Happy Halloween

Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He's gotta pick this one. He's got to. I don't see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there's not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see. 

-Linus

Grace....

Goal for this week....

Knockin' on Heaven's Door....

 In loving memory of my friend and colleague, Jon Michael Frieger....

Heaven was made for people like you.  You were a kind, beautiful, genuine soul.  People were at their best around you.  You loved your life, your wife, your baby and your work.  I am better for having known you.  

The Same Thing I Want From You Today I Will Want Again Tomorrow

So, you're creating the problem out of nostalgia? -Rory

The secret is out.  My office is quiet.  Sometimes music doesn't fulfill the silence.  Sometimes it is so quiet and I am so alone that nothing but my Gilmore Girls DVDs can sufficiently fill the space.  I keep two computers at my desk.  One to work with (conveniently the machine issued by my employer) and the other sits behind me playing Gilmore Girls while I type my reports.  I don't even bother looking at the screen any longer because I have all seven seasons practically memorized.  There are times I find myself talking along with the characters....no small task considering the pace of the language.  

I am currently on season 3.  I like season 3...Rory is a senior and for a brief time gets on well with Paris. Lorelai is coming off the pregnancy devastation of Sherry and Christopher (a story line I am actually well acquainted with...talk about a suffocating feeling) and allows herself to accept a few dates with a guy named Alex.  He owns an iron works company.  She likes him so much she pretends to enjoy the great outdoors and agrees to go fishing with him.  She tries to become an expert angler in a few days...with the help of Luke, of course.  He brings a kiddie pool filled with fish to her house and teaches her to fish so she won't look foolish on her date.  Luke, of course, is busy dating Nicole...so it's okay.  After impressing Alex with her "fisher-woman" skills she accepts an overnight trip with Alex to New York.  Sookie and Jackson join in and a great time was had.  Sad story line...after that we never hear from Alex again.  His character was written off...too early in my opinion...

As she is preparing to leave for New York she is dismayed that she is NOT having any packing crises.  She calls Rory upstairs to inform her something is terribly wrong.  How can she, Lorelai, possibly not be in the throes of a packing crisis?  Rory responds...."So, you're creating the problem out of nostalgia?"  (It should be noted Lorelai is wearing a Bunny Ranch tee shirt.  For the life of me I have not been able to locate one for myself...and I HAVE TRIED!)  

I have likely seen this particular episode over 20 times.  However, today was the first day this particular line had any significance.  Let's examine it again...

"So, you're creating a problem out of nostalgia?"

I responded, out loud, "Yes, Rory, I, Patty Vela, am creating a problem out of nostalgia.  Not only am I creating one problem, I am creating a number of problems, out of sheer nostalgia."

Don't we all?  Don't we all decide, quite early that X is a problem and so Y is affected, similarly...always?  

I don't know...maybe we don't ALL have this particular exceptionality.  But I know, I've got it in spades.  And, so what?  Well, here's what...I am sitting here...36, hair unpainted, lines on my face, wondering why I was only 21 yesterday but planning my 20 year high school reunion today.  Why does 21 feel like yesterday?  Mostly because not much has changed.  Why has nothing changed?  Because when an opportunity, a possibility, an idea comes up...I "create a problem or obstacle out of nostalgia."  

I allow the past to inform the present....and create the future.  It's a funny thing, isn't it.  It's so safe to keep playing rewind, and rewind, and rewind because you know exactly how it is going to play out.  Didn't Einstein define that as "insanity?"  

I've spent the last month challenging (and resisting, I might add) this pattern.  I've come a long way in even identifying it as a pattern.  I just thought it was "life."  Well, it isn't.  Some people don't live "life" that way...but I thought everyone did.  It's like when you don't know you can't see until you put the glasses on and everything becomes clear.  I "didn't know that I didn't know."  

In the previous post I shared a short video.  I do hope each of you had an opportunity to watch it.  It was my a-ha moment.  You know the one...the awesome one when someone "gets it."  Teachers really know it....they light up, you light up...it's a beautiful thing.  

I had the a-ha moment alone.  Mary saw it....and tried to cradle me in her canine way.  

The moment is this.  In life you either have the courage to be vulnerable or you don't.  The vulnerable are a candle that lights up the space and burns out with splendor.  They live the length and the width of their life with the expert grace and ease.  They play the game of life...they are on the field.   The people who fear vulnerability are a flameless candle.  They are the cheerleaders, the fans, the people on the sidelines...in the parking lot...outside the gates of the stadium.

