Dreaming Big This Year

Okay, so I had a dream about writing. I set out and I wrote. I published. I will repeat. The process taught me a lesson. It taught me to dream big! In fact, in my book dedication, I told my children just that. Now I will not settle for what ifs, I am going for it. Whatever I desire, I am going to do it big.

Now you may find this funny but, I love World Wrestling Entertainment. Okay, I admit I love to watch those buffed up men throw each other around. My favorite is The Rock. He recently came back to the WWE and so did I. I watched Wrestlemania last month with my friend and fellow writer R.C. Berry. We saw that next year it would be in Miami. So we've decided to go. We are going all out and purchasing the best tickets available. Therefore, I need to sell more books! :-D I need to make this dream come true. Dreams haven't been so kind to me the last few years so I'm due.


I joke to my friends every time my birthday comes along. I tell them I want The Rock. My birthday was just this week and it sucks that I haven't gotten him after all these years. Well next year that's it. I will have him. It will be my 40th birthday and it's time for celebration. The Rock will be having a much anticipated match and I will be there to watch in person. Because baby, I'm dreaming big this year!

http://operationwrestlemania.wordpress.com/

Puff, puff, give.

Marijuana Vs. Alcohol

So… now that the April 20 hooplah is over, I’d like to offer my two cents. Okay, you got me, this is going to be a rant. Maybe not so much a rant, but a begging to be enlightened. I’m having a very difficult time understanding how people who love to celebrate every holiday, special occasion, milestone, and everything in between, with a drink, can sit on their moral high-horse about weed smokers. Is it because marijuana is illegal? Is that why the taboo is there? Let’s pretend for a moment that it suddenly became legal to smoke pot. Will the stigma then be removed? Somehow I have my doubts.

While I’m not necessarily advocating weed or alcohol, I don’t object to an occasional drink or bong hit. I personally feel how one of my favorite movie characters, Dr. Evil describes his son, Scott ” Well it’s true! It’s true! You’re semi-evil. You’re quasi-evil. You’re the margarine of evil. You’re the Diet Coke of evil. Just one calorie, not evil enough” In regards to Marijuana, of course. Out of all the drugs to be illegal and have a stigma attached to it, weed is, to me, the Diet Coke of them all. Yet, I saw numerous people judging the “stoners” for celebrating 420. “Why do they need a day to celebrate smoking Marijuana, that’s so stupid?” We have days to celebrate all kinds of things. Many people abstain from celebrating such days like Valentine’s day. We should celebrate love all year and not on that one specific day, they say. It’s their choice not to join in on the festivities. Just the same as 420. If you’re not a pot smoker, great. But leave the people to have their one day. I’m sure those who complain, celebrate in something or another, that others see no point in. Just shut up and carry on about your day. Always something to say and judge others about. Sheesh it annoys me. (Ha! maybe I’m judging too )

I could see if celebrating 420 was an imminent threat to society. Chances of problems or dangers occurring on that day, from excessive weed smoking are slim. Compare a group of people who celebrated with too much weed to people who indulged in too much alcohol. See what you get. With one group you’ll just be in danger of your pantry being raided. A host of other problems with the other. A majority of people will think nothing of the countless people at bars and clubs, whose goal is to get wasted and possibly have mindless sex with some random person. That’s what some might call a good night.

Alcohol seems to be synonymous with celebrating. Or what about being stressed out? “I need a drink.” Too wound up “I’ll have a glass of wine to relax.” Champagne toasts, drinks to break the ice on a first date, you name it, there’s a reason to drink to it. Hey, I don’t mind. So how come those same people who love to indulge in the alcohol, get so worked up over some person or a group of people sparking up a joint? Hypocrite much? I think that’s what rubs me the wrong way. It’s the fact that people judge and don’t take time out to really look at themselves. The same people, I know personally, were talking shit about celebrating 420, and I know for a fact that they go out to the club and purposely get shit-faced and call it a good time. These are the same people who I’ve partied with before. Downing shots of heaven knows what. They feel that a party is not a party without consuming large amounts of alcohol. It’s almost like a badge of honor. They’ll even go as far as to ridicule a person who may not be able to hang. Labeling them a light-weight.

