no longer allow for people to shame me for being me.

No, I no longer allow for people to shame me because I’m a modern intelligent, kind and smart woman.

No, I no longer allow for people to shame me because of what I write.

The world’s changed.

The only time I see a fit enough reason to shame anybody is when ignoramuses are blatantly discriminatory face-to-face against anyone’s religion (or lack thereof) or heritage or creed or race or gender identification or socio-economics.

To be an elitist takes considerable amount of effort and energy for which I haven’t got, however, if one’s going to write then one better know the laws and for what they stand.

As a writer the law is on my side.

As a professional I already put in 9 years of workshop writing and 20 years of journal writing and 7 years of blogging.

Truly, I know I stand for progress and development.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

P.S. America the beautiful isn’t an eighteen year old boy.

America the beautiful is a ‘drop dead gorgeous’ and intelligent and kind woman in her prime who neither requires lectures nor pep talks from her father.

A wrong analogy is worse than a literally faux pas which is worse than serious writing.

Vote.

Word Count Goal: 2,000

Word Count: 2,379

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count:

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #14 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #67 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #53 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #58 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

“To have luck but no sense is like carrying a sock full of holes.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Equivocal (ambiguous, doubtful, obscure)

He gave an equivocal reply to the question asked.

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John Oliver is brilliant. Thank you.

The original “Westworld” is fantastic. Thank you.

The latest remake of “Westworld” is astonishing and we don’t even like re-makes. How wonderful indeed. Thank you.

Yes, my personal boycott of “H&M” is now over since I was weak and made an online purchase on 10/08/16.

However and nevertheless I’ve begun a new year-long boycott of channel 185 for which showed Paula Dean’s commercials of her hawking her racist stuff.

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Halloween 2016

Finally, on Sunday, October 23, 2016 Eric strung-up a Halloween LED light display while I washed dishes and folded laundry and applied toothpaste to Freeway’s mouth.

The Halloween lights and decorations are festive and ready to go for Halloween trick-or-treaters on Monday, October 31, 2016.

As of yet we haven’t made any candy purchases since we’re at a loss for what to buy for trick-or-treaters.

We decorate throughout the years as a strong sign of renewed hope and interest in life as well as to acknowledge the years don’t simply go by without markers or significance for each passing season.

We hope to create a sense of wellness and happiness and celebration as each passing holiday goes by.

Even though we’re not parents we mainly decorate to send out a hopeful unspoken message to neighborhood American children through a strong sense of immediate visual aids to help us remember the goodness and sweetness in all there’s to rejoice and be grateful for no matter how little Americans might have to their disposal throughout 17 straight years of warfare.

As of now I haven’t even begun to think about Thanksgiving dinner or specific decorations for Thanksgiving since I didn’t seem to be able to muster up the time to decorate much earlier for these specific Halloween festivities.

Since we’re late at decorating this year we’ve decided to keep the LED light display on all throughout the days and nights until Halloween night when we immediately afterwards take down any holiday light display within 24 hours after it’s done and we move on.

There’s much to be joyful for.

Even though we haven’t made the purchase of apple cider and cinnamon spices we’re waiting in anticipation for this weekend when we make one last and final purchase of food and candy to bring-in a happy and incredibly amazing Hallowing season.

No, we don’t attend any Halloween parties even though we’re usually invited to some wild and fun parties.

For the past decade we’ve made it our customary effort to turn on all of our lights and open-up our home to trick-or-treaters and dispense candy for their benefit and fun.

We make a good and mindful effort to keep our front door open from 8:00pm to 9:00pm when we’re both done with our workday then we get our smiling faces on, and warmly welcome anyone brave enough to enter the walkway of this crabby neighbor living with noncancerous tumors and her kind husband and barking dog.

It’s not any effort to make time for our neighborhood families to get a healthy and clean kick out of free candy and fun festivities.

We keep a safe and watchful eye for any and all of the parents and their children as they joyfully make their way knocking on the doors of their neighbors with their children and friends in tow.

Fall season is a remarkable and splendid time.

The turning and falling of leaves still holds much splendor and creative science as our backyard turns into a magnificent colorful display of reds and mustard colors and browns and burgundies and reds splashes.

It sounds as though I’m writing more about wine than leaves.

In Costa Rica there’s no turning or falling of leaves therefore to my delight I long for these fall days and nights throughout the years since the fall season seems like a time to let go and a time for renewed kindnesses and rejoicing with food and friends and neighbors and hanging out on the patio on star filled nights.

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Hornets’ Sting

On Sunday, October 16, 2016 for the first time in my life I did get stung by 5 hornets and it hurt like heck.

Around 6:00pm I came indoors through the backdoor of the mudroom walk-out and called for Eric who was in his study.

My breath was heavy and I was at a loss as to what to do about my stung collar bones and shoulders.

Immediately with abundance of kindness and patience and intelligence and love and respect Eric helped me out of my tee and told me to immediately jump into the shower. I still had a hornet inside the swirls of my curly hair and it stayed around about until much later in our downstairs mudroom.

Afterwards I felt much better and the stings were manageable and the pain subsided within an hour.

It wasn’t until Monday, October 17, 2016 when I truly felt the affect of the hornets stinger poison in my bloodstream and throughout my body.

Not only did my shoulders feel incredibly stiff. I wasn’t able to lift my arms for much of that Monday. Also I felt incredibly tired as though I was drugged on some heavy cold medicine.

By Tuesday I became ill and couldn’t hold down any food.

By Wednesday I felt as though I finally had stepped out of a long and drowsy coma.

Not did I ever consider hornets could have such a strong and lasting effect on humans.

For 4 years I’ve been coming and going and working around the yard without a single care or inconvenience in the world for hornets or wasps, however, now I have a new found respect for both species.

We have honey bees in our yard and to my surprise Freeway’s made best friends with the honey bees.

The honey bees swarm around Freeway’s head while he naps in the sun.

Neither do the honey bees nor Freeway react negatively or badly to one another. I leave the honey bees and Freeway to interact and have a good time visiting with each other which they seem to truly enjoy each other’s company. (Next summer I’ll take video of it because it’s extraordinary to watch the peaceful interaction between Freeway and his best-friends the honey bees.)

Year after year the honey bees visit Freeway and they truly do respect Freeway and his space as they hover ‘like a’ hallow about 6 inches above Freeway’s head as he sits and sunbaths himself.

The summers peacefully and delightfully pass along as most seasons do and for weeks at a time we find Freeway and the honey bees hanging out and having the time of their lives as though they were ‘the best new thing’ since apple pie a la mode.

Both Eric and Freeway were stung within the first week of rescuing Freeway.

Both were stung by wasps and ever since I’ve kept a careful and watchful eye out for both wasps and hornets.

However, on Sunday, October 16, 2016 one of our next door neighbors directly asked me about what to do with their overgrown backyard.

As a demonstration I took the mower and lifted the front end as high as the mower would incline backwards and went at tall grasses and other natural debris.

Our neighbor had to leave for work and as the helper I am I began to clear some of the overgrowth for him when suddenly I found myself ensnarled in a hornets’ nest.

The entire moral of this story: Epipen ought to be affordable to all types of people from any socio-economic background otherwise any overprices prescriptions are crimes against civilization at large.

We have a best friend who keeps telling Eric if she ever happens to go into anaphylactic shock then please and hurriedly empty out all of the contents inside her huge and large and fashionable purses and find the EpiPen and stick her in the thigh with the prescription and needle or she only has a few minutes to live.

Medication prices aren’t anything to mess around with since people’s lives depend on it.

It’s obvious what the right decisions and choices ought to be.

Our family and friends depend on the EpiPen to be affordable otherwise their lives are literally on the line.

Why isn’t it obvious to business people what the right choices and decisions ought to be?

The End.

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Scary Halloween Movies

Absolutely I’m not into scary movies.

At our household we dedicate one month per year to watch scary Halloween movies or films or flicks since scary movies are Eric’s favorite genre to watch, however, not mine.

Personally, I like romantic-comedies while they bore Eric to death (no pun intended.)

Also Halloween is Eric’s favorite holiday thus I overextend myself to give him the best possible outcome for happiness otherwise it if were up to me then I wouldn’t ever watch another scary film for as long as I live.

On Sunday, October 23, 2016 we finally watched “Friday the Thirteenth” and “Nightmare on Elm Street.”

While I shrieked out loud and spilled my popcorn and water all over the place Eric fell asleep.

Yes, I actually shriek out loud to scary films.

Each time I shrieked Eric would wake up and look up at me and begin to howl with laughter then I would also whole heartedly laugh along to the sounds of Eric’s glee.

As a matter of fact I’m starting to think Eric truly enjoys watching scary films with me more to see my reaction than for the films themselves.

In our household whenever there’s horror or scary content on the television then I literally get up and go galloping up the stairs to bed and climb under our comfy comforter and call it a night.

Yes, I learned to gallop from some Brit comedy film.

It takes a lot of kind teasing and love to get me to come back downstairs to the family room to finish any scary content for which I’ve been stupefied or petrified by fear.

This week we have “The Shinning” and “It” on our docket or roster of movies.

Stephen King’s films the “The Shinning” and “It” scare me silly to the point for which I’d like to place a personal censor of these two films here at our home, however, I know it’s not going to ever happen since they’re some of Eric’s favorite films at Halloween time.

We’re 2 weeks behind on our Hallowing scary movie watching therefore this year we’ve agreed to extend our scary movie watching into the first 2 weeks of November which will take us into Eric’s 53rd birthday and eventually Thanksgiving.

As for Christmas shopping I don’t usually shop until the morning of December 24th or also known as “Christmas Eve.”

Yes, I’m the type of holiday shopper who shops on the morning of the day before Christmas.

Yes, I like to take the time to make a date with myself to stop by and get something to eat with a foamy latte and go to some of our favorite shops such as “Coach” or “H&M” or “Athleta” or “Armani” and “Petsmart” or “Patagonia” or “Banana Republic” or “Old Navy” or the “Gap.”

My favorite time of the year is the morning of Christmas even when I have twenty-five thousand dollars (2016) ($25,000 is how much all of my backyard tree cutting work cost for summer 2016) to my disposal and shop for our immediate little family of three.

This year our Christmas budget for a family of 3 is $1,000 dollars in frivolous gifts. I’m going to go nuts online shopping for sweaters and I don’t know. I don’t have any real good ideas for gifts; however, our tree is going to be stuffed full with presents no matter how arbitrary or unnecessary some of the presents might be.

Usually, family gift-cards or cards are bought for and/or mailed or sent out by no later than December 15-20 of each year, however.

My personal date to shop for Eric and Freeway is the morning of Christmas Eve and it’s one of the most magical shopping experiences as Halloween is for Eric thus I indulge Eric over Halloween when he indulges me each Christmas Eve morning with all of my last minute shopping.

Freeway’s been barking for hours.

I’ve got to run and see what he needs…

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 2,000

Word Count: 2,074

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,074

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #13 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #67 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #53 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #58 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Monday, October 24, 2016

“Some things are clever only the first time.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Condiment (a seasoning or relish for food, such as pepper, mustard, sauces, etc.)

She had a special knack for serving condiments in new and unusual receptacles.

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Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,000 personal journals

Word Count:

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count:

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #12 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #67 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #53 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #58 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Friday, October 21, 2016

“Don’t crave to sit at the table of kings: your own table is better than theirs; and so is your crown.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Reiterated (repeated, said again)

The speaker reiterated that a change must be made.

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Kindness

Television isn’t Real

No, I’m neither an entertainer nor some cheap promoter without any real type of talent for the arts or craftsmanship nor an actor nor a television chef nor a lifestyle hack nor a party planner nor a reporter nor a journalist nor a scholar nor a politician nor a professor nor a ‘talking head’ nor a celebrity or anything remotely resembling 0.05% of life.

What I am is a global communications expert even though I do at times get easily frustrated and can be awful at the execution of my written words when I need my diaper changed. (Joke.)

However and nonetheless I come from a place of love.

Always come from a place of love otherwise there’s nothing else for us to say or do.

This is 100% writing done by a contemporary American writer who happens to be a 29-year immigrant to the United States of America from a San Salvador-Maya-Costa Rican background.

Yes, I’m an American private citizen and civilian and proud to be one even though I do have ‘some beef’ with some aspects of our culture, yet, and nonetheless, who doesn’t have beef with some sort of aspects to our American culture?

No, this writing isn’t done by someone full of themselves who hasn’t gone to the toilet in days. No. I go three times per daily outtake. My body works wonders.

No, this writing isn’t done by any type of narcissist who thinks the world revolves around them and solely them. No.

No, this writing isn’t done by a fragile ego otherwise I wouldn’t be here since this job comes with hate-mail.

This is me, baby!

This is yours truly; your dearest Gabriel who sweats and toils for the fruits of my literary labor.

This is a true private American citizen and civilian writing a private online journal/diary/blog about our contemporary times while placing us in the history books since we have a story to be told full of strong emotions and feelings and thoughts and ideas all of my own choice and actions and making.

Thankfully, we give praise there’s no one else here holding a gun to my head telling me what to write.

Only the Maya gods and our Ancient Ancestors quietly rest here in this small and quaint and tiny little writing home study kept safe and guarded and highly regarded as a sacred space to get out most of my cohesive thoughts on paper as quickly as I intelligently think my cohesive thoughts and translate my multi-lingual thoughts into English thus the world recognizes in each one of us what is justifiably reasonable and sound and logical and that we aren’t ever alone in the universe or ‘inside a bubble’ of our own plights or challenges or struggles in this life either of our own accord or bestowed upon us whether we deserve such challenges and struggles or not.

These pieces of writing aren’t perfectly written, however, at least I’m a real human with a respectful upbringing and a strong sense of self discipline and a healthy self-esteem and morals and ethics to backup my ideas and reasons and logic for why and how I feel and think and express my deepest concerns about the current cultural and economic state of affairs in America.

No, I’m not here to mislead anyone much less cause any type of harm or stress or imbalance to anyone in person or otherwise I already know how to ‘jump through hoops’ and speak kindly and wisely and directly to people whenever necessary to address difficult or non-difficult verbal issues in communication.

This bit of writing is written by an imperfect human making sense out of our world as quickly as it comes at us.

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“A Word to the Wise”

The job of a writer isn’t to make the reader feel warm and fussy all over.

The real and true meaning to writing is to make sense out of an already confusing and complex world of immature adult humans who often misguide or misjudge or utilize miscommunication or lie or bully or threaten or assault or give ultimatums or embellish or hide their ultimate true carnal desires for lust or love and contact and needs to be met and wants to be fulfilled by something better than what they’ve already got.

This isn’t writing done by a whacko hater. No.

This is writing done by a sane and kind and smart and intelligent woman dealing with great amounts of physical distress as I take care of my fragile health even though I look healthy and perfectly well to most people.

