Astros versus Cincinnati Reds, tonight at 7:05 PM.
The Astros are kinda sucking lately. They have an 8-game losing streak going on now. Hopefully my presence at the game tonight will serve as a good luck charm and take them out of their funk.
We have awesome seats, right behind home plate. I think they are our Senior VP seats. I don't know how my boss got them, but he invited me to come along with him and three other coworkers. I'm so excited!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
It's Friday. What is my mood?
Has it ever happened to you that you wake up one morning and you don't quite know how you feel? I am at a crossroads today. I feel like the day could go either way: happy happy joy joy, or down in the dumps. Anxiety is lurking somewhere, waiting to be unleashed.
On the one hand, I am happy it's Friday. I have a long weekend ahead of me. But I think I will be busier than ever. As always, I put things off until the last minute. Last weekend I cleaned and dealt with piles of laundry, but most of the housecleaning is still pending. And Paula's party is tomorrow. I have been so tired during the week that I have not done much to improve that.
Also, I need to figure out what to do during Paula's party, if I need to come up with games or buy stuff to amuse the girls invited. Thankfully, the cake is being taken care of by the mom of one of Paula's friends, who makes custom cakes for a living. She is making a meerkat-themed cake for Paula.
And then there is work. So much to do! Many deliverables, many conference calls to schedule, many discussions to be had. Next week is going to be killer! My boss and several other people need me to prepare charts, slides, projections, provide answers. I have only been here for a little over a month and I felt like, other than my period in the hospital, I have hit the ground running. This is definitely a higher stakes job than my previous one. I only hope I am performing up to speed. My boss seems to be happy with me, and he has commended me a few times, but I need to keep on my toes.
So I guess my mood is anxious. But hopefully it will get better once I start accomplishing things.
On the one hand, I am happy it's Friday. I have a long weekend ahead of me. But I think I will be busier than ever. As always, I put things off until the last minute. Last weekend I cleaned and dealt with piles of laundry, but most of the housecleaning is still pending. And Paula's party is tomorrow. I have been so tired during the week that I have not done much to improve that.
Also, I need to figure out what to do during Paula's party, if I need to come up with games or buy stuff to amuse the girls invited. Thankfully, the cake is being taken care of by the mom of one of Paula's friends, who makes custom cakes for a living. She is making a meerkat-themed cake for Paula.
And then there is work. So much to do! Many deliverables, many conference calls to schedule, many discussions to be had. Next week is going to be killer! My boss and several other people need me to prepare charts, slides, projections, provide answers. I have only been here for a little over a month and I felt like, other than my period in the hospital, I have hit the ground running. This is definitely a higher stakes job than my previous one. I only hope I am performing up to speed. My boss seems to be happy with me, and he has commended me a few times, but I need to keep on my toes.
So I guess my mood is anxious. But hopefully it will get better once I start accomplishing things.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
If tomorrow you wake up with amnesia
Lori posted this on her blog and encouraged us to answer these questions if we so desired.
If tomorrow you woke up with amnesia:
What do you think you’d do firstly? Probably panic. I hate not knowing things, and not knowing your identity has got to be frightening.
Would you trust the first person who tells you about you (like a family member)?
Depends. I tend to be open and give people a chance. But I would trust my gut; even with amnesia I am sure I could tell if someone was bullshitting me.
You found out about a bad past.. would you still want to know who you really are? Yes, I would. Maybe the amnesia would help eradicate visceral emotional reactions and would allow me to see my life as an outsider would.
You fell in love with a foreigner from another country. would you take off with him/her and move on with your new life? Only if I had no existing ties (kids, husbands, sick relatives).
Your memory’s back! would you go back to old habits, or start your life afresh? I don't think I could completely go back to how I was before, but I would certainly go back to my family.
If tomorrow you woke up with amnesia:
What do you think you’d do firstly? Probably panic. I hate not knowing things, and not knowing your identity has got to be frightening.