Again, is it purely the question of legality here? Both alcohol and weed alter your state. Why is one more acceptable? This is a sincere attempt to understand. So if anyone can aid me here, I’d really appreciate it. It may seem like I’m fighting to defend my raging weed smoking habit, that’s really not it. I won’t lie and say that I never tried it. But I’m far from being considered a weed smoker. I will say, out of the times I’ve tried it, I preferred it to drinking alcohol. No throwing up from too much of it, no hangover, no sloppy drunkenness. So until someone can get me to understand why there’s a stigma attached to MaryJane, I’ll say puff, puff, give.

Just For Today

Everyone is entitled to a bitch and moan day. That’s okay right? Well, today is mine. Hopefully, tomorrow won’t be the same. I keep seeing this quote online, “Depression is not a sign of weakness, it is a sign that you have been strong for too long.” by Author Unknown. Today, I feel like I’ve been strong for too long. Before I go on, I have to say that I’m normally not what the kids call a “hater.” I actually take joy in the success of people around me. Often times, I’m helping others more than I help myself. Just for today, I can’t help but ask, why them and not me?

By them, I mean people I know who have been grimy. A dead-beat dad who’s chosen to be estranged from my children. Lying, cheating ex-boyfriends. Shady family members who have stolen from me. How do their dreams come true before mine? I’m the parent who chose to stay and raise my children. I was the ever faithful partner in all of my relationships. Family, that’s sacred to me. I would never intentionally hurt my own flesh and blood.

So, I’m left wondering how the dead-beat dad has a lovely wife, other children, and a home in Florida. With a pool no less. An ex-fiancée finally purchasing a home. This, after he messed up our plans. Two weeks from closing on a home we were supposed to purchase, he’s caught being unfaithful. Yet I get turned down for a home loan on a stupid technicality. It makes no sense to me. Just for today…

I realize that there are people worse off.. Given the recent tragedies in the world, I should be thanking my lucky stars. Normally, I do. It may not seem like it, but I do believe in the law of Karma. I have a firm grasp of the “grass is not always greener” notion. Yet, here I am whining and complaining. Luckily, it’s just for today.

Bookaversary

April 22, 2010. That’s the date my first novel was released! It’s almost that time again. My baby will be celebrating its first birthday. Join me in celebrating this milestone. Over at my publisher’s facebook page, we’re holding a contest. Here is a snippet from the publisher’s post:

“In honor of our one year bookaversary, the day our debut titles were released. We will be holding a contest throughout the month of April. Our actual bookaversary is April 22. Celebrate with us!

(Click here for Touche Publishing’s Facebook Page)

Refer a Friend Contest

The contest will be set up with a points system in place. Be the first contestant to accumulate 100 points and win! By getting your friends to participate on Touche Publishing’s “fan” page, through various activities, you can be the winner of an Electronic Book Reader.”

(Click here for the full post)

A big thanks to everyone who has followed my journey this past year. You have made it such a rewarding experience for me. I continue to learn from each one of you. You only make me better, so don’t go anywhere

Delusional Doom Blogfest

I am happy to announce that I am participating in another cool Blogfest! Here are a few details:

BEHOLD… THE DELUSIONAL DOOM BLOGFEST!
When: The Ides of March (March 15) obviously
Where: Your blog and mine
WHAT: SOMEONE WILL DIE!

Let me e’splain…
You can do ANY (or all) of the following:

Predict your own death

Predict someone ELSES death

Write your own obituary

Write someone ELSES obituary

Plot a murder of someone sorely asking for it, step by step

For full details (click here)

For my contribution, I will plot a death :)

I suppose I should be thanking you, since you were responsible for giving me life. Yet, here I am plotting your demise. How did we arrive here? Where did we go wrong? You were supposed to be first in my heart from the very beginning. I thought you'd always be there to comfort me. To reassure me when times got rough. Wasn't it your job to accept being placed on a pedestal? Being put before all others.

Instead, you abandoned me. Left me wondering why I wasn't good enough for you to stay. You went off, and spread your wings. You found others to grace with your presence. You carried on, producing many others like me. In that case, why not just stay? I know for sure, that I accepted you with faults and all. Worked so hard to forgive you when you hurt me. But still, you left repeatedly. You would return periodically. Apparently to torture me. Remind me of your greatness. Only to bolt the minute things got complicated. What did I ever do to you?