This is writing done by a sensitive soul who cares what happens to America and the globe at large.

Yes, this writing is done by a huge American patriot and baseball fan and lover of words and books and the culinary arts and anything creatively intelligently well done with humane compassion and humility and meekness and intellectual perspective and kind outcomes and greatly kind and humanitarian solutions.

Yes, I take my precious time to come to this cyber space online journal to share and get better at my atrocious English writing skills as far as syntax and grammar and punctuation is concerned.

My writing’s gotten better over the past 7 seasons of this publicly written private citizen’s online blog/journal/diary.

However, my literary maturity isn’t fully developed since America isn’t fully mature either as a strong mature outlook without any excuses.

There’s this notion out there that people in the public arena ought to be justified and reasonable or at least logical in what they say, and how they say words, and how they represent themselves, and how they speak, yet, it’s been 2-straight years of foul rhetorical play in political presidential campaigns leading up towards our presidential election season less than 20 days away. It’s almost over.

This is a safe space for a private citizen and civilian like me to come here and express all aspects of life to my heart’s content without being bullied out of my ideas or strong sentiments or feelings or emotions or ignorant biases about life in general.

If I truly needed to get out my anger and frustration then I’d run around screaming or squealing or acting out my frustrations on other people, however, I know better thus I keep silent and quiet no matter how much our neighbors don’t care to take good care of their children while their children scream out in hunger pangs or the need to drink water or go to the bathroom or require attention and love.

Yes, I get it.

Yes, I absolutely get it when it comes to comprehending the quite complex and difficult aspects to being human and life in general.

However, like pancakes if anybody’s going to catch me in a daily sequence of screaming at our dog or Eric or our In-Laws or my parents or siblings since I have words and I know how to use words quite well without making other people feel any more terrible than humans already do about themselves.

No, I’m not always the most mature of writers.

What I am is a private citizen of our times. I write subject matter as I see fit thus and in some ways these pieces of writing in the form of journal/diary/blog entries are indeed valuable to those who’ll come after us.

It’s not that my grammar and spelling are ever correctly well written because they aren’t and Heaven only knows I’m terrible at the spelling and grammatical basics nonetheless I’ve now entered editorship.

The content and valuable moral lessons written here are indeed wisdom from my heart to anyone willing and capable and able enough to sit up in their hospital beds and get a ‘good kick out’ of my writings because in these writings the most recognizable element is how much I care and how much I wish to do well by all without having to sacrifice one single piece of myself as a woman and human and still come out alive on the other end without getting eaten by the many pressures to be perfectly well spoken and well written when it’s hardly the case for most Americans who don’t practice civilized means of communication amongst each other. I rest my case.

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Writers aren’t Perfect People

Yes, here on “Walton’s Mountain” we keep life fresh and simply respectful and wonderful much of the time.

There’s much work to be accomplished with each single passing day.

The years come and go and respect seems to be the glue for which holds us together.

No matter how haughty or surly or immature I might feel about any events or situations while in person one does one’s best to be kind and respectfully inclined or indisposed or well spoken especially under difficult situations with negative miscommunication taking place.

Here on “Leave it to Beaver” street we play well with other children especially even if other children are mean or self-centered or ego-centric or “nasty” or disrespectful bullies.

We keep the peace and smile warmly and keep a lookout for all friends and foes and neighbors.

We neither hate any of our neighbors even though some of our neighbors continuously disrespect our boundaries still yet we respect.

The real job of any mature writer is to make sense out of confusion.

No, the real job of any mature writer isn’t to make sense out of the entire world more precisely to make sense out of confusion.

Yes, the real job of any mature writer is to set their emotions aside and find the center of the moral of the tale at the heart of the tale.

This type of job is not only one of the most difficult of jobs in the entire world also this job doesn’t come with any set of instructions or manual or memorandums thus the writer must be on guard and on their best game ready for anything to occur or not.

The main reason why not any minor or any immature writer or any fool or any idiot is capable of publically writing and be taken seriously is because morals are taught and don’t come by easily and ethics are set in stone and the writings already on the wall with the cooked spaghetti noodles, anyway.

To be any type of decent mature writer one must take on the heavy burden to always do the right thing especially while under severe stress or pressure to want to squeeze the cheese out of the hotdog.

To be a mature writer doesn’t always mean to be sickly sweet thus nearly anybody will love and adore the writer for caring what the reader thinks of the person more than their written words. No.

Writing comes with a strict set of ethical rules for which one must abide by since the laws are as laws are whether a writer be mature or immature the laws still stand true and fast.

Being a writer doesn’t mean having to be an attorney.

However, writing comes with some strong and linear set of laws for which one must know by heart otherwise potential and hypothetical legal complications may be foreseeable in the near future for any writer or editor. (Knock on wood.)

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American Writers

Most American writers have freedom of expression since there isn’t any type of tyrant or militia watching our each move or forcing our hand at our word.

American writers are indeed a rare species and breed of private citizens and civilians who go about their days organizing their lives and paying attention to the latest cultural phenomenon as well as bringing home bacon and setting dinner on time and on the table as well as laundering many loads of laundry per week and having to sweep the patio still yet today and get in a though-rough vacuuming of the upstairs and downstairs of our home.

American writers are usually heavy drinkers on their off time since writing is usually dense and difficult heady work. It’s awesome to forget about heavy and dense thoughts for a while.

American writers mostly write sober since words are important to the American people and the world at large.

The world’s watching and none of us are playing dumb about what’s being recorded for the sake of historical facts and professional corrections made.

This American writer doesn’t like the taste of any alcohol or beer or wine or liquor or champagne.

This American writer drinks vast amounts of water and smokes 100% tobacco cigarettes to ease the conscious pain of possibly at times thinking, too, much as well as dealing with a #5 noncancerous tumor pain on a daily and constant basis.

This American writer is a happily legally married woman and wife to an amazing professional communications master broadcast engineer.

We keep a private homesteaded property and a little doggie companion and our vast domestic responsibilities are enormous and immense.

This American writer doesn’t have time to go around and discriminate against other private citizens or civilians or neighbors since we have much too much already on our plates.

Yes, this American writer is addicted to Escitalopram.

Yes, in a none-addicted way, this American writer is legally ‘high as a kite’ with doctor prescribed 20MG of Escitalopram. I feel fantastic, however, I’m still this imperfect me.

Yes, this American writer is this imperfect human who lives in literal physical pain and has way, too, many responsibilities to attend to each and every single day of my life.

This American “writer’s voice” isn’t completely immature.

However, I can see how some of my frustrated language comes across as any “writer’s voice” immature words when in person I’m not immature since I’ve had to prove myself not to be immature as a mature adult woman of color.

This writing is to make sense out of this tough and beautiful and hard American living.

The writing is here as a record and testament to my written progress as an English as a Second Language adult who struggles with many topics and subject matter.

No matter how I feel about how I feel about anything at all we end up winning in the end since we give it the best we’ve got in disciplined practice.

Anybody who shows up to practice is a winner!

Please, don’t get down and out about my writings.

Please, be grateful I’m still here at my standing writing desk pouring over my words to better ease the state of our current American cultural conscience affairs.

We’re not alone.

No, I’m not alone on this journey.

No, you’re not alone in your lives.

We’re here.

You’re here.

We’re all here together.

Truly, “from Russia with love.”

Please, don’t despair.

To despair is to turn one’s back on humanity.

Please, allow me to be me.

Truly, I’m good at heart.

Yes, I’m here for the benefit to become a better writer.

Nevertheless, it’s my truest of intensions to make sense more than to anger our readers.

If this writing is too much then please don’t read.

To each their own.

To Thy Own Self Be True.

Yes, I love.

Yes, I’m a real human with real and true emotions.

No, I’m not a cookie cutter of anything.

Yes, I’m authentic without being obnoxious about it.

Yes, I’m real.

Yes, I’m kind in person because what’s the alternative?

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 2,000

Word Count: 2,573

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,831 + 1,002 = 3,833 + 2,573 = 6,406

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #9 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #66 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #52 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #57 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Thursday, October 20, 2016

“Eat less and dress better.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Cumbersome (heavy, burdensome, clumsy)

He tried to carry off the loot but it was too cumbersome.

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Correction to the October 19^th, 2016 piece:

About my parents’ burned down home on Park Point, Minnesota as the local media articles have it, the articles mentioned something about glass blowing tanks or “oxygen tanks” which there’s no such thing as glass blowing tanks since glass blowing is done through a process in which one utilizes a fire stove and melted down and heated blown glass.

My Father’s next door neighbor gave out the wrong information to the local media which in turn the media incorrectly wrote down misinformation.

There were propane tanks in the garage which factually not one single propane tank blew up.

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Sock Addict

Flip-Flop Addict

Yes, I’m an addict.

Who isn’t addicted to either “prescription drugs,” or “sex,” or “lust,” or “greed,” as well as disillusioned about their looks or intelligence or talents, or “hopeless romantics,” or “coffee addicts,” or “adrenaline junkies,” or “gorgers,” or “workaholics,” or “sugar addicts,” or “alcoholics,” or “heroin junkies,” or “crack heads,” or “cocaine” addicts or any other controlled or uncontrolled substance which is addictive for such matters.

Yes, I’m addicted to socks and unfortunately to flip-flops.

As of yet I’m not certain as to how I’ll wean myself from making the purchase of consuming more flip-flops especially since flip-flops are the most terrible foot ware for the feet.

What is it about my brain which time and time again purposely chooses the wrong foot ware for feet health?

Something in me is wired to believe and think flip-flops are the most comfortable shoe ever made, however.

However, I’ve been wrong about flip-flops for close to 29 years.

This summer I nearly killed myself on our backyard hillside wearing wet flip-flops.

Twice I slightly sprained my ankle and once I actually fell on my face when I tripped over my flip-flops and took a nasty fall.

The mulberries were slick as ice and down I went.

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More Tomorrow

Oh, one of our elderly fell yesterday and their pride is hurt.

We must decide how to cautiously proceed from here without getting used by some of our bossier family members since we live further away from our elderly than most other relatives do and neither do we hold any “power of attorney” nor do we want to nor do we care for such responsibility when it seems most of the time others in the family come across as bitter or angry to contend with our elderly and their falls yet other family members hold all of the power therefore it’s their responsibility to decide what to do about our 90 year old and their extreme needs for moral support.

My father reminds me; if any parent inconveniences the life of any of their adult children with the neediness to constantly be looked after then it’s time for the parent to get professional help or support rather than put extreme amounts of social pressure and heavy weight (no pun intended) to continuously be cared for as if the adult parent were a child which isn’t the case.

We don’t have much if any responsibility to our elderly since our elderly made elderly wishes mace quite evidently clear to both Eric and I; we don’t hold any “power of attorney,” however, unfairly our elders also want us to do all of the ‘leg work’ and hard work and cleaning and shopping without any benefits or fun while we pay for nearly all of it out of our pocket.

To visit elderly people is difficult and hard work even when elderly promise visits with elderly isn’t difficult which factually visits with elderly isn’t natural to clean up for any adult person unless absolutely necessary especially not bodily function or bodily fluids.

Elderly people mostly seem to need something done or taken care of around their homes and if one kindly refuses or says, “no thank you” then one gets berated for choosing to opt out of climbing the roof and fixing more shingles for example.

My health isn’t always very well.

It’s the one aspect of our marriage for which our family doesn’t seem to understand or respect I excessively bleed from my vagina and am not able to travel much or go out of my way to take care of other people’s health when my own health fails me, often and much of the time for the past eight years.

It’s me, and only me, and Eric: taking care of this terrible hemorrhaging illness which I happen to factually live with noncancerous uterine and thyroid tumors yet ‘no one’ in our family ever asked me how I’m doing or if there’s anything I ever need which I’m well, and we don’t need or want for absolutely nothing we can’t provide for ourselves as mature adults.

Our family is quite self-centered and it seems to always be about what needs tour family desire to have fulfilled through commands or barks and negative comments towards others yet I don’t have energy in me to care enough to drop what we’re doing and go and lend moral support to an elderly who regrets I married her son. I’m quite tired at the ripe age of 39 and don’t want to deal with the domestic or health needs of 90 year olds since it’s not my responsibility to drop any activity or responsibility we’re doing each time somebody needs something or they threaten to fall apart and into pieces right before our very own eyes or throw a temper tantrum or go completely silent and sulk or not.

I’ve spent the last ten years cleaning and shopping and taking care of our In-Laws better than our In-Laws ever take care of each other.

It’s time for someone else to ‘step up to the plate’ and be the mule for the next decade.

Yes, I have a heart.

My heart’s been stepped on therefore nobody will fool me twice.

Guard thy heart.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

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Word Count: 1,002

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,831 + 1,002 = 3,833

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #8 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #66 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #52 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #57 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

“It costs nothing to make sweet promises.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Succinct (compressed, concise, brief but full of meaning)

His phone message, although succinct, gave the hospital all significant details.

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Difficult Miscommunication with Neighbors

In modern psychology there’s no such notion

As “bad people”

Only bad decisions

Or bad actions

Or misinformation

Or faulty data

Or mainly miscommunication

Or manipulation

Or misguidance

Or misleading

Or bias

On September 9, 2016 our father and stepmother’s home on Park Point, Minnesota burned down to the ground.

It’s a miracle the neighbors and our family made it out alive.

Now, one of our childhood homes is forever gone.

This is the very first time I’ve been able to write about the devastating incident since last night was the very first time I out loud spoke about the fire to our amazing next door neighbor who lives with a brain tumor here in the Twin Cities.

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From The Information We Know…

Our father and stepmother spend half the year in Texas.

The other half of the year they live on Park Point, Minnesota.

For the past 15 years our father and stepmother made Park Point their base home.

Our father has lived on Park Point his entire life and still continues to live on Park Point to this day.

About two years ago our parents returned from their Texas home to their Park Point, Minnesota home to discover mostly our parents’ “break wall” or “retaining wall” went missing and was in fact torn down by our parents’ next door neighbors who didn’t ask any permission to demolish our parents’ property.

A “break wall” or “retaining wall” is a specific type of wall for which helps keeps out large masses of bodies of water such as Lake Superior or other massive bays or lakes or oceans or ricers along the shoreline where homes reside near the shore banks.

Over that winter and spring (2015) my parents’ next door neighbors took literal action upon themselves to literally tear down the “retaining wall” for which was and now is on our parents’ legal property.

Our parents’ next door neighbors happen to be our father’s good friend(s) from the days of old before our father retired as an M.D. psychologist at the UMD health services department.

Our father legally and literally sold the next door lot to one of his best friends who also worked alongside our father as a professional colleague for 15 years also in the role as psychologist in the same department.

For quite some years now our father’s supposedly good longtime friends literally sabotage our parents’ property by demolishing the property whenever our parents are gone over the long winters to Texas.

