Saturday, October 20, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Manuel, I know it hasn’t been easy for you. School has always been a struggle, and sometimes you feel you're a failure, but you’re not. You’re just going to have to work harder than most. You’ve made mistakes along the way, but we all have, and I pray you learn from them. But no matter what mistakes you’ve made, I love you and always will. You will be embarking on a new journey soon. I know you are nervous, but I truly believe it’s for the best. You are a sweet kid, (I guess I shouldn’t say kid, you’re a young man now) and everybody loves you. You’re playful and easy to get along. Just keep your head straight, do your best, stay out of trouble and all the things you want in life will be yours.
I love you and pray for you always.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Before class starts, I want to find one of those scarves with the coins on them. You can't belly dance without the scarf around your waist. I want the full effect. I won't be able to dance a lick, but I can at least be cute. Oh, and I need to decide on a name....kinda like a stage name. No, not Candy, or anything stripperish. Like a middle easterner name. I guess the dancers go by the new name they pick. Hmm, a chance to be someone totally different...an alter ego.
Here is a link to check out names...help me pick one!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Before I show you the pictures though....let me tell you all about the title of this post. Fonzy and I had a date night scheduled this past Saturday. We try to get a night out whenever we can without the boys and Saturday was the night. In preparing for our date, I got me a new outfit and was going to get my face waxed so I would be all cute. Now, I mentioned in this post, that I'm taking Accutane for my face. The dermatologist gave me this long list of side effects and what I can and cannot do....waxing was not one of the things she mentioned. Now I did notice something about waxing on the information that comes with the pills, but I didn't really pay attention to it...who really reads all that anyways. So off I went to get waxed. Now, I don't just get my eyebrows and upper lip waxed, I get my whole face waxed. I'm Puerto Rican and we tend to be hairy. I've been doing this for about a year or so with no problems and I didn't expect any this time. I go back into the little room(torture chamber), lay down and prepare my mind for the pain I am about to endure. The girl puts the hot wax on my eyebrows, smooths the strip of cloth on the hot wax and RIPS it off. It hurt like heck! I really wanted to put the other word, but people who know me in real life, know I do not cuss, but man, I wanted to! It hurt worse than it normally does. OK, so on to my other eyebrow, same thing, hurts like heck. Next is my upper lip.....hot wax on, cloth smoothed over hot wax, RIP! I swear this was hurting worse than it ever has. The girl says she's sorry, and she would be right back. She leaves the room and I'm am lying there, like what the heck? She comes back and asks if I have sensitive skin? I should of taken this as a sign. I ask her why? I'm thinking my face is bleeding or something. She says I am really red. Oh...OK, I am normally red, and tell her so, so she continues with the torture on my face.
Hot wax, smooth cloth, RIP!
Wonder what this is a picture of....Uh, that would be my skin that peeled off of my face. Nasty huh?
Oh...you know how I said I read something about waxing in the pamphlet that came with the pills? Well, it said...Do not wax your face during or for six months AFTER taking the medication. SIX MONTHS! I will be on accutane for 6 months, and then I have to wait 6 more months before I can get waxed! Did I mention I am Puerto Rican and hairy! And they want me to wait a year to get my face waxed?! Are they crazy! This is what I am going to look like in a year......
Friday, October 5, 2007
Thursday, October 4, 2007
I know she is with our Lord and not suffering anymore, but that doesn't stop us from missing her.
I hope once she arrived in Heaven she was able to see the son she was forced to give up for adoption when she was only 13. She could finally stop worrying about him.
I hope she was able to see her Grandkids. They would of loved her. She would of made an awesome Grandma.
I wonder when Ma (my grandma) died, was she excited to see her mom again. I know Ma looked forward to the day she would be reunited with her daughter. No one should have to see their child suffer and die.
When Tremayne died of the same dreaded disease that took her life, I wonder if she was there to greet her son-in-law. Did she go over to him and introduce herself, saying she was his mother-in-law and welcome him to paradise.
I wonder when Daddy died, did she run into his arms, happy to be reunited with the man she loved. I know we no longer have our earthly bodies, but I’m sure their spirits knew each other.
