Plethora of Everything

 Hello!     I'd love to blog more, but don't have time! When I am asked to write something, as was the case with this letter, if I think it could serve someone else in any way (and if it's not too personal for someone of course), I'll share it on this account.      This could be an eye opener to some: when a 'newcomer' marries an American citizen, proof must be submitted that the marriage is legitimate.  For my first marriage we had to do an in-person interview, take in pictures, etc.  Nowadays apparently they let you, or allow you to, submit letters!  Hence this one written for a new, but dear friend, Neirivan.  Lots of Love~ November 29, 2022 To Whom It May Concern, This letter’s purpose is to certify that I, Jessica Layne Pita, have been a witness to Robert Taylor and Neirivan Rossetti’s beautiful marriage, and love for one another. Not only was I present on June 10th, 2021, the day of this couple’s sma...

 This is copy of the brief email I just sent Sam's swim coach. I'm sharing it on this blog to 1.) have it to one day look back on, no matter what happens with his swimming pursuits and 2.) possibly help other parents evaluate their motives for their kids practicing sports Jessica Pita   < jlpita44@gmail.com > 11:29 AM (0 minutes ago) to  Nonie     This has been our 1st experience with meets, and we learned a lot!      - We learned that you either stay all day, or risk missing your meet.     Do most families stay all day for meets?      Fab and I are thinking we may wait until next spring to start entering Sam in      meets since it does seem to be a major time commitment.      Like I told Sam, we don't have him in a sport (swimming) so he can 'learn to win'     and/or 'be the best.'   Those would be byproducts of the benefits of practicing a sport.   ...

  Jessica Pita   < jlpita44@gmail.com > 11:49 AM (37 minutes ago) to  karen.maynard ,  robert.lush ,  dave.bell ,  Patrick ,  Geoff ,  Erin To Whom It May Concern,     But wait, it concerns all of us, so this email is to  all of us,  all of our city, to any and everyone that will listen, and look .           What is it: Litter.      Why is it a problem: It's immoral to disrespect our mother, our planet, by using any and all of her grounds as  a dump . It's wrong, and should be punishable to the fullest extent of the law.      Who's the culprit: the litterbugs.      Why aren't we using surveillance cameras to capture these despicable beings, and then follow up with a hefty ticket in the mail?? -They can pay the ticket, or go pick a 1 mile radius where they were  caught littering. - Caught littering? -Is that possible? -With all o...

 Count the days, there cannot be too many. You can do this. Don't look at billboards.  Don't look at litter. Don't listen to news. Don't listen to your child's smartass replies.  Don't look in the mirror.  You can do this.  Don't do that... don't go there. Don't go anywhere.  Stay here... but here is not comfortable.  But why... that's too deep.   Just stay here, don't go there. Don't go there. Go there, go on a plane, go far away.   Go away from today. Go away from how you feel.  But you have to do that while you stay here.   How...that's too deep. That's too hard.  Just stay here. Just deal.  Just deal. Just cope.  \ You can do it. You've done it before... but why again ...that's too deep.   Just rest. -I can't. 

 Tengo un hambre que la comida no puede acabar.  Tengo un lado tan oscuro, que ni siquiera quiere conocer el lado bueno.  -Son opuestos, nunca juntos, pero siempre atados.  Se puede viajar para x un rato escapar... Pero vuelve estar presente muy de repente.  Por tanto tiempo viví en un sueño... entre un sueño y la realidad. Cuando me desperte', no me gustó lo percibido... todo bravo, preocupado... dolido.  Pero no pude más entrar en ese sueño, esa mentira en que x un rato yo vivía. Y x ahora no se que- Me gusta mucho lo que hay de la vida, lo que hay de mi, lo que hay de ti... me encanta... todo de ti . Mi familia, mi orgullo, mi sinceridad, mi claridad, mi verdad... son cosas lindas, bellas.  Pero siempre hay el lado oscuro, que as veces me consume, sin mi permiso. Mantenme atado a su voluntad mi Dios, Jesús hermano, que yo tambien si he visto la luz...  y que as veces yo tampoco se si puedo con esta cruz.  Solo se en la calma no me puedo pe...

