temporary new yorkers

Not so temporary...

2010-04-01T20:00:00.001-07:00

Well the jig is up... They know. The parent's, the in-laws, my dearest friends. R and I are staying. Not moving back. Making NYC our home. We left on a Jet plane and we don't know when we will back again.

It's a secret we've kept, afraid to go back on our promise to be back in LA when R's program at CU was done.

Comparatively New York is so big when compared to L.A. I never thought of myself as a "small town" girl... but I totally am. In LA I'm a big fish in a little pond and here... I'm a little fish in a massive ocean-- easy to get lost but also easy to find other little fishes here on the same journey of reinvention.

And here's my new reality. I'm a wife/ grad school drop out/ soon - to - be homeowner/ artist without a cause (or gift)/ and now a New Yorker... A not- so- temporary one.Whoa. The change in reality in only 2 years is mind-tripping... but exciting (and scary in a shit-my-pants- kinda way).

Stay tuned for more confessions of someone growing up only because she has to. Truth is-- I miss writing. The reality of full time work (and over-work) drove me right in to a non-blogging slump... but I want to revive this blog for the sake of finishing the project. In short- more to come. For now, here are few pics from R and I's trip to Kennebunkport, Maine, land of Lobster, Gigar Boats, and the John F. Kennedy's childhood summer home (R wants a summer home there for himself too.)

2010-02-10T19:10:00.000-08:00

Lesson's learned in 2010 (thus far): Relationships are important. When you grow up and move away, people are no longer waiting for you in the kitchen on sunday mornings. They aren't a car ride away waiting for you to pick them up for quick trip to the mall. They can't meet you for coffee just because or go jogging with you when you feel... fluffy. They have their own lives and you have yours... 3,000 miles away.

Here is what Manhattan looked like on 2/10/2010. A day when we experienced our very first Snow Day!!!!!!!

Our Brownstone

Mini Park

Little girl after riding her homemade sled (I actually think that's a litter box)

Did you know that R wears no socks in the snow?

and that M smiles even if her teeth are frozen...
All pictures taken on my new-ish nikon 3,000. Maybe I'll get good enough to actually use that link up there.

Slumming in The Heights

2010-01-25T20:28:00.000-08:00

The earth hasn't opened up and swallowed us alive, we're still here. Cold and wishing for some sun, but settling for stick-trees and snow in stead. Happy Tuesday, if you still read.

Pictures from Washington Heights, NYC: Home of broken signal trains, Dominicans, and very yummy hot coco.

Costa Rican Living

2009-09-23T18:58:00.000-07:00

Thank You JetBlue. Thank you for making it possible to hopscotch around the globe in persuit of worlds yet unknown to us. Thank you for your leather chairs and your direct TV-- making it possible for me to watch Project Runway while 10,000 feet above ground. Thank you for your chocolate chip cookies and your free gingerale - brought to me when I want it. And I'll forgive you for charging me $7 for a blanket just because your hair-brained PR stunt "all you can fly" pass for the tiny price of $599--- actually worked for me. Because, yes, I am that crazy enough to fly to maine for dinner and come back the same night- just because I can.

The Recap:

Leg two of our travel adventure landed us in Costa Rica... in a tiny town called La Fortuna

Sixty-eight bucks a night got us an amazing room in front of a real live volcano. That's smoke from the lava up there!

The hotel was unbelievable... but living in a rain forest has its down side.

Several bug-eyed slimy downsides that like to hide in your bathroom and jump out at you when you wake for mid-night run to the toilet. Nonetheless we spent warm days here

sipping mojitos until dawn.

Lazy days led to shenanagan-filled nights. So so many shenanigans.

and in the end even a trip to the Costa Rican jail was narrowly escaped. Lesson learned. When in Costa Rica and you are speeding in your rental car (Ahem- R!!!) be sure to carry cash with you as the police offer will have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to "pay the ticket upfront" for a 50% discount. True story, my friends. True Story.