There have been ‘nasty’ legal disputes and arguments over the land (driveway property) for which our father’s garage stood before the garage burned down by the literal irresponsible hands of our parents’ next door neighbors and supposedly longtime friends.

The entire ordeal has been truly heartbreaking for my stepmother who is a genuinely good person at heart.

Listening to the devastating awful nonsensical arguments as for why our father’s next door neighbor(s) seem entitled over our parents’ property has been an incomprehensible menopausal hormonal rage which the courts sanctioned my parents’ property as our parents’ legal property yet our parents’ next door neighbor(s) continues to disputes the non-issue again and again in which the courts have found no justifiable reason or means to give away our parents’ property to an unruly and commanding and disrespectful and delusional next door neighbor(s) who continues to insist my parents’ property belongs to our parents which legally our parents’ land doesn’t belong to anybody except our parents.

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Friday, September 9, 2016

At around and in between the hours of 11:00pm to 11:30pm of September 9, 2016 our father awoke to the sounds of what our farther thought could possibly be a bomb explosion going off nearly next to his head since our parents’ former master bedroom was situated by the garage facing the bay of Lake Superior and the “Bong Bridge.”

As soon as our father awoke to the blast, he then immediately sat up in bed and looked out of his bedroom window to find his entire two-door garage, up in flames and burning to the ground.

Our father and his lovely wife safely made it out of a confusing situation while carrying their dog to safety to make our parents’ way to the street where our parents’ did breathe easier and better.

For many hours afterwards the burning garage blazed with thunderous flames and smoke.

Nearly immediately or soon after our parents reached the street our father noticed our father’s disrespectful next door neighbors went ‘missing from the action’ therefore our father made it his personal decision and mission to go and wake up his disrespectful and illegally abusive next door neighbors even though our parents’ next door neighbors did in fact had either taken sleeping pills or were intoxicated on beer thus our father is now a hero since our father made the right decision to go look after the safety of our father’s next door arsonist neighbors and get our father’s next door arsonist neighbors out alive while our father’s neighbors’ home also began to go up in flames and in their state of minds and confusion couldn’t understand why our father’s next door neighbors needed to evacuate their home.

In the middle of such confusion our father set aside his personal emotional feelings and went and helped rescue our father’s next door arsonist neighbors from dying in their sleep while they argued with my father as to why our father’s neighbors nearly refused to vacate the vicinity.

Our father will forever be a hero to me because in the most tumultuous of situations our father consistently does the “right thing” and is capable and able to mentally or emotionally or literally save the lives of other people especially when others have endangered our father’s very own life and/or the lives of our father’s beloved ones.

From the information we know…

Our father’s next door arsonist neighbors went to bed and allowed the bonfire to continue to burn right next to our parents’ garage while the winds were estimated nearly at 35 to 55 miles per gusting winds.

On September 9, 2016 our parents’ next door arsonist neighbors’ bonfire became reckless endangerment and deadly and as they say, “the rest is history.”

Our parents’ garage and property and home are no more.

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The Duplex

At the time of the fire: our parents’ had new tenants living in the front duplex of their large and beautiful modern home which fifteen years ago I literally helped our parents’ re-build their home with my own bare hands.

The latest renters (spring 2016) were a young artist couple.

For about eight years prior to this spring 2016 my parents had rented out the front one-bedroom duplex to a couple who drank, too, much and took it upon themselves to rent out our parents’ home while our parents were gone over the long six month winters in Texas.

The second to last renters pocketed the “under the table” money thus our parents had to evict the alcoholic couple this past spring 2016 which made for a much healthier choice for our parents than to have some boozy couple run circles behind their backs.

The new artist couple tenants are respectful to our parents.

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Wednesday, June 30, 2016

8:00PM

Sexual Assault

(Bodily Fluids)

Our neighbors’ two guests two-doors down

On Wednesday, July 6, 2016 exactly one week after our black neighbors’ two (2) guests 2-doors down took it upon themselves to personally “sexually assault” my body and physical form by spitting directly into my face three (3) times then a black woman preceded to throw (1) burning alcoholic drink directly at my eyes simply because I wouldn’t personally as a mature adult woman change my professional opinion as to how to directly speak to misbehaved unruly black children in public therefore four (4) “sexual assaults” broke out against my body and physical form by six grown black adults guarding the perpetrator of “sexual assault” and another female guest of whom threw liquor directly into my eyes and blinded me for nearly and almost an hour afterwards while no one from the sexual assaulting parties cared if I lived or died except Eric.

Our out of control disrespectful black “sexual assaulting” neighbors’ guests’ 2-doors down were out for blood except I was, too, kind to literally kill “anyone” under the grueling pressure for self-protection of my physical body and flesh and bone since I resumed my sweeping duties and continued to pick-up garbage right in front of our “sexual assaulters’” neighbors’ two guests 2-doors down home after the “sexual assault” took place. I pulled a Gandhi.

Afterwards, after great personal discomfort and much distress to my fake-pregnant hormones as well as negative verbal discourse and extreme misunderstandings in miscommunication and four (4) consecutive “sexual assaults” I walked away from the vicinity of great self-loathing and ignorance as I also did in fact picked up our “sexual assaulter” neighbors’ two guests’ 2-doors down’s garbage.

The week after the initial four (4) “sexual assaults” I went and stood at the front walkway on the sidewalk of our neighbors’ two doors and directly spoke face to face with the immature adults and told the immature and irresponsible adults to please keep the immature adults’ unruly and disrespectful black children out of our private property because I do get easily startled and on such particular week I was using serious power tools to cut down sixteen (16) trees about the size of large dinner plates.

On the night of Wednesday, July 6^th, 2016 at 8:00pm I found our black neighbors’ 2-doors down disrespectful black eight (8) year old girl wandering throughout our property since the self-loathing female child seems to clearly think wandering around people’s private homesteaded properties is some type of a joke or game to come over and wander around without our permission or without ‘a clue’ as to what serious aspects of machinery were conducted while the little undernourished and spiteful female child looks for any attention the female child may get from anyone who’s willing to have to deal with the child’s very own self-loathing and general hatred for irresponsible and directionless adults without any purpose other than to eat, drink, breathe and not ever contribute much to society other than neighborhood disturbances and physical and verbal and property violence.

No, I wasn’t okay with the black self-loathing female child wandering throughout our private homesteaded property unsupervised as though our private homesteaded property belonged to her since I’ve been physically assaulted a total of eighteen (18) times in my lifetime thus I do get easily startled and while holding any power tools I’d hate to mistakenly sever (cut, split, separate) any child’s body parts (knock on wood) only due to a possibly and hypothetical accident or scenario for which at times have run across my mind to constantly be on alert and a watch out for wandering children or lose dogs throughout the four (4) years of living here.

No, I neither would ever purposely harm any child nor have I ever, however, if I’m startled then who knows what might or might not happen.

Yes, I took it upon myself to walk over to our neighbors’ 2-doors down and stand at the end of their walkway on the sidewalk and “set the record straight” by letting our self-loathing neighbors’ 2-doors down know and directly tell them face to face I wasn’t okay with their eight (8) year old to wander around on our private homesteaded property.

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Wrongly Accused

Immediately, our disrespectful black neighbors verbally insulted me and told me I was “drunk” which I wasn’t after a long difficult day of manual labor or I was told I needed to take my medication which I had already taken my medication around 11:00am on such a day as I do take my medication at such a time most days.

Our disrespectful neighbor’s 2-doors down wondered out loud where Eric was and our disrespectful neighbor told me they thought that Eric ought to settle me down and take me home which Eric stood at the end of our driveway and let me do whatever I thought was correct and appropriate for the time wastage.

Eric does hold me in high regards.

Eric knows if by the time I’ve lectured anybody then take it because I have justifiable cause to give a good and relenting and whipping lecture about the safety of all humans specifically and especially children or minors.

No, I’m nobody’s property. I speak for myself.

When I speak I mean business thus listen up.

No, I’m not playing any games.

Yes, I’m “serious” even though I love to laugh much of the time.

The ignorant black neighbors’ 2-doors down took it upon themselves to start yelling at me and told me they could do whatever they wanted to me and my body and bodily harm.

Our disrespectful black neighbors’ 2-doors down aggressively told me if I were ever to return to their sidewalk then they would throw something in my face.

When our disrespectful black neighbors’ 2-doors down made the threat to throw something in my face then I responded by saying, “If you throw something in my face then I’ll kill you in self-defense. It’s not a threat. It’s a fact. You made the threat first.”

For the first time in four (4) years all of the ignoramus illiterate screaming black adults stopped talking all at once while making false allegations and brutal threats to my physical bodily harm.

In detail our neighbors’ 2-doors down like to tell me how they’ll mutilate me.

Insanity sure reigns in this neighborhood.

Being told just how one will be mangled or mutilated isn’t fun, however, being told one will kill in self-defense can’t be easy to hear either since it makes any bully stop and consider the alternatives to life and death.

Yes, I’ve made it quite clear and evident to our neighbors’ 2-doors down if they as much as touch me then I’ll kill them with one single stroke.

No, I won’t hesitate to self-defend myself against 6 to 15 insane black people who’ve terrorized our neighborhood since 1982 is what the detective directly told me while over a phone conversation early last summer 2015.

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Wrongly Accused II

The DNA damaged grandmother of our neighbors’ 2-doors down quietly like a snake made her way outside and walked right up to the end of her walkway and in my face began to tell me she knew it was me who had placed dog poop on her outdoor grill.

She was certain it was me who had poured gasoline all over her property.

She said she KNEW it was me yet she holds no evidence.

Immediately I defended myself and told the drunken alcoholic breast exposing grandmother she had no evidence and how did she for a fact know it wasn’t one of her many people who come and go all day long for which might’ve placed supposed dog poop on her outdoor cooking grill.

Since the beginning of July 2016 Eric and I’ve been trying to figure out the mathematics as to how it’s possible to collect Freeway’s tiny little poops to make enough poop to put all over anybody’s outdoor grill.

The entire accusation is truly still mesmerizing that our neighbors’ 2-doors down seem to “wholeheartedly” believe I was supposedly the one who took the time to go and place dog poop on anybody’s outdoor grill or considered to be someone who would do as much as cause any offense against our “sexual assaulting” neighbors.

Our “sexual assaulting” neighbors only seem to go by hearsay as to “what” concocted delusional alcoholic delusions the grandmother seems to think about such an event for which I wasn’t even a part of when the grandmother is the one person who exposes her bare naked breasts and nipples to people who come to the front door to drop off clothes, food or books.

Our neighbors scare me in ways no other neighbors have ever scared me in my lifetime.

Our neighbors take way, too, many liberties with their other neighbors.

To be accused of any crime for which didn’t participate in is absolutely weird to be accused of any crime for which I didn’t do such as gather Freeway’s potential or possible three month poop droppings and put it on our neighbor’s 2-doors down’s grill.

Gathering Freeway’s feces or biological waste takes about a week to gather enough of our dog’s little poops to make a handful of poop.

I don’t know what the world’s coming to.

Personally, I do believe many American neighbors are insane and blinded by rage and anger and don’t ever under any circumstances think or believe one’s neighbors can’t or won’t kill one in their sleep.

We keep the peace otherwise the alternative is bloodshed.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 2,000

Word Count: 2,831

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,831

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #7 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #66 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #52 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #57 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

“Flattery is a device for deft.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Succulent (juicy, full of spice)

A succulent pig was the main dish at the banquet.

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*) Day #6 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #66 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #52 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #57 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Monday, October 17, 2016

“Those who can’t love flatter.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Imperative (commanding, compulsory, necessary)

It is imperative to have work in on time to get a good grade.

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*) Day #5 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #66 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #52 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #57 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Friday, October 14, 2016

“Reprove not a scorner, lest he hate you; reprove a wise man, and he will love you.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Condoned (pardoned, overlooked, excused)

The boy’s offense was condoned.

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Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault in America

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Ageism

There’s much to be discussed about the wisdom of aging.

Nevertheless, not anybody who gets older gets wiser.

In fact most people get crabbier and meaner with age since elderly bodies seem to constantly hurt much of the time.

Like many of us most people day-to-day trek along from making lifestyles possible to peacefully achieve domestic goals as well as professional workload and family time and meals.

In life the biggest secret to aging is how on the morning after one’s 35th birthday then one will wake up and for the first time acknowledge any major or drastic aging facial line(s) cut across one’s face not ever noticeable before to the naked eye until any such morning one realizes one’s truly begun to live out any mature adult life aiming towards the grave.

Then downhill from there.

Not literally.

Not actually.

Then one truly begins to have fun and live!

The first noticeable aging line is any gift from nature to shed wisdom upon the basis about how small and insignificant humans truly are in their grandiose egos to psyche themselves out about the realities and truths of aging and mortality.

Aging with grace isn’t difficult.

Perhaps the most difficult part of aging is how much the body begins to hurt thus making the aging process much more difficult to bear.

As time passes not only do we lose our looks, however.

We also must contend with natural aging pains and aches.

As any general rule Eric and I find our lifestyle best to spend small amounts of time with peoples in their 80’s and 90’s otherwise the power reversal gets turned on its head and the younger person with any noticeably capable body will be seen more as objectification than human.

At 35 and 39 one doesn’t desire to have one’s body treated like cattle since one must also consider what life will be like in one’s older years in which one must maintain self sufficiency otherwise one simply uses others for one’s personal gain.

The social challenge with aging seems as though older people in their 80’s and 90’s tend to turn younger people into something more like commodities rather than to respectfully treat younger peoples of color for who such any individual of color truly are which isn’t unpaid cleaners or servers or domestic slaves or some other such nonsense.

Younger peoples in their 30’s and 40’s require respect since peoples’ daily lives are busy and full and neither does anyone desire nor want to have to add additional responsibilities or chores or cleaning to one’s already complex and busy daily mature adult lives.

For the past decade my domestic challenge with 80 and 90 year old has been any difficult experience to deal with older peoples in their 80’s and 90’s only since I’m discriminatorily treated more like any mule or any domestic house slave to retrieve this-or-whichever or grocery shop or do tons of loads of laundry in one weekend or pick up mice droppings or pickup mice carcasses or vacuum an entire house (upstairs and downstairs) or dust all of the furniture or rake an entire huge farm yard or other unnecessary responsibilities for which usually involves much pay or dust and my health doesn’t hold up well under any such inhumane conditions when no one else in the family has to do any of the chores designated to me as a family guest and not an unpaid servant or serf.

No, I don’t like to be used as a “thing” or “commodity” only ever since I still have two working legs and two working arms.

No, I don’t like to be demanded or commanded or berated or bullied or verbally abused to wash dirty skid marked underwear.

No, I don’t want to fold skid marked underwear, neither.

No, I don’t want to be bullied to take on the domestic responsibility to dress or shower older peoples since none of such responsibilities are my paid occupation or job to do any of such demands for any family members much less In-Laws.