My mom is a talker.  And she's a loud talker.  Her quiet voice is... well... I'm not sure she has a quiet voice! Of course I love my mom.  We've had our ups and downs as most mothers and daughters have, but enjoy a pleasant and comfortable relationship now, and have for years.  That being said, I've never been one of those daughters that's like, "My mom is my best friend.  We get along so well.  We could talk for hours."  I think it's sweet some daughters have that kind of relationship with their mothers and I know plenty of such mom-daughter duos but, my mom and I aren't like that!  We typically talk for a few minutes, just to catch up, every 2-3 days and see each other once/week, for a few minutes at a time.  My mom likes to spend quality time with her only grandson, my son, every week if possible, which is nice.  So, Knowing the Relationship I have with my Mother (we're close but not 'talk-every-day-kind-of-close...

After Sasha's tragic death     I was depressed for some time.  I cried a lot.  I thought I heard her walking through the house.  I took a photo of her empty crate, hoping to miraculously see her in the developed photo as 'proof' she was O.K.  I hugged her blanket nightly.      One day I sat in bed and watched t.v. ( awe, life before kids right ?!).  -Back then we had DISH, this was in 2006.  I never really watched the cartoon channel by myself but for some reason on this day I flicked through and stopped on the cartoon, or maybe it was a Disney channel.       By chance the movie, "All Dogs Go to Heaven Part II," was on.  This was a coincidence I thought since Sasha had recently been killed and I was heavily mourning her.  I left the movie on for a minute and quickly discovered, the lead female dog character's name was Sasha .  This comforted me.  I did feel it was a sign in a way...

In 2006 I was 26 years old. I had been married, graduated from college and bought my first house, all within a year.      -So it was an exciting time.  " Why not adopt a dog ,"  I thought naively.      I mean we had a house, and a mostly-fenced-in-yard, so a dog made sense. We already had a cat and a bird.     So I went to the municipal shelter, naively.      I wanted a puppy, naively.      None were really jumping out at me as I thought should happen so I somewhat randomly settled on a little caramel-colored and white 10 week old bully breed.      After choosing my puppy with about as much forethought as I'd use to choose a dress, I was walked down a concrete hallway of the shelter by a halfway house worker, doing his time 'working' ( very well and diligently I might add ).      Another halfway house worker crossed our paths... with a puppy in his arms....

December 05, 2018 Tire Discounters Corporate Office,     On November 28 th , a Wednesday, I took my car to your 9514 Preston Hwy. Louisville, KY. 40229 store.     I took my car there for an alignment since the steering wheel was pulling slightly to the left after having had it balanced elsewhere. The place that balanced it didn't have equipment to align it which is why I took it to Tire Discounters for the alignment.     The staff was welcoming and friendly. Within a few minutes the 'sales person,' Mr. Jamie Howard, called me back to show me the problem- it needed new control arms. Jamie and the mechanic showed me the bushings of the control arms were eroded and said they should be replaced so I'd enjoy the smoother ride I was after.     I wasn't anticipating the need to change any parts when I walked into Tire Discounters so this caught me off guard. And speaking of guard, I didn't have mine up as I wasn't aware a tir...

As a practitioner of positivity I did not want to hear it...     All the negative responses upon mentioning our plans to foster a child.  And, don't get me wrong, I only mentioned it to close friends, a few family members and women I perceived would be supportive of our plan.     But even those few people, my mother, grandmother, women with advanced degrees that work or worked in social work, my childcare provider... were not encouraging with the idea to foster a child.  I was surprised and saddened by this and resolved to buckle down that much more on the idea to foster a child.      "All the negative stigma that goes along with fostering only proves to me we're that much more needed you know?" I said to my husband one evening.      He agreed. Both of us were a little nervous but on board to foster a child.      Our 4-year-old son, Sam, loved the idea of having a 'foster brother' to play w...