7.31.2007

hub's birthday recap


husband did so well with my birthday and really did not want to dissapoint him. i had already forgot to wish him a happy birthday before he left for work, so i knew i had to work something up.

my original gift, that would have blown him out the water was not ready, boo. i was planning on giving him an album with my boxing themed boudoir pictures and autographed glove...but that hasn't quite worked out in time. so, i had to move on to plan b.

part 1: a custom made birthday card with sweet words and a teaser of what is to come once the boudoir album is finally finished.



part 2: a pair of gucci sunglasses that he's been hinting about.


part 3: dinner at one of our favoirte restaurants, the palm.

the palm is one of those traditional white jacket steakhouses. it isn't fancy or romantic. actually, it is the opposite. you get a bib with your lobster dinner. but we love it. we are always welcomed with open arms and our waiters know to birng extra horse radish with husband's shrimp cocktail each time. we love the food and the service, we even snuck away to the palm after our wedding.



getting out the door was pretty hectic; our new furniture arrived, so the house is in an uproar. there is always drama when i'm involved. but, in the end, i think he enjoyed his birthday.

7.30.2007

eye candy at lunch


today is husband's birthday and i had to run to the mall for a card. ugg. i was loathing the idea. i hate leaving the office in the middle of the day, but i figured it was a good cause. my boss agreed to grab lunch with me while i was there and that sealed the deal.

i'm sure glad i did end up at the mall. i was in for a very pleasant surprise. i ran into junior, a new r&b singer featured on yung berg's new single, sexy lady. he was absolutely as handsome in person.

7.25.2007

the uninsured

fuck uninsured motarist [uim].

today i stopped by my parents to drop off invitations to my husband's birthday party this weekend. i wasn't in the house but 10 minutes before we got a knock at the door.

me: yes?
neighbor: i just wanted to let you know someone just hit your car.
me: what? is it bad?
neighbor: it sounded (is that a word?) bad; i just thought somone should tell you. the other neighbor girls knows who hit you, she had just gotten in their car before they hit you.
me: thank you neighbor, i am going to check it out.

i go outside to inspect the damages. lucky for me, the only visible damage was a bent license plate. i was more pissed that the little bitch hit my car and ran. the boys across the street saw the whole incident. i warned them that i would be calling the police to report a hit and run.

two minutes later i get a second knock at my mother's door.

me: yes?
neighbor boy hands me his cell phone.
uim: hi, i am the girl who hit your car, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to hit your car and run, i just thought it wasn't a big deal.
me: well, of course its some kind of a deal, you hit my car and left the scene. that is called a hit and run.

the conversation ended with her agreeing to come back and give me her insurance information. she never did. five minutes ago, i received a call on my cell phone from neighbor girl [not uim].

me: yes?
uim: hi, um, i had wanted to talk to you because, um, well, i was insured under my mother, but she stopped paying the bill, so i don't have any insurance.
me: so, this means that your driving without insurance [which annoys me even more]
uim: well, i never hit anything before. people do it all the time. i'll pay for a new license plate.
i shoot my phone a dirty look.
me: it isn't the licese plate that i am concerned about. apparently, you hit my car hard enough to bend the license plate, i need to make sure my bumper is properly attached to my vehcile.
uim: well my mom said there is nothing wrong with the car.
i shoot the phone another dirty look.
me: perhaps your mother and i should have a conversation because you don't seem to understand that you hit my car and we need to exchange some kind of information.
umi: well, i don't want to involve my mom and you can reach me via neighbor girl.

if you are not adult enought to maintain your own insurance, you should not be driving on caroads. now, should i report her to the dmv or what?

the young and the dateless

i should really be careful when using the word "dateless" now that i am married. because now, i'm supposed to have a permanent date, right? no. i'm not going to force husband to go to places/functions that he has no interest in. nope. i'm saving those "go to event free" cards for things that are very important (i.e. christmas at my parents).

tomorrow i am going to a networking dinner over the hill. which means that my potential date would have to find their own way to the venue. shoot, i already have to fight the 405 to get there, i am not about to pick anyone up or drop them off home afterwards. this leaves my pool very limited. i already don't have many friends, much less those who are (a) mobile and (b) interested in this type of stuff.

i can say i have all of three friends who are interested in the things that i am. and that may change with the new husband and potential family. but i'm going to try my best for it to not.

friend 1: is taking the bar exam this week. i've been sharing her with the bar for close to 7 months now. she first took an out of state bar earlier this year and now is taking ca. i am excited to have her back this weekend.

friend 2: works to much. now that we have successfully married myself off, it is now on to mission two; find friend 2 a wealthy husband. she'll probably be working tomorrow anyway.

friend 3: deadline diva. like friend 2, she also works too much. the only difference with friend 3 is that she has hard deadlines that she must meet - or else "we", yes "we" don't eat. because you know i be at her house for dinner - my girl can burn (literally and implied).

-speaking of which, i really need to get used to going home after work so that i can start attempting to cook for my husband. next week we start operation house-wife. i'm going to give a shot at balancing a professional and domestic career in the twenty-first century.-

back to my dilemma...

i also have two other male friends who are interested in the same things i am, but both have better things to do (chasing hot chicks) than to go to a boring dinner with me.

woman chaser 1: would have accepted the invite for tomorrow, but has to do church errands. boo!

woman chaser 2: has been recently chasing this new chick that he met 2 weeks before the wedding. i don't want to interrupt this whirlwind romance.

