For the last two or three days I have been sick. I had been sick about two weeks ago, but thought I had gotten over it. Maybe it never went away.
My chest hurts, my throat hurts. It's hard to breathe with all the congestion. I am chilled to the bone. I hope it's not bronchitis, but it would not surprise me if it is. I always get sick this time of the year.
I have a lot of work today, some deadlines to meet, but tomorrow I will have to go to the doctor.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
The view from my front window
This is why I like to work from home. Today, my friend the Cardinal came back, and brought friends with him.
Monday, February 09, 2009
RIP, Karen
I just got an e-mail from somebody I went to high school with. Last night a small Cessna plane crashed off the coast of Quebradillas back in Puerto Rico. One of the six passengers aboard the chartered plane was a classmate. She leaves behind family and friends, including a son. This is very sad. She will be missed.
A touch of red
I am working from home today, and there was a Cardinal right outside my window just a few minutes ago. The cats were fascinated by it. I managed to quickly grab my camera and take a few pictures. Enjoy!
Mellow Yellow Monday: Fun at the playground
This post is part of the Mellow Yellow Monday blog meme.
I have posted this pic before on the blog, but I found it perfect for the meme, so I am posting it again.
Twenty-five day countdown
Twenty-five days from now we will be on a flight to San Juan. Gabe has been counting down the days since we bought the tickets. Paula is excited about seeing her dad. Isabel can't wait to seePuerto Rico. Everybody is excited. Everybody but me, that is. All I can think of is everything I have to do before we leave, all the packing and laundry loads and preparations. It makes me tired just to think of it.
Oh, but it will all be worth it, especially when I get to go here.
Oh, but it will all be worth it, especially when I get to go here.
WTF
We had a rather unpleasant thing happen to us at the supermarket yesterday afternoon.
We went to our local HEB with the girls. As we entered the store we passed the pharmacy area, minding our own business, talking to the kids. A couple was about to exit the aisle right by us, but stopped. Gabe heard the woman say: "Wait, let them pass. Those people scare me." I did not hear it. Immediately he told me, but he thought maybe he had misunderstood what she said or that she was referring to someone else.
We were talking about this and trying to figure it out when we entered an aisle as the same woman and man are leaving it. This time we both heard it loud and clear as she turned her back on us: "there's those people again!"
WTF??? My Puerto Rican blood boiled. I lost it and said "what a bitch" two times, loud enough for her to hear it (as loud as she had spoken before) as she quickly walked away. Gabe and Paula had to calm me down, because I was ready to go and give her something to really be scared about.
I was quite angry and confused. THOSE PEOPLE??? What the hell does she mean by that? What the hell was her problem? What did WE ever do to HER?
Was it because we had kids with us? She was alone with the man and looked to be in her mid to late twenties.
Was it because I am Hispanic, or because we all have dark hair and dark eyes? She was Caucasian, and a bottle blonde.
Was it because both Gabe and I are big and tall? She was no skinny type herself.
Whatever it was, it was based on our appearance. We had never seen that person before. It was absolutely gratuitous, and it totally ruined my afternoon.
We went to our local HEB with the girls. As we entered the store we passed the pharmacy area, minding our own business, talking to the kids. A couple was about to exit the aisle right by us, but stopped. Gabe heard the woman say: "Wait, let them pass. Those people scare me." I did not hear it. Immediately he told me, but he thought maybe he had misunderstood what she said or that she was referring to someone else.
We were talking about this and trying to figure it out when we entered an aisle as the same woman and man are leaving it. This time we both heard it loud and clear as she turned her back on us: "there's those people again!"
WTF??? My Puerto Rican blood boiled. I lost it and said "what a bitch" two times, loud enough for her to hear it (as loud as she had spoken before) as she quickly walked away. Gabe and Paula had to calm me down, because I was ready to go and give her something to really be scared about.
I was quite angry and confused. THOSE PEOPLE??? What the hell does she mean by that? What the hell was her problem? What did WE ever do to HER?
Was it because we had kids with us? She was alone with the man and looked to be in her mid to late twenties.
Was it because I am Hispanic, or because we all have dark hair and dark eyes? She was Caucasian, and a bottle blonde.
Was it because both Gabe and I are big and tall? She was no skinny type herself.
Whatever it was, it was based on our appearance. We had never seen that person before. It was absolutely gratuitous, and it totally ruined my afternoon.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Monday, February 02, 2009
Gabe
My mood has improved somewhat from this morning. I am very grateful to have Gabriel in my life. When I go through these dark periods, he stands by my side and takes cares of me. He is truly an awesome person, understanding, flexible, caring and very giving. He is smart and funny and very handsome, although he does not think so. I could not ask for a better life partner. I am looking forward to growing old with him, two crotchety old people terrorizing the neighborhood kids.
These songs make me think of Gabe and our marriage.
These songs make me think of Gabe and our marriage.
Pity Party
Yes, my friends. It's time for a recurring feature on this blog. It's the Monday morning pity party!!!!
An ex-boss from one of my first jobs (back in college) found me on Facebook and tagged me on an old picture of the store staff. I absolutely loved that job and seeing the picture brought back good memories from a time before my father died and I made a mess of my life. The picture also reminded me of a good friend and coworker whom I lost track of after college. He was quite the brain, studying Physics in college and very much into Astronomy. Well, I looked him up on the Internet and it turns out he got his PhD in Astronomy, is quite an accomplished professional, artist and even appears on TV on a weekly astronomy segment.
I read about all his accomplishments with much pride. He was an awesome person and it is amazing to see how much he has succeeded in life. Good things come to those who work hard for what they want, and it is good to see that this proved true in his case.
At the same time, after reading his profile I can't help but feel like a loser (once again). I wondered how would I tell such a person the story of what I have done the last twenty years of my life without sounding like a screwup.
Um, yeah. I dropped out of graduate school three times (including two stints in law school). I spent my twenties in a haze of depression, unhappily married, working office jobs that did not require to push myself too hard in matters academic. Even today, after having some success in the business world, I still hesitate and am uncertain about pushing for more power/responsibility. I have been divorced. I gave up on my dream of writing after publishing a few mediocre stories. I keep a blog, but it is lame and I only have a handful of readers. I can't even get hate comments. I am lazy and fat and a bad mother.
God, I am hating this midlife crisis with a passion...
An ex-boss from one of my first jobs (back in college) found me on Facebook and tagged me on an old picture of the store staff. I absolutely loved that job and seeing the picture brought back good memories from a time before my father died and I made a mess of my life. The picture also reminded me of a good friend and coworker whom I lost track of after college. He was quite the brain, studying Physics in college and very much into Astronomy. Well, I looked him up on the Internet and it turns out he got his PhD in Astronomy, is quite an accomplished professional, artist and even appears on TV on a weekly astronomy segment.
I read about all his accomplishments with much pride. He was an awesome person and it is amazing to see how much he has succeeded in life. Good things come to those who work hard for what they want, and it is good to see that this proved true in his case.
At the same time, after reading his profile I can't help but feel like a loser (once again). I wondered how would I tell such a person the story of what I have done the last twenty years of my life without sounding like a screwup.
Um, yeah. I dropped out of graduate school three times (including two stints in law school). I spent my twenties in a haze of depression, unhappily married, working office jobs that did not require to push myself too hard in matters academic. Even today, after having some success in the business world, I still hesitate and am uncertain about pushing for more power/responsibility. I have been divorced. I gave up on my dream of writing after publishing a few mediocre stories. I keep a blog, but it is lame and I only have a handful of readers. I can't even get hate comments. I am lazy and fat and a bad mother.
God, I am hating this midlife crisis with a passion...
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