A Travelin We Will Go

2009-09-15T21:03:00.000-07:00

When the travel bug hits, it hits you hard. Just a quick Hello and pictures from our trip to Puerto Rico to tide the west coast over. More to come when we return from Costa Rica. Yes, a SECOND trip within one week thanks to the Jet Blue "All you can Jet" pass.

SO this is it...

2009-07-20T17:21:00.000-07:00

Birthday week. Yes, I celebrate birthday week. A week when the world revolves around me — well, according to me it does.

As I enter my last year of my twenties so many things are rolling around in my head. Most significantly, I am surprised at the non-fear that I feel. The feeling of peace and excitement at what the future holds.

These last years of my twenties have led me through the most difficult times of my life. A marriage, several deaths— the end of a dream. I experienced days when the only reason I got out of bed was because R dragged my sorry -ass out of bed and dumped me in the shower. I experienced heart-wrenching pain when someone I trusted turned their back on me. So much for Latina- sisterhood ... but, I'll tell you that story another time. To say the least, Shock ushered me into age 27; hung around for most of 28; and only recently packed its bags and moved on out.

But, in addition to the greatest pains I could ever imagine, I also tasted the sweetest fruits that life had to offer. My father walked me down the aisle; a joy I could have never imagined. I spent the night before my wedding with my sister jumping on a hotel bed singing to Journey - both of us trying to forget death- even if just for a moment. Those moments were sweet as nectar and equally nurturing to a soul that was starving.

As I enter the last year of my twenties I have no plan. The universe led me here and I had to just jump and hope that I would land safely. I did Jump, that is and oh what an experience it's been.

While I write for myself and only myself- I dedicate this post to a dear friend who is currently in Europe and is at a fork in the road. Friend, I say jump. The road led you to this place for a reason. It's time to grow and live. You have been led here for a reason and you are bigger than where you are now. Time to do you. Good luck.

Pretty Pretty Pictures

2009-07-15T20:19:00.000-07:00

I have wonderful friends. Talented friends. Friends that I am over-the-moon for. Back in may the uber cute Modern Type was in NYC for her bachelorette party. Since she is a profesh photog we decided to get together to document R's and my time in NYC. This is the result. Thanks Modern Type for a great experience. Hugs and kisses...

Remember that secret?....

2009-07-06T16:45:00.001-07:00

Thirty days ago I:

Locked myself in the bathroom at work and cried. Felt helpless and silly because of it. Treated myself to a chocolate chip cookie to make it better. Realized that all those cookies made me gain emotional eating pounds and decided to knock it off. Fell off the wagon when I kept making yummy baked goods. Problem is ... i bake sooooo good.

28 days ago I...

Got pink eye - and had to figure out a way to get it treated. Thought I was going to DIE at having to go to a public hospital. That's what happens when you freelance and have NO insurance. Turns out- it wasn't that bad. Didn't end up sitting in between a hooker and a crack head like I THOUGHT I was going to.

Don't have a pic of me w/gross eyes but here is a pic of a gross shoe... for fun

Moving on...

25 Days ago I...

Got pink eye again. Swore up and down that I AM A CLEAN person. Why does this keep happening to me? Headed over to the clinic for the second time.

24 days ago...It happened...

Was offered a full time position at my part time job. Immediately Felt like I could do anything and everything. Went to dinner with R and treated myself to a bottle of wine to celebrate. Had a DELICIOUS and expensive (sheesh...there goes that first paycheck) time here:

23 1/2 days ago

Called my boss at job # 1 and quit teaching forever! Felt good about moving on. Felt bad about flaking on the gig.

23 Days ago...

Said goodbye to my ESL students and hugged each one of them. Got several numbers and promises of a home cooked Mexican meal. MMMMMMmmm. Ran out of class feeling like I was a bird flying for the first time. Couldn't stop smiling.

22 Days Ago...

Started my new life in a CREATIVE industry and FINALLY closed the chapter on my previous life. Closed that book hard and didn't turn back.

and now this is me. Using my creativity to make a living. Finally.

