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A couple of friends who constantly ask me for recipes complained they’re missing my foodporn. Honestly, I hadn’t realized MIA for a week from social media would cause chaos & so much worry. I am fine; never healthier, actually. Every now and then, I believe wholeheartedly, one must unplug and enjoy the peace. For the past week, after my month long spicy Indian food jag, I’ve been craving and devouring strawberries. Husband knows how much I love good balsamic vinegar, feta, and SPINACH. What else can one do but roll them all in one wrap… Prep time: 10 mins for the first roll, then 5 mins in no time. say what?!

I am blessed enough to have organic farms down the road or farmer’s market practically every day of the week with fresh picked fruits & veggies. After thoroughly washing, strawberries are quartered and macerated in good quality balsamic vinegar. The spinach are roughly chopped. I prefer the taco size lo-carb non-wheat wrap (hint, hint, Chipotle.) Line them up with faux-Feta cheese in the middle; then, roll carefully. mMm-hmMmm You know what I’m tawkin’ about, Willis!!! It’s missing the walnuts because I don’t have the control or patience of a  food blogger. Plus, I started drooling as soon as that delightful scent hit my nose. No… as soon as I saw the bucket of red gems.

Obviously, this is the vegan version. However, you can add a grilled chicken breast or boiled eggs. Heck, this would be a good breakfast wrap with egg whites. Some roasted red peppers would be divine, too. Live a little; play with your food. The versatility of a wrap is what makes me enjoy it even more. I used to roll cucumber, olives, feta, red peppers, and garlic hummus. Now close your eyes and meditate on that goodness (nomMmmmmmmm). Sorry it’s a short post without nutritional breakdown’ however, it’s a good snack or dinner option. Don’t forget to wash your hands & eat responsibly =d


Originally uploaded by aJ GAZMEN ツ GucciBeaR


Respect yourself enough to walk away from anyone or anything that no longer satisfies your spirit, enriches your growth, & wakes you happy.

revised from a more selfish quote, my take on it.

We’ve decided to add a “words from our married family & friends” section on our scrapbook/keepsake. Because it’s still a work in progress, I haven’t sent out emails or snail mails asking for advice for us newlyweds. It’s a contribution of suggestions, stories, or sweet memories from first years of marriage that would be helpful to us. Preferably, a wedding pic or current “couple shot” is enclosed. Any 8.5 x 11″ sheet should suffice. Hopefully, as people write to us, they remember and relive happy times o^~^o
Here’s a note a good friend told me to share with E. She says it’s the same questions they ask at pre-marital counseling, but answered by children. LOL

Who do you decide to marry? No person really decides before they grow up who they’re going to marry. God decides it all way before,and you get to find out later who you’re stuck with. >Kirsten, age 10

How can a stranger tell if two people are married? You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids. >Derrick, age 8

What does your mom & dad have in common? Both don’t want any more kids. >Lori, age 8

Is it better to be single or married? It’s better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them. >Anita, age 9 (bless you child)

How would you make a marriage work? Tell your wife that she looks mighty pretty, even if she looks like a truck. >Ricky, age 10

The other night, when work was keeping me a busy bee, I came to the conclusion my client went beyond triste incurabilis. There are times, I’ve learned to accept, that my prayers are what I can only offer and no medicine in the world could cure what ails them. A broken heart, one missing vital parts that once made it skip beats, can be the most challenging complaint I am familiar with, but would not know how to fix on others.
My older client’s spouse passed away and was seeking help to mend and remove the pain. When the treatment of talking it out was offered and I was about to discharge, the tears were tripled in extent because someone had stolen the smartphone that contained the last pictures and happy moments they as a couple shared.
When people took from me, I would forgive and say they needed it more. I am a loving person. However, at that moment, I have no love for that thief.

According to the 434-line Modernist poem by T. S. Eliot,

“April is the cruellest month” (its first line).
“I will show you fear in a handful of dust” (last line).

When asked why I keep pushing even when odds are beating me down,
why make check off lists & chronological goals,
why stress yourself up like this?

I remembered…
The moment you back down once,
you’ll back down twice to hide the first.

Before you know it,
you’ll stand confused among the zigzagged footprints you’ve left behind,
forgetting the direction you intended to take in the first place.

I was brought up not to settle for where and what I am today.
My parents always told me to be a level higher than them in everything.
In Fox’s Fringe, Peter’s mother tells him in Greek,
“”Na einai kalitero(s) anthropo(s) apo ton Patera tou.”
She wishes him, her child “to be a better person than his father.”

In one of my most memorable movie scenes from Gattaca,
Ethan Hawke’s character was considered a runt yet he defeated his far superior brother.
He says, “You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it, Anton:
I never saved anything for the swim back.

Don’t look at the roadblocks to your success with a sigh and a slouch.
With your face forward and proper posture,
believe that your God is bigger than that mountain and overcome it.

If you remove other options, then there is only one choice:
be the ★BEST★ version of yourself the very next day.
That is one of my life forces.

Were all born with greatness 🙂
Don’t y’all forget that.


