I got my Poodle Skirts, Cat Eye Glasses and Saddle Shoes...

I'm completely against the whole women's revolution. I really am. I think I should have been born in the 50's instead of this era.

Yes, very fun for me...yippee...we are equal to men, we get to go to work like them, and pay our own bills, and be independent, and I don't need no men to take care of me, and I can open my own dammed door, and I want to make as much as men do, and I can have my own house, and my own car, and I don't even need them to have kids anymore, and I get to go home alone with my cat fifi, and eat tuna together. Yeap, I'm independent woman. See where I'm getting at?

I know that I'm going to be crucified but honestly I don't know why being a feminist is so good.

OK, so we get to go to work like men do...only we still get to go home and take care of the house just as well, but we get so stress because we want to be good at it, and there's a list of never ending chores to do.

We get pay like they do, then we complaint when a guy ask for us to go half on a dinner out, or when we have to pay for our own stuff. We get to be independent, yet we complaint that men no longer believe in chivalry and there is very rare that you find a guy now days that open doors, picks up the bill, gets up to give us his seat and is a gentleman. We told them we didn't want that, that we wanted to be treated equally.

Fine. If you wanna go there and say we have the right to vote, the right to go to college and all that Jazz. But I like how in the 50's-60's that was YOUR option. If you wanted to go to school that was ok, but no one judge you if you wanted to be a stay at home mom like they do these days. I get it. Sometimes we don't have a choice. My Aunt Norma had 3 kids and was a single Mom after her divorce and had no choice but to work. I know that yes...sometimes those SAH moms would like (and should) get a day off. A day to go out and enjoy your girlfriends or sisters. And I probably would missed the hole camaraderie of work, but I can always meet people for lunch, or go shopping with them, or to the movies, or go to have coffee. I do it now and I have less time.

But the funny part is that we are now being judge BY WOMEN all the time. "Really, you are giving up your career to SAH, but Whyyyyyy?", "You enjoy staying at home and cooking for your husband!?", " You don't know the house bills?"

I personally would be so much happier to be at home, taking care of the house and our kids, baking and doing laundry and making sure when the hubs got home there was a nice meal for all of us to enjoy together as a family. I have people look at me weird because I like to serve my hubs his meals. It makes me happy that this little gesture makes him feel appreciated.

Right now our life is off the charts crazy. Financially I cannot stay home. But I would love to be home and enjoy my kids. Yes, I was independent and even own a home well before I met the hubs, but that's also because I never thought I would get marry. Is like in the movie "HITCH" when Will Smith says when women state: "This is a really bad time for me," or something like "I just need some space," or my personal favorite "I'm really into my career right now"And she may be into her career, but what she's really saying is "Uh, get away from me now," or maybe "Try Harder dummy". Lying! It's not a bad time for her. She doesn't need any space. ... no matter when, no matter who... any man has a chance to sweep any woman off her feet...they just need the right broom"

He is SO right. No matter what you say every woman in the world wants to be loved, be taken care off (not necessarily financially), wants to feel the butterflies...no matter what. Even a cynic like me that pretended to never wanted to be married, longed for a person I could cuddle on the couch while watching Law & Order. Someone to call when something is wrong or when that bitch from work is at it again or when your mother is driving you insane. But we don't give men a chance.

WE women had turn the men in our world into the self centered beings that they are. We told them we don't need them, we don't depend on them. Then we complaint. Don't get me wrong, my husband does help in the house and takes care of the baby...but so did my father and he is 82.

I don't mean that we have to be servant and go hand a beer to our husband while they're sitting in the recliner in front of the TV's, scratching his manhood. That's not what I mean at all. I mean we should be happy when we make the decision to stay home and take care of a family...which is the hardest most fulfilling job of all.

I’m menacing…grrrrrrr….I’m gonna get you…grrr…PANIC DAMM IT!

I had a really nice weekend. We got to go out to a German Restaurant on Saturday night (but the food was just ok...yo won't be hearing me saying:I'm dying for German food any time soon) and yesterday we hang out with the hubs cousin and girlfriend and watch our little one eat Macaroni & cheese like is nobody's business...so i gave him chocolate ice cream...which may explain why he was up pass 10pm...uhm...anyways...

I also think the good mood had something to do with me having some good ol' time by making fun of people this weekend.

