I will Survive...Sing it Gloria!

I'm alive.
That's great 'cause I swore I was dying on Saturday. Thank God there was enough snow outside to cover my body and keep me frozen for a while until the hubs could take me out and buried me (or just dump my ass in the Ocean, either way I'm cool).
Seriously, WTF? Getting sick again...WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYY? I already had my turn. UGH. And this time I refuse to be sick, REFUSE I SAY. I am going to be Dancing the night on Christmas eve, fist pumping, running man jumping, Vogue posing, Macarena style! I'll call it: I've-never-been-drunk-in-my-life-but-i"ll-pretend dance.
yeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Disclosure: If you think I'm a little hyper is 'cause MIL brought some medicine from the motherland (which by the way, will sell you anything without a prescription) and I'm overdosing on it in order to get better. That and large amounts of caffeine...and chocolate :)
So the flight was cancelled Saturday night, but we were able to reschedule for Sunday, which BTW got delayed. It took us 5½ hours to JFK Airport. UGH. Madness. The streets where cover with snow and ice on the towns, but the highway wasn't terrible. Still we were stuck in NYC for the night ('cause little guy started screaming like a banshee when he felt the cold and plus, it was a long ride to make it back)
We ended up crashing with the hubs family, which was actually a lot of fun. It felt like camping. SERIOUSLY. Eight adults and 2 kids in a one bedroom apartment. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...ok, calming down now. Yeah, but seriously it was fun though. For me at least, not for the people who actually had to work the next day and stepped and tripped all over the place on their way to the bathroom. Buahahahahahahaha...way funny.

So Big guy made it and we headed back home Monday, the traffic was horrendous and it only took us...uhm...about 6 hrs to come home...yeah...fun. And THEN I decided to be responsible and told my boss I was coming in to do some payroll ('cause I know if its not done people will come with torches and pitch forks to get me) so after that drive I worked from 5pm to about 8:30pm.

All while being sick.

Then home to take care of the hubs and baby.

Cleaning bottles at 11:30pm.

I'm a freaking Goddess. Go ahead, say it. You know is true :)

I'm feeling better today, also cause the little guy finally is sleeping more. That and the fact that I got a Christmas present: A LUSH SET! (yummy Yummy Yummy Shower Gel & fairy Tail Sugar Scrub) Doing some dancing right now!

So here are some pictures of this crazy and blessed weekend:

A not-so-impressed-by-the -snow-baby:

A not cleaned street:

Webarelymadeitoutofthehouse home:( Sis home)

Me, in a cute hat (SHUT IT HUBS)

Oldest calling his grandma after arrival:(and hubs trying to bite...his head?)

Warm baby loving Sis tree:

This is what I learned these last 4 days:

*snow is so pretty...from inside the warm home.

* Airports need WAAAAAY more seating

*it's real: the feeling that if you don't pee right this minute you are going to die

*I'm so glad hubs does the snow shoveling thing

*People CAN and WILL smell the Vick's Vaporub on you :)

*You can survive while breathing out of one nostril.

*there is no better Christmas present than to have your family together.

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ARRRRRGGGG - Snowed in !

Still in MD. We got snowed in and big guy's flight got cancelled so he is schedule for tomorrow afternoon. Dear Hubs went outside and try his hardest to clean up a little but the street is not plowed at all. We are thinking of waking up at 5am and try then.
The news said that according to the police they were over 2900 reported accidents in MD/VA so we dont want to risk it tonight.
Here is the view from the front window:

That is our car prior to the hubs trying to clean it. And this is the table in the backyard...yeah...looks like a bundt cake...and now I'm hungry!

So Sis is making sancocho ( a soup from the motherladn with lots of meat and vegetables) and I had 2 cups of hot cocoa. Wish me luck for tomorrow. Hopefully we'll make it out.