Would you trust the first person who tells you about you (like a family member)?
Depends. I tend to be open and give people a chance. But I would trust my gut; even with amnesia I am sure I could tell if someone was bullshitting me.
You found out about a bad past.. would you still want to know who you really are? Yes, I would. Maybe the amnesia would help eradicate visceral emotional reactions and would allow me to see my life as an outsider would.
You fell in love with a foreigner from another country. would you take off with him/her and move on with your new life? Only if I had no existing ties (kids, husbands, sick relatives).
Your memory’s back! would you go back to old habits, or start your life afresh? I don't think I could completely go back to how I was before, but I would certainly go back to my family.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Blah
It's a very rainy morning. It's gray and ugly, very wet. I feel cranky and moody right now, for no particular reason. I can't blame the weather, although it is so easy to make the connection.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Game night
Today was Astros Day, and as Big Computer employees we got to buy tickets at half price, so Gabe and I left the girls with Nanna and went to see the Astros play the S.F. Giants. We sat in the bullpen area, they were good seats. It was a nice night out, the sky was pretty and it wasn't too hot. People got goofy and started doing the wave and soon the whole place was doing it. Every time Barry Bonds came at bat, you could hear the loud booing. It was fun being at the game. In the bottom of the ninth they were tied and we were tired, so we left early to avoid the big crowd. We drove back home and listened to the rest of the game on the radio. Astros lost. Oh well. I'm still happy.
This has been a very busy week at work. I had time to meet Amanda for lunch on Wednesday, though. That was good. We went to the usual hangout, Hickory Hollow. Amanda had just had a root canal done the day before, but she still wanted to come and have lunch. I was touched. And she was doing pretty well too, you would not know unless she told you.
My weekend will be pretty busy with housework. Paula's birthday is coming up on the 28th, and to celebrate she's inviting some friends for a sleepover on Saturday, May 26th. So I have to spend the weekend cleaning as much as I can to get the house in shape for the kids coming.
That's it for now. Tomorrow I have lunch with my friends from work, ex-coworkers from the Latin America group. We keep in touch and are trying to have lunch once in a while.
This has been a very busy week at work. I had time to meet Amanda for lunch on Wednesday, though. That was good. We went to the usual hangout, Hickory Hollow. Amanda had just had a root canal done the day before, but she still wanted to come and have lunch. I was touched. And she was doing pretty well too, you would not know unless she told you.
My weekend will be pretty busy with housework. Paula's birthday is coming up on the 28th, and to celebrate she's inviting some friends for a sleepover on Saturday, May 26th. So I have to spend the weekend cleaning as much as I can to get the house in shape for the kids coming.
That's it for now. Tomorrow I have lunch with my friends from work, ex-coworkers from the Latin America group. We keep in touch and are trying to have lunch once in a while.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
7 Weird Things
Turns out my friend Keara had also tagged me and I had not realized it. So I will share with you seven weird things about me:
1- Never, never in a window seat- I am claustrophobic. I am not kidding about it. I really am. It's not a mild "cramped places inconvenience me" claustrophobia. It's a "put me in a window seat on a plane by accident and I will absolutely freak out" brand of phobia. When I was at the hospital I had to be heavily sedated before they did the HIDA testing, because it entailed me being stuck in the same position for over an hour, with a ginormous nuclear medicine testing machine hovering just inches above my body (too close to my head for comfort). And that was not going to happen if I was awake and in full possession of my senses. I mean, if I had to get an MRI I don't know what I would do.
2- I like to eat raw spaghetti. Need I say more?
3- I wear size 11 shoes.
4- Sometimes I have a hard time opening up to people. If you know me in person, you would not think it. In social situations I am generally pretty friendly, I like to engage people in conversation and make them feel welcome. But left to my own devices I tend to keep to myself. I have old friends who are pissed off at me because I never call, and new friends, especially from the mommie boards, who may not know how much I care about them for the same reason. It's not that I don't care. It's that I am spacey often. I had not even realized that Amanda P had a blog and she is not only an online friend but a real life one!