The End of an Era

2009-06-28T09:14:00.000-07:00

You should have been there to see it. The moment it was announced. It was eerie. As if someone had pressed pause on the DVD at one of those inopportune and less flattering moments when the actress stares wide -eyed and mouth agape- straight into the audience. Awkwardly funny --yet ugly-- and in this case- sad. Those were the faces of those around me when we heard the news.

It's sad for the finality of it all. For the future without a possibility of a comeback. For the death of the endless summer of 1983.

2009-06-16T19:30:00.000-07:00

Topic of the day is exhaustion. Exhausted from feeling confused. Exhausted from feeling sad. Exhausted from just feeling. Apparently I had a Cat Lady inside my tiny little body that was waiting to come out and only came out AFTER my Dubbies died.

Dubbie's death reminds me of a Buddhist principle: Life is suffering. What a shitty thing to believe in. What a shitty truthful thing to believe in. As I get older I find myself encountering this noble truth over and over.

Today I feel completely lost. Hopefully the recovery period for this will be a lot shorter than the last time my world ended. It has to be. It will be.

sadness

Meat Meat and more Meat

2009-06-14T20:25:00.001-07:00

It's been a sad couple of days here in NYC. My family lost it's Kitty. Apparently he ate something bad and poisoned himself. He had to be put to sleep. I miss my little fatty. He ate everything in sight and whether it was meant for consumption or not. One time he ate a ball of rubber bands and he had to have surgery to get it removed. He also ate: roaches, cardboard, birds, and lint.

I miss him already. I think the shock is the hardest. The feeling of "what could have been done to prevent this?" looms in my heart. The feeling is all too familiar.

I have been working on a explanation for the "secret" post (no- we are not pregnant, thank you very much) but I got sidetracked by this. Too sad to write it today.

I miss his little paws, his kisses in the morning, the way he ran away from my sister when it was time to go home. Dubbies- I miss you so much- you were too adventurous for your own good.

Anyway- here is a photo- recapp of the Big Apple BBQ Fest that R and I went to this past sat and sunday. It was a 2-day fatty fest complete with BBQ from all across the USA. In the first picture I am so so sad.

Yes, that's a cat on his head.

I has a secret...

2009-05-31T18:00:00.000-07:00

and I will tell as soon as the dust settles. For now I am just trying to take it all in.

Swine FLu and Jegger don't mix

2009-05-19T18:17:00.001-07:00

Called in sick to work today. I think that this is the first time I have ever called in sick and actually been sick. Spent half of today sleeping and the other 1/2 worrying about the possibility of swine flu. I really really hope I don't have swine flu and that my sore throat is the result of having visited 12 bars in the last 48 hours. Twleve. I'm not kidding. I kinda regret ending Saturday night spooning with a wild piggy outside of a Greenwich bar.

But he said I was pretty and liked my smile. Oh, well. Live and Learn. That's what I say.

This weekend was THE weekend. The weekend where R and I had a whopping 8 people visiting from various parts of the US of A.

D.J Astro and his wifey Fabulous came from L.A via D.C.; JD took the first train off The Hill and landed here in Harlem; Sisters 50 Cent and the Pimptress joined my best gal pal AM (already here on business via Ohio).

The weekend started off nice and tidy

and just went down hill from there. This weekend there was:

20 shots of jeggermeister

Grays Papaya Dogs

watching the sun come up over Harlem as we exited the subway having been out all night

Subway break dancing

Subway pull ups

subway stripper pole moves

Hipster taquerias

2 mile trudges through central park AND brooklyn

and a fruitless search for a certain someone's weeihnah

I am gonna have to come back and dish the dirt another time. My little oinker nose is running. Take it from me kiddies— if ever you've had too much to drink and a suave -looking porcine looks your way— just keep on walkin'.

2009-05-04T19:43:00.000-07:00

Beautiful.