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News and some Favorites for 2009

This Xmas is so going to rock! Seriously I’m in such a freaking good mood I’m actually annoying myself. I’m acting like one of those perky- happy-all-the-time-cheerleader-type that I hate so much. YIPEEEEEEEEEEEEE
That or maybe the huge amounts of sugar I’ve been consuming thanks to all the baskets they send to the Big Boss is making me high. Either way I’m so happy “no one is gonna break my style”! Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Anyhow, it’s official. I got a confirmation ticket for my oldest. He’ll be officially here tomorrow night (if the snow storm lets him land) so cross your fingers and toes for me…GO ON DO IT!

I’ll take pictures of the reunion. The plan is that Hubs is going to wear a hat and glasses and have a sign that reads: Mr. blahblahblah. I’m going to pretend to be a fan and have a huge sign with his name and I will start screaming like a Jonas Fan on Acid. It’s going to be superb and if all goes to plan he will be severely embarrassed by his Mom and we will call it even…for now.

So back to Moi. There is a few things that I’m really liking right now. I try to make a list every year of my Fav for that year so I can look back and laugh my ARS off when I see them later in life. I mean seriously, who told me using 5 pairs of socks of different colors was cool?. It did save my ankle when a horse decided to kick me, but that’s another story.

So this year I have just a few... for now. There are things from last year that are still in my favorite list like Coastal Scent Makeup, CVS, Honey Nut Cheerios, and a bunch more.

1.The first Item is a baby item: Up & Up Nighttime Baby Bath from Target. I love the smell and how gentle it is. The price is just right too (Below Johnson’s) try it.

2. Urban Decay Primer Potion. Love it. Your eye shadow will not crease with this and makes it stick so even the cheapest kind will work beautifully. My only complain is that because of the shape of the tube, there is a huge amount of product in it that you will need to de-potted in order to get it. (you can see tutorials on YOUTUBE for this)

3.Shoes that look high couture but aren’t. These are from payless my friends and they are fearless (Yes, I own them) The inside is the most beautiful blue and gold satin.

4.Nutella. My Godfather use to get this for us when I was litlle. Love it then and love it now!

5.Don’t hate me. This is another baby product: The Boppy. Since I had the little guy this year I’m all into it. I still use it and it makes the feeding oh so confortable. Why didn’t they have these 17 yrs ago?!

There you have it. There is also a few other things I'm loving-like my set of makeup brushes- so I'll let you know about those later. Oh, and I have a story about when Mommy Dearest bit a Donkey. Seriously.

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Adventures in Dating

Fair warning: These kinds of posts may be long so I decided I am going to be splitting them for easy reading.

So it’s only fair that I introduce you to the wonderful world of dating “Patricia’s Style”
HEHEHEHE Ok, so not really since I have no clue how on earth I manage to get married ~ I’m thinking hubs must have had temporary insanity or something but he is stuck now since I don’t believe in divorce: either he kills me or I’ll kill him :)

I have the worst dating record in history. And that my friends, is including fictitious characters that you may found around. If there was a weirdo or looser in a 20 mile radius, you can bet my beautiful huge ARS that I was attracted or was in contact with him. I am not even going to go into detail of the wonderful character I dated for 3 agonizing years, fighting my family over him, nurturing him back to health (both physically and psicologically), the fact that I quit a semester of college for him, and all the other crap I had to put up with…only to have him called me on a Friday afternoon to tell me he had met someone two weeks prior and that he was getting married that Saturday. Yeeeeeeahhhhh, he was nice that one.

Did I mention he kept calling me after that and wanting to be my “friend”? The sad part is that I did continue to be his friend for a few years until I finally cut his poisonous ass from my life. I can understand Serial killers after him.

No, my friends. I want to talk about the fun ones. The hysterical ones, the ones that where a little weird, the odd ones and the ones that are a lot of fun to talk about.