Exhibit A:

A guy at work calls me and says: I’m trying to email you, did you get it?
Me: no, I didn’t get anything.
GAW: Really?
Me: really. wanna come check…
GAW: your email is blahbiddyblah@somecompany.com
Me: nope, marry name now. Is Mrs.awesomeness@somecompany.com
GAW: ok…really?
Me: yeah. Tell you what. I’m going to email you and you just reply to it, ok?
GAW: OK!

sent email
a minute passes

I got an email reply from the guy.
GAW reply email: I got it. Did you get this one or not?

I wait a minute. Think about it. nah, this is too easy. could it be?

Me emailing him back: No, I didn’t get it. (Bwahahahahaha, evil laugh while typing)
GAW replies again: really? (He sounds concern) I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, must be the system…

Me (trying to contain laughter while replying again): yeah, must be that…try it again.

and he does…again...and again I reply to his email saying I didnt get it. He finally calls me and I can no longer hold it . I burst out laughing…Duffus: I was replying to the email so obviously I got it!

I know, 3rd ring of hell party of one, your table is now available.

Then I call my friend Tori…
Ring, ring, ring.

Tori: Helluuuuu
Me: wanna come with me to buy designer glasses?
Tori: Yeah, cool. Where?
Me: this Asian* dude apparently sells them from his basement. He has all sorts of stuff there.

Tori: really? uhm…how did you hear about it?
Me: a friend of my sister’s saw the add on Craiglist…so wanna come?

(warning bells ringing)
Tori: are you sure...

Me: yeah, of course,don’t be silly…
Tori: ok, call me when you are ready to go. (she sounds chipper)

So I did, and we are heading towards my car to drive to the "supposed guy" home. Now, she isn't stopping me in ANY WAY or telling me we shouldn't’t go. She is willing to go to this stranger's house and voluntarily get in his basement...I should mention she is only 24 and very gullible...

Finally I cracked laughing and told her I was kidding and that she was crazy for agreeing to go to a potential dangerous situation...she called me mean and crazy...I think she loves me.

Over & out

*(no offense to that ethnicity, it was just what crossed my mind)

The word of the day is AWESOMENESS

AWESOMENESS
Yeah, that’s me defined in one word today. Never mind the fact that today (the day that I had plan to do my makeup in a sunset-y awesomeness form) I’m wearing no makeup…nothing…zilch…zero…nada. Only moisturizer with SPF. Because I hate the sun.

ARRRRGGGGHHHHH

I was trying really hard to go to bed early last night, but right after making dinner AKA my little healthy fish dish (remember? Lent) I remember I needed to download Jay Z’s “Empire State” and then the hubs requested Lady Gaga’s “Telephone”. Shut up. Don’t judge. I can attest he is not gay. The man can dance and has a broad spectrum. hehehe. Spectrum. Dirty.

Back to my night.
So here I was, jamming to Jay and Gaga and showing the little one to shake what his momma gave him (get it? me…momma) He only got as far as waving his hands in the air but I think he was trying to raised the roof…while waving his fish dinner all over the place…including his hair. AWESOMENESS.

Anyways, when I finally had taken a shower I found the hubs laying on his stomach in bed, his face between his hands staring at the TV like a 15yr old would be looking at one of the Jonas Brothers…all glittery eye…no, he was not watching HBO’s “The Bunny Ranch”…he is so much more complex than that. Yes sirree, he was watching “Gladiator” oh no, not the Russell Crowe-I-WANNA-BATHE-IN-YOUR-SWEAT one, nope. Apparently in 1992 this little gem came out:

Now, I’m a huge all-things-relate-to-boxing fax and ROCKY IV can be on TV all day and I’ll be a happy gal, but I never heard of this. So there I was trying to catch some Zzz’s while he constantly nudges at me telling me I was missing the fight. When I was finally able to sleep, the little one kept waking up coughing, the hubs took care of him since I had to be up early and he was staying home but you know how it is. I still I have the Mommy Sensor thing installed on me back in 1992 and I wake whenever I hear my kids move too much. That sensor doesn’t shut off- is better than any Mommy camera. Then around 2:50am the little one coughed so much he actually throw up all over his crib. The hubs picked him up, but being a guy he placed him down in our bed; so guess what? Yeah…he throws up all over our bed too. So I was changing sheets, mat pads, and the baby at 3am. More AWESOMENESS. Then up by 5am.