Beer and Baseball in NYC

2009-05-03T20:13:00.000-07:00

Last week R's brother came in to town and was lookin' for a good time. Well, being the wild and crazy kids we are, we headed straight to Brooklyn (Ahh Brooklyn- how I want to marry you and have your hipster babies.)

First stop, Mets Vs. Washington Nationals. Even the cheap grad-school-priced seats are very nice in the new citadel stadium.

R's brother, Chucho, was engrossed in the game- while R and I were busy making out in the stands (as we should.)

Nathan's dogs were consumed and good times were had.

Next Stop: Brooklyn Brewery
This place is a beer coonesiour's heaven. Freshly brewed barley straight from the boilers. At three dollars a pop- it definately had all the makings of a manly man's hang out- or a hangout for three dorks from the west side.
Chucho and R had a fine time consuming pale ale and the like...

I enjoyed listening to the history of the brewery- apparently the owner learned how to make it while living abroad in Afghanistan where liquor is produced illigally in home bath tubs.

In the end, while all I wanted to do was eat, I joined them. But I DID NOT LIKE IT.

We ended the day with some Mexican food and decided that R and I would have to bring Fabulous, JD, and DJ Astro to the brewery when they visit, a mere 2 weeks from now. R and I are thinking Pub Crawl Snuggie Style:

You think we are kidding. But we are not.

Just thinkin...

2009-05-03T19:58:00.000-07:00

that when a hypothetical new yorker baby is born (many many years from now) it would be nice to have this homemade tire-horse hanging from it's hypothetical grandparent's home.

pic from here

And that if hypothetical grandpa could read English he would read this post and be reminded that he HAD a tire hanging from a tree in his hypothetical yard but he TORE it down —despite being asked not to. So now he has to build a new one. And hypothetical baby is probably gonna want something fancy shmancy like this. Hypothetically speaking, that is

School Rules

2009-04-30T19:09:00.000-07:00

Apparently I have a sign on the front door of my classroom— a sign that clearly states:

In this classroom, make sure to set your ringer to high. Because you need to hear if your man, your girl, or your mama calls you. And if you have a custom reggeaton ringtone make sure to play it extra loud so that your classmates can sing along too.

If your cell phone happens to ring RIGHT in front of the teacher go ahead and hold a full conversation. The teacher will explain possessive nouns when you are done. Just say "what I miss?" And if the teacher is speaking too loudly feel free to shush her— because frankly, the teacher is being rude.

Additionally, if you are an adult dominican male and have a fondness for your teacher, let her know by sucking your teeth and saying — "hola mami, como tu eta?"

*You know, I think its finally time for me to move on. Please, please, please universe, help me move on.

Big Girl Shoes

2009-04-28T19:01:00.000-07:00

Spring has finally sprung in New York City and the result is magical. One day the flowers just bloomed- and the sky opened up

And snow bunnies turned in sun-goddesses soaking up the rays that have been absent for over four months!

These pictures remind me of why I loved college. College girls are free. College girls sleep on lush green grass. College girls don't have a care in the world -- and worship the sun sans hat.

Then you grow up and worry about tan lines and sun-burns and the dreaded wrinkles 'round the eyes.

Big girls worship the sun in fabulous hats...

And in big ol' sunglasses

And they wear big girl shoes. Preferably ones with fabulous four inch heels that show off their pretty pretty piggies.

Amanda over at First Milk remarked that living in New York is like learning to be an adult again. I am definitely learning to walk in my big girl shoes here. Sometimes I worry that I look like a little girl playing dress up... I wobble. I fall. But if I don't get up I'll just be a big wobbly mess with fabulous shoes.

Yeah. Big girls get up. Yes, they do. *Just gotta keep telling myself that. Just till' I get comfortable in my big girl shoes.

When all the family is gone...

2009-04-28T18:31:00.000-07:00

I realize how much I miss my friends. My lovelies who dish on boys, shoes, and chocolate. I miss you girlies. Wish you were here.