Let’s start with boyfriend #57 shall we? (I have no clue which number he was so this is just random and silly):

He was absolutely gorgeous. I actually saw him at his place of work one day and never ever dreamt that he would look at me. His name was Angel, and by golly he looked like one. Then one day I was walking downtown to get my car after a fight with the Mother. He is walking towards me and gives me a compliment on my eyes. I Think I said “yeah whatever” and he though that was cute and follow me in his car and offered me a ride. (Mind you this was back in the motherland where this is not so creepy). I told him no, but when I realized who it was, I ended up taking his number.

Oh Boy! The fun we had…well, not really but I have fun talking about him. He asked me to the movies. I told him yes but that 2nd oldest sis will tag along {I liked her, so that was my idea} he said he was ok with this. He picked us up on a Saturday evening and drove us to the movie theather. We parked, we walked, then he made the line for the tickets… he bought himself one and walked in…leaving me and my sister with our jaws dropping. We laughed and just got our own tickets. By the time we got inside he had already bought himself a Large Soda and Popcorn. Oh, don’t worry, he signal to the bag and asked me if I wanted some. Really? A handful just for me? I’m sorry but chivalry is not dead in my book. AND THEN he tried to kiss me Good Night. I-don’t-think-so. That was so weird and so funny that I decided it to give him a chance.

We talked and he was nice. But after a few weeks my birthday came and this guy (who by the way was in no way poor) did not even send me a card. My BFF (ha! I finally got a use for that!) had sent me a balloon arrangement with a Teddy and chocolates. I took the card that came with it and hide it. I was waiting for him to come visit that evening and I though maybe he was waiting to see me. No such luck. So when he asked me about the arrangement I innocently said “Oh my, I though it was from you!” Now I am not materialistic in any shape, size or form but one single rose or a card would have gone a long way, especially if you are trying to wow me. I cut him loose a few days after and he actually had the nerve to show up at my job and asked for a chance ‘cause he really liked me. Yeah, ok buddy. NEXT!

One more for today:

Proposed date guy #73

I met him thru Match.com when I was in a point in my life that I just wanted to go out and meet people. (Which my friends assured me was going to secure a prime position on the local newspaper headlines). He seemed normal thru his profile and we agreed to meet in person after a few weeks of talking online. I am not completely crazy (insert joke here) so I decided to meet him at the Manhattan Mall in NYC. I figure lots of people, lots of places to hide.

Before I proceed I should tell you that I’m short. I’m 5 feet full of sassiness tall just like Shakira. Too bad that’s where all the similitude’s end ~Carry on.

So when I saw him with book in hand (yeah, I went there) I was like “you are joking right?” I mean I know what 5” 10” looks like and you are definitely NOT IT. But I hate hurting people’s feelings so I decided to meet him anyways. He was nice and polite and preppy. He took me to a Japanese Restaurant and was a gentleman all the way. The conversation was nice, nothing earth shattering but as we walked back I though, well maybe I just gained a new friend. So we are talking and walking and we just passed in front of St. Patrick’s Cathedral and he turns his head to look at me and smiles and asked in the sweetest politest voice: "Do you like to be spanked?” and gave me the creepiest smile EVER.
TAAAAAAXI!!!!!

I suddenly had a stomach ache and cut the night short. Uhm, No, no need to walk me to the train station, I will get on this cab right away or run from you like a bat out of hell, but thank you. Yeah, sure…of course I’ll email you. BYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. As I was running in my heels to hail that cab.

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P.S
Not to give TMI but even if I did like that, seriously asking me? On a first date?
And yes, they are more dating stories to come :)

For Lori

Today I have a really long post about a dear friend. I know it's Christmas time and is supposed to be all happy and cheery, and all about decorating and the fluff but I keep thinking about her a lot lately and I think she should deserve a post just for her.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the way we judge people. People around us that we think they are so nice and really deep down they aren't. People that seem friendly but they are not. Or the worst kind of judgement: people that we JUDGE for they way they look/act and that are really kind people, nice people, sick people, suffering people. People that Just want to feel loved, cared, or even just talked to.

I believe everyone has a story.