No, I don’t like to be a means to an end or dehumanized or objectified by anybody else’s elderly needs or intimidating or bullying sharp commands or personal insults made against me or my person to have to do for others what In-Laws won’t ever have to do for me such as wipe my derriere or dress me after any shower unless we pay for such activities to be done for Eric and I when we’re older peoples.

As I get older, I get wiser to older peoples than myself since I don’t want my body to be rundown or only used for chores or cleaning to lesser and less wiser elderly humans who demand or bully or verbally abuse to be domestically helped out when there’s no respectful exchange between any parties involved such as myself as a much younger and more naïve person to be verbally abused to clean and do chores for elderly mean-spirited Finn-Americans since sitting down with anyone is a precious gift of time not to be given lightly away.

Time of span spent with elderly is best to keep short visits short to about no more than one hour with elderly needy peoples then elderly needy peoples will neither begin to demand or command for younger peoples to become elderly needy peoples’ servants nor domestic house slaves.

At the ripe age of thirty-nine most days my body hurts simply since I’ve been dealt with a figuratively “heavy hand” and “harsh blow” of bad luck to live out the past seven years with noncancerous tumors of the thyroid and uterine fibroid noncancerous tumors thus and therefore at times my health with this heavy illness makes life difficult to get through a million and one things in one day as most mature adults do.

Nonetheless, to be verbally abused or bullied into taking care of elderly people’s laundry or dirty dishes or personal hygienic needs is much, too, much to contend with since I’m already physically ill while washing our own dirty dishes and laundry.

Nevertheless, I look absolutely healthy and well in body even when I do hemorrhage for six (6) weeks to six (6) months at one straight time and nearly go close on death’s door yet easily rebound since I’m strong and robust in mind, body and spirit.

Even older people haven’t upheld enough respect for my person of color to stop commanding or verbally abuse or bully me to clean and take care of needy elderly peoples’ basic hygienic needs when at times I almost need help with my own basic hygienic needs as someone who deals with tremendous health issues yet I make my illness or disease look easy to others therefore I don’t depend upon others to wash me or shower me or take me to the toilet even though it would be great to have others wipe my rear end.

No, I don’t want to be used by needy elderly people who refuse to pay for homecare services while in their 80’s and 90’s since needy elderly peoples don’t have much to offer except bullying and repeated stories of the past since elderly people seem to mostly live in the past and not in the present moment as well as needy elderly people like to hear themselves speak rather than listen to others speak after eight straight hours of cleaning needy elderly people homes and properties.

Older people tend to live in the past and I tend to live in the present moment.

No matter how old anybody might be, age doesn’t give anyone the right to command or verbally abuse or harass or bully younger peoples’ into taking care of elderly personal needs especially when one isn’t paid to take on such difficult responsibilities.

The biggest “beef” I have with elderly-American is American elderly are tired and needy elderly ache and much of the rest of the American population also does ach us along with the elderly.

Nevertheless, needy and selfishly motivated elderly seem to be more “entitled” and shallow about elderly physical pain than the rest of working Americans who are much younger with our own struggles and challenges and physical pain and illnesses as well.

No, I’m not anybody’s maid or house servant even though cleaning seems to be the only peg square box I get placed into. I’m starting to think needy elderly verbal abuse against me and my person is more about racism than ageism.

No, I don’t want to be used for the amusement or inconsideration of needy elderly peoples in their 80’s and 90’s in case bullying or verbal abuse or harassment is race related issues such as being called “colored.”

How awful to be old and arrogant in one’s ignorance.

No, I don’t like to be called “colored.”

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Gender Bias

Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault in America

There’s much to be discussed about gender bias since gender bias seems as though America still deals with the same old tunes of the 1970’s gender bias and sexual harassment and sexual assault.

As far as feminism making any way forward into the 21^st century I believe in good and an equal opportunity employer.

Feminism isn’t about women’s rights.

Feminism is about human rights.

Yes, I’m any proud and lovely modern feminist.

The difficulty with American mass corporate media propaganda is this:

The mass corporate media machine doesn’t ever disclose many stories about the every single day troubling and harsh realities of women of color and racist struggle to be seen as intelligent and smart and talented and gifted and kind individuals rather than pieces of meat or flesh for the enjoyment of men or Caucasian women’s self-loathing and hatred of other women of color.

There’s nothing remotely okay about the public “male gaze” even if one were to desire to be seen as a piece of meat.

The “male gaze” or the want of the “male gaze is unnecessarily ignorant to ever wish or desire for any man to undress any woman with his eyes while in public spaces otherwise women becomes nothing except walking vaginas without any worth or value to women’s intellectual property or sensuality or sexual power and mind and humanity and spirituality.

Surprisingly, the “male gaze” still exists well into the latter part of 2016.

The “male gaze” seems as ever out of style and age.

The “male gaze” seems to be “creepy acts” for which I thought had gone out of style in 1996.

Yes, I have had men undress me with their eyes while in public settings and getting undressed with the “male gaze” feels like an emotional vampire rape.

The modern bewilderment is women haven’t done a well enough job to raise women’s boys, who, will in turn grow up into violent abusers and/or assaulting men, who, most likely will go out and about town and either sexually harass women or actually sexually assault women.

Sexual harassment and sexual assault is about power.

Sexual harassment and sexual assault isn’t about romance.

Whenever any immature man doesn’t feel as though he holds any power of his own then such an immature man might possibly go out and find victims who will fulfill any such man’s need for victimization and criminalization.

Often I’ve wondered why when some men do feel powerless or socially frustrated or incapable of being complete powerful fully formed humans as men then why do such men not go home and either sexually harass or sexually assault their moms or the women in their homes rather than temporarily destroy the lives of strangers on the streets or public places.

If sexual harassment and sexual assault are about power then why not take out such rage upon or against one’s own mother rather than sexually harass or sexually assault any female stranger on any bus or any woman walking down the street or any woman getting something to eat at any restaurant.

Since sexual harassment and sexual assault is about power then it’s only the mothers of such men who have failed such powerless men to feel ever as much out of power and out of control with themselves as the mothers must have felt while raising their boys therefore the power struggle of sexual harassment and sexual assault must have much to do with incredibly terribly pent up angst and anger and sadness towards the mothers for whatever mothers did or didn’t do to fulfill the needs of mothers’ male children while raising boys or developing or growing up in general.

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Women’s Right to Equal Participation

There isn’t much incentive to work from an office when “telecommunications” is now all the new rage.

One of the main reasons for why I don’t deal with much or any sexual harassment or sexual assault any longer or anymore is ever since I’ve developed and constructed my “cushy” lifestyle mission and goal to work from home since fall of 2009 without many disturbances or crisis or melodrama unless our black neighbors’ 2-doors down come over to our front yard and “sexually assault” my physical body by directly spitting into my face 3 times and throwing one alcoholic drink directly into my eyes while I quietly and peacefully swept our front sidewalk then we’ve got some serious issues to talk about afterwards and I do get to lecture any “mongrel” who as much as takes physical abuse upon themselves to mess with any woman of color who refuses to be made any puppet to men’s deepest fears and insecurities and self-doubt and self-hatred and deep-seeded mommy sexual powerless issues.

There’s absolutely no incentive to drive to an office in which most likely on any daily basis any or most or some women are graded on their wardrobe or style of walk or smiles or outer physical looks and sexual appeal to be utilized as any weapon against working women.

As any modern woman I won the lottery by setting myself up in business and in life in ‘a’ wonderful situation to professionally work from our home study and one walled-in hallway small humble studio with one single 2010 laptop (still running) and a cell phone and tablet.

There’s absolutely no incentive to have to get all dressed-up and go to any place of business in which on the way to work either by bus or subway or public transportation at any given time of the day or afternoon or night some perverted and self-loathing male stranger of a man will take it upon himself to put his hands on any American or global woman’s bottoms or vaginas or breasts.

There’s nothing more slimy or perverted or disgusting than men who paw like dogs at women all up and down mass transit.

Freedom is any woman’s life-given right to be able to participate in culture and society and public spaces without having men sexually grope or grab women without as much as a chance for any woman to self-defend herself against such inappropriate and illegally unwarranted and unwanted gestures of sexual harassment or sexual assault.

In the year 2016 “sexual harassment” or “sexual assault” seems rather archaic for supposedly modern men to grab or grope modern women and utilize women more as objects to get off and gather power from an unbalance of power rather than to peacefully co-exist as educated and mindful and kind humans with thinking and working brains.

Personally, I think “sexual assault” is done by “perverted males who have absolutely not any type or sense of personal space therefore such “perverted” males tend to slowly creep in and then take aim and fire against the will of any woman standing in their way at any bus stop or public place.

The guilt and shame must be unbelievable for “perverted” men in general who don’t seem to feel any guilt or shame when many men do go around pawing or grabbing or inappropriately touching women without women’s permission or consent (approval, blessing.)

Abusive men’s intellects seem somehow stunted.

Perverts who are grabby and touchy men are only throwbacks and must eventually die off from the face of the planet Earth thus incredibly amazing and respectful and kind and well-mannered and intelligently smart compassionate and peaceful men will take over the imbalance of power between men and women and “the meek shall inherit the Earth” from decrypted and idiotic out of date mentalities such as the groping or grabbing of women’s body parts.

Eventually in culture and in government and in general public arenas as well as the overall national psyche will bend towards the goodwill of the meek and kindness and understanding and compassion for women to take charge and inundate our civilization with the correct and proper way to decipher appropriate touch from inappropriate touch.

What is it about inappropriate touch for which modern men isn’t willing or capable of deciphering right from wrong touch?

What if women were to grab men by the genitalia?

Would grabbing or groping any man by his genitalia be considered “inappropriate touch” while riding the subway or bus or mass transit?

Yes, grabbing or groping any man by his genitalia would be considered “inappropriate touch” while riding the subway or bus or any mass transit.

Then, why is grabbing or groping any woman on either her breasts or vagina or genitalia not necessarily considered “inappropriate touch” by the authorities?

Throughout my sixteen year professional mid-level career and adult years I’ve heard and seen and been a witness to rape and a victim of sexual harassment and/or sexual assault by male school mates or co-workers or strangers in public and the sexual assault is always astonishing how any woman’s body seems to belong to men the moment any woman leaves her space of safety and comfort and sanctuary or humble abode then women seem to turn into objects rather than persons traveling throughout public spaces for which women are also taxpayers of such any public spaces.

What gives?

When will educated or uneducated American men get over their own inner power struggles as men and leave women alone.

There’re many circumstances for which women do get “sexually assaulted” each and every single day up towards ten times per daily occurrences per each individual woman’s case on either busses or subways or walking down the public streets of America and there’s no real legal outlet for what’s inappropriately done to women thus women simply ‘put up’ with “sexual harassment” or “sexual assault” in public places or the workplace and such American women are either quiet about “sexual harassment” or “sexual assault” since most likely women already know there’s no platonic caring love or agape love or true sense of respect or justice for American women by American men or global male citizens.

America is extremely outdated when the subject matter comes to “sexual harassment” or “sexual assault” as Egypt is as desperate to cup any feel for women’s vagina’s and female genitalia each time women visit or travel throughout public spaces.

Are American men as outdated and perverted as many Egyptian men are today?

How violently boring of American men to self-loathe as much as Egyptian men do and must take out men’s self hatred on two nations of beautiful and kind and intelligent and smart modern and amazing American and Egyptian women.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 2,500

Word Count: 3,245

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 3,580 + 3,245 = 6,825

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #2 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #65 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #51 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #56 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Thursday, October 13, 2016

“He who winks makes trouble; he who openly reproves makes peace.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Endorse (to write on the back of a document; to give support or approval to; sanction)

Once before he had made the mistake of endorsing a candidate he did not know well enough.

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Street Etiquette.

Shouting.

Chapter 9.

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Am I a Bigot of Muslims?

No, I’m not a bigot of Muslims.

There’re indeed and in fact many different sects and cultures revolved around the Muslim religion and Muslim faith and Islamic ideologies from extreme to not as extreme as violent extremists.

As far as “Islam” or the “Islamic State” are concerned such any broken down systems tends to be run more in a manner or form of any seemingly “crocked” corporations or “corrupt” systems of governance or banking or any militia or violent hostage takeovers.

Nonetheless, the many enriching cultural aspects for which are made up or formed or united by many sectors of the Muslim religion and faith are each their own individual cultural sectors different from each other in the same manner in which Costa Ricans are indeed quite culturally different from Panamanians or Nicaraguans even if each culture or nation does practice Roman Catholic values and belief systems to be utilized as each own.

No, I’m not any bigot of Muslims since I’ve studied enough world religions and world history and world wars to know and to understand the many deep complexities or challenging parts to domestic and international peace treaties, trades and survival of global private citizens and civilians throughout the ages.

No, I don’t require any lecture on world peace.

No, I’m not any bigot of Muslims since our very own dear and beloved family members do indeed today religiously practice as Muslims from Sierra Leone and Turkey.

As I write this piece many of our family members live throughout many other different parts of the world such as Sierra Leone and Turkey and China and Mexico and Europe and Central and South America and Japan and many parts of Israel as well as our beloved ones share and co-exist in many most tumultuous political and societal situations of social unrest such as 17 years of American wars in the Middle East specifically Iraq and Afghanistan.

No, I’m not any bigot of Muslims since I hold many dear and close personal friendships to peoples who have changed my life for the better even though religion and politics are indeed any strong point of contention (debate) between us during many more difficult conversations to be had still yet in the future as retired folks with much time to spare to reading, relaxation and social time and dinners.

No, I’m not any bigot of Muslims ever since the history of America, American history’s been one discriminatory disaster after another.

No, I’m not any bigot of Muslims since American history teaches Americans the brutality and disaster of prejudice, first, starting with the Native Americans and the genocide of the many tribes by the hand of the United States of America’s government.

Americans know about the Japanese-American entrapment camps as well as the struggle of the Irish-Americans and the sabotage of the African-Americans or black-Americans and the demise of the modern 2016 Mexican immigrants and the quiet determination of Asian-Americans and the strength of our American people in general.

No, I’m not any bigot of Muslims since bigotry sounds “tiresome” and “sad” and “lonely” to be any bigot of peoples who worship one religious Muslim god in the form of “Allah” in mostly Arabic spoken and written and read languages across nations and some peacefully uncharted borders or terrains or lands.

No, I’m not any bigot of Muslims since I don’t make the time to personally go around and discriminate other people’s very sacred religions and cultures and heritages and creeds and race and gender identification throughout the world.

No, I’m not any bigot of Muslims since I don’t personally go out of my way on my own free personal time to say discriminatory words to peoples or about peoples in any measure, way or form or gossip or malicious slander.

No, I’m not any bigot of Muslims since I love and I care and I respect other people’s sanity and sanctuaries and sanctity inclined towards safety and rest and relaxation.

