This week our work site became the basecamp for a new TV series that’s filming around here. I always say… “only in the movies.” I guess it fits. There’s something intriguging about how bizzare it really is “behind the scenes” ha? I haven’t seen Kitsch working out at Mandrill’s. Then again, he doesn’t need to buff up for that role ha?
Archive for the ‘Santa Fe’ category
I benched alongside this strongman last weekend… 405 like butter. Tol’ ‘im I loved his shirt. Then his wife, who looks like a competetor spotted me on 185.
aimlessly × the road she roams × her heart × a guide she trusts
faces lost × they come and go × those things familiar × cloaked by fog
within the haze × beacons of hope × lights bright × yet hidden still
relentlessly × the road × she roams × her mind a puzzle × she can’t trust
faces × cold × they stay then leave × those things unkonwn × disguised by fog
within the smoke × the mirrors break × lights beam yet shed no light
hopelessly × the road × she roams × her heart × a guide she needs
by Felicia Lujan
We had a good Thanksgiving dinner. I had the guys make farolitos and we made a fire, so it was cozy. I love candles and had 50+ strewn about the living room. They highlighted my mythology table, dragonology table and wizard corner. I made some cute center pieces that were easy to make. We all contributed food, but I made an orange and honey glazed ham, bacon corn, honey glazed carrots, sweet potatoes with candied pecans, Jim Beam honey bourbon apple cider with cinnamon sticks, a smoked oyster and cheese platter, and toasted pistachio pudding. I think the pudding was a big hit. I had Mike torch it so the marshmellows, sliced almonds and turbinado sugar got toasted up. That was good!
“Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.”
Tonight we took my son and his friend to eat at Taco Bell, before hitting Whole Foods. While the two boys ate, a young lady who worked at Taco Bell sat near us in the corner. She was sitting quietly eating a burrito on her break.
Once the boys were done eating, we all got up to head out. When I turned around toward the door, I noticed another young woman behind me. She had come in from the rainy, dark night while my back was to her.
As I passed by, I looked at her life strewn across two tables. She had laid out a brush, lotion, a book, and several other things. What got me, was the packet of Ramen noodles because I was sure she had no home to go to. I thought… “does she even have a pot to cook those in?”
She was wet and looked tired from carrying a huge, old backpack. I’d say she was 100 pounds. She didn’t even notice me because she was stuffing herself with what I assumed was Halloween candy. Walking out to the car, I asked my son “did she even eat?” I didn’t know since my back was to her. He said “no… she didn’t.”
I turned right around and walked back in. When I approached her she looked worried… like I was going to tell her to leave. I asked her if she wanted food and she got a huge smile and said “yes! Please! Can I get a chalupa?” I laughed and said “of course, get whatever you want girl.” She got “a meal” too.
While the young girl who worked at Taco Bell rang it up, the other girl asked me what my name was. I told her and asked her hers. She thanked me and shook my hand with a smile. I told her “be careful out there girl. It is dangerous and it’s getting cold.”
I feel good about doing nice things for people, especially those in need. What made me feel even better is what happened after that. When the young girl working at Taco Bell gave me my card back, she said “can you give me a moment?” I said “sure,” but was thinking… “I thought she gave me my receipt?”
She disappeared then came back with a bag. I said “what’s this? I didn’t order anything else?” She had given me a free bag with dessert and told me “that was really sweet of you. This is for you.” I thought that was cute. I guess you never know who’s heart you’re touching with a good deed.