If you pay attention and listen you’ll find that everyone has something to say, has some story
to tell. Sometimes the story is funny or silly; sometimes is sad, and others are tragic. This one is both sad and tragic to me.

I was a bad friend. I failed to notice the desperation on a friend’s actions.

I met Lori while working as a Design Consultant. She was super hyper and full of energy.
She was in her early 40’s. No kids, never been married.

She talked a lot always :) . She was very particular if not odd. She dressed in suits but wore Cowboy boots. She love the southwestern lifestyle but sold the European Country like there was no tomorrow. She drank a lot of Black Cherry Soda and ice Coffee but hated regular coffee. She had a dog that she loved more than life itself. She refused to have sex with a guy she really liked
‘cause she had only shave one of her legs (that's for another story). Odd I tell you. But she was funny. She was like a used car salesperson in a good way. Very colorful.

When I left the job we kept in contact and went out to eat a few times. She acted really weird, but nothing crazy enough for me to be concerned. She fought with the waiter (in a more than loud voice) at a Italian Restaurant 'cause she wanted butter not Olive Oil for her bread, when they brought the butter she didn't even touch it and proceeded to use the oil.

Her voice was louder than normal in our conversations after that. Then the other friend we had in common also told me of a similar situation at the movie theater. She was acting so weird. Of course we just though she was really sad about her father’s death. She had lost her father that
year and had to see him died. She was all alone at that time (her parents where Divorced). Even though we talked all the time suddenly she stopped answering my calls, she never returned them - no emails either. She was always responsible and all of the sudden
she was missing work a lot. She was taking cabs and claimed her car was in the shop. People where calling her asking for money at the work place. We all though she had money issues and just was to embarrassed to tell us. We didn't get why her car got reposessed. It got so bad with her missing work so many times that they had to let her go. Our mutual friend went by her home (BTW-At that time I was already living in another state) after several attempts to contact her by phone and email.

When she saw Lori she said that she looked like she hadn’t had a bath in days and certainly smelled liked it too. That was so strange. We kept trying to call and email her with no avail. I have to say that a one point I gave up ad thought if that was the way she wanted it so be it. I though she was just acting up asking for attention. I though she was just being stupid. We though that she was acting crazy and though she was the bad friend to us.

Then, on December 11, 2008 I received this email from our mutual friend:

“Hi Patricia, I have some bad news about Lori. She passed away from a brain tumor on November 28th. Below is the link to her obituary. I feel horrible. All that time she was behaving erratically was because of the tumor. Her mother had called me at Williams Sonoma right before Thanksgiving to tell me that Lori was sick and needed surgery. I planned to visit her after the holiday weekend since C's mom was in town, but it was too late. Sorry to be the bearer of such sad news, but I thought you would want to know.

T”

Lori passed away.

No words can ever express the sadness that I felt- the guilt.
How could us- her friends- not see this?

How could we judge her like we did?

This taught me that we have to learn to listen better, to be better people, to see the others and listen to them without judgment. We have to try harder at being better friends, neighbors, family. We have to LISTEN to the clues around us and never ever give up on people. We have to be more compassionate and not judge the nerd at work, the person that
dresses a little different, the one that may seem odd to us.

I have to be better.

I owe that much to Lori. So here is to you odd balls of the world. To the Princess the acts out to impress other people, to the rebel that just wants someone to ask what is wrong, to the one that reads the book alone at lunch and not because is really interesting.

And here is to the wonderful fulfilling life that God has blessed me to have everyday. To come home to this, no matter what kind of day I have- is a blessing:

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I want the world...

My song of the day (playing over, and over in my pretty little head):

Veruca Salt:Gooses! Geeses!I want my geese to lay gold eggs for Easter

Mr. Salt:It will, sweetheart

Veruca:At least a hundred a day

Mr.Salt:Anything you say

Veruca:And by the way

Mr. Salt:What?

Veruca:I want a feast.

Mr. Salt:You ate before you came to the factory

Veruca:I want a bean feast!