I’m telling you I look hot today.

O & O

You have exhausted all of your talking rights by being crazy

TADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!


Yeap, I'm in one of my moods lately. This time is the happy go-lucky I hate so much. I'm about to slap myself silly if I don't stop. Is the rain I tell you. Awwwww...now if the hubs would finally cave in and gave me these boots I would be even more happily annoying.



And to add to my happiness I had fish Tacos for lunch YUMM, 'cause you know I'm finally going back to my roots and following lent. So far so good. And we've been figuring out the things we need to get to have the apartment the way we want...the only thing we need now is money. Bwahahahahaha

In other useless news, the little guy has been moved to the bigger kids area *SNIFF* he has grown so fast. His new thing is to say "yeah, yeah" while kind of shaking his hips.

I did not have sexual relations with Ricky Martin...That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

Over & Out

Here comes the rain again

Ahhh, what a beautiful Monday it is. You must think I lost my marbles (impossible since I never actually had them) but I can't help it. I get giddy when I wake up and I hear the rain on my window.

There is something so beautiful about a gray day, the cleaning effect of the water, the smell of the earth when it rains. I love driving in the rain, I love the cool breeze with the light spray of water. I love jumping in the puddles, yes...even in my work attire.

I had the most awesome weekend just spending time with the family, going to IKEA and having my little one try their furniture and giggle. We got a couple of stuff for his first birthday...so many ideas. I love it when we can be a family and just be with each other. Last night the little one didn't want to go to sleep so I started telling him of the first day we met and how he was all yucky and gooey and everything that happen, my search for a sandwich, etc...and he started giggling like he knew what I was saying..uhm... maybe he does :)

And today I woke up to find my dear friend the rain...ahhh...pure bliss. Even if while at work I found out there was a screw on my tire and had to change it to the spare one...no, not even that can change my mood.

I am so happy.

You know, this weekend I was browsing the TV and saw this reality show (don't judge- I had enough of Diego) called Giuliana & Bill. The woman is a TV presenter- maybe you know her. Well, here they are: a beautiful couple, 2 homes, both with wonderful careers and what I imagine a nice paycheck. But guess what? They are going thru so much to have a baby. So I though: huh-look at that. They have all that but little old me was blessed with something that a lot of people can't have.

So today I feel blessed (poor, but blessed) and so incredibly happy. Who would have tough.

Over & out

Pretty Girl

Yesterday's was Princess Mia's Second Birthday. After spending time with her and going home I was kind of sad. It just dawn on me she is no longer a little baby. I remember holding her for the first time in the hospital and she was this tiny thing a little over 6lbs. She was like an angel, so blond and pinkish. Now she is this little miss independent that tells her parents "Go to the movies" so she can hang out with me. She says things like "Where did Vinny go?" referring to the hubs. She tells Aiden: "I don't like it" if he pulls her hair. She is so smart and bright.

I got her a toy but I also got her these yellow rain boots that I would love for myself -remember I'm still pining for my HUNTERS boots- and it was so funny 'cause she squeal in delight and said "SHOES!" and put them on right away and would not take them off. Score. I knew she would love them. I guess I should be so happy that now I get to see another facet of her growing up. She will make those girly things so worth it (especially since we are not having any girls...hehehe...kidding...maybe...)

After all, I'm NINA because of you baby girl. So here is to you my precious little girl. Remember: I will always have gum for you.

Kiss Me, I'm Irish!

Happy St. Patrick's Day...after all my name IS Patricia!

I'm blue...

blue are the feelings that live inside me. I'm blue da ba dee da ba die...I have a blue house with a blue window...

Nail polish: China Glaze "For Audrey"

What's your damage Heather?

My damage is that I'm freaking sick AGAIN for the 11,000,000 million time.

Oh, but not only am I sick, hubs has been sick all weekend which means is his turn to get in to drama queen mode. What is it with men and getting sick? Seriously, is like having another infant.

Now, I know he is truly sick and hugging the toilet bowl like it's his brother from another mother, but all the drama + daylight savings+ cranky still sick baby= a very b!tchy me. Forget the fact that I'm coughing like an old time smoker or that I'm seriously contemplating hiding under my desk. Noooooo, lets forget all that and just focus on the fact that is Monday, that I have to get payroll rolling, that people seem to think that annoying me is fun, oh...and did I mention that I'm planning a birthday party? (which by the way is going to be pure awesomeness)

So here is to a happy sunny and bright day...or to crawling under the covers and ordering in.