2009-04-24T13:52:00.000-07:00

Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!! Got some good news at work today. But me cannots say what!! have to sit on my hands or twiddle my fingers lest I jinx my good fortune. Heres the view from my office:

Be Our Guest!

2009-04-23T19:43:00.001-07:00

Ugghhhh. Where have I been!!!! Working 2 jobs has got me pooped. Good thing that atleast one of those jobs is my dream job, and turns out, I'm good at it! I wish I could say more, but I can't, so I won't. Boo to me.

In other news; last week sister and brother came into town. Had a ton of fun shuttling them around and playing tour guide. Felt nice to have family around. And I love my baby. So anyday with him is the best day ever.

Here's a funny video we made. It's the suitable for the internet version as the original version involved coordinated outfits and faux mustaches.

Iv'e been sworn to secrecy and cannot reveal THAT video here. So, here's the safe version anyway- with some bloopers and sights of NYC.

Pretty funny, no?

A New Day for Me

2009-04-06T18:56:00.000-07:00

Today was so freakin' awesome. I started (yet) another gig. I ended up getting it through serendipity I tell ya'. I can't reveal too much but here's a hint.

Opportunities to learn abound and there's a rumor that Fridays are Margarita Fridays at the office. Could I ask for more!!!

Additionally, I was walking out of Express (where I had just picked up a pair of perfect fitting Editor pants- a miracle in itself!) when I saw someone whom I used to work with at my ex- job. (The one I quit, not the one I got fired from. ) She asked me why I no longer work there. I flirted with the idea of being discreet and NOT telling her exactly why (because mature professional people don't air dirty laundry, you know.). Then I remembered exactly who I am AND that I no longer work there. To hell with discretion.

Her: Why don't you work there anymore?

Me: Because *Stacy's a shady bitch and I deserve better.

Her: Oh....

Me: OK. Nice seeing you. Tell everyone I said Hi!

Ahhhhhhhh. Victory is mine. Sometimes immaturity feels so good.

*Names have been changed to protect my ass.

2009-04-03T13:41:00.000-07:00

I'm in my pijamas.

Writing in my journal.

Haven't combed my hair.

Don't think I will today.

Yes, its four P.M. on the east coast.

No, I don't plan on getting dressed.

I'm O.K. with it.

Just for today.

more rainy days in new york here

2009-03-31T12:41:00.000-07:00

Hello! ... long time no blog. Where have I been you say? Happy. Thats where.

If you notice this blog seems to runneth over with dramatic musings of self-discovery—most of which are experienced in drunken stupors or at the end of long difficult days. So what happens when I am happy and fulfilled? I write less. A bad habit to get into, indeed.

My new job has been f*in- awesome. It's a lot more work than my previous job but a lot less stressful. Plus I get to work with these ladies (A badass crew of Latinas, if I do say so myself):

This past Friday we took a walk to

the local supermarket to practice our English. Can you say "Where is the Ketchup?"

Everyone seemed to have a great time looking for good deals, comparing ingredients, and practicing common grocery store related questions.

Everyone except the butcher whom happened to be the only worker in the store that knew English and was thus subjected to a multitude of questions by 10 English Language Learners.

"Where is the bathroom?"

"What time do you close?"

"How much are tomatoes?"

I didn't get a picture of him but if I had, it would have look like this:

Time spent outside of the classroom is always precious to me-- it's a chance to get to know my students on a personal level.

Today I learned a lot about how strong these specific women are. These women traveled from the Dominican Republic and Honduras. Some even came from as far as Mexico! Allowing my ignorance to show a little I asked them how they ended up in Nueva York.

Apparently, those from Mexico arrive here in the same way that immigrants arrive in Los Angeles. They just take a much longer walk.

One woman shared with me her story of having walked for three days through torturous mountains; of passing out; of not thinking that she could take one more step; of being packed into a van for 5 days and driving from Arizona to New York City only to be dumped on the side of a highway.

Another woman's husband carried her for 6 hours on his back because she could not walk any longer. Can you imagine the love that it took for him to pick her up and keep her moving when she could not carry herself? A story of love and determination, indeed.