Mr. Salt:Oh, one of those

Veruca:Cream buns and doughnuts and fruitcake with no nuts So good you could go nuts

Mr. Salt:You can have all those things when you get home

Veruca:No, now!!

I want a ball

I want a party

Pink macaroons and a million balloons

And performing baboons and ...Give it to me

Rrhh rhhhNow!

I want the world

I want the whole world

I want to lock it all up in my pocket

It's my bar of chocolate

Give it to me

Now!

I want today

I want tomorrow

I want to wear 'em like braids in my hair

And I don't want to share 'em

I want a party with room fulls of laughter

Ten thousand tons of ice cream

And if I don't get the things I am after I'm going to scream!

I want the works

I want the whole works

Presents and prizes

and sweets and surprises

Of all shapes and sizes

And now

Don't care how

I want it now

Don't care how

I want it now

(above is the New Veruca Salt)

hehehehehe- got to love that. I love, love this Character from the Original "Willy Wonka"

Anyhewwwwwwwww.

I'm in a supper dupper mood because after waiting forEVER an a day, Big Guy (aka oldest child) is coming in 2 weeks!!!

We are spending Christmas in NYC, and it's going to be oh-so-great!

We are meeting with tons of friends and family, eating a ton of delicious food from the motherland and enjoying to our hearts content.

We may also be away for New years going to "Los Poconos" PA, which in Winter is the place to be! yaaaaayyyyyy. I needed to feel so happy. I can't wait for you to see my big guy. I think we should spent our first night together pulling an allnighter, talking, watching old movies and eating tons of junk.

What do you think?

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Only happens to me.

Uy.
Someone grab a pen 'cause these stuff would only happens on a sitcom.
Seriously, the weirdest things always happen to me. Why? 'cause I'm a prone to be a clown, or like my dear Alain calls it "should be married to Jim Carey", or because I'm just plain stupid.This week I manage to glue my right eye.

glued shot.
with nail glue.
go ahead. go laugh, snort coffee out of your nose. I'll wait.

yeah, no kidding there. I wish I would have taken a picture but then I had more pressing matters; like making sure that $h#! was not going to blind me. One Eye Willie? Cool. One eye Patricia? naaaaaaaaaah. (do you remember that movie?)

So I have made so adjustments to our budget and gave up my addiction to do my nails *SNIFF*
(hoping to get back to it SOONER rather than latter) but anyways, I had a rip in one of my nails that was driving me mad. So I grab the nail glue an put a drop on it. Of course at the same time Pearl decides she is going to jump me. So I gesture to her to get off, shake my hand, glue splatter to my eyelid. OK even if I TRIED to do that intentionally, I wouldn't have got that perfect shot.

AAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH

SO I'm running in circles, saying (yeah, talking not screaming) to the hubs, Crap I glued my eye. And he has the look that questions: "Did you drink today"?

he only says: whatdayamean.you.glued.your.eye?
LOL
Ok, now its funny even to me. I looked at him and he sees that I look like Sloth from "The Goonies" Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy yoooooooooouuu guuuuuyssssss

Now, he is freaking out and telling me maybe we should go to the hospital. But all I do is laugh and said this will only happen to Moi. ARG. Go to the bathroom laughing, my sister and my niece found me on the way.

My sweet innocent little Mia looks at me and sees my eye and gasps and says (while pointing with her little 20 month old index): Ninaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!
My sister exclaims: "how you do that?" which I reply: Only me Karina, only me~~~~

What should I do? what should I do? what should do? Splash some watter...doesn't do diddly squat. and that's what the bottle says, wash your eye. UGH.

Great.
Makeup remover? uhmmmm, its working , its working, its working...then I see that lucky me, my eyelashes got the most of it, so I'm pulling them off. (can you see this?) and laughing, and cursing, all together. After doing that for 10 minutes it finally came off.

My eye was saved.
My bottom eyelashes? not so much.

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P. S.

I found a funny lady. Check her out: Kelly @ Dare to be Domestic