7.24.2007

mamma said knock you out

husband is a boxer and a huge boxing fanatic. his grandfather and uncle were both great boxers and he was raised in the sport. he eat, drinks and breaths boxing. when i decided to take boudoir pictures, i knew that i had to incorporate boxing into them as a personal touch for him.


to make a very long story very short i got personal help from a boxing legend, freddie roach. freddie gave my wonderful photographer and i full access to his gym to shoot. it was awsome...freddie roach said i was beautiful! to add to the gift, freddie [who trains some of the big names in boxing] is collecting autographs on a pair of boxing gloves for husband.
crissy and i had so much fun that day!
here are a few teasers that crissy posted on her blog.


7.23.2007

no more wedding crap

when i was planning the wedding, i couldn't get husband to focus for more than 10 minutes on anything wedding related. but now, that everything has been said and done, this fool wants to watch mutha****ing platinum weddings. last night, a beautiful pink and white italian wedding was featured. thanks, but no thanks. why the hell would i want to watch this crap so that i can re-live all the negative parts of my wedding...like my un-organized, un-cooperative, un-caring bridal party? uggg. i prefer to just look at my own pictures and re-live all the beautiful parts of our day. i'm having wedding withdrawl. leave me alone.

the long and hard sunday

my usual sunday begins with a breakfast (depending on what time i wake up, brunch) at lulu's cafe. after breakfast, we either spend the day at home with friends (whom i can't wait to get back after the bar exam this week!) or at the grove.

this weekend was a little off.

husband and i talked about the possiblity of catching the movie hairspray. he seemed up to it...until we got to the movie theater. while debating between 1408 and hairspray, we asked an usher for their opinion. bad move. the usher told us, "well, if you like phsycological thirllers, 1408 would be you choice. but, if you liked grese (greece? i don't know, john travolta) then you'll like hairspray". apparently, grese (greece?) is a corny musical that husband did not enjoy and he was instantly turned off at the idea of watching hairspray. so hairspray was out. 1408? that was a no too. husband assumed it wouldn't be a good "thriller" if it was rated PG. we waited about 15 minutes in the valet line...for nothing. boo.

from there we stopped at the furniture store to pick out a bedroom set. this was the first time we did home shopping without me ending up with a headache. we closed the deal and went home to see if 300 was playing on "on demand". it wasn't, so we settled for the pursuit of happiness. ugg. this movie annoyed me. i mean, don't get me wrong, it was very touching but i was still annoyed.

i feel as though chris gardner luck had rubbed off on me. after the movie, i realized that i had locked my keys in the car the day before and my husband had already left to go to some kite thing at the beach. he was very annoyed that he had to come back so that i can use his car to get my spare key from my parents. he doesn't like me driving his car and wanted me to come right back, but i didn't. my nephew wanted a pool and his mom was leaving for belize tonight, so i decided to run all my last minute errands before i returned home with his car. bad idea. three targets later and a false alarm for a dead battery later (i left the car in drive) i ended up home two hours later.

i hate when the last part of my sundays are hectic. it makes me feel as though i had no weekend at all. when you have a rough sunday evening, it cancels out all the greatness of the weekend. anyway, i have my bedroom set and boudir teasers to look forward to. gotta think positive.

now, i'm off to print up the invitations for my husband and brother's party this weekend. "i rock my hips, then wave and sip!".

7.20.2007

my birthday came early


my birthday came early this year. it isn't a surprise. i usually end up getting christmas and birthday gifts early from husband. husband and i have a problem; we can't contain surprises. we get too excited and can't hold out long enough for the "big day".

please help me welcome the newest addition to my purse family. what makes this purse a little more special than the others is the effort that husband put forth. i can't imagine husband getting up, into his car, driving to rodeo and picking out this gift on his own. aside from letting the cat out of the bag 1.5 days early, he really did a great job and gets an A+ for effort.
now, for his birthday surprise. i've been working on his gift for about 2-3 months now. hints include: a boxing legand, the most fabulous photgrapher in the continental unites states, and me. i really wanted to hold out on this one, but i gave him just one small hint and he figured it all out. boo. the only reason why i am not 100% disappointed is because he told me that it is the best gift he's ever had and that he can't believe i thought it through. as a bonous, i let him take a little part in the planning which he enjoyed.

7.19.2007

taliban turns three


today begins the birthday roll in the family. today is my nephew's, birthday. tomorrow is my aunt's and saturday is mines! but today is all about my -now- three year old nephew.

although he is bad (so bad that his nickname is taliban), i miss him so much. the last time i saw him was during the easter holiday when my husband (then fiance) and friends went down for a visit.


taliban loves husband with all his little heart. husband is a notorious briber. husband bribes everyone, including myself. we went down to belize with a full sized suitcase filled with some of taliban's favorite snacks and a super sized bag of suckers. every time we left our room, husband made sure to fill his cargo pant pocket full of suckers for the children. after a few days, taliban got used to husband reaching into his pocket for a sucker. so used to it, that his two year old logic lead him to believe that all spanish men who wore cargo pants had suckers in their pockets. one evening, a cargo pant sporting man was walking down the sidewalk infront of our house. taliban leaped off of the patio, ran towards the unsuspecting man and tugged on his pocket. cute. no. bad. but i love his little bad ass.


i really wish that i could have been there to celebrate his birthday with him. rumor has it that our grandmother was planning a birthday party for him in the city, but he refuses to leave placencia. haha, taliban is a real bush boy! everyone is coaxing him to go up to the city for his little party. he has made it clear, "me no wan go da de city! me no wan cake! me no wan birthday! i wan stay right here da placencia!"


happy birthday to my bush boy!






7.18.2007

here i am

so, after a long time of saying i would, i finally have. welcome to my little space in the world of blogging. i doubt that anybody will ready this thing. my original blog was quite entertaining. it served a purpose. family and friends wanted to know where i was, what i did, what i saw and view pictures of my adventure. but now, who wants to read about the perils of married life, purchasing appliances and new furniture? yes, i imagine that this blog will be quite different. or will it be?