Happiness

Being married is like
Is Falling in love, is the essence of the life, it’s just the greatest feeling, the world seems brighter and your senses are in a state of hyper awareness.
Is all happiness.

It was Raining

At first I was glad it was raining because we need the rain but then came the storm. With this storm the rain came pouring down so hard that you could not even see out the window. We were not able to go out onto the street because the street had become a river. The weather was very cold but not cold enough to snow. The wind was blowing the tree's back and forth when the electricity went. In the darkness I could only think of tree coming down on top of us. As I stood in the living room wondering what I should do, the thought of you came to my mind and how I miss you.
At that moment I wished you were with me.
I wished being hugging for you
I wishes being kissed for you.

Being Creative

I have always liked being creative in my work and this is why I have chosen to become a mechanical drafter. I prefer mechanical drafter than other forms of drafting. I enjoy the mathematical problem solving I am faced with. I like being creative and the computer programs that I use allow me to be creative and experiment with different things when working on a project. It would be very hard for me to do anything that did not allow me to be creative. I could not be a salesperson in a store or waitress in a restaurant.

Amazing Person

• This is about my husband, He is an absolutely amazing person, he has overcome so much and it’s not fair that he struggles with things day to day; at some point shouldn’t things get easier?
  He changed my life he brought to my life happiness .

My weekend

My weekend was very exciting because my family and I went to the San Diego harbor 2 days in a row for the Festival of Sail’s. We saw several beautiful ships with tall sails but the one I loved the most was the ship from Colombia. While in the crowd that lined the dock I met many people from Colombia. I could not believe that so many Colombians lived in San Diego. During the last day of the Festival of Sail’s all of the young men of the Colombian ship lined the deck and sang the Colombian National Anthem, a smile came to my face and tears to my eyes as the set sail.

La llorona

It is said that in Colombia there is a ghost of a woman who killed her husband . They call her the "La llorona" because she cries a lot. She is a wandering spirit, looking for her husband. So when I was a child my parents always threatened me with her, they said "If you misbehave with your parents she will visit you. She will come out if you are doing bad and if you dont do your homework!" The part about the woman killed her husband is real. I think that the other part about her visit you that was false.