5- I have an unusual aversion to skirts, much to the chagrin of both my mother and my husband, who think I should just get over pants already and show off some leg once in a while.
6- I hate mayo with a passion. I can't even smell it. It makes me want to throw up. Nothing I eat can touch mayo or I will simply not eat it.
7- If I tweeze my eyebrows I start sneezing uncontrollably, which is why (among other things) I would much rather shave them.
So am I a weirdo or what?
1- Never, never in a window seat- I am claustrophobic. I am not kidding about it. I really am. It's not a mild "cramped places inconvenience me" claustrophobia. It's a "put me in a window seat on a plane by accident and I will absolutely freak out" brand of phobia. When I was at the hospital I had to be heavily sedated before they did the HIDA testing, because it entailed me being stuck in the same position for over an hour, with a ginormous nuclear medicine testing machine hovering just inches above my body (too close to my head for comfort). And that was not going to happen if I was awake and in full possession of my senses. I mean, if I had to get an MRI I don't know what I would do.
2- I like to eat raw spaghetti. Need I say more?
3- I wear size 11 shoes.
4- Sometimes I have a hard time opening up to people. If you know me in person, you would not think it. In social situations I am generally pretty friendly, I like to engage people in conversation and make them feel welcome. But left to my own devices I tend to keep to myself. I have old friends who are pissed off at me because I never call, and new friends, especially from the mommie boards, who may not know how much I care about them for the same reason. It's not that I don't care. It's that I am spacey often. I had not even realized that Amanda P had a blog and she is not only an online friend but a real life one!
5- I have an unusual aversion to skirts, much to the chagrin of both my mother and my husband, who think I should just get over pants already and show off some leg once in a while.
6- I hate mayo with a passion. I can't even smell it. It makes me want to throw up. Nothing I eat can touch mayo or I will simply not eat it.
7- If I tweeze my eyebrows I start sneezing uncontrollably, which is why (among other things) I would much rather shave them.
So am I a weirdo or what?
Warm and fuzzy
My friend Julie tagged me, and I have to write about ten things that make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Here it goes:
1- Old salsa music from the 70's. I know, it probably doesn't make sense to you. But every time I catch some old salsa tune by Hector Lavoe, Willie Colon, Ruben Blades or Fania All-Stars, it takes me back to my childhood, and makes me feel so alive and so, I don't know, Puerto Rican.
2- Waking up and seeing baby Isa in bed, all snuggly and warm in the mornings.
3- The times when Paula and I have fun together and do not fight.
4- My cat Lola when she is all loving and purry, trying to rub against you or meowing for you to pet her.
5- Hugging my mom and catching her scent, which is so familiar and comfortable.
6- Getting a hug from Gabe and feeling his arms enveloping me and keeping me safe.
7- Warm, sunny, breezy days remind me of home and make me feel all warm and fuzzy.
8- Getting my hair brushed.
9- The sound and smell of the ocean.
10- My girls' laughter.
OK, so now I am asking the following friends to write about the 5 things they find most funny.
Helen
Lori
Nichole
Karen
Piper
So consider yourselves tagged, ladies!
1- Old salsa music from the 70's. I know, it probably doesn't make sense to you. But every time I catch some old salsa tune by Hector Lavoe, Willie Colon, Ruben Blades or Fania All-Stars, it takes me back to my childhood, and makes me feel so alive and so, I don't know, Puerto Rican.
2- Waking up and seeing baby Isa in bed, all snuggly and warm in the mornings.
3- The times when Paula and I have fun together and do not fight.
4- My cat Lola when she is all loving and purry, trying to rub against you or meowing for you to pet her.
5- Hugging my mom and catching her scent, which is so familiar and comfortable.