No, I’m not any bigot of Muslims since I hold an incredibly well developed “moral compass” after the age of 35 as any cerebrally well mature and intelligent and kind and smart adult woman of color or not which my heart directs and guides me to be inclined to leans towards “matters of the heart” and civilly continue to be any passionate and compassionate and empathetic soul in defense or stance for respect and peace and love.

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Am I a she-devil?

No, I’m not a she-devil.

Am I a she-devil?

No, I’m neither a “she-devil” nor is any other woman a “she-devil.”

There’s no such thing as a “she-devil.”

“She-devil” is any term for which doesn’t exist.

When I wrote any most passionate passage utilizing the strong and effective (efficient) language to describe another “good” and “kind-hearted” yet “disrespectful” American woman as any “she-devil” I wrote with intent and purpose and passion for readers to more closely examine and understand any “religious persecution” of mal-intended “injustice of discrimination” and overall “disrespect” from mainly Muslims Americans towards non-believer Americans simply since mostly American non-believers of the Muslim faith which holds absolutely no legal grounds for discrimination against non-believers and our peaceful natural way of life as Atheist-Americans and as one united American nation of one great “melting pot” of heritages and races and creeds and gender identifications and languages.

In this modern age I’ve grown tired of having the Muslim religion be any part of almost each and any single topic of conversation or discussion or intellectual debate with most modern Muslim-Americans since the modern Muslim-American doesn’t seem to easily “assimilate” well into American culture and modern Muslim-Americans tend to only “speak” or “brag” or “lecture” about life in terms of religious content or religious context thus making Muslim-Americans some of the most violently boring intellectual peoples on the planet Earth since Muslim-Americans don’t seem to be able to relax and comprehend how for many of most Americans the last thing Americans want or desire to listen to or hear about is religion since discussing “religion” or “politics” is indeed and in fact still considered incredibly “rude” and offensive to assume other Americans are even as much as “willing” or “capable” or “wanting” or “interested” to hear or listen about “Allah” or “Yahweh” or “Jesus” or “Buddha” or any type of politics in general on any constant basis or constant accordance in relationship with interactive communications in any public or social forum or conversation or exchanging or sharing of intelligent and smart and kind humanitarian ideas or be quiet and enjoy the ambiance.

Now’s any ‘trying time’ for modern Americans ever since our 17 years ago America’s military left America’s shores and haven’t returned or been brought back home from the Middle Eastern wars by the “greed” and landlocked partisan obligations or loyalties of American Congress.

Now’s any magnificent yet tiresome time to be alive when religious lectures seem to be the latest and most violently boring intellectual trends for lost political souls or desperate peoples.

The more Muslim-Americans tend to reiterate religious Muslim messages about “Allah” or how the end of the world is supposedly to occur on ‘any’ Friday or Kosher foods or this and whatever it might be religiously Muslim content or religiously Muslim context while Muslims’ garbage blows across neighbors’ yards for years on end the children’s screams are heard without any resolve then there’s much “hypocrisy” in the difference between lifestyle and religion therefore religion has no power in any conversation when one won’t as much as show compelling discipline or true kindness or platonic agape love for neighbors and others living different and peaceful and law abiding Atheists’ scientific and mathematical lifestyles different from the Muslim religion or faith.

Any hypocrite doesn’t hold any power no matter what gods are behind hypocrites.

As any Atheist-American “bad luck” would be anybody’s loss to “use” others as “soundboards” whenever conversation comes to mature adult talks about “religion” or “politics” since socially speaking about any two such subject matter’s quite personal to figure out such any two vastly different variants and complex topics or subject matter as “religion” or “politics” in full form is exhaustive mental work like a puzzle, puzzles may be fun to complete or not.

Most Americans don’t assume anyone ever “wants” or “desires” any type of “lecture” about “religion” or “politics” since such two specific topics are not only exhaustive mental work to figure out one’s own religion and politics much less another’s religion and politics.

When I do write out of frustration then I’ll utilize any modern language for which I see fit to command or make available as any reasonable and capable mature adult human argument about “discrimination” or “injustice” or “prejudice” against “non-believers” of the Muslim-American personal faith or practiced religion.

After twenty-nine (29) years as one Salvadorian-Maya-Costa Rican-American adoptee immigrant who is almost completely initiated into the modern American culture then all I have to say is this: I don’t much like “hypocrisy” or “hatred” or “social unrest” or “religious discrimination” or “prejudice” or “tyranny.”

There’s something manipulative about mostly modern American-Muslims as “Know-It-All’s” of faith and religion and the here-after.

However, most Muslim-Americans I’ve personally come across are either completely culturally inappropriate or ignorant of their own religious value system or don’t know how to mind their manners in general modern culture or societal settings or how to hold any mature adult free-spirited and with open minded verbal exchanges towards discussions or conversations other than any watered-down “around the cooler” perception of “Allah” in the sense about how much of the time mostly modern Muslim-Americans tend to throw around the word “Allah,” however, modern Muslim-Americans are dismissive of mostly modern American culture even though American modern culture is any Muslim-Americans’ culture and most for which modern America provides any socio-economic minimum wage ($7.25) slave or peoples feeding off of the welfare system by choice and lifestyle and health or not depending based mainly upon circumstances is indeed unfortunate to be ever as closely mixed with the American government’s social and welfare agencies and systems of filing and record keeping and data base records.

Contradictions are, too, bizarre to deal with upon the basis of faith or lifestyle or politics or religions.

The modern Muslim-American seems more like a “poser” than any true believer of Muslim-American faith or practiced religion since lifestyle and culture seem as divided as any fault line does divide land from more terrain.

The contradiction seems or appears as though the modern Muslim-American tends to hide behind the “Boogieman” of fear by telling non-believers about how “Allah” will automatically send non-believers to “eternal damnation” for not believing the Muslim faith or practiced religion which most Americans care less about going to “hell” since Americans have been told and retold and reminded by governances or governments or presidents or churches Americans are indeed going to hell ever since the beginning of our American history told by the Puritans who no longer exist and died off some lonely death “preaching to the choir” or rather preaching to themselves while literally and factually burning American women at the stake in Salem, Massachusetts.

What if one were to believe in “Allah”?

However, what if one weren’t to believe in the Muslim-American faith or practiced religion or “wandering” tongue of modern Muslim-Americans’ way of speaking about religion as fearful while Muslim-Americans may hide behind the skirt of frightful nightmarish religious values and ghoulish stories to make life seem more “miserable” or “unbearable” to have to worry about what more Muslim-Americans must think discriminatorily about non-believer-Americans who live out non-believing-American peaceful lives as best as Americans do without any “regrets” or “religious fears” about non-religious Muslim-American practicing lifestyles towards religious persecution by practicing or non-practicing Muslim-Americans.

The Roman Catholic faith has already told Americans we’re “stupid” or “slow” or “dirty” or “weird” or “incapable” of understanding any subject matter having to do with theology thus and therefore long ago Americans have already had the “Boogieman” thrown at us in the form of the “devil.”

Okay.

Whatever.

Americans don’t usually go out of Americans’ way to be frightful or frightened by anyone or anything since it’s in our Constitutional Rights and Freedoms and Civil Liberties not to have the dickens scared out of Americans through sheer fables and fairytales from books which nearly none of the writers were present and first hand witnesses to any of which they wrote or transcribed.

Modern Americans know all, too, well modern Americans are ‘all’ supposedly going to hell unless Americans repent and give lots of donations in the form of paper bills and cash to any church or many other facets of religious institutions.

Americans know.

Please, save the theological mature and well thought out religious conversations for later amongst adults and lecture or “put the fear” of “Allah” into religiously Muslim practicing parents’ children and not into an already and fully mature and independently well developed minded and informed adults pass the age of 35 who don’t wish to hear ‘any’ subject matter about anybody’s wayward or possibly frightening or one mean-spirited Muslim-American god “out to get” non-believing-Americans “in the end,” anyway.

This is my “beef” with modern Muslim-Americans: Too much preaching and not enough respectfully set concrete lifestyle examples.

Cultural modern education seems ‘a’ subject matter to be greatly feared to learn about any new cultural perspectives or to “assimilate” to modern American culture or incorporate into a modern American lifestyle since the comfort of theological fear is far more comfortable than the challenge for comprehension and development and common shared English basics in communication and linguistic exchanges.

The main challenge in communication with modern Muslim-Americans seems modern Muslim-Americans appear to conduct themselves as though Muslim-Americans don’t quite or fully understand as most Americans do understand the great sacrifices and contributions made by Americans who came long before the Muslim-Americans ever arrived and shed blood in freedom wars for our American Constitutional Rights and Freedoms and Civil Liberties on this side of the pacific and Atlantic Oceans.

The modern Muslim-American is rhetorically repetitiously violently boring therefore rhetorically dangerous in speech as Muslim-Americans portrayal of an ignorant yet righteously religious disposition to tend to want to “preach” or “lecture” at anyone or anybody or any mature adult who doesn’t want to hear or listen what Muslim-Americans might have to say about religious Muslim practices or faith based belief system of idealisms in the same manner or form as most Americans don’t want to hear religious or political talk from any other religious sector or party, either.

Religion tends to have a mostly “destructive” and “cruel” and mean-spirited value system therefore Atheist-Americans developed out of religious cruelty and persecution to peacefully co-exist as well as modern mathematically and factually scientifically minded Atheist-Americans don’t care about the “here-after” or “Heaven” or “Nirvana” as long as Americans of all creeds and origins live by a civilized code of morals and ethical laws then we’re ‘good to go.’

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As an Atheist:

How does one know ethics?

It’s only been in my latter part of my thirties for which I have chosen a most courageous and mathematically and modern factually scientifically and astute and moralistic and ethical and logical and reasonable peaceful way of life or lifestyle without any gods or religion in my life even though I do silently and privately pray five times per daily prayer.

As of recent I’m no longer “afraid” of “heaven” or “hell” since I no longer believe in either one of such silly fairytales.

Religion and prayer isn’t the same thing.

How does one know “the difference between right and wrong”?

One learns and gets to know the civilized rules and codes to modern culture and society through the teachings of parents, legal guardians and family members and friends and neighbors and other compassionate bystanders.

Moral understanding and ethics learned doesn’t take any rocket scientist to know “murder,” “rape,” “thievery,” “greed,” “gluttony” and “envy” and “lies” and the “seven deadly sins” are bad for one’s health as well as terrible for others’ health also.

Any time one wishes to get away with the slightest edge over others then simply stop and consider this: what if it were me?

Think: what if I was being taken advantage of or I was being taken for a “fool” therefore I was purposely being misguided or mislead? How would I feel to be such any objectified and dehumanized person?

If one were ever to think one holds the slightest manipulative advantage over another person then one thinks such thoughts only because one is “incorrectly” or “inappropriately” thinking about relationships in the wrong manner and wrong form more precisely one’s caught in any tangled web of power struggles and self-loathing rather than peaceful co-existence and sharing any type of wonderful life together as family members or friends or co-workers or neighbors or others.

Religions teach people this-and-whatever about how peoples ought to be extremely afraid of religious “Boogiemen.”

Nevertheless, freedom to maneuver our very own souls and minds and value systems and intellects and smarts and kindness is then vitally important for peoples to in general “watch out” for our dubious biases and shallow envies and trite jealousies of others.

We must learn compassion and empathy and sympathy towards all peoples and animals and environment and wildlife otherwise whenever peoples are “down-and-out” or downtrodden then manipulation is much easier for “ignorant” or “arrogant” others to come close to literally murdering smart and kind and intelligent peoples thus and therefore smart and intelligent and kind peoples practice The Golden Rule: do unto others as only one would have others do unto oneself.

If one doesn’t like to be lectured about religion or politics then don’t lecture to other peoples.

If one doesn’t like to be spat upon by neighbors then don’t spit upon other peoples.

If one doesn’t like to have their private genitalia grabbed or groped then don’t grab or grope other people’s genitalia without consented permission.

If one wouldn’t like to be raped then don’t rape other peoples.

If one wouldn’t like to be hit or kicked in the face or on any other body parts then don’t do hit or kick any other persons or animals or nature or wildlife.

If one’s innately cruel then save it for mass.

If one’s innately any type of bully then save the abuse for someone who cares to fight stupid battles against any bully and comes from the same background as bullies do with the propensity towards physical or verbal violence and criminalization.

The golden rule is this: First, think about how one would feel if one were someone else in the same situation as the person putting up with discrimination or religious persecution of any type.

There isn’t any excuse for criminalization or petty envy or trite jealousies or general overall hatred for other people’s’ different from our selves.

We’re the same race.

We’re the human race.

People of different colors or nationalities or heritages or creeds or gender identifications aren’t any different than any other humans.

Humans must adapt and get educated about being respectful about differences of any nation in social conduct and ethical behavior.

We’re one “melting pot” of cultural astuteness in which we welcome with open arms all global-American immigrants and refugees since our nation is one of serious symbolism for which represents Constitutional Rights and Freedoms and Civil Liberties.

America faces a new frontier at the start of the 21^st century of one great mesh of a “melting pot” of respect and love and understanding cultural differences.

America must progress forward.

Our manufacturing jobs aren’t coming back.

Manufacturing isn’t returning to American shores: progress is any good and wonderful aspect to cultural differences for Americans to face this new “Digital Age” with smarts and wits and kind respect and serious improvement for America’s present time in our nation’s story as Americans have and do face 17 years of continual wars in the Middle East.

Education and technology and ethics and digital systems are the way of the progressive and financially stable future.

The world’s smaller now. There’s no room for hatred.

Nevertheless, there’s much room for respectful and soulful and fierce and kind and courageous conversations and discussion and debate about the course of our country’s future as the politicians preach or lecture about looking backwards towards manufacturing when higher education ought to be tuition-free and the Americans must learn any constructive new way to survive not only to learn how to make any new way of living yet more precisely our American peoples must become more involved in education and community action and less “greedy” and less “cultural ignorance” of each other.

It’ll be classical education for which will set America free to look beyond others’ wardrobes or cynicism or verbal abuse.

Something wonderful such as modern factual education and modern factual well researched science and concrete mathematics and respect must be instilled into our American nation’s psyche other than paying the rent or “getting by” on any meager morsels of food.

Writing is difficult work indeed.

Nevertheless, reading and comprehension are more difficult work since reading and comprehension which may be considered dual art forms entwined in each other’s arms.

We must become one strong nation of readers.

We must not be afraid of different ideals or ideas.

We must know where Americans come from thus Americans won’t become lost souls searching for an ear to preach at.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

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*) Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #65 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #51 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #56 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

“Soldiers grow brave after eating.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Conduit (a tube, a protected trough)

The law requires all electric wires be placed in a conduit.

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*) Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #65 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #51 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #56 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

“Love makes us blind, deaf, and dumb.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Conflagration (a burning, a raging fire)

Many people gathered to watch the conflagration destroy the building.