Celia told me that she wanted to become a citizen so badly that she had learned basic English in order to do it. Determined to pass the test in English, she asked her five year old to spell out "Love" and "Children". By writing "I love my Children" over and over - she taught herself how to read and write. Joyous where her eyes when she relayed her accomplishment.

Listening to their stories of old countries and new countries, of pain and hardship, of decisions to never return to their birthplace again, I felt honored--honored to be able to witness the strength that they display on a daily basis. And I thought to myself, this is the stuff of novels. This is the stuff of epic tales. This is the stuff of love, hope, strength, and the simple joy of learning to say "I love my children" in English. A blessed life, I lead.

West Side meets East Side at the Historic Fillmore

2009-03-24T19:45:00.001-07:00

Even though we spent part of our spring-break in tackyville, we did spend some quality time with NYC. I say with instead of in because NYC is definitely an entity in itself. It's moody and tough --sometimes sad, but always beautiful and never quiet.

Last Friday R and I enjoyed NYC's diversity at it's finest. We headed over to the legendary Fillmore to watch Los Lobos play. The show and the venue were awesome - small venue- full of history. Loves it!

If you don't know much about Los Lobos, picture a Santana/ Los Tucanes hybrid; a fusion band that mixes Mexican Banda with hard-core rock. Most importantly, they are straight out of East L.A. ese!

R and I didn't realize how much of an influence these guys had until we got to the Fillmore and were engulfed in pot smoke--a very special kind of pot smoke, you see. Old-white-guy pot smoke. That's right—an arena full of senior rockers toking out! Awesome!

R and I found it quite odd that these medicare-aged white guys would be into a fusion nortena band- then we heard this:

Apparently, Los Lobos music was a staple in the underground rock scene during the seventies and eighties. Los Lobos members are grandpas themselves ranging in ages from 47 to 65 years of age.

In the end we tried "not to inhale" and went along for a ride reminiscent of good ol' Mexican L.A. Check out the clips below. If you listen closely you can hear R ahuaaaaaaa-ing like the L.A. boy he is.

Niagra Falls: Where fun goes to DIIIIIIIIEEEEEE

2009-03-17T12:44:00.000-07:00

I knew we were in trouble when the bus pulled in and there was a Dairy Queen to the left, a busted Walmart sign to the right, and NOTHING else. Seriously. I thought we were entering a ghost town. No kids anywhere. Lawns with over-grown weeds. Silence. Welcome to f**ing Niagra Falls, Canada.

After a 10 minute drive into the "tourist" area, our little vacay seemed a bit more promising. Some lights. a giant Casino here, some nightclubs there. Then I realize that the "tourist" area is approximately the size of one New York Block. Ooooof. Remember that episode of Sex and the City where the girls travel to Atlantic City and end up getting hit on by fat gross duded that say "fuhgettaboutit". It was like that. But worse.

How to survive 3 days in the land of stretchy pants and bedazzled T-shirts:

Day one: Get blitzed at Niagara Falls Casino and win 20 bucks.

Day two: Get blitzed at several area wineries and call it a night at 8:00 pm. Take advantage of the hotel room's jacuzzi.

Day three: Finally get around to visit the falls, stay for about 10 minutes, and spend the next 8 hours desperately wanting to get the hell out of dodge.

But atleast we can we've been to Canada, and since Canada is the only place not doing better than the USA right now, th trip didn't cost us too much.

Marry me again...

2009-03-12T03:35:00.000-07:00

Marry me again so I can wear these Christian Louboutin's Mount Street pretties And have bangs wisping across my face

And stare shyly into the bedroom.

in a vintage inspired sarah seven snow dress.
Please?