You've made it painfully clear that you have no regard for my existence. So why should I care anything about yours? I've come to resent everything you stand for. Most days I'm thoroughly annoyed that you even exist. For that, I must rid the world of you. Not only for myself, but for the others you helped to destroy. I'll use your modus operandi against you. I'm going to lull you into a false sense of security and strike when you're unaware. With the same hands I use, to wipe away the tears you've caused; I'm going to rip your heart out. You will learn what it feels like, for someone else to hold your heart in their hands. I will watch with baited breath, as it beats for the last time.

Farewell, love. I will not mourn you for long. For I know that I have the power to resurrect you at anytime. It's just a matter of wanting to, or not.

Obituary

Rest in Peace

Love, former bane to man's existence, has died this 15th day of March 2011.

It was said to have conquered all, but in the end, could not even save itself.

Love will be remembered fondly, as it did find its way into many hearts.

Love is survived by those who believed in it, and those who it eluded.

Numerous memorial services will be held worldwide for those having had faith in Love.

Celebrations for those slighted by Love will commence immediately.

Thank You For Being a Friend

Thank You For Being a Friend

Posted: March 12, 2011 by May Torres in Mentions, Random, Writing
Tags: friendship, women's history month

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In 1981 Congress passed a resolution recognizing Women’s History Week. In 1987 they expanded the focus to a whole month. March has been set aside as this month in the United Kingdom and in the United States. So in keeping with this spirit of celebration, I’d like to talk about women I admire. For the next month, I will highlight a few of these women each week. Some I know personally, and some are people I wish I knew.

My next selection for women I admire, is someone I know personally. (Click here for previous post)

My partner in crime, R.C. Berry. I have only known her about three years, but it feels like I’ve known her so much longer. I mean that in a good way We have shared a life-time of experiences in such a short time span. We met and traveled together almost immediately. Our first stop, Miami’s South Beach. It was a short weekend trip but we packed in a lot of fun and discovered the start to a great friendship.

Ras and May

Since then we have traveled several more times, visited each others respective home towns, and embarked on a new journey; writing. When I met her she was an awesome event planner. I even attended her kick-ass New Year’s Eve masquerade party. It was well-planned and very successful. I had never been to an event like it. However, not too long after we met, the economy tanked. She had to put her business on hold. It was right after that, that we started writing our first books. We published them under the new publishing company we started, and haven’t looked back.

This is all well and good, but I want to tell you why I admire her. The first reason is because she has the most infectious smile. It really is, that simple. She has a Betty Rubble giggle that makes me chuckle. When we met, I was going through a terrible heartbreak. Something about her witty and sunny disposition made me feel better. She’s hilarious and if you read one of my previous posts, you’ll know that I really love funny people. A good sense of humor is such a wonderful trait to have. And boy does she have it.

I’ve never had a more generous friend. If there’s something she thinks you should have, she gives it. That includes her affection and love. There is never a time, when I have to question her feelings. She readily gives of herself, and doesn’t ask for anything in return. The very first year I met her, I fell on hard times and found myself without money to buy my children Christmas gifts. Just from me mentioning my dilemma, she took action. She sent money to my PayPal account and didn’t say a word. When I saw the email advising me that she had sent me money, I wept. The gesture was so selfless because I knew she was also going through financial hardship. She just wanted my children to have Christmas.

From that point on, I knew I had finally found a person who I could trust. Someone I could trust to have my best interest at heart. Trust that I could depend on her to be there in my time of need. No matter what the need. Trust her with my thoughts and feelings. Knowing that I could confide in her without her passing judgment. I can safely say, I know she’ll always be there. With deep love and gratitude for taking special care of our friendship, I say, thank you for being a friend.

Erotica/Comedy Short Story Contest

I wanted to share some information about a contest that's running from March 1-15. Writer, L.M. Stull, who appears to be addicted to hosting short story contests, is at it again. The mission: Erotica/Comedy. I just could not pass it up. Both genres capture my full attention. As a matter of fact, I find myself mostly attracted to funny people ;) (If that applies to you, kindly leave your number here ________ ) :D

This link Erotica/Comedy Short Story Contest will take you straight to the contest details if you're interested in entering. While you're there, check out all the other cool stuff on the site. (Then subscribe :) ,to join the ranks of the cool kids )

If you happen to find yourself curious about my submission, you can check it out here. You will need a password so just contact me and I'll supply you with it. You can reach me at:

Maytorres72@gmail.com or facebook.com/May.torresNY

Don't kill me, it was my first time writing in the Erotica genre. Be kind :D