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*) Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #65 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #51 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #56 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Monday, October 10, 2016

“It is easier to negate than to affirm.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Eradicated (killed, destroy, rooted up.)

The cause of the evil must be eradicated.

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*) Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #65 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #51 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #56 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Friday, October 7, 2016

“Don’t enter the forest if you fear leaves.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Enervate (weaken, deprive of strength)

The sameness of the climate seemed to enervate the visitors.

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Our Fall Season 2016

(A wet October)

Leaf Raking

Getting the patio ready for winter

Halloween Candy

Halloween Decorations

Pumpkin Spice Lattes

(Haven’t had one yet)

Winter Boots

Thanksgiving Dinner

(Duck!)

Travel to our Family Farm

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Our Fall Season 2016

(A wet October)

At the bottom of our backyard we have a small pond we call, “Lake Freeway” since our dog has taken to walking around the pond and tends to get muddy thus on average we’re up to 5 to 8 paw baths per daily reoccurrence since Freeway tends to come in completely muddy from the bottom of our backyard hill.

There’re many outdoor projects still yet to be completed such as chopping down tree branches into small sections to be carried away on garbage day with outdoor and natural waste management.

There’re wet leaves to be raked and need to be placed on dirt covered paths of our hillside which seems to have substantially eroded this summer and turned into white sand substance instead of black Earth.

The bottom of our backyard has turned more into a white sandy beach than a grassy backyard of what it was four years ago.

We’re watching our backyard hillside erode and disappear before our very own eyes.

We’re doing our best to keep the hillside from turning into a complete sandy mudslide with the rains we’ve been having as of late this October.

For us October has been a wet month and difficult to get outdoors and finish up our outdoor projects and close down the backyard for the winter months.

From the wet rains it’s apparent winter’s only around the corner.

With cold weather comes the freezing rains and sleet and snow and cold temperatures therefore we don’t like to carry our outdoor responsibilities, too, long into the fall season for anyone who lives in the tropics and has no idea what I’m writing about here, now.

Getting ready for winter is a real and tangible responsibility.

Our mentality is much of “urban farmers” who often tend to keep large and beautiful vegetable gardens or keep bees or keep chickens throughout the calendar years.

We neither keep any vegetable gardens nor bees or chickens.

Although, this summer was the first time I’ve personally considered keeping honey bees.

We simply keep up with a large hillside backyard lawn and tall trees and leaves and mud and sand.

The backyard responsibilities are enough work for a fulltime position to keep the exterior of any property running and looking fair to good to great to excellent condition.

Not once in my life did I ever imagine I would be running such a large private homesteaded property since it’s more work than I ever would’ve acknowledged before now as a private homesteaded property owner.

Our home and lot aren’t large, however, large enough to have to put in many hours of manual work and labor into keeping the house and the homesteaded property smoothly running throughout the four years.

As of late there’s no point in constant care of the patio since the wet leaves seem to fall this way and anywhere and stick to the red leveled brick ground.

Each morning there’re new leaves fallen unto the red patio bricks therefore I wonder why I even try to keep a neat patio when the worms hide under anything the worms do find such as the outdoor mat by the back walkout door to take shelter plus the leaves stick to the bricks when I try to sweep the wet leaves away.

Personally, I’ve been seriously considering keeping honey bees during retirement since our city ordinances allows residents to keep bees for personal private bee keeping usage in one’s own private properties or homesteads.

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Halloween Candy

Halloween Decorations

Halloween happens to be Eric’s favorite Holiday thus Halloween is now my favorite holiday also. Whenever Halloween’s right around the corner I do enjoy watching the happiness exude across Eric’s face like a little kid in a candy shop.

On October 15 I tend to set aside a household budget of $100.00 towards Halloween candy alone and another $100.00 towards decorations if we need any extra lights or outdoor lasers or extra electrical cords or hooks to set up the lights and decorations.

We actually don’t eat any of the candy while the candy sits inside our cupboards for about a 2-week span of time. We give ourselves props for such discipline and orderly conduct not to eat the candy all in one sitting.

We don’t rush Halloween since such any holiday only comes around once per year.

We enjoy and delight in the short window of opportunity to throw ourselves into the festivities of Halloween even though the advertisers tend to rush Halloween along right into Thanksgiving and Christmas shopping.

Halloween is special for us since Eric takes the time to set up the Disney “Haunted Mansion” display which glows green under black light and we like to look at the lit fully set up display with the serene calm of watching any nativity.

Eric tends to set up 2 Disney light displays across our large picture window. Also we hang up little purple lights inside of our official and proper parlor or living room or sitting room.

October is the season in which we get into step and stride with purchasing apple cider and warming it up over the stove top.

On Halloween night when the entire slew of neighborhood children stop by our front door to collect candy we warm up the apple cider to add ambiance to our home and set the scenery for a happy and wonderfully peaceful Halloween.

Our apple cider gets a thick coat of canned sprayed whip cream across the top. We don’t skimp out on the whip cream for anything. Eric likes his apple cider whenever I add spice to the apple cider as the apple cider liquid heats up over the stove top.

After we’re done handing out candy to our neighbors’ respectful children or not then we close down our house to add a bit of whiskey to the apple cider and sit back with the overhead lights off and the curtains drawn and take in the goodwill and fun spirit of the Halloween season with our indoor illuminating lights in our upstairs sitting room.

Each Halloween Eric and I watch “The Great Pumpkin” episode of Charlie Brown.

Nothing gets us into the holiday spirit of Halloween like Charlie Brown.

For years I’ve been wanting to decorate a pumpkin, however, we run out of time or the pumpkins are too large and by the time we get a pumpkin then I’m, too, tired to cut the pumpkin open and decorate the pumpkin thus the pumpkin might sit out on the back patio until the pumpkin is almost nearly rotted and time to throw away with natural waste management.

We don’t like using any type of fire candles therefore we use either solar or LED lights instead to decorate for any holiday only to appease ourselves of any house fires.

As “urban farmers” we like to go to bed feeling safe and smart about our home and homesteaded property.

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Pumpkin Spice Lattes

(Haven’t had one yet)

Ever since our 3-week June 2016 vacation I’ve promised myself to go in search of and purchase the largest single-shot of latte with either whole milk or 2% milk with lots of foam.

My favorite coffee shop drinks are lattes without any chocolate or sweetened flavors otherwise the latte would turn into mocha.

The main reason why I stopped drinking hot coco with whip cream on top is simply because hot coco is high in sugar content. As I get older sugary drinks don’t seem to settle well with me.

Nothing happens with sugary drinks other than I get an intense surge of energy only to crash and feel sluggish and tired afterwards.

Whip cream has nearly no calories in it therefore once in a great blue moon when I do purchase a hot coco then I like lots of whip cream on top. I don’t like to skimp out on the whip cream. I’ll pay extra if I like to.

However, as our subject matter happens to be lattes I’ll write within the coffee family.

For about 3 or 4 years I’ve been hearing about this pumpkin spice latte flavored coffee which is supposed to be a most satisfying life changing experience. I’d like to have a little cup of life changing experience.

Each year I’ve missed out on the ‘great pumpkin’ spice latte craze or trend simply and only because we have limited time when we do run errands such as this morning we went and got an oil change and stopped in at Perkins off of Louisiana Avenue and afterwards there wasn’t enough time left to stop into any local Caribou coffee house and make the ultimate golden purchase of 1 large pumpkin spice latte.

No, I don’t know what a pumpkin spice latte must taste like. I have no idea, however, at this time of year I like anything pumpkin.

Today I brought home a Perkins pumpkin muffin and haven’t tasted the muffin yet, however, the pumpkin muffin will be my first taste of pumpkin this fall season and the overwhelming feeling of peace and calm washes over me at the thought of tasting pumpkin anything.

Another main reason as to why I haven’t made the purchase of any pumpkin spice lattes is because by the time I’ve gotten to the Caribou coffee shops then the great pumpkin spice latte craze or trend is over until the following year in the same manner Subway’s turkey and cranberry fall season sandwiches make a splash as I aim to taste one sandwich at least once per season whenever possible I’m able to get my hands on a turkey and cranberry foot long, however, the craze or trend is usually over by the time I make the time to get my hands on one turkey and cranberry sandwich.

Time is more valuable than any other resource.

Therefore, I must make more time for seasonal commercial treats since as a consumer I find great delight in seasonal treats which reminds me of holidays and great fun with friends and family.

This fall season I’m making it my business to try out a pumpkin spice latte.

Last fall we missed out on vegan pumpkin eggnog and we’re determined not to make the same mistake this turkey season.

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Winter Boots

As of this July 2016 I made the amazing purchase of “Esprit” boots with a rounded toe, genuine leather and lambskin on the tongue of each boot.

The boots fit my feet with natural balance.

My new fall seasonal boots are a charm come true.

For the past 4 winters I’ve had an insanely difficult time finding warm winter boots which aren’t made from suede since suede tends to get wet and stays wet for hours afterwards which is no good for one hour of shoveling snow on cold winter mornings or evenings or nights.

Still yet I need to make a purchase of high shaft boots with a shaft of about 14½” or 15”.

Purchasing well made winter boots is difficult to find specifically warm and comfortable winter boots, which won’t get wet or look great yet more importantly the boots must be lighter than a ton of bricks.

The only pair of boots which have kept my feet warm and dry have been the style of UGG footwear by “Bearpaw's” boots.

However, I find the literal style of suede UGG’s to be extremely expensive for how short a shaft the boots tend to come in.

Seventy dollars to a one hundred dollars for any set of short booties seems like extreme retail prices gone awry when many working women are in dire need of winter boots yet most women make purchases for their children and families first before women ever purchase boots for themselves since the median annual income in America is $38,000 per household of four.

Not ever in my right mind did I ever think I would wear “Bearpaw’s” UGG style of suede short winter boot since I neither did I find UGG style of boots rugged enough nor fashionable for dresses over dress pants or dress coats.

However, I’ve changed my mind about “Bearpaw’s” UGG suede style of short winter boots ever since the “Bearpaw’s” short winter boots saved my feet from further frostbite or further frozen exposure while inside our car in the middle of cold winter.

Yes, I must write, however.

If I had not been warm inside the car then I’m not certain if the style of UGG suede short winter boot would’ve been rugged enough to withstood 50 mile per hour winds or 30 Fahrenheit weather conditions on such a cold winter night.

To me the style of winter boots no longer matters what a winter boot looks like with my Armani dress coat or dressed up clothes for winter weddings or funerals or formal dinners.

Warm is warm and “Bearpaw’s” UGG’s style of short winter boot wins the prize for warmth.

However, I’m still looking for another fashionable winter “moon boot” with a well made shaft which won’t fall down my calves like old stockings around my ankles thus I can easily slide in-and-out of any such brilliant winter boots without having to lace up all 14½” or 15” shaft since it takes time to get out the door in the winter months especially with a little doggie in tow.

Many of the winter boots I like the look of and style also do fulfill my criteria for which I’ve “window shopped” over online stores and winter boots are extremely expensive at about $130.00 to $200.00. I won’t know if such winter boots will actually fit my feet until I try them on.

The cost of winter boots isn’t an actual socio-economic challenge for us since I’m the diva of budgets and stay within our budgetary system.

The problem is finding any winter boot for which fulfills my criteria of “3M Thinsulate” water proof insulates with a well-made shaft of about 14½” to 15” height without any annoying or weird lacing or display of gnarly colors or designs which don’t match with any of my wardrobe even though slowly yet surely I’ve begun to add color back into my wardrobe yet once again since an all black wardrobe can be depressing and stark.

When it comes to shoes or boots any best is to make a trip over to an actual standing physical store and try on shoes otherwise the sizing could end up being anybody’s guess how any shoe or boot will actually feel or fit well or not.

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Thanksgiving Dinner

(Duck!)

This Thanksgiving I’d like to have our family make the purchase of one fully and completely cooked duck with its head still left-on it or not.

Yes, I’d like to give thanks for any duck for which will be served on our table and there’s no greater thanks than to acknowledge our duck was once a fully formed animal walking around and breathing and living a life of their own making for which our duck gives away life over to humans only to end up at our table therefore I’d like not to be a coward while we say grace and give thanks and look straight into the face of our food for which in turn then will become any part of us.

Ever since we viewed the film “A Christmas Story” last winter I’ve had the thought in my mind to serve duck for either Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner with our tiny little family of three.

Not in any way, shape or form are we ready for Thanksgiving dinner since we’re now recently beginning to get ready for Halloween festivities and celebrations.

“Duck a l’Orange” is out of the question since such any duck served in such any culinary manner is too sweet and oranges are terrible for the teeth.

Perhaps, we’ll keep in tradition with our Chicken Tikka Masala and Naan bread since we don’t seem to agree upon which type of cooked duck we ought to purchase and serve right here on our table over Thanksgiving celebrations and festivities.

The point is I’m running out of time to figure out what to purchase and serve for our Thanksgiving meal.

No, I neither make any time to put together any Thanksgiving meal nor much less cook any Thanksgiving meal thus I make a specific food menu list of what to purchase for our home’s Thanksgiving meal and usually our Thanksgiving meal has been far East Indian food for the past three Thanksgiving dinners.

Since we have the luxury to stay home and not lift a single finger for anybody else other than ourselves I have the specific thought in my in head to try different foreign cuisine other than Indian food.

Nonetheless, Eric’s a picky and discerning eater and I wouldn’t want to ruin Eric’s Thanksgiving meal by trying something incredibly different and new to us both.

If our Thanksgiving meal were up to Eric then we’d end up feasting on McDonald’s or Dairy Queen for Thanksgiving dinner which would be fine, however. This year for the first time in a decade I’d like the flavor of French or Chinese cuisine. Alas.

First of all, I’ve been wondering where on Earth we’d find a fully and completely cooked duck for purchase the day of Thanksgiving.

Second, would duck make for a good Thanksgiving meal?

Third, are we ready for duck?

We’ll make the time to go through cuisine books, however.

The more time and effort and investment takes to figure out this duck situation then the more I think we’ll fall back into our comfort patter of far East Indian cuisine since the local food is well made and delicious without having to lift a finger to make it or to clean up since we eat from paper plates and this is our way we like our meals as a family.

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Travel to the Family Farm

Surely, sooner than later we must trek up north and take-in the crisp fall air and colorful fallen leaves of our family’s 35-acre farm.

As of recently, Eric and I and my Mother-In-Law have agreed upon how as of now I’m granted the honor to visit our family farm (legally 1/3) and be treated as a mature adult woman and guest by not having to lift a single finger and either passively-aggressively berated to pick-up mouse droppings or do 10 loads of laundry each weekend or dust old furniture or vacuum an entire house or sweep or rake leaves or patch up the roof or clean out the entire kitchen or set up the Christmas tree or take down the Christmas tree or wash and fold skid marked underwear or cook dinner.