Sugar High Thinking

2009-03-11T20:00:00.001-07:00

I think I overdosed on sugar today. The banana pudding from Magnolia Bakeshop really is that good. So good it made me drop big goblets of tears into R's shoulder. So good it made me think how happy I am to be encouraged, loved, befriended... So good I licked my spoon and then the plate and then the spoon again because it had the tiniest bit of pudding on it. Don't you love it when pudding is that good.

photo by Nataly Lemus

On the topic of bangs..

2009-03-10T10:11:00.002-07:00

I once cut my younger sister's bangs for her. She was 14 and we were both into Gwen Stefani from No Doubt. I had planned to give her this cut:

I convinced her to let me do it by telling her that if it went wrong she could cut my bangs. Well... things went wrong. So. Terribly. Wrong. At first, I cut one layer too short. So I had to cover them up with another layer but then that layer was still too short. So I had to cover it up with another layer. Well, I kept cutting more and more to cover up the previous layer and in the end she kind of looked like this:

Who knew that curly hair, when wet, is significantly shorter than straight hair? Not me. Needless to say she was a bit peeved. She grabbed the scissors and ordered me to sit down.

Ummmm. Hell no! I ain't no fool. Instead I took off like a Jack Rabbit.

So there we were. She chasing me around the house, with scissors in hand, looking like a model for FLOWBEE and me running determined to save my goooooorgeous locks. I did. (Save them.) And she had to pin back her hair for 3 months as they grew out.

But now she's coming here! To New York. In April. And I am as excited as a bee. Maybe she'll let me give her a little trim, for old times sake.

2009-03-09T13:22:00.000-07:00

So, I know you are probably gonna be busy—in jail and all. But I was thinking that you and me could be like BFFs or something. You do wear a size 6 narrow, right?

2009-03-09T03:56:00.000-07:00

Psst. You. The one with the coffee and the red bull...

Good luck on your mid terms today.

2009-03-09T03:15:00.000-07:00

remember this bitch? Well, she told me that my students didn't like me. Like I caaaaaaaaaaaare. My job wasn't for them to like me. It was for them to learn from me. But, still. Pretty mean thing to for her to say.

Well, I woke up to these this morning. Makes me feel a little teary eyed, is all.

"I think you were a great instructor and your presence will be missed. I hope you come back soon."

and

"Hi Marisa. I am sorry that you are leaving SEO but I hope to see you again. I really appreciate the help that you gave me while writing the AFS letter. Thanks to you, I have a greater chance of actually going to New Zealand. You were a great teacher and I’ll keep in contact with you. Good luck on your next job and thanks again."

and

"I thank you for your kind words. Although we didn't encounter eachother often,
the times that you did teach me were very productive. I wish you the best in all that you do and hopefully you will return Algun Dia. It has been a pleasure to know you.
Buena Suerte!"

2009-03-07T23:07:00.000-08:00

My first editing project on my Flip Mino HD... watch out Scorsese

Can you beleive I married into this?

I think...

2009-03-07T14:01:00.000-08:00

Everyone should have a chance to jog through central park on a Saturday morning, on a day when Winter is about to turn to Spring and the sun is barely peaking out behind a tall grey building—and think about how lovely it is to just be...

image source

Firsts and New Beginnings.

2009-03-05T19:20:00.000-08:00

I'm in a blogging slump lately. I cannot get out of this funk. Me thinks the blog needs a makeover, stat. Will do soon. (Note to self: Must keep growing. Must keep designing. Must NOT be still.)

Update on me:

This week 3 major things happened. One of which I thought about NOT blogging. Feared the embarrassment of it. Couldn't get myself to say it. But... Comelon thinks it is just one more sign from the Universe letting me know that I am forcing myself onto a path that is not mine. I have to say, I agree with him. So here goes...

I got fired.

That's right, I got fired. I also, got BEGGED to stay at the job that I quit last week and started a new job somewhere else.

How it went down:

I freelance, right. So, at any one moment I can be working at 2-3 places. That was the case this week. I quit one job and took on 2 jobs; one of which is teaching creative writing at an after-school program in Harlem. I was there exactly 1 day, and the chief thought that I could not handle my class. You know, what. I can handle ANYTHING. I used to teach in WATTS. I went to school in CRENSHAW. I don't mess around. But I also don't babysit...