I know where I've been standing during the game.  And it isn't where I want to be anymore.  I've got a good amount of work cut out for me.  I have a lot of things to re-frame and a lot of living to make up for.  But I want to be done with being paralyzed by fear.  I don't want to create problems for nostalgia's sake.  I don't want to create problems where there aren't any.  This, of course, is a delicate dance.  Problems will arise as sure as the sun will come up in the east.  Discernment is going to be key...and I guess I can rely on "gut instinct" for that.  

I was asked last week to dwell in the inquiry of why I feel I need to live from a place of "safety, pleasantry, agreeability." I think the answer is because I don't do vulnerability.  I mean, I have done it before, but the consequences have been truly unpleasant and dire.  However, I can't let the nostalgia of old vulnerability predict the future possibilities.  I can't convict the future because of the past.  

There's no need to create a problem when you are sassy enough to wear a Bunny Ranch tee shirt.  

Watch This!

My friend Amber sent this to me.  It is about 20 minutes long; but well worth the watching.

This analysis cleared up a significant question I was dwelling in this week.  I believe that is what is knows as "synchronicity!" 

The Best Day of the Year

Like Lorelai with snow....the best day of any given year for me is the day the first front rolls in.  

The wind called me awake this morning and I stumbled onto my back porch around 4.30 am, kitties and doggy in tow.  We sat together, squinty eyed, patient and calm and felt the first cool breeze whisper around us.  

Days like today represent hope.

Happy Autumn dear friends!

Nasty Bug

Ciara and I have a saying.  I think I have referenced it in prior blog posts.  When we are feeling particularly nasty we say, "I think I have been bitten by the nasty bug."  Today....I feel like I have been bitten by the entire nasty bug nest...and the queen is sitting pretty...laughing at me.  She's saying, in her best British accent, "Ha!  I've won!  I've got you, bloody hell, blah blah blah...."

I am currently sitting at my dining room table with my Aunt Velma.  She is setting up her dental plan with her insurance company and I am taking this opportunity to find what has been "right" with today; rather than "wrong" with today. 

1.  Rebecca Power completely saved me today!  Because of her kindness and generosity I was able to catch up on a LOT of work today.

2.  Valerie Mendez called to check in on me.

3.  Day Smith prayed for me.

4.  My former teachers reminded me of what is important.

5.  My mom prayed for me.

6.  Mary is on a play date...ALL day!

7.  I am about to head to Bible study.

8.  My Tessie is sitting on my lap....annoying me (but I love it).

9.  Two meetings canceled for tomorrow and I am seriously considering taking a mental health day.

10.  My sharpie markers will work perfectly to address some invitations I have ready to go.  

Tomorrow is a new day.  I am certain Bible study will renew me...as it always does.  The to-do list is slowly becoming a "to-done" list and each task is shedding away one at time.  

Roost

  

This is a beautiful, thoughtful blog.  Check it out by clicking here...

365 Days of Patty

Today I celebrate the privilege of being blessed with another year of life!

35 was arguably the most difficult 365 days of my life.  (Mostly because I allowed them to be.)  The good news is I am feeling refreshed and renewed for year 36.  And....I hear (from all the folks out here) that Mercury is in retrograde so this deep longing for internal "cleansing" and "reflecting" is apparently quite normal!  Who knew? 

Last night I went to a classical music concert at The Hollywood Bowl and I started considering all the absolutely amazing events that happened....despite the turbulence of year 35.  I sort of reflected chronologically and here are a few of the things I came up with....but these aren't in order....nor is this list exhaustive.....

1) I attended my first UT Football game!  Go Horns!  Thank you Ramsey Kay!

2) I was introduced to Rancho de Bearden...my new place of rest.  Thank you Ciara and Ryan!

3) I visited Santa Fe, New Mexico and fell in love!  Thank you Sylvia and Peter!

4) I saw Lyle Lovett and John Hiatt at The Majestic Theater!

5) I reconnected with my dear friend Brandon and am so blessed to call him my friend.

6) I spent a week at Horseshoe Bay.  Thank you Mom, Dad and The Doege's!

7) I spent a week in Destin, Florida.  Thank you Mom, Dad and The Harper Family!

8) Para-sailed!!!!!!!!

9) Jeeped!!!!!!!!! Or Wheeled!!!!!!!!! Whichever....

10) Met my camera.  Thank you Mom!

11) Spent my lunches at St. Dominic's Chapel getting "right."  

12) Saw my dad acquire his own business...finally!  He is his own boss and it is about time!

