My Traffic Life

I am Mae German. 34 years old. Born in Mangatarem, province of Pangasinan. I was taught and trained by Juan Dela Cruz, and I am currently being trained for more by Uncle Sam. Writing since the age of 12. Blogging since 2001. I keep a notebook and a pen in my bag, on my bedside table, and inside the bathroom. Misses a lot. Sometimes even my own voice. Loves to laugh. Sometimes even at myself. I am a work in progress. My ultimate dream is to be a SAHM. That is, if I am bound to have that chance in this lifetime... and I am.

My Traffic Rules

Don't take my words personally. At times, not even literally. This is my journal. You're my reader. My spectator. Applaud. Yawp. Yawn. Smile. Frown. Rave. Rant. Or not. Neither can I see you from where I am standing nor can I hear you.

This is not my life. Maybe just a part of it. But this is me meandering through life. My emotions fluctuate. My opinion varies. If it's too hot in here and you can't take it, leave. If it's dull and too cold, go somewhere else for warmth. I won't wipe the frown on your brow.

My stories, unless stated otherwise, are mostly fictional. Fiction could be based on reality. Still, they are fiction. Don't own it. Don't live in it. It is what it is. Leave it.

Watch out for the traffic light. Follow the rules. Cruise.

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I think our neighbor is putting their house on sale. With the crisis now, maybe it's better if they have their property featured on a site (like the Wilmington NC real estate), eh? NOMB, I know. I was just curious while doing my thing outside.

I can't drive my truck and do some mowing now. Like the leaves of every tree, the grass is changing colors as well.

The Fall: Some says it is the end of the exuberance of summer and the preparation for the slumber of winter. For me, it is the grandest among the four seasons. Tho' I have yet to experience them all, I knew, even before, that I will love the Fall.

I love the colors of Autumn. Green to light green, to yellow, to orange or red, to brown. Ahhh.. the magnificent work of nature.

And since I can't mow the lawn now (missing it!), I tried another fun task in the yard-- raking and collecting maple leaves of different colors. Never mind the cold breeze outside and my hands getting callous but I just can't get enough of the falling leaves from the maple trees. I can even sit and watch them fall if I want! And today was not an exception. *wink*

Fallen, though they are,
they are adored.

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Hi!
My name is Jessika!