Over........

She said:Have you lost your mind? (Shakes head vehemently) ....nope, still squishing around up there

Like everything in life you make plans, and then something happens.
We took yet another trip to NYC this weekend to finish my dental work. After I finished with my Endodontist here and found out it was going to cost me $2,500 for the work AND that my regular dentist wanted $550 cash to see me again, we decided it was betterto go see my Dear Cousin the Dentist who would do it for…FREE! (and yes, unbelievable enough I DO have insurance).

(hubs driving)

So off we went Friday night after work, it tooks us 2 extra hours to get there due to construction on the turnpike and the GW Bridge.
My poor little angel got sick in the car and all over me. I’m lucky enough to be holding my kids when they decided to have a vomit fest but I don’t mind really, I’m already immune to vomit, poo and things of the sorts. I have superpowers.

Saturday, after the dentist we hang out at home and got ready for a birthday bash. If you know my hubs family they don’t need a reason to party but when they do is even more fun. Seriously had a blast, even though at times the floor fell like it was gonna cave. Seriously. Like in one of those Youtube videos where people are in the middle of the dance floor and then KAPUT. My friend kept holding to the window ledge, while I emphatically tried to get up while holding a sleeping baby. Fun times I say.

(us...Oh my Grandma, what a big nose you have)


Unfortunately said child got sick…vomiting, fever, not eating,etc… and we don’t know if it was the teething, the long trip or the cold but we (him and I) spent
the last two days cuddling at home watching Nick Jr and reruns of Law & Order (hey, there just so much Dora, Blues Clues, Woobzy I can take on one day).





Sick bubba, and sick bubba with Mommy with no sleep

us with no sleep

It's a fake Wedding Mom, J-Lo has them all the time

I feel as if lately I have a lot of things to complain, so why stop now? :)
I hate technology. Ok~maybe not hate but I have a sort of hate-love-dislike relationship with it.

I seriously think technology is making us even more heartless and stupid. Don’t get me wrong, when it comes to medical issues, yes I’m all for new and improved methods (I HEART you Epidural). But I hate the fact that we are loosing the human touch.

I don’t care how efficient companies think they are, or how much it cost cost...talking to an answering machine like this is not my cup of coffee (I dont drink tea, remember?):
Please say or enter you 9 digit code
123456789
I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Please say or enter you 9 digit code
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9
I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Please say or enter you 9 digit code
Even slower 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9
I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Please say or enter you 9 digit code or say help.
Help
did you say setup?
NOOOOOO
I’m sorry. Please repeat again.
HELP
did you say loging?
No, no, no, no, help, help, help, help
I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Please say or enter you 9 digit code

ARRRRRRGG. $%^&* Hysterical isn’t? What happen to the Customer Service agent and the human touch? What happen to a speaking to a real live person?

Yeah, this doesn’t work for me. Another thing that bugs me is the PSP or DS game thingamajingy. I get that you want your kid to be quiet and all, but when you
go visit family and your kid WONT lift his head up to say hello there is a problem. I have boys. and yes, the oldest has a DS and he was dutily noted that he was not to walk around or go out with it. I know is not all of them but I had two kids in our family with issues with these things. One even went as far as peeing in his pants in order not to get up and leave the game. The other one recently told its Mom: “Mama, don’t talk to me when I’m playing”. She first laugh but then told him if he didn’t pay attention or responded to her it was going to be taken away.

Then the cell phones. Yes, they are convenient and useful in case of emergencies, but then you hear people walking on the supermarket with this conversation:
What you doing?...nah, nothing…I’m just walking in the market…you?...OK…did you know soup was THIS much? hahahaha…yeah…blahbiddy, blah, blah, ok, so bye!
Don’t get me started on the Movie Theater, bank, lines, etc…can’t that call just wait?. Do I really need to know that he is a cheating bastard and that you are gonna making him pay? Really? oh and the ring tones these days are hysterical…we had normal rings at one time, no Sean Paul asking me to “give him the light”. And don’t get me started on sexting and recording fights or even worst things…ugh…yeah, I’m NOT gonna go there because I may break into hives.