For the first time in a decade I’ll be allowed to be a proper guest and sit on my touché and read books and catch up with terrible northern MN local news and the latest fashion magazines rather than be treated like any house servant or some lowly paid farm hand and set the table each time when no other family member is ever expected or asked to do any work other than Eric and myself.

As of yet per our agreement and concrete plan is for me to be a guest at my In-Laws, however.

Our agreement is yet to be determined how such concrete plans will pan out since dealing with my In-Laws has been an uphill battle to maintain my individual and independent freedom as a young married woman without getting involved in any type of familial pissing contest or trite melodramas of post-menopausal women who squabble like chickens for power and control of others’ reputations and forced labor of berated and bullied and dismissed.

Supposedly, for the first time ever I’ll be treated as any other respected guest and an adult mature woman rather than a house slave or an indentured servant to my In-Laws since the only way the older generation of 100% Finn-Americans seems to show any type of respect or love is by how much one can or will clean for an older generation of Finn-Americans otherwise the older Finn-Americans seem resentful or mean or crabby or with malicious social intent towards their weekend guests unless weekend guests supposedly obey to be treated like cattle and possibly produce milk for one’s host, per se.

At a Minnesota Finn-American farm the only worth any woman of color has is by how much physical work any woman of color does otherwise any woman of color has no worth or value other than to serve hand-and-foot any woman of color’s In-Laws who are Caucasian thus Caucasian In-Laws don’t have to work as I have for 10 years as a woman of color called, “colored girl,” by my Finn-American hostess.

The generational racism doesn’t ever seem to end in America.

To have any woman of color In-Law berated to physically work and serve the none domestic working Caucasian In-Laws who aren’t ever asked to lift a finger is an outdated and hypocritical point of view when the expectations for an entire decade have been to have me clean an entire farm house which has added much pressure on our marriage and time and money since cleaning isn’t expected of any other family members to do any of the backbreaking work both Eric and I have physically done.

Personally, I don’t like to be mistreated by anybody especially not by our family or In-Laws.

However, our family and In-Laws tend to disgrace whoever such particular individuals might think is any lesser family member like any weak Omega dog in any pack of dogs by constantly making humans lesser than human or sub-human and berate and belittle or bully or verbally abuse women of color and darker pigmentation family members into free servitude without pay which falls into bad and terrible form for any host or hostess or extended family members or In-Laws without much manners and self-centered and selfish motives.

My In-Laws are mean-spirited and verbally abusive people without much manners or respect directed at me as a woman of color thus socializing with my In-Laws is made difficult to appease or please such any racially entitled set of In-Laws thus we don’t get together any longer since I refuse to accept any further verbal abuse of verbal bullying or get berated by people who know nothing about me since for close for one decade barely any of my In-Laws have the social courage or grace to hardly ever ask me any direct questions to my face about me as a mature human woman only gathered gossip through the great vine. Ha. Ha. Ha.

My In-Laws tend to want to use me as any tool or way to fulfill their deepest self-loathing thus even if when I don’t clean or serve other guests then I’m made to sit with the lesser of any of my In-Laws’ guests whom my In-Laws most likely don’t wish to entertain all by themselves thus hours will go by and I must make amends and carry on and entertain people I don’t wish to socialize with whom for anymore than 15 minutes which is acceptable when one guest isn’t bound by another’s guest(s).

No, I don’t like to be used as a social tool to be stepped on.

No, I don’t like to entertain other In-Laws’ guests’ guests’ who won’t and haven’t ever as much as asked me any direct questions to my face about me or our married lives together thus I must patiently listen for hours and be a kept audience of one during one sided conversations which often are the most violently boring and somewhat passive-aggressively violent conversations to leave one single individual to do all of the work of socialization which is the responsibility of any host or hostess.

Carrying the weakest link in cohesive English conversations due to drunken car accidents or dance practice brain damage isn’t the responsibility of one sole English as a Second Language hostess’ guests whose English as a Second Language is mainly regarded or perceived as a quasi “mental disability” even though our elderly Finn-American generation speaks fluent Finn thus I must sit amongst dry alcoholics or “literally” “brain damaged” people and entertain such other In-Law guests’ guests who I only met in my late twenties and not in my teens as such In-Law guests’ guests profess to have met me before I was married to an entire one specific clan or branch of misbehaved and disrespectful 100% Finn-American northern Minnesota In-Laws.

No, I’m not ever wild to hang out with baby boomers since baby-boomers seem to be know-it-all’s stuck on the needle of an old record.

No, I’m not wild to hang out with 90 year olds since 90 year olds are indeed “pushy” or “bossy” or demanding or berating or verbally abusive and eager to play a controlling firm “hand” only to pretend as though In-Laws’ weekend guests must serve hand and foot such disrespectful hosts or hostesses while hosts complain about their entire family and any such disgraces about anything and everything and everyone’s bit of gossip for an entire weekend.

Exhausting.

No, my In-Laws aren’t my peers and not ever am I obligated to hang out or socialize with my In-Laws especially not after I’ve served them hand and foot then my “free” time as a misused and verbally abused servant is my own time and nobody may as much as ask me to sit with them unless I want to socialize otherwise most people are mean-spirited and cruel full of self-loathe and regret while I’m care free.

No, I’m not the one who goes around abusing my power as a mature adult human woman or abusing weaker and lesser minds therefore I sleep well at night and I write the truth as to occurrences and events and behavioral patterns and habits disinclined towards racism and discrimination and persecution and loathing since such misbehavior is entitlement and spoils and malcontent towards our villages and communities of contributors and people in general.

Oh, I’m dreading going out to the family farm.

Eric and I are awesome!

We’re happily married even though our marriage is a marriage of inconvenience.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

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One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #2 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #2 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #64 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #50 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #55 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Thursday, October 6, 2016

“It’s easier to find faults in others than virtue in oneself.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Coagulate (to thicken, to clot, to form a dense mass)

A new substance has been found which helps the blood to coagulate.

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*) Day #2 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #2 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #64 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #50 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #55 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

“Fear pays no debts.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Confluence (two or more streams flowing together)

A beautiful mansion was erected at the confluence of two rivers.

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*) Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #64 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #50 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #55 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

“Lending makes enemies.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Imperious (commanding, domineering)

The imperious voice of the leader set the group of men in motion.

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Am I a Muslim Religious Bigot?

Whenever the Muslim Religion

Does indeed get shoved down my throat

Then I most certainly become a Muslim Bigot.

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Bigoted Bullies

Am I allowed to be a bigot of bigots?

Yes, most certainly I’m allowed to be a bigot of bigots.

No, I don’t believe in any physical or verbal or psychological or emotional abuse of any humans or toward any humans or animals or the environment.

Nonetheless, when any bully hides behind bully’s hypocritical religion’s watered down beliefs or hides behind their children’s inappropriate public misbehavior then one may defend one’s way of life no matter how the intellectuals would like to diminish the gap of hatred on many different cultural or religious or socio-economic fronts.

Since we live on the ground then Eric and I must keep peace with all of our neighbors; we’re peaceful pacifist people who don’t go out of our way to make other people feel bad about themselves or make rude comments or ‘hit below the belt’ since we’re not the inappropriate illiterate or hopeless.

We don’t cause conflict.

Trouble directly comes to our door.

We’re an educated 4-year college graduate modern legally married couple who does indeed show much respect to many people even though others have said stupid inappropriate words to us about personal selves or our home or our loved ones or rude people who’ve gone out of their way to diminish our way of life and our freedoms and Constitutional Rights and Liberties as well as purposely and directly tried to insult us and wished verbally abusive perpetrators could make us feel as small as they feel.

However, we’re too smart for high school gimmicks and antics.

Education is the key to equal rights.

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Uneducated Bullies

Am I allowed to be a bully of bullies?

Yes, most certainly I’m allowed to be a bully of bullies.

Yes, I can be a “justice bully” if I wish to be.

Ever since I was four years of age, I’ve stood for what’s right and just and balanced and integrity and truth and equal rights and respect.

Innately I was conceived on the right side of history.

Yes, I’ve been an idealist of respect ever since I was a small child.

Yes, my neurological wiring is set for respect.

However, don’t think I won’t put a bully in their place.

Nothing matters more than respect.

Respect trumps money and power.

Respect trumps love.

Respect trumps hate.

Respect is power.

Whenever someone isn’t respectful then they’re powerless.

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A Quick Short Story about Bullies

Ever since the age of four I’ve been considered a “biter” even though I’ve only literally bitten one boy once in my lifetime.

At the age of four we lived on a mountainside providence of Costa Rica.

My birth mother was a woman of the decades of 1960’s and 1970’s. I was born in 1977.

By 1981 I was 4-years old.

On a hot day of 1981 my birth mother left me to sit outdoors on the dirt while uncomfortably dressed for what seemed like most of an early afternoon into the evening dark hours which near the equator the sun sets at 5:00pm each single day of the year.

My birth mother was in fact sexually entertaining a man in our dirt tin hut/house.

To this day whenever my scalp gets hot I feel irritable and frustrated to feel as uncomfortable as my jet black hair did on such an extensive afternoon at the age of four.

On such an afternoon of semi-toddler trial and tribulations I do believe I did in fact burned the top of my head and ever since my scalp is sensitive to sun heat thus I wear any hat or all completely I stay out of the sun.

As the later afternoon hours approached I could no longer hold my bowel movements thus I relieved myself under my ruffled hand-sewn hemline dress.

For most of such specific afternoon I sat quietly on top of the dirt and made sketches on the dirt with my little fingers while my birth mother stayed indoors for hours and I burned under the hot Costa Rican sun.

There I sat at the front of our dirt tin hut/house/humble abode on a slight hilly mound on top of a mountain ridge in a lime green dress with ruffled furls each everyplace. I was dressed like the icing on top of some key-lime pie and quietly sat like a cupid doll.

The dress material didn’t breathe well in the same manner sheer material doesn’t breathe well either or at least not in the early 1980’s, not then, anyway.

The underlining literally stuck to my legs and thighs as I sweat for about five straight hours without any food or water.

Throughout the later afternoon hours a boy of what I would now only consider to be an 11-year old boy and his two younger companions of about 8-years of age begun to tease me about my dress.

Little did the boys know by 4:00pm I’d already pooped myself underneath my ugly dress and sat quite still as to not draw any attention to myself or get any feces anywhere else on me other than my bottom and the underneath of my dress and not on the top of my dress or hands and arms as to give away the mess I was in.

Nevertheless, as the teasing continued the older boy made a terrible decision to come closer and nearer to me while I sat on the dirt ground and on top of my own feces.

With menacing looks and desire to tease me beyond my limitations the older boy climbed the small mound and approached me directly and went to touch my face.

As his arm brushed near my eyeball I held onto his arm and bit down as hard as I could at the 11-year old boy until I drew blood and tasted blood in my mouth. I didn’t let go until I was satisfied the bite did hurt.

Not ever again was I teased by anyone in our mountainside neighborhood for the remainder of our 2 years at our tin hut home/humble abode.

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The Lesson about Bullies

The lesson about bullies is this: Bullies are usually abused by people bullies admire or love thus bullies take it upon themselves to make others feel quite as badly as bullies feel about themselves in the form of self-hatred.

However, no one or nobody has the right to touch another especially when permission hasn’t been granted or when touch isn’t consensual unless there’s need for self-defense.

Bullies are usually uneducated about self-love.

No matter how much any bully may participate in righteous religious lessons or immoral standing if a bully hates themselves or their lifestyle or believes to be lesser than bullies’ peers then any bully will find any way in which to perversely make life difficult for others especially peaceful people minding their own business in their own backyards or homesteaded properties.

Bullies feel bad about their immoral character since bullies aren’t well mentally developed and much of the time delayed and behind their peers.

Bullies often haven’t developed a moral compass thus and therefore bullies tend to take out their insecure anger upon anyone who peacefully lives by a strong set of moral codes whether one is religious or not.

Bullies are difficult to deal with since bullies often pick on someone younger or smaller than bullies’ size.

Bullies are cowards in many forms or disguise thus bullies tend to go out of their way to pick on mostly and only individuals rather than groups of people since bullies believe an individual doesn’t have the power of any group.

Most great heroes I’ve ever read about are rugged individualists who know much about a lot of skills and talents and aren’t people to be messed with since “rugged individualists” have time and science and mathematics on their side.

Bullies are people without much of any hope for the future.

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Muslim Religious Hatred

Yes, there many aspects to the Muslim religion for which I neither stand nor do I give credence to.

One of the main aspects for which the Muslim religion keeps itself in the “dark-ages” and out-of-time and step and sequence and place from modern atheist civilizations is the extremist Muslim religion does in fact contribute towards hatred and violence of non-believers in the form in which non-believers supposedly ought to be cast by the wayside and/or if not then literally murdered or killed or theologically emptied of the Earth.

Extremists Islam and the radical Muslim religion’s main goal seems to be to obliterate the world of an entirely new peaceful civilization without any other forms of religious thought or religious affiliations or creeds or heritages or genders for which must supposedly remain excluded to participate in any prosperous or modern or cultivated civilization of the present and future without really or truly understanding the extremists’ Muslim religion’s disguised hatred of non-believers and such centered idealisms are dusty and outdated and ‘out of step’ with modern culture and civilization as we know it.

No, I don’t agree with any form of religion for which such religious’ undertones is to be exclusive of anybody or anyone since the United States’ Republican party has already shown us the tremendous aspects of powerful fear and exclusion of minorities and gender differences.

Yes, I must push back against the intellectuals of our day and as a single independent private American citizen and civilian consider what’s worth the effort to set the score straight.

No, I don’t want to be inclusive of any religion for which rapes little boys and believes in the murder of non-believers.

No, I don’t want to be any “sucker” in this scenario.

After nine years of religious studies of the Muslim religion and much of what I’ve learned, studied and read I don’t like the aspects in which women are considered lesser to men throughout many different cultural practices and improper religious efforts to tear down rather than build up.

After nine years of religious studies of the Muslim religion and sixteen years of living amongst American Muslims I find religious discrimination and persecution difficult to relate to Muslims since mostly all Muslims seem to ever want to talk about is the Muslim religion.

Anyway, as isolated parents who don’t have lives other than their children’s rearing such any lonely parents can mostly do to keep themselves from tremendous loneliness or insanity is to try to talk to other adults about their children’s boogers or saliva and the upbringing of their children when most American adults don’t give a damn to have to sit through and listen to lonely and isolated parents talk about pooped diapers in the same manner most chic and modern Americans don’t like to discuss politics or religion with most people since culturally openly talking about religion or politics is considered incredibly rude by modern standards and out of place and time to discuss politics or religion or children especially at any dinner table amongst mature adult people who take refuge and rest and relaxation away from such gnarly topics of conversation.

