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A dogs will


Dogs will

This got me thinking about the dog, even though it’s been a year since he had passed away in October. But, When I read this – it shed the tears as if he were talking to me from the “Rainbow Bridge.”

You wonder where they go and how they are adapting to life and spirits to what folks call the Rainbow Bridge and what family members and pets he can remember to keep him company and all? I’m sure he’s found the friends in the pets that have passed on from my folks side before him.

What more can I say? It’s just a temporary thing here on Earth, there’s always time for us at the Rainbow Bridge.

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Last Day of 2013!


OLD-TYPEWRITER_thumb.png When it comes to being the last day of the year, you wonder where it has gone, 365 days earlier? In just a few tad hours, 2013 will be no more – than, it’s hello, 2014.

Interesting enough, I wonder what 2014 will bring for the next 366 days from now? With dreams and records and accomplishments from 2013 never achieved can be tried and trued once again in 2014, rather it’s hitting the jackpot or winning the lottery, an accomplishment is to be made of some sorts along the way.

With New Year’s resolutions in the works, I’m often asked, “what do you plan on making the new year as an accomplishment or a milestone?” As I blog and think, I’m often left with no recourse, but to consider the longest list I’ve drummed up over the years in the history of resolutions. As my answer is given tirelessly and nicely, it is said, “I’m going to follow the same path that I’ve been following for more than thirty years or until I hit the lottery or the literary jackpot of a lifetime.”

It’s that simple – just to write, blog, publish and speak a voice that others can enjoy and connect with as an establishment of literally favorites is all that is planned for 2014, plus a few other major projects that may be in the words as well? 

In closing – I hope everyone has a great new year and safe holiday weekend!

Later in January, I’m hoping (dunno yet?) if I’ll be able to cover my first major blog reporting event life from a traveling Wizard Comic Con Convention that is to make an appearance in Portland, Oregon, in late January – hoping to make this a feature story or into something nicely written and produced on video or the likes, may end up being put up on my YouTube Channel or something? But with the possibilities – anything is possible. Perhaps, I may just put myself into the void, “where boldly no man has ever gone before,” as Captain James T. Kirk would say in his starfleet logs.

Wishing everyone a Happy and Safe holiday weekend and prosperous New Year in 2014 – We’ll see you next year! 

Timing at 4 A.M.


freelanceblogwriter I’m not so sure if this is the right thing to write about? I’m not even sure, I even know what the hell I’m writing or blogging about at four o’clock in the morning, when the chill factor is starting to play the Donald Rumsfield game of “cat and mouse,” as it clear was as a present danger, it was just a matter of hours ago, the stars shining as brightly as they could from the dense darkness of space.

When I was young as a kid, life was full of dreams – big dreams. But, now as an adult, those dreams that I once had as a kid never sprung out the welcome mat – some how they’re still hiding away in the closet I sit at the dinning room table for the first time in five years on a crisp fall October morning, blogging in a place and space I never pen to the ghouls of blog writing – “the dining room table.”

Mysteries are abound as it sits almost spotless from years of mementos left behind by my late Grandmother nearly three years earlier.

It feels a little strange, as it can be sitting in one’s own living room at the dining room table hacking away at the keyboard of my laptop and writing a blog in the mist of a crisp fall morning as the top of the hour reach the high noon and the landscapers work their slavery to the buck an hour to keep the elegance of a fine looking castle fit for a King – “Fiesta” has it is said from the memories of my family’s Mexican heritage, the writing, the beats of the trumpets and the creative word of being a writer and blogger becomes the habit of keep one’s mind fresh with content that is worth penning at 4 a.m. in one’s flannel flaks of flannel jammies and crisp breeze of fall air drifting through the openness of one’s doors to his castle.

Perhaps, this is just the beginning of another chapter? We shall see what the next two weeks give in the mist of one’s flamboyant tyrant of doodle the throttle of the General Lee – if it were Hazzard County, Boss Hogg would be in a fit to see the General Lee peeling tons of rubber to its newly painted and stripped streets among the neighborhoods of the western flanks of the Pacific Northwest.

Only a Duke knows how to man his castle to the rights of perfection.

Does serious life begin in the middle ages?


The Story:

If you were in my shoes? – would you think, life in your middle ages was the beginning of something special or was it just a coincidence, as if, it were a fairy tale to begin with?

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