I remember the good old days (cause ya'know I'm old) and so wanna go back. I want to go back to calling someone at their house and if they are not there just actually calling then back. Heck even visiting if possible. Now everyone has at least 3 numbers to be located... and I cannot memorized all that, darn it.

How about a little privacy too while we're at it? I understand when you haven’t seen people for a while (sometimes decades) is so much fun to see they've befriended you on Facebook and you can chat for a bit. Believe me, having a son studying abroad makes this tool really helpful. At the same time I resent the lack of privacy. Updates like this: “@ the laundy doing my whites”, “I’m hungry”, “going to the Poconos/supermarket/Doctor/nail salon", "I'm constipated", etc. I mean, do we really need to know every.little.detail?

I remember when we use to go outside to play, meet with friends in real life instead of connecting thru a computer or texting. I remember passing notes instead. I remember not talking to friends when we got mad at them, instead of harassing them all over the net. I remember when I use to do things and not having to quickly turn to my phone so my facebook friends can hear all about my zit being the size of Mount Fuji. I remember my Mom yelling for us to come in to have dinner after a long successful afternoon climbing trees and playing outside. I remember using REAL words.

I’m not going to say that I don’t have these things, I do. I just hate that I live in a world where people respond to me with: IDK, TTYL, ROTFL, etc. I want to use technology for its advantages and not abuse it, I want people to be more aware of what you put out there may get you in trouble, may even hurt you or someone else. (BTW *did you catch that* Anyone seen the movie “Untraceable”). If you haven't go rent it.

It's so easy to find where you live, work, go to the gym, eat, and hang these days. Nothing is private. I just want to believe we can still be safe out there. That if one of my kids is being hurt, someone is going to use their cell phone to call for help instead of recording it. I want to believe that technology will make us feel closer to those who are far away, that is going to make my and every one's elses life easier. I know writing this on a blog is in itself an oxymoron, but I think you get where i'm coming from...you know...the left field, dress in heels and ready to rock.

Shhhh...they are coming to get me.....

I’ve been in a foul mood since last Thursday. No, is not the Hubs. He is being his usual kind-handsome-self.
I’m upset because being an OCD person little things reeeally bug me. The little man’s room like a bomb exploded there…while pigs played.
It’s a dumping ground of all things that I don’t know where to place in the house. Its haunted by Halloween decorations, pumpkins, a Xmas tree, lights, a paper rack, scrapbook supplies, conforters, luggage, rocking chair, dresser and nightstand, a hamper and a fat cat…not a pretty picture. I go in there and want to crawl into a ball and cry.

So when we got this place it was offered with a storage place in the building. The issue was we where never given the key for it. After arguing with them because they wanted me to be home in order to received it, the guy hands me the key and says: “make sure that your place is empty"
me: what-da-ya-mean? shouldn't’t it be empty being that they are all assigned?
him: “yeah, but sometimes they are not. So at that moment I KNEW he saw something.

So I hauled the baby with me and go there and sure enough, every-single-cage is full. The one marked D for our place doesn’t have a lock but is full. I don’t know whats in there. I called the management office again and they told me to just take another one, I told her they where all full. She repeat it…oh, just take which ever is empty…

me loosing my cool: “what part of they ARE.ALL.FULL you are not understanding?”

She said they will send a letter requesting to empty it out but it would take 2 weeks…UGH.MPH. $!#&*

FINE

I told the Hubs we should just dump it in the garbage or at least take it out of the cage, but he is too nice and wants to give them the 2 weeks. Darn manners.
I’m counting the days and if they are not out, I’m taking my aggression on those boxes…that or I‘ll donate it to Goodwill.

The one fantastic thing this past weekend was watching “Valentines Day”.

Seriously you need to go see it. I went with the sis and did we had a blast. I think I’ve been in several of the positions on these characters…what?...I dated a few…maybe a little more…ok, ok, TONS! There. I said it. Just make sure you want the bloopers on the credits. I love it.

In other news, I’m in love with a table I found on Craigslist. I luuuuuuuuvvvvvv it. And it’s Solid Oak. It’s selling for $90 but I’ll see if I can score it for less. I’m not about to spend a couple of hundred dollars with a little one playing cars-drawing on it.

So there you have it.

Over & Out