Although I’m a die-hard romantic, I’ve no interest in the movie Brokeback Mountain; however, I’ve seen enough parodies of the infamous line between the lovelorn ranchers, “I wish I could quit you.” Like most women, I grew up fantasizing for my own love at first sight with a Cary Grant moment. Falling helpless under the control of someone, be it love or hormonal-pseudo-addiction as I call it, can carry consequences in the real world. Why do men and women wallow for lost loves? Or cling to those that have fallen out of love? Haven’t we heard that the more the man pulls away, the more the woman runs after him o.0
An older woman once explained: the best way to get over a man is to get under one ;P There’s some truth in that, but it’s not safe or long lasting. Mating without intimately bonding isn’t always bueno. We often overlook and talk ourselves into wanting what we have instead of waiting for what we deserve.
For vegan flirts like myself, there’s a kick-start challenge where you go beyond toying with the idea and actually restraining from carnivorous appetites for 21 days at a time. By depriving the dependence to said substance and developing better habits, slowly the search for a daily fix should disappear. After talking to one cowboy and several gorgeous girl friends confoozled by love games, I wondered, why not practice the same cleanse for relationships?

One No Ex Sex
Our amazing bodies betray our human minds easily. The orgasm hormone, oxytocin, causes feelings of attachment. When you look deeply into each others eyes, a cocktail of chemicals can make you cling to your lover and whisper, “I cannot quit you.”
Two Cut off ALL contact
There’s a reason why he or she is your ex. It could stand for bad EXample or for the need to be permanently placed in your past. Period! Remove reasons to initiate calls no matter how difficult it is. Be ruthless with your boundaries!
Three Go thru ALL stages of grief
I know from personal experience that putting off a pity party will only come back twofold. There’s nothing worse than bursting into tears for no reason. In the middle of Wally’s World. Then, again, later that week (o.-)” Like medication, allow yourself a course to cry, enough to melt your eyes, if need be.
Four Identify what went wrong and right
If you still think it’s always them, not me. Then, find an objective friend who’ll honestly tell you the issues. To avoid making more mistakes and prevent future relationshits, make the time together with brand new ex matter by studying the patterns against the previous partners. Ponder this: if the relationship was good, wouldn’t you still be happily in it?
Five Stay away from emotional eating
Don’t replace bad food with another junk. Instead, exercise and fill up on endorphins. Love thyself. Whatever way you want ;P

I don’t want a love like woe for my friends; rather, like Whoa!
Ms. Gaynor sang it best, “I will survive.”
Like I told my little sister before, our bodies were made to endure hurt, but also to heal.
There’s truth in the Buddhist saying, “Pain in inevitable. Suffering is optional.”

Kthanxbai (“( ‘o^,).
I’m off to the gym to love myself.

I’m aware I should be doing my homework rather than blogging…

However, after having an enlightened discussion w/Jeremy about the last stage of development, we agreed that many focus on the younger years. Through the Emergency Room doors, we see numerous patients suffering from chronic pain or life stressor. Someone stated it took many moons for him to stare at a mirror and realize there’s not turning the sands of time. There are those that hurt others and their bodies without thinking of the impact in their older years. I’m not just preaching about eating clean and living lean, or that you should forgive and forget. There is also the importance of our human-relationships, and realizing which ones can waste your precious time. Imagine your Tree of Life. In order for it to flourish fervently and grow healthy, you have to keep it well-nourished and free of sucker branches and parasites. I hope you’all won’t let anything, or anyone, steal your Joy and purpose. The ego quality that emerges from a positive resolution in your golden years is true wisdom. Erikson defines it as a kind of “informed and detached concern with life itself in the face of death itself.”


My friends, I pray you are living a KiND LiFE full of satisfaction & accountability.
As an older adult, do you or will you have peace because you’ve treat yourself & others consciously?

I hope for integrity, not despair in your future.

it makes many a sense
that the hardest thing to do in life is to say goodbye.
what follows is the hardest test in life;
how to accept living
and go on with a broken heart.

in many ways,
iM beginning to understand we cant have all that we want,
but all that we need is always given,
this past week has been the usuaL unpredictable houston weather.
it was mostly humid and unbearabLy hot.
there were days when the rain was biting cold and very unforgiving.
however, it is always followed by the sunlight breaking thru siLver clouds.

for instance,
i can wallow and wail inside meeh about losin love yet again.
iM saddened because it was a good one.
the kind where you hope they could love you forever.
oR i couLd enjoy this passing moment;
this brief bliss of being alive still,
2feel hurt,
2face pain.
i choose the later.

this is where i am at.
it’s the moment just before i close my eyes to sleep;
when i stare in the dark.
contemplating today’s choices,
i wouLd wait for morning.
it’s like silence…
complete w/screaming echoes.

~originally written on Sunday, September 28, 2003. revisiting for personal purpose. i found it on a napkin, tucked within the pages of a blue, medical dictionary… it fell on me as i frantically fix my interwebs connection =(

Camera shutters.
It feels awesome when you’re in the act of breaking your own rules, doesn’t it?
Every wall you’ve built to protect yourself vanished at his first allure.
The tables were turned, Eve.
The rush of sweet sugary candy coated promises you were seduced to.
You acted like an animal, but proving what makes you human is your ability to take a risk.
When you seize the mundane, and become a part of something you don’t know, will you wonder its worth?
When you’re given an opportunity to be a rockstar for the night and satisfy that dream you’ve never shared a soul to,
did he answer your question:
“when you lie at night, what’s missing?
Will you be able to handle the post spiral shame that you must medicate with mango margaritas?
Will you persevere through your decision? lack of judgement?

Only when I was left confoozled than anything.
There are no more men with values.
Ok. Maybe the meditating monks or some hopeless romantics like me out there.
I’m almost as bitter as the undiluted salty sauce,
at the bottom of my sweating, almost empty chalice.
Not exactly sure how I feel about all the stages of grief I’ve been put through.
But, I’ve come to accept, I’ve been played.

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