How does she do it....

Ive been asked this question so many times in the past and recently was asked by a classmate to write about it. How do i do it?

Well, its a long story. I wont sit here and tell you that my life is all amazing there is nothing negative in it. I do have problems, i worry and i worry a lot sometimes but who doesn't right? So with that being said i think my life is pretty simple. I manage well with what i have and i wouldn't have it any other way.

I am a mom, a wife, a student, a friend and more. I work more than your average human being. I'm in school for about 20 hours a week and at practicum for another 20, then i come home and work at being a mom and wife and sometimes in between i find the time to cook when i need to because my hubby is the primary chef at home LOL! I clean too! I also try and make time for friends and being family oriented. At times i cant deny it I'm overwhelmed, ask my husband who i am when midterms and papers are due. When my life is consumed with writing reports and studying, when my daughter comes home with tons of homework and i have 10,000 things to do on my list. I become the INCREDIBLE HULK! LOL! Green and all! HAHA!

I manage well and i guess that's why i can be a good psychologist. I have a lot of patience tons of it. Yes of course i lose it sometimes and go days without being able to find it but overall its not hard to juggle everything. I'm a multitasker. I wouldn't function if my life with plain and boring. I'm used to the rush and the adrenaline that comes with everything i have going on. I couldn't picture my life any different.

My secret is in all honesty, i Incorporated school into my life not my life into school. Don't get me wrong my education is by far a very important thing in my life, i work hard to pass my classes and to be good at what i am destined to do, but I'm a mother and wife first. My little family is constantly my #1 priority no matter how hard it gets.

My husband is my shoulder to lean on when things get rough, even though he totally leans on me more LOL i know he is there and just with his presence i feel safe knowing i have a friend and a loyal one at that in him. My kids are simply amazing, no matter how hard my day is, no matter how bad it went and how frustrated and annoyed i may be, a simple look at them makes it all better. Its like they are my therapy my reason for sanity and living.

So when i feel like the world is crumbling down on top of me i am optimistic i know it'll be better and tomorrow is another day. So all in all i do it the only way i know how. Take it one day at a time and know that when god shuts a door he open a window, he squeezes but doesn't choke, so at the end of the day when its all said and done i know i will prevail.

Its easy folks like i always say, your life is in your hands and what you do with it is only in your power. You become what you strive for. We are hard wired to overcome obstacles and to be able to fight for what we deserve. Everyone has it in them no matter what your background is. If you plant seeds and water them properly they will grow and if you continue to nourish that plant it will flourish and the fruit of your  labor will be shown.

XOXO,

Daema 

Pet Peeves!

Late night post! I am totally in the mood to write and since i finish the homework i wanted to start i might as well dive into this now.

So, the other day on my long drive to JMH i was sitting in traffic very close to my house so i knew it would be a long way before i made it. My mind started to think about things and as i am thinking about what bills are due and what cute shirt i can buy at TJMAXX i look to my side and see this older man, late 40's maybe early 50's super into picking his nose. To me i think that's seriously the worse thing you can do in the car. I'm no angel but i sure don't pick my nose in the middle of rush hour traffic when hundreds of people are possibly staring at you. As i am thinking how gross he is and how i would kill my husband if he sat there and did that, the man probably dug into his brain.

HE WOULDN'T STOP!! I felt like lowering my window and seriously telling him something, i didn't know what i would say but something along the lines of HELLO CAN YOU STOP! LOL! i don't know but Jesus Christ i was annoyed already! As we kept moving little by little and i would look back every once and a while the man was still at it...i think 15 mins had past and that guy was seriously going at it. He must have been harvesting some old and big boogers in there! I mean come one 15 MINS?? really is it necessary? I questioned if he had any damn paper in his car? Couldn't he just blow his nose and do it in a more appropriate fashion?! No of course not. That morning god put him in my way to simply drive me insane!