6- Getting a hug from Gabe and feeling his arms enveloping me and keeping me safe.
7- Warm, sunny, breezy days remind me of home and make me feel all warm and fuzzy.
8- Getting my hair brushed.
9- The sound and smell of the ocean.
10- My girls' laughter.
OK, so now I am asking the following friends to write about the 5 things they find most funny.
Helen
Lori
Nichole
Karen
Piper
So consider yourselves tagged, ladies!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Life is sweet
To steal the title of one of my favorite songs, life is sweet.
I am happy today. I feel good. I am enjoying my work a lot these days. And I am about to go home to see my family.
It's been a good day.
I am happy today. I feel good. I am enjoying my work a lot these days. And I am about to go home to see my family.
It's been a good day.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
In love with this song
I know it's not the newest song, but I guess I am hopelessly anachronistic.
Lyrics
Telling Stories, by Tracy Chapman
There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn't mean
You're not just telling stories
There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me
Theres a science fiction in the space between
You and me
A fabrication of a grand scheme
Where I am the scary monster
I eat the city and as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In your remembrance of your bad dream
There's no one but you standing
Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between
There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Lyrics
Telling Stories, by Tracy Chapman
There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn't mean
You're not just telling stories
There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me
Theres a science fiction in the space between
You and me
A fabrication of a grand scheme
Where I am the scary monster
I eat the city and as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In your remembrance of your bad dream
There's no one but you standing
Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between
There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Monday, May 07, 2007
Lotto Jackpot Dreams
My dear friend Julie, who suffers from insomnia, sometimes lulls herself to sleep by thinking about everything she would do if she won the lottery.
I also have my Jackpot Dreams. Who doesn't? And my dreams and Julie's are pretty similar. They start off with college or trust funds for our kids and investing for growth and security.
Where Julie and I differ is regarding family. She would definitely have more kids. I am not so sure I would. I am 38, and my last pregnancy took a huge toll on my body. I would think twice before going down that road.
What I do in my Lotto dreams is become a sort of venture capitalist, investing in small businesses by women and minorities. Sometimes I create a non-profit organization dedicated to providing school and college scholarships for Latino students of low-income families. Sometimes I move back home to Puerto Rico and invest in eco-tourism. Sometimes I just become a stay-at-home mom, writing about whatever catches my fancy, and taking care of my children.
One thing I consistently do in my Lotto dreams is travel. Travel everywhere. Go to Europe, which I have not done yet. Visit Pompeii, which always caught my attention as a kid. Travel all over South America. Visit Easter Island and the Galapagos. Go stand on the Great Wall. Buy an RV and spend a summer on a cross-country trip through the Continental US, really get to know the country I live in. Then pick the place I like the most, and move my family there.
So there you have it, my Jackpot fantasies. What are yours?
I also have my Jackpot Dreams. Who doesn't? And my dreams and Julie's are pretty similar. They start off with college or trust funds for our kids and investing for growth and security.
Where Julie and I differ is regarding family. She would definitely have more kids. I am not so sure I would. I am 38, and my last pregnancy took a huge toll on my body. I would think twice before going down that road.
What I do in my Lotto dreams is become a sort of venture capitalist, investing in small businesses by women and minorities. Sometimes I create a non-profit organization dedicated to providing school and college scholarships for Latino students of low-income families. Sometimes I move back home to Puerto Rico and invest in eco-tourism. Sometimes I just become a stay-at-home mom, writing about whatever catches my fancy, and taking care of my children.
One thing I consistently do in my Lotto dreams is travel. Travel everywhere. Go to Europe, which I have not done yet. Visit Pompeii, which always caught my attention as a kid. Travel all over South America. Visit Easter Island and the Galapagos. Go stand on the Great Wall. Buy an RV and spend a summer on a cross-country trip through the Continental US, really get to know the country I live in. Then pick the place I like the most, and move my family there.
So there you have it, my Jackpot fantasies. What are yours?
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