13) Ate El Pato with Ramsey, Lisa and Crissy.

14) Chaired Silent Auction and was once again awed by true and simple generosity.

15) Was invited into Angela Rabke and Sharon Turner's book club.

16) Spent a weekend at Port A with Leandra, Rebecca and Jenni.  (Watched dolphins, as well!)

17) Was asked by be Noah Mendez's Godmother.

18) Watched my Goddaughter finish high school and prepare for college.

19) Met Alison Wright.

20) Spent New Year's Eve with Valerie and Nick.

21) Watched Marisa on TV during the Superbowl!

22) Became friends with Shameka, Jennifer, Gary, Lisa, Manuel, Hector and Diana!

23) Visited Seaside, Florida.....CHARMING!

24) Saw Robert Earl Keen, Jr. at Stubb's.  

25) Went "home" after Christmas.

26) Was re-introduced to Denise Garcia and her wonderful husband, Ken!

27) Danced on the roof of the Artpace building.  'Twas fun!

28) Drank Blanton's on the Rocks at Bohanans.

29) Ate dinner with Karrie and Doug Pennebecker at Il Sogno.

30) Completed The Pursuit of God with Janie Worth.

31) Ate Capparelli's with Linda and Bill Fugit at their dining table.

32) Observed the strength and courage of Lisa Callan and Tracey Mather.

33) Was included by Meg Stoffer and her group of friends!  Yay!  Lots of new faces.

34) Saw the Eggmen with Ciara and Ryan and Nutty Brown Cafe.

35) Watched all seven seasons of The Gilmore Girls...TWICE!

36) Attended Emma Jolie Terrell's first birthday party, Nicolas Mendez's second birthday party, Gianna Mery's second birthday party, Justin and Minnie's December celebrations and Meriweather Rabke's second birthday party

37) Had a morning porch picnic and pajama day with Ella James Bearden.

38) Witnessed Meg Stoffer marry Justin Walker....so wonderful!

39) Witnessed Bryn Carson marry Andrew Auld...so gracious to include me. 

40) Purchased a painting by Andree Hudson at Waxlander Gallery on Canyon Road, Santa Fe.

41) Walked in the snow...TWICE!

42) Spent Sangeeta's birthday at Wildfish.

43) Took a private Pilates lesson with Wendy.  Thank you, Mom!

44) Ripped the carpet out of my house...NOW WHAT?  Yikes!

45) Hosted a garage sale forcing me to purge.

46) Moved a reformer into my garage!  Thank you, Mom!

47) Took a yoga class while facing Manhattan Beach.

48) Completed Principles of Accounting!

49) Realized things have to change....profoundly....starting with me.

50) Had my photos taken by my insanely talented cousin...and jumped for joy!

Photo by: Marisa Q Photography

www.marisaqphotography.com

AND THE VERY, VERY, VERY BEST (AND MOST CHALLENGING) ENDEAVOR THIS YEAR....

My girl, Mary Gertrude!

Two Hundred

According to my post count....this is my 200th blog!  

We are living large at Fete....and by "we"...I mean me.  Check out this HEB cake, which with my coupon cost a total of 4.25....including the banner reading, "Happy 200."  (Imagine the quizzical looks I got from the bakery when I asked them to write "Happy 200."  I assured them it was an "inside joke" and that did little to clarify the request.)  Yes...I did eat a sliver of cake...I just dug my fork in, (1 year old birthday style) ate a piece and winced in pain because the sugar literally ate away at the dentin immediately.  Cake went into the trash bin straightaway.  

Thank you to my precious few (and I do mean FEW) readers who have read each and every one of those 200 posts.  It's been an interesting ride, right?  In truth...those 200 posts have been written during the most challenging times of my life.  While I wasn't always consistent...and still am not...this certainly has been a saving grace.

I am loving that House Beautiful created this nifty design insert located just inside the July/August 2011 issue.  They perforated the edge for an easy tear out.  I will keep this tucked neatly away in my inspiration book.  The only hint I would add....center of wall hanging should be 48-51 inches from floor for gallery height hanging.  

Pin it, print it, share it....

source

(In honor of a conversation I had earlier today.)

Lorelai: Man I love email.  Everyday Rory and I write to each other, multiple times.  It's great.

Luke: You enjoy typing to people more than talking to them?

Lorelai: Wrong perspective.  Email is a return to the romantic days of letter writing.  It's pure Dickens.