As all of this is happening I'm thinking, I'm going to offer him tinted windows i must make him aware of how disgusting he is and prevent anyone else from suffering this misery i am going through right now LOL! I know what you all must be thinking, why did you keep looking? why not switch lanes and move on? By now i was intrigued to see how long he would keep it at. LOL! The man would even lower his mirror and look inside his nose, and i found myself thinking, hes probably saying "Come out, come out where ever you are!" LOL! I couldn't help it, i was getting a kick out of this. Seriously! I eventually drove off onto the 836 and didn't see him anymore. But i must have been next to him for a good 30 mins. Possibly even more!

This is just one of my biggest pet peeves! I can think of a million things that i can't stand, just like so many of you posted on my FB status. Chewing like a cow, slow computers, etc...

LESSON LEARNED HERE: DON'T PICK YOUR NOSE IN THE CAR UNLESS YOU HAVE VERY, VERY, VERY, DARK TINTS! THE WORLD DOESN'T NEED TO SEE THIS STUFF! THANK YOU!

XOXO,

Daema

I miss you!

Gosh soon it'll be 10 years...10 YEARS!!!! How has my life continued without you in it? its funny when people say "life goes on", its true. Through all the pain, adjustment and sacrifice we experience, our mind just gets in gear and robotically we live. Then it hits you, its been so long since I've heard your voice, seen your face, thought about our memories!

My friend Carlos was such an amazing person. With a smile he would light up my day and shower it with hugs and kisses. He was the absolute friend, one of a kind. I remember everything we did together. I remember shopping on the phone with you and describing my clothes and you would tell me what to buy and what not to buy. I remember all the notes we used to write to each other and how you would tell me things you wouldn't trust the guys to know.

My friend, my angel, you live in my memory forever. Not a day goes by that i don't think about you and what life would be like if you were still here. How i could count on you for everything. You wouldn't judge me, i could tell you anything without fear of having you make fun of me and i know you felt the same way. I remember the last day i was able to see you and be with you. That Friday was so gloomy, the weather was horrible in school and i wasn't able to walk the same way that i usually did to see you and give you my daily letter. So you came to see me in algebra. You were so sweet. You came in and asked the teacher to let me out since i had already used up all my bathroom breaks LOL! And she let me go. Till this day i thank her for that. Those moments with you were incredible, i remember you hugged me and told me you loved me and i was the most special girl in the world. I praise that moment now more than ever because it was the last time you said it to me.

The next day you died. that Saturday night i was suppose to be with you and all the others. We should have been at the movies in dolphin mall. Fate works in mysterious ways and i will never truly understand why things didnt go as planned, why you didnt go home to sleep like you said you were going to do, why that motorcycle crashed that night, why you couldn't just get up and say you were OK. I remember getting a phone call at 5am from Miguel. And of course i thought it was a cruel joke. Since you guys were always playing with me. When he started crying i realized it was real. When i hung up the phone i was confused i started calling your cell but it was off. i couldn't believe it i ran to my moms room and was barely able to tell her what happened. I didn't eat real meals for days. The pain of losing you was horrible. We weren't friends for a long time but it sure felt like we were. In the little tim Seeing you dead was by far the worst test god has put me through till this day. How was closest friend lying dead in a casket at the age of 15? Why did my heart have to hurt this way? You were so cold and you just didnt look like you. We got to know each other we became so close. Why did god take you from me?

There were so many things i couldn't share with you. That year you weren't at my 15's. You would have been the life of the party...i wish i could upload the video of that day so you could see that you were mentioned and we prayed for you. We all had a good time but deep down all of us knew you weren't there. We weren't able to grow together. To experience life, our goals and dreams. 

I wonder how close we would be now? how you loved children, i always think about how you would be with mine...how excited you would have been for me. 

I want you to know wherever you are right now, that i carry a piece of you in my heart forever and wherever i go. I'm certifying in grief counseling this year in November to be exact. Help me pass the exam. I want to help everyone who has been through the loss of a loved one or friend. I saw what your mom went through. In anyway i can i want to live knowing I'm doing something in your name! 

I love you!

Daema 

  R.I.P. Carlos R. Martinez a.k.a "Ghettoman"

 8/1/1986/12/9/2001