The Babies

♥Ahhh... the babies went home tonight.

For a while there will be no bedtime stories, no double blessings before bed, no Spanish lessons, no unhealthy snacks eaten with a smile, no hugs and kisses just because we love them and they love us.

The babies spent their spring break with us; we are dog-tired, but ever so happy to have had them 24 hours a day for a full week.

They fill us with laughter, amazement and magic. They fill us with unconditional love, they fill us...

Come back soon beloved babies. Papi and Guga love you with all of their old hearts. ♥♥♥♥

Wide Awake

This style of mine, is going to kill me one of these days.
Its been almost a week since I had a full night’s sleep. And worst of it all, I don’t want to go to bed... not at night al least! Nothing like sleeping from six in the morning to one in the afternoon! And then staying up for the next eighteen hours, and while everyone is getting their ZZZZ’s, I read, and play games, watch TV, and write stuff, and even do those darned chores that truly elude me during daytime hours. I guess, I must enjoy it while I can. After all I am looking for a job.....

TO MY VALEN

BROWN, CHESTNUT BROWN,
MAPLE BROWN, CHOCOLATE BROWN,
CEDAR BROWN, COFFEE BEAN BROWN,
I AM BROWN.
PROUDLY BROWN.
BADGE WEARER BROWN.
WOULD NOT WANT TO BE ANY OTHER THAN BROWN.
BROWN DEEP DOWN.

CRYSTALLINE SKIN, ROSY CHEEKS
FAIREST OF THEM ALL,
SHE LOOKS NOTHING LIKE BROWN.
CAME OUT OF MY WOMB, BROWN
MY BROWN WOMB, BROWN.
BEAN EATER BROWN,
BADGE WEARER BROWN.

SHE IS TRULY BROWN,
HER LOVING HEART BROWN,
BROWN LOVER, BROWN;
DON’T WANT TO BE ANY OTHER THAN BROWN.
BROWN DEEP DOWN.

I must renew my passport. Who knows, maybe I will win "The Wave’s Trip to Anywhere in the World", and I won’t be able to go to my dream destination anytime soon, because my passport is not good anymore. I have been trying to take the darn picture, but Bobe keeps telling me that the pictures I have taken are not good. I guess he wants to see me looking good, but what can I do? I am what I am, Sam I am...

You know how I look now, you have seen my most recent picture in my profile...

and this was me twelve years ago, in my old passport picture.

I think that more than a new photographer, what I need here is a time machine !!

You be the judge.

Gabi

Her big caramel eyes

her inteligent stories

my brother's daughter

Salad Dressing

Algunas veces me encuentro como en un trance de zombie...por alguna razón desconocida para mi, ando caminando como personaje de la Dimensión Desconocida.

Esta tarde me fue mal. Estaba tratando de limpiar la cocina, y tenía trastes que enjuagar y poner en la lavadora de trastes; yo no se que pasó, pero de pronto le di vuelta a un plato que tenía un trastecito con aderezo cremoso de ensalada; el aderezo, cayó sobre los vasos limpios que estaba sacando de la lavadora, ¡Gran relajo!, hube de dejar los vasos allí para que se laven de nuevo, recoger las manchas de aderezo del suelo y por fín, continuar con lo que estaba haciendo. De pronto me doy cuenta que tengo la pierna izquierda del pantalón toda llena de cremoso aderezo, ¡Las manchas me llegaban hasta el zapato! Agarré unas toallas de papel, y me limpié el pantalón, mojé una toalla de cocina con agua caliente y me lo pasé sobre las manchas, me lavé y sequé las manos. Acto seguido continué sacando los trastes limpios de la lavadora, un plato tenía unas gotitas de agua todavía, y no se porque decidí secarlo con esta toalla de papel que estaba allí, a la mano. ¡Llené el plato de aderezo cremoso! ¡Era la toalla con la que me limpie el pantalón!!! Man! ¡Que desorden! Una hora antes, había limpiado la alfombra de la sala de estar, porque a los pequeños se les cayó...lo adivinaron, ¡Claro, que mas podía ser?

Un trastito con aderezo cremoso.

The Last Day of Fifty

The last few hours of my 50th year on earth are wanning. Tomorrow, I become Fifty-One. Man! I remember the day I turned Fifteen, and Eighteen, Twenty-One, even Thirty, they all were very good years. Amazingly enough, and, perhaps, for some scary reason, I am enjoying this new stage of my life. I am a full fledge card carrying member of the AARP¡ I flash that card everywhere I go, and get all kind of discounts, and respect! It is more powerful that my AAA Premier Advantage Card }:-) .

I know talk grandma talk, wherever and whenever I can. And if you are unaware, I will show you the pictures of my grandbabies and of my beautiful daughters. You must oblige, after all, I am a "mature" lady and you will want to show me some courtesy >:-P

A lot of times, I am tired ; it is hard to rest most of the day, watching all of my favorites re-runs (of those shows I did not have the time to see, when I was younger and stronger, and working full time, on top of raising children!); plus playing my online game tournaments, all that really keep me busy. Sure, sure, I keep house, do laundry and dishes, cook for two and clean and mop; but, then again, who doesn't?

Life has been good to me, thanks to Bobe who has always been a loving and supportive companion, and to the girls, who after all, did finish school, did not become teen mothers and under no circumstances brought a gangster home posing as a boyfriend! Life has been good, living in America for most of it, I know I am very priviledged. Life has been good, my mother is still alive, my siblings are lovely and loving people, my health is not completely gone.

Tomorrow, I wonder if I will remember early in the morning, or until someone mentions it, that it is my birthday; after all, the grandbabies are spending the weekend here, and they keep me jumping on one foot, from one activity to the next!

Life has been good.

January 22, weird day. Markets fell all over the world. Prime interest rate, was hurriedly cut down. Heath Ledger was found dead. News shows were full today. Too much, I think I'll just go to bed; hoping our few dollars are not forever lost...and praying for Heath Ledger, so young, so talented. May he rest in peace.

Haiku

astros dispersos
madrugada invernal
tersa y azul

sprinkled stars above
deep winter early morning
saten and dark blue

Happy New Year My Love

New Year, 2008, found us with the flu. We waited to see the ball drop, counted down, while holding hands. Poor Dick Clark, looked sicker that we did...
In vain I waited for the girls to give us a call, I know they have better things to do, like have fun with their friends and lovers. Its okay, I lived.
We went to bed, coughing and snezzing, but together, as in the last thirty years.
Feliz 2008 mi amor.