Brilliant Juxta"position"

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pejorative

It was suggested that Tuesday's blog was a tad on the "pejorative" side.  Uh...ouch...knife to my heart!  This blog has been buoyed by happy sunshine, unicorns and rainbows, daily celebrations and things of that nature since it's inception.  Yesterday's blog was meant to 85% entertain, 10% inform and 5% get an "amen" from my girls...(which by the way...it totally did).  My readership of five all agreed it was quite funny and "true"...with the exception of my one who said it was pejorative.  It bothered me all night long.  (Of course it did...I am a "pleaser" and I never want anyone to be disappointed in me.)  

So...here's the real deal, the "skinny" if you will....

This blog entry was not about one particular person, per se.  Although, I will grant you,  it does read that way.  Sometimes....(eek...gasp...) I embellish for dramatic purposes.  There...I said it!  No...my stories are not made up (a la A Million Little Pieces).  Should Oprah "discover" me she won't find years later that I fabricated these stories.  They are all real, real-lived, real-pathetic!  

Indeed a conversation with a girlfriend or an actual event might spark an idea.  And...like any good social researcher (I just gave myself that title and coordinating tiara) I report my "results" (real life poop situations) to the general public.  In my "professional" experience my "results" have shown (through a series of controlled experiments with "blind" subjects over a number of years) that most boys don't ask interesting personal questions.  And c'mon....asking the real questions is a blast!  I don't understand why they want to miss out on the fun?

As I drove home last night...one iconic image kept coming to mind as I considered what I had written and how it was interpreted.  Here it is....interpret it as you will.  I know what my interpretation is and I will never tell...lest the wrath of Gloria befall me!

www.zeldalily.com

Is It Too Much To Ask?

Hang on a second....let me get the right music in the background for this post.

Yes, yes y'all...another installment of "What She Really Means Is."  

This particular topic hadn't occupied my thoughts recently for a number of reasons.  Having said that, due to some current communication (that I refuse to answer any questions about...and I MEAN it!) this issue has reared it's ugly head again.  Here we go:

PRECIOUS FEW MEN ASK REAL QUESTIONS!

Here's the thing...if you are trying to get to know me...wouldn't it make sense you ask me questions?  And when I say questions I do not mean the following:

How are you?

How is your day?

What are you doing?

What did you do last night?

What are you doing tomorrow?

Do you want to have sex?

You get the point.  While the aforementioned questions are legitimate (and when asked genuinely they are much appreciated) they just don't get you very far in determining whether or not you intend to spend a second longer trying to get to know me.  These are surface questions.  Now....I am a VERY verbose person and I can answer each of these with a paragraph or two...if I really want to.  But the fact that these are the only questions I am being asked day in and day out...I am apt to:

a) answer them with one word

and eventually

b) blow you off altogether.

I want to know things like (God forbid):

Where were you born?

Where were you raised?

Siblings?

Married, Divorced, Single? (This one is critical for obvious reasons.)

Beatles or Elvis?

Beatles or Rolling Stones?

What makes you excited? (In the non-sexual way, calm down!  That comes later..no pun!)

Where do you worship?

Favorite spot in town?

Beach or Lake?

Italian or Mexican?

Run or Swim?

Vanilla or Chocolate?

Do you like the sound of your own voice?

Do you sleep late?

What do you do for a living?

What did you study?

Where did you study?

Again, you get the point.

So in this ritual of "getting to know one another".....boys.....I highly suggest raising the interest level of your questions if your interest level has been raised by a particular young lady.  If not....she thinks you aren't really interested in the unique, tiny traits that make her irresistible.

Jason: I have no interest in spending a second of my time with any other woman but you....and Eartha Kitt.

Lorelai: Well, sure!

What You do in Your Free Time is your Business?

While visiting Florida I attempted to study for my Accounting class and failed miserably!  I found EVERY excuse on the Internet to NOT study.  Mom walked in and told me I needed to study....flashback....and told me to stop wasting time on the Internet.  (I was busy pinning and pinning and pinning and checking out what Tracy Brattin Gerdes was pinning and pinning and pinning.)  Anyhow....I said something like, "Isn't what you waste your time doing what maybe you should be doing in real life?"  I mean...I don't necessarily know how to translate pinning and blogging and facebooking into a true profession that rewards with decent revenue (accounting word...Ta-Daaaaaa!) but if there were a Ph.D. in it...you could call me "Doctor!"