I know one day I will be in Heaven, that is what God has promised me, and when I do, I can’t wait to run into mommy’s arms again and spend eternity with all the loved ones we’ve lost.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
I have 4 healthy, handsome sons. There are so many parents whose kids are sick, suffering with life threatening diseases or are no longer on this earth. These parents long to take their child’s pain away, or just hold their child again….to tell them that they love them just one more time.
I have a husband who loves me. He may not SAY it everyday, but he SHOWS me in all that he does. I know women who are living in abusive homes, being beat everyday, or are made to feel worthless who would give anything to have what I have.
Even though America has its issues there is no other place I’d rather be. We have so many freedoms that we take for granted. I think about the people in Iraq. Just imagine wondering if you are going to live to see another day. Imagine the moms, trying desperately to keep their children safe with bombs and shooting going on around them. It’s part of their everyday lives. Can you imagine? Think about the young girls and women in the Sudan and the Congo who are being brutally raped, sodomized and beaten. I can’t even imagine suffering like that.
I wake up every morning to coffee in my favorite mug. I’m able to have a hot shower and closet full of clothes to choose from. I have a job that I don’t mind going to and actually like. I get to have dinner with my family around the table most evenings. My boys are able to go to school and get an education. I get to sleep in a soft, warm bed every night with my husband by my side, while my kids are safe and sound in their rooms. Who could ask for anything more?
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
There are so many things I love about you and since you are 31 today….I will list 31 things I love about you...
- I love that you are a God-fearing man and strive to live your life for Christ, and for being the example I needed to come to Christ also.
- I love your full sexy lips.
- I love how protective you are of us.
- I love your sense of style and that I don’t have to worry about buying or picking out the boys clothes. There is no telling what they would look like if I had to dress them.
- I love when you talk dirty to me.
- I love how you treat Samuel and Manuel as if they were your own. And teaching them what it is to be a man.
- I love when you serenade me on our road trips. You swear you can sing better than Brian McKnight, Luther, Tank, and Keith and just for today, I will agree.
- I love that you are man enough to show your sensitivity. You can watch “The Notebook” with me and shed a few tears when the couple dies in each other’s arms. I hope we are as lucky.
- I love when you call me Sitelia.
- I love to see you in a suit Sunday morning, standing in front of the congregation with communion. You look so good.
- I love the way you hold me at night. I know sometimes I can be grouchy, but I long for your touch when it's not there.
- I love that you will rub my aching feet at night. I know I should stop wearing heels, but they look so good.
- I love the stories you tell the boys, like when you fought and killed that big black bear and got those “scratches” on your shoulders. Such a great story teller.
- I love that you will clean the bathroom. You do it so much better than I, and plus I hate to do it.
- I love to see you on your knees in prayer.
- I love how you hold me at night if I have nightmares and make them all go away.
- I love how you will eat whatever I cook, even though I wish you would sometimes tell me what you want, so I can stop trying to figure out what to cook each day.
- I love when you brush my hair.
- I love how you take pride in your looks. You take longer than me to get ready, but it’s worth it.
- I love how you want to be a teacher and are working towards that goal. The kids today, especially young, black, males, need a strong role model. Someone who has been where they are and who cares and will take the time to listen and instruct them. You are going to be an awesome teacher, and one day an awesome Principal.
- I love how you always provide for our family. If you need to work 2-3 jobs to ensure we have all we want and need, you will do that.
- I love the gray that’s starting to come in your hair. I don’t care what you say, it’s sexy.
- I love the relationship you have with your mom.
- I love how you expect nothing but the best from all of us and yourself. It makes us strive to be better.
- I love that you love me, no matter my faults, and God knows I have many.
- I love that you are adventurous and willing to try new things.
- I love BDV.
- I love how you make me see things in a different perspective than I normally would.
- I love that our family is your top priority.
- I love your playful spirit
- I love your strength.
Simply put....I love you Fonzy, I am honored to be your wife and I hope to spend many more blessed years with you.