Wednesday, December 08, 2004
It was in August 22, 1984, on a nice and warm tuesday, perhaps even sunny. Just one more task in the doctors daily routine. 'Scisors', 'gause', 'stiches' he pronounced certain of his duty, when unexpectedly came the expected: a baby girl... me!
My poor mom, in tears, Ha! little did she know that many more tears were still to be shead. And me? Well, i was crying, and crying, and crying... or so they say. But i whole heartedly believe "they" were right... years after that we were dining at an italian restaurant, and as loud as italians can be i was louder! Crying, and crying, and crying... my mom was asked to leave the restaurant, with me.
Interestingly enough i seemed to have given my mom a few hard and embarrassing times over the years, but that's because she took it that way i was just having fun, or better yet, exploring my surroundings, testing my slash her limits!
A carreer was definately something i wanted to pursue, but at such a young age i wasn't sure of what to be...
My first attempt was to become a tourist guide. At the age of five i decided to take every kid in the block on a tour to see the big dog at the end of the street. What an adventure that was, and the consequences, oosh it was the first time i was actually spanked.
With that in mind and a sore behind i decided that maybe a hair stylist would be a better path to follow. In that carreer you have to be creative, sore on the wings of imagination and let your hands do the work... my front door neighbor had to shave his head zero after i deliberately performed my artistics acts on his hair! Apparently his parents weren't very happy with the end results. Go figure.
Now, as one who is very emotionally attached to my "creations" i decided to make my art my music. Years after that with a unique guitar completely covered with pictures of friends i wanted to rock & roll! ...That didn't go very far, i figured my incapability to play the guitar kept me from achieving that certain "success", and down the hill 'rolled' that desire.
It wasn't before too long however, that through the door came a nice brand knew pocket size Franklin Covey planner. There i wrote my daily tasks, my weekly objectives, and my long term goals. Now was the time to grow-up...
I wrote all of my plans... how my day was going to be, how my week was going to be, how my month was going to be, how my semester was going to be, and all the years ahead of that. All planned, all set, i was ready to go. No picky parents concerned with their kids looks to shatter my attempts to succeed, no hurting toush to stop me.
But then life got too boring with all that planning and stuff! And in an attempt to spice things up mom and i decided to move to Salt Lake City, Utah. And it wasn't before long and we had booked our flights, and sold our house, we held huge garage sales and got rid of literally 90% of our belongings, paid off our bills and said good-bye brazil!
And that was when i noticed, It was then, it was then that dreams became desires, and off to Salt Lake City we went, with two suitcases and a teddy bear.
My poor mom, in tears, Ha! little did she know that many more tears were still to be shead. And me? Well, i was crying, and crying, and crying... or so they say. But i whole heartedly believe "they" were right... years after that we were dining at an italian restaurant, and as loud as italians can be i was louder! Crying, and crying, and crying... my mom was asked to leave the restaurant, with me.
Interestingly enough i seemed to have given my mom a few hard and embarrassing times over the years, but that's because she took it that way i was just having fun, or better yet, exploring my surroundings, testing my slash her limits!
A carreer was definately something i wanted to pursue, but at such a young age i wasn't sure of what to be...
My first attempt was to become a tourist guide. At the age of five i decided to take every kid in the block on a tour to see the big dog at the end of the street. What an adventure that was, and the consequences, oosh it was the first time i was actually spanked.
With that in mind and a sore behind i decided that maybe a hair stylist would be a better path to follow. In that carreer you have to be creative, sore on the wings of imagination and let your hands do the work... my front door neighbor had to shave his head zero after i deliberately performed my artistics acts on his hair! Apparently his parents weren't very happy with the end results. Go figure.
Now, as one who is very emotionally attached to my "creations" i decided to make my art my music. Years after that with a unique guitar completely covered with pictures of friends i wanted to rock & roll! ...That didn't go very far, i figured my incapability to play the guitar kept me from achieving that certain "success", and down the hill 'rolled' that desire.
It wasn't before too long however, that through the door came a nice brand knew pocket size Franklin Covey planner. There i wrote my daily tasks, my weekly objectives, and my long term goals. Now was the time to grow-up...
I wrote all of my plans... how my day was going to be, how my week was going to be, how my month was going to be, how my semester was going to be, and all the years ahead of that. All planned, all set, i was ready to go. No picky parents concerned with their kids looks to shatter my attempts to succeed, no hurting toush to stop me.
But then life got too boring with all that planning and stuff! And in an attempt to spice things up mom and i decided to move to Salt Lake City, Utah. And it wasn't before long and we had booked our flights, and sold our house, we held huge garage sales and got rid of literally 90% of our belongings, paid off our bills and said good-bye brazil!
And that was when i noticed, It was then, it was then that dreams became desires, and off to Salt Lake City we went, with two suitcases and a teddy bear.