Then, as if by divine intervention, I saw this "pinned!"  I couldn't have summed it up better myself.  In fact, I wasn't nearly this succinct...but I had the main idea.

http://photoshopskillz.blogspot.com/2010/02/graphic-design-quotes.html

So if there is any truth to this...I should make a profession out of wasting time, reading design magazines, thinking about cooking, baking and designing, reading, blogging, pinning, facebooking.....

Mary Goes to Camp

Mom goes on vacation, Mary Gertrude goes to camp....SA Doggy Boot Camp, to be exact!

Clarke and Lucille Young are my new favorite people!  Not only does Clarke Young train your pet...he and his wife, Lucille will board your dog if they are under 30 lbs!  And guess what...your dog comes back a calmer, gentler version than when they left!  

Mary has been receiving in home training, but Clarke offers classes throughout San Antonio.  His method is simple and calm.  I have seen an enormous change in Mary and am so grateful to Clarke and Lucille for boarding her...twice now!  (Mary loves their dog Mico.  They play and play...they are similar in age.)  

I highly recommend Clarke Young!  Doggy manners are of critical importance.  Mary still needs a lot of work...and thanks to Clarke I have tools in my tool box for modifying behaviors.

Gypsy

Look what Mama scored at Uncommon Objects!  A rockin' bust of a gypsy.  Hot dang!  And the price was Unbelievable-10%=Ridiculous Score for Patty.  Sometimes I amaze myself!  

Not too drunk...Just drunk enough....

www.skinnygirlcocktails.com

Dear Bethenny,

Thank you for sharing your drink with me.  Not only is it delicious and light, I don't have to do a damn thing except open the bottle and pour.  How delightful...considering that your drink makes me want to open bottle after bottle after bottle (but in a safe place where no driving is involved!)  The first evening I had Skinnygirl Margaritas I was (allegedly) overheard repeating, "These are GREAT....thank you Bethenny....because Skinnygirl Margaritas don't make you too drunk, they make you just drunk enough!"  (Enough for what, I am not sure!)

In addition, I would like to thank you for sharing your life with me!  My friends and I all agree...we think we would love to include you among our circle of friends for your sense of style and humor; but most importantly for your unapologetic honesty about yourself and others.  Thanks for letting us into your house, into your life and into your personal therapy.  You give us girls a lot of hope and inspiration.  I think we all feel that if Bethenny can "do it," well damn it, so can we!  

Now, I must run and enjoy my Skinnygirl Margarita for the evening!

Love,

Patty

"I am not sure he is the Ivy League type, though.  He might need more of a hacky-sacking, poetry reading, tie-dying kind of place...like Reed or Oberlin where the air is sweet with the scent of patchouli."

-Lorelai

Yes, my dog gets her own section now.  She is permanent.  We are a "unit"...so I figured this was the least I could do!  Plus she's just so darn cute I have to post her hip photos....

Happy Friday, friends.....

"Unseen, Unsought and Uncertain"

I know I am not alone in this nagging sense of failing to measure up, a feeling of not being good enough as a woman.  Every woman I've ever met feels it-something deeper than just the sense of failing at what she does.  An underlying, gut feeling of failing at who she is.  I am not enough, and, I am too much at the same time.  Not pretty enough, not thin enough, not kind enough, not gracious enough, not disciplined enough.  But too emotional, too needy, too sensitive, too strong, too opinionated, too messy.  The result is Shame, the universal companion of women.  It haunts us, nipping at our heels, feeding on our deepest fear that we will end up abandoned and alone.

After all, if we were better women-whatever that means-life wouldn't be so hard.  Right?  We wouldn't have so many struggles; there would be less sorrow in our hearts.  Why is it so hard to create meaningful friendships and sustain them?  Why do our days seem so unimportant, not filled with romance and adventure but with duties and demands?  We feel unseen, even by those who are closest to us.  We feel unsought-that no one has the passion or the courage to pursue us, to get past our messiness to find the woman deep inside.  And we feel uncertain-uncertain what it even means to be a woman; uncertain what it truly means to be feminine; uncertain if we are or ever will be.

Aware of our deep failings, we pour contempt on our own hearts for wanting more.  Oh, we long for intimacy and for adventure; we long to be the Beauty of some great story.  But the desires set deep in our hearts seem like a luxury, granted only to those women who get their acts together.  The message to the rest of us-whether from a driven culture or a drive church is-try harder.

-John and Stasi Eldredge

www.ransomedheart.com

A dear friend gifted this book to me.  This excerpt is from the very beginning....it grabbed me, immediately, on so many levels.  I kept thinking, "Yes, yep, that's me, wow, uh-huh, Amen, Thank you!"  I am about 60 pages in and hope to share more.