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No Violence

No, I don’t believe in abusing bullies.

However, I do believe in giving back what one receives as well as putting anyone or anybody in ‘their’ verbally abusive place whenever bullies as much as choose to create harm or an imbalance or injustice and physical violence against anyone else who as much as goes about their quiet and peaceful way taking care of their land and property and homestead and family.

Bullies deserve what they get since Americans are indeed “rugged individualists.”

If ever possible keep quiet with a bully and have them eat their words.

However, don’t ever be afraid to be the first one to walk away.

And if walking away doesn’t work then well, we’ve all got spirit, yes, we do.

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Word Count Goal: 1,800

Word Count: 2,002

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,002

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #64 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #50 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #55 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Monday, October 3, 2016

“No man shows impatience with his creditors.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

Relegate (put back, banish, dismiss)

The poor relations were relegated to a back seat during the wedding ceremony.

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*) Day #1 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #1 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #64 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #50 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #55 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

Friday, June 3, 2016

“To jump into a conclusion is to by-pass the process of proof.”

(Leo Rosten’s Treasury of Jewish Quotations)

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Commencement Speech

2016

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Graduate Class of 2016

Thank you to all of the Graduates’ parents and family members and teachers and professors and administrators and staff for getting our graduates of the class of 2016 to this podium.

Today I’m grateful to be here with all of you.

Thank you for inviting me to be a part of such a glorious celebration.

I’m not really sure as to what wisdom to best bestow upon you since you’re the only ones who can and will walk your path in life towards growth and development and wisdom and old age and death and legacy.

There’s nothing I can say for which will stop the course of your lives from happening to you.

Yes, I’m a blank canvas since there’s much great wisdom to grant upon you.

Nonetheless on such a tremendously incredibly wonderful day of celebration I almost ought to stop here and have you be on your merry way, however.

Since we’ve taken the time to journey and arrive at this specific and particular cross road before we say our heartfelt warm goodbyes and get on with the rest of our lives then let’s begin with words of wisdom one may not possibly expect to learn in the academic field.

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Minor Health Disclaimer

My deepest apologies I expected to be in better health than I am now.

There’s much I’ve prepared to say to you all.

Nonetheless, my right hand’s now stiff and cramped from yesterday’s cortisone shot administered into my right wrist therefore I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to write tonight.

Within the next hour no matter what might happen to my right wrist or hand I’ll come back to this commencement speech by no later than next Friday, June 10, 2016.

Oh, disappointment. I know. We can all get over ourselves.

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The Pain of Loss is Real

There were many words of wisdom I’d prepared and now none of them seem to matter much.

All I can feel is the sharp pain of my right wrist throbbing against skin and bone.

Pain is as real as you and I are now.

Loss is as real as you and I are now.

There will be many times in life in which opportunities and accessibility and friendships and finances and jobs will be lost and painful to you.

These types of losses are difficult to bear.

Nonetheless, loss isn’t impossible to get over difficulties and challenges with time and more time.

Smart people get over themselves and move on.

The pain of loss is ever as real as the taste of food.

The key to overcome loss is not to be too hard on oneself and to keep the mind clear of confusion or foolishness or silliness or melodrama or others’ bad suggestions or manipulations.

The best time spent in life is to best attend to one’s good health and daily hygienic routine and the self and the mind and chores and home and work and community than to concentrate on loss, alone.

With loss sooner or later one will go through all of the stages of grief and either accepts the pain of loss or not.

There’s no greater loss than the loss of good health.

Without good health one is fragile and incredibly vulnerable to life.

Good health is most of all important hence once good health is lost then good basic health might take years or an entire lifetime to recover or regain as in any matter of high quality of lifestyle pertaining to great health.

As far as weight is concerned: best not to gain anymore than 20 pounds from the age of 18.

As far as weight is concerned: best not to gain any weight at all from the age of 18.

Nevertheless, when life throws one a health curve ball then either one’s still going to bat or not.

The secret to life is not to concentrate on how fast anyone else pitches or how hard anybody else hits the ball.

The secret to life is to focus on the ball.

Imagine the ball in slow motion then with all of the talent and smarts and intelligence and kindness and respect and skill in one’s soul being take a good swing at the baseball right in front of you then feel your own power to be humanly free from all ridicule and criticism and sarcasm and self doubt.

The best anyone human may do in life is to show-up to practice, put in their time and learn to work better and be the very best one is able to be and knows how to be kind and smart and intelligent and respectful towards all others.

Respect is the key to any good and great prosperous life.

Good life isn’t about competition. No.

Others must first be great and mighty and wise and respectful and talented and skillful opponents for one to as much as care to respectfully compete against specific opponents.

Good, great and proper competition takes vast amounts of intelligence and energy and skill and talent therefore one mustn’t go around competing against others for the sake of competition thus one’s foolish enough to give up one’s life energy and life source over to an empty and shallow lost cause.

Competition is about the consideration of others’ smarts and intelligence and kindness and to learn from others to become a keen observer and more importantly to develop into a better overall person each step along the way.

Competition has nothing to do with being ruthless unless we’re confusing competition with bloodshed wars.

A matter of great life and living is about common basic fundamental respect towards others especially when others are extremely different in race, creed or religion or gender identification.

Good life is about looking inward and drawing-out the best of the respectful self.

Good life is about the ability to ‘crack a smile’ when all odds are piled sky-high and mostly all seems lost except for the good and great ability to intelligently laugh in the face of disaster or cancer or hemorrhaging or pain or noncancerous tumors and to heal one’s own body back into good working order and great standing health.

A good and continuous great relationship to health is vitally important for peace of mind.

Life has nothing to do with other people’s business and what other people are into or not or whether other people are more or less monetarily successful or not since we’re all food for worms.

Life has mostly to do with the self and the harsh truth to reality as to whether the self likes the self.

Life is about self-love without Narcissistic tendencies to forget about the effort to win for others rather than one individual self thus all who gather may peacefully break bread together united as one Nation under the stars.

Play and have respectful fun.

Please, don’t take one’s ego, too, seriously, however.

Do take one’s health most importantly into consideration since life is any short lived existence then we’re gone.

No, I’m not being “dark” or “melodramatic” or “dark humored” or “vain” or “corrupt.”

Simply I’m stating the facts to the other side of the hopeful coin.

With good health comes great and joyous life.

Without good health comes…

If one is as lucky as to be bestowed upon by great health then have respectful fun and be mindful of other people who don’t have life as good as the people who do have a good life and great health.

To inappropriately publically “scream” or “yell” or “shriek” or “shrill” or “preach” or “sing” upsets the literal internal vibrations of the inner organs and tumors to excruciating levels of pain thus have as much mature fun as possible without being animals or drunken brutes thus be mindful of one’s hearing since once one’s good hearing is lost it’s gone forever.

For people who live with cancerous or noncancerous tumors attached to organs then such taxpayers know what “screams” and “yells” and “shrieks” and “shrills” and “preaching” and “singing” do to the literal internal vibration of our bodies which is to ‘rattle’ the cancerous or noncancerous tumors thus creating more steadfast intensified pain than if or when the tumors sit still and rest in peace inside of our bodies or attached to our organs.

Tumors attach to the inner walls of cavities or organs are quite easily ‘joust’ tumors or vibrated tumors thus good life doesn’t mean public screams or yells or shrieks or shrills or misbehavior or doing or saying anything one desires.

Good life is about mindfulness and maturity and respect.

May the gods be with us all throughout this beautiful life.

May the gods grant us joy, peace and grace.

May the gods be with us now.

May the gods deliver us from the pain of loss of good health.

Now, let’s play ball!

~~~

Communication is Power

Making sure one is an upright and respectful modern American mature Citizen and Civilian adult means self-sufficiency and taking care of one’s business.

Taking care of one’s business means the way in which one verbally or non-verbally communicates with others is how much or how little one has any power to will wisdom and respect.

Success has nothing to do with monetary means or value.

“You can’t take it with you.”

Success has to do with how much natural wisdom one gathers along the road to life’s journey to dispense respect without boasting or showing off or bragging otherwise immaturity is the opposite of respect and wisdom to boast or show off or brag.

Boasting is insecurity.

Showing off is lack of confidence.

Bragging is further deeper insecurity.

No one may criticize or judge the lifestyle of others.

However, don’t push one’s life choices upon others either.

People are their own vessels.

People are their own temples.

People are their own instruments.

People work in their own way and in their own right to choose what’s best for them.

No one has any answers about the lifestyle of others.

No one much less knows anything about life except for we know we don’t know anything about anything.

In life it’s not acceptable to be a know-it-all.

In life it’s not acceptable to pretend to be better than others.

In life it’s not acceptable to brag about oneself.

In life it’s best to ask smart and intelligent and direct and kind and respectful questions or sit quietly and look around and enjoy the ambiance.

In life it’s not acceptable to make large amounts of money while crushing or destroying the Earth, the plants, the trees, the flowers and the animal kingdom and the oceans and other nations.

In life it’s best to follow through on one’s own word.

In life when one says they’ll be at a certain place at a certain time then be there or be square.

Be there showered and fully appropriately dressed for the occasion with brushed teeth and combed hair 15 minutes early or on time.

If one says they’ll do XY and Z then do it unless one has good medical excuse from their doctor.

Get people’s names correctly spelled or annunciated.

Respectfully ask as many times as it takes to get one’s correct name. There’s no shame in being thorough or meticulous.

As any host don’t keep guests waiting.

As any host don’t ever for any reason get involved in the difficult or complicated social situations of other guests unless such misbehaved guests directly ask the host to fairly mediate for them at another time.

Allow for others to work out their own business between each other.

“Come one! Come all!”

Either invite all of one’s peer group or social group or friends or family members or don’t hold any type of reunion or party or any wedding or any funeral unless together others get the chance to partake as witnesses in their own right with an open invitation and a welcome smile no matter what’s partaken place in the past.

The past is the past.

Let it go.

Let go of the past.

Forgive and don’t forget yet move on with life.

To have family members be uninvited to weddings or funerals and not to allow for certain family members to celebrate or grieve in their own manner is the highest social form of retardation and inexcusable misbehavior to do intentional harm towards others through malice intent and exclusion.

People know truth.

Truth seeks light.

Truth seeks laughter.

Truth wins over any manipulation to stir up any social group in any one particular direction towards the benefit of an individual and not the total sum of the group’s benefit.

Yes, do invite the weird uncle or the quiet niece or the loud aunt or the drunken siblings or the manipulative parent and sit back and allow for life to unfold otherwise stay home and relax and don’t worry about any of it.

Life has a way of managing itself even when the most of difficult situations and relationships sneak up and bite one in the rear end.

As any respectful guest don’t pass up having dinner with an enemy simply because one doesn’t like one’s enemy’s thoughts or ideas unless an enemy is any real blatant racist then well, what a loss for any of one’s enemy.

Enemies will be inevitable: one will make enemies thus authentically smile at them and wish them a good and wonderful day and drink to their good and great health.

Wish absolutely no harm to one’s enemy.

One doesn’t ever know when an enemy will come to one’s rescue or aid.

Enemies are friends with crushes who don’t know how to show love, only frustration.

If one doesn’t desire to socialize then kindly and respectfully decline any invitation.

One isn’t obliged or obligated to have to take care of any other adults’ and their social behaviors or misbehaviors.

One isn’t obliged or obligated to visit with anyone much less sit with anyone who one might not want to have to make time for, or doesn’t have any social taste for, or the will to sit through others’ repetitious historical chatter, or old family stories only a few know well, or work histories, or school histories, or stories about strangers nobody else knew except the aged host or hostess.

Have protected sexual encounters with people one likes or loves.

One is the total sum of one’s sexual encounters.

The people one has sexual relations with are the very people who will become a part of our genetic structure or make-up thus get smart and intelligent and kind and self-loving about sex.

To get to know any stranger takes one full year to really or truly get to know anyone.

Take the time to make platonic friends in one’s peer age group and not outside of it.

Conversation can be done with anyone, however.

Friendships are developed from the soul and generational experience.

Whenever one’s 90 year old verbally abusive friends pass away then one’s all alone thus and therefore do make friends with people no more than about 3 to 5 years within one’s age bracket.

If at all possible don’t marry or hold any romantic relationship to anyone who snores otherwise one shan’t ever sleep well again.

Old people don’t know anything.

Young people don’t know anything.

Middle-Aged people know facts.

A “mid-age crisis” is a myth as an excuse towards misbehavior.

“sleep-apnea” is also a myth.

If one holds any desire for a best-friend then get a dog which one will be respectful and loving towards their family canine companion and surrogate canine children.

If ever don’t feel shame or guilt when relationships don’t work out.

Have one drink per night.

Be good to yourselves.

You shan’t be alone.

We’ll be right here alongside you.

We love you.

Take good care of yourselves.

We wish the very best for you.

With All My Love;

Gabriela

Yours Truly;

Gabriel

Officially on vacation as of right now!

Word Count Goal: 2,341 Commencement Speech 2016

Word Count: 2,685

This Week’s Total Word Count Goal: 5,000

This Week’s Total Word Count: 2,685

One Year Health Goal for each of the following Items:

*) Day #126 of no talking during any shared programming while watching enjoyable DVR commercial-free entertainment.

*) Day #4 without disciplining neighborhood children.

*) Day #2 without verbal swear words. I like it.

*) Day #261 without a cigarette. It’s alright. I like it.

*) Day #33 without debate about domestic “distribution of labor.”

*) Week #5 without marital stress about equal domestic labor.

*) Blood Pressure: 103/69 mmHg / Pulse: 61 (05/25/16)

*) CHOLESTEROL, Total

294 (10/20/2014), 245 (06/02/15), 276 (01/22/16)

HDL Cholesterol

49 (10/20/2014), 50 (06/02/15), 52 (01/22/16)

Triglycerides

296 H (10/20/2014), 241 H (06/02/15), 253 H (01/22/16)

LDL-Cholesterol

186 H (10/20/2014), 147 H (06/02/15), 173 H (01/22/16)

CHOL/HDLC RATIO

6.0 H (10/20/2014), 4.9 (06/02/15), 5.3 H (01/22/16)

NON HDL CHLOESTEROL

245 H (10/20/2014), 195 H (06/02/15), 224 H (01/22/16)

IRON, Total

79 mcg/dl (10/20/2014), 52 mcg/dl (06/02/15), 137 mcg/dl

(01/22/16)

CORTISOL, Total

19.2 (10/20/2014), N/A (06/02/15), 11.9 (01/22/16)

*) Week #46 of higher dosage of birth control pill: “Zovia 1/50E (28) 1-50 MG-MCG”

*) Week #32 of one sleeping pill per night by mouth: “Zolpidem Tartrate 10 MG”

*) Week #37 (09/03/15) on antidepressants one per day by mouth: “Escitalopram Oxalate 20 MG” (03/01/16 change of dosage.)

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