The Couch Chronicles...Continued

"I can't see Texas from here."  That's one of my all time favorite George Strait songs and before I became a transplant here in the Golden State, I enjoyed the catchy tune because after all, George is one of my all time favorite singers.   Well, I can't really see Texas from here but Texas is who I am and when I was asked, "Do you miss Texas?' I confidently said, "No, I don't miss Texas.  I miss people in Texas.  Not everyone, but there are a few I really miss." So here you have it...my "basket of deplorables." My dad...having breakfast with him and shooting the shit aka getting all the family chisme and talking a little sports. My mom...her big smile and warm embrace.  Her IDGAD attitude and her undying ability to help those around her. My Bestie Esmer...sitting at her kitchen table and laughing at pendejadas and tonteras...oh wait...we still do that but now it's on the phone. My Big Mijo Eduardo...coffee or Shiners

Life has a funny way of bringing things back into your life until you have learned whatever it is you need to learn.  This I have found out, the hard way.  Too many times I have asked, "Why does this shit keep happening?"  Well my friends, it happens so you can wake up!  Snap out of it!  Get a grip!   Lately I've become painfully aware of some things I like to refer to as character flaws.  The first step is recognizing that they exist and for someone like me, a self-proclaimed badass, admitting that there might be some work to do is not easy.  I think I'm pretty great.  I think others would agree and if they don't agree they're probably too scared to admit it.  So what I know about the universe is that what you send out you get right back.  It is a daily struggle to send out happy, positive vibes because we all know I get fired up from time to time.  The fiery Texas girl wants to put people in check...imagine Yosemite Sam, guns a blazing...but what you

*a   rising   again,   as   from   decay,   disuse,   revival;  the act of causing something that had ended or been forgotten or lost to exist again, to be used again, etc. The title of this blog post is in no way meant to offend anyone and by no means is it a comparison to religious beliefs.  It is simply a word taken from the dictionary to best describe the return of my blog on a day in which many acknowledge Christ's Resurrection.   As I sit alone today, preparing to celebrate my first Easter in a new place, away from my kiddos, my parents, my siblings and close friends, I have time to reflect on the events of the last few years.  To say they have been challenging would be an understatement.   The Couch Chronicles was my escape, my outlet, a place to unplug from the world and let out my frustrations.  Once I had reached the place where I felt contentment and peace, I believed it was time to say farewell to my personal blog that chronicled the journey.  But today, I've