Kardashian

I once dated a guy who had a thought, repeated it over and over again, wrote it down a few times and would attribute it to himself with a "-Insert Name of Lunatic Here."  It wasn't a terribly profound thought....given his intelligence I felt he produced much more memorable "conversables."  Be that as it may....I thought it was very arrogant, pompous, and asinine to "quote" himself.  Who does that?  Nobody!  Really important people say really great things and SOMEONE ELSE attributes the line to them and then it goes down in history.

However...tonight...I will allow myself this ONE exception because it was so good.

Scene: South Alamo Street

Friend: I told her she needs to stop wearing leggings and oversized shirts.

Me: What she needs to do is stop being a Kardashian and start being a Kardashian!

Brilliant, I know!  Feel free to use it when necessary....but please, remember to attribute it to ME!

Cheers

www.brunelloshavemorefun.com

So....I am not going to pretend to be someone I am not.  I am not a wine person.  I don't know a thing about wine.  I know I am attracted to pink wines...because, well, they are pink.  However, I "came up" in the era where pink wines were definitely de classe; but a large bottle of pink St. Genevive always did the trick in college.  If, of course, the trick is blissful intoxication; rather than purposeful, respectful epicurean delight.  

When, and if, I am obligated to select a wine I find I am intrigued by the graphic quality of the label, the cleverness of the name, the do-able-ness of the price.  Rarely do I give any thought to what might be lurking "inside" the bottle and how that might delight (or offend) the senses of the recipient.

Never mind the fact that wine often brings on an immediate, blood throbbing head ache.  IF I want to enjoy I have to go on the defensive with either 4 Advil or a migraine medication and IF I am lucky I won't fall victim to the stabbing, nagging feeling in my head.  Most "learned" wine drinkers follow up with, "Well, you just aren't drinking the right types of wine; good, quality wines."  I don't doubt that my budget and lack of knowledge steer me towards head ache enacting wines.  And, I will be the first to admit that I never experienced a head ache in either France or Italy.  That solves it....I will just have to cross the pond when I have a hankering for a good glass of wine.  Sure, there might be something to this whole idea...I just don't know what it is or how to navigate around it.  

Having admitted to my poor, poor taste and understanding of the luxurious appeal and experience of wine I still enjoy knowing about it and sort of, live vicariously, through enthusiasts who I find are usually really rabid about their passion.

Brunellos Have More Fun is exactly the type of blog that allows me enjoy without having to imbibe.  (Although I sure would like to!)  Whitney, the creator of this particular blog, has brought a voice to wine that goes beyond just the experience of a sniff, a swirl, a sip, a nose, a bouquet, etc.  She invites the reader into the world of a wine lover.  She not only offers her knowledge of wine, she shares where "wine" has taken her and how it has shaped her life.  She also gives a peek into what a wine lover might wear, how an outfit can speak volumes about the wine that goes with it, what to serve with "sipper" and how you, too, might become equally as passionate as she is!

I met Whitney years ago.  She was my cousin's room mate in New York, well, Brooklyn to be exact.  I don't know that her love of wine had yet been birthed as they were both working on their respective theatrical careers at the time.  Years later they are both still together, in Los Angeles, and their lives have taken them down very different paths.  I have kept up with Whitney's endeavors (here and there) through Marisa; but I did not realize she had a blog.  If you live in the Los Angeles area and need a person who will tailor your wine curiosities specifically to you....call on this young lady.  

Cheers, Whitney.  Beautiful blog, beautiful work....

Marisa Q

Friends...please take a moment to visit this website.  Turn the TV off, sit with a cup of hot tea and listen to the soulful voice in the music section.  If you "like" what you see...link up to Facebook and "like" 

Marisa Quintanilla-Actress!

www.MarisaQ.com launched today and I could not be more excited!  

I am so proud of you.  You are an inspiration to me.  I have had the honor and privilege of watching you grow into the amazing human being you are today; despite tough, tough odds and obstacles that seemed insurmountable.  Your resolve and determination has often left me speechless and in awe.  You have shown me the true meaning of the relentless pursuit of one's dreams. 

You are beautiful, both inside and out; but most importantly you are strong, independent and tenacious.  Your courage is an inspiration to me!  Keep holding me to the same standard you hold yourself.  We both know I need reminders from time to time!

My prayer has been, and will continue to be, that He lead you down a path for His greater glory and that He continue to allow you to practice your crafts.  May His spirit always guide you towards Him in any endeavor you may pursue.