Long complicated story made short: it wasn't for me. I actually went into the meeting ready to make some demands from administration, and I was ready to quit if my needs weren't being met. Well, I got canned before I could quit. Then I let him have it (in an adult professional -like way, of course). And you know what, it felt goooood. Dirty, rough, and sexy good.

What is it with non-profits and incompetence? Uggghhhh. NOT.FOR.ME.

On the other hand, the day before, my EX-boss offered me anything and everything to stay with their company. Made my head a little big, but like I said I'm not down with incompetence. So I said no. Which brings me to my third job.

I teach English Language to adults and I like it. And although I know its not my calling. It will keep my little family afloat until I do find my calling. The universe is leading me the right way. I know it is. I just have to listen.

On a side note. I have 2 goals this year. Fly over seas with R and buy a fancy shmancy Camera so I can take more pretty pretty pictures like this:

I took these images on a borrowed camera at the Jose Villa Photographers Workshop in Montecito, CA.

Oh, Shmap!

2009-03-04T04:37:00.000-08:00

What is Shmap? I don't know! But we've been nominated to be included in the upcoming edition of Shmap, New York. We'll this picture that I took has been, anyway:

"Hi ,

I am writing to let you know that one of your photos has been short-listed for inclusion in the sixth edition of our Schmap New York Guide, to be published at the end of this month."

It's an honor just to be nominated. Yeah, right. Publish me!!!

Check out the rest of our Flickr roll here: Hell's Kitchen

2009-03-03T13:26:00.000-08:00

Off to teach a class at a place where I am appreciated...

But before I do... heres a coupon for those of you who loooooove a good deal. And lets face it... we all do. Click here for details:

www.oatmealforabuck.com

Snow Day

2009-03-02T10:33:00.001-08:00

I never thought that I — as a responsible and mature adult (pshhhhhh!)— would get to enjoy a snow day. But here it is. Right outside my window. And with classes cancelled, I've got nothing

to do but lounge around in my extra-long socks and look out the window.

or I could go outside and play in the snow.

(image via here)

2009-02-25T22:27:00.000-08:00

I quit today. And it was awesome. I left with my head held high and even though I wanted to tell her off I didn't. Doing so would have been unprofessional and childish. But now I am writing on my blog and can say whatever I like.

So I am gonna say this:

You're a BITCH. And you look like a hippopotamus. I may have quit because of you but the last laugh is on you. I'm going somewhere where I get paid double the money and I don't have to see your ugly face. So ha!

Aaaaaaah. Much better.

2009-02-23T21:48:00.000-08:00

Sometimes work makes me feel like doing this:

no wonder drinking and smoking looks so sexy.

Good news is... I'm quitting today. Will let you you know how it goes.

Third times a Fashionista's Charm

2009-02-23T10:19:00.000-08:00

Fashion Week in NYC is a (wannabe) fashionista's dream. And while it is THE hottest ticket in town sometimes it's possible to sneak a peak sans ticket. If you hand out coffee and befriend security that is...

On Friday I decided to head on over to the Tent at Bryant Park, the site of the Project Runway Fashion Show. I cased the joint two nights before in preparation for my Friday infiltration. While I was there I noticed two things. The side entrances where only guarded by one security guard and 2. Those security guards looked very cold. Easy Peezy. I would arrive on Friday towards the end of the show wielding hot coffee and simply ask if I could go in.
So I did.

Well, after being escorted out twice by some very rude old ladies I found myself befriending the front entrance security. I batted some lashes handed over the coffee and the next thing I knew I was allowed in to take some quick pictures. But by that time it was all over!

Oh, well. I got a first hand look at where the likes of Christian Siriano and other fashion forwards party.

I took one last look and called it a day... but not before I sashayed down the outdoor runway in a fierce tyra-esque way. Ferosh!

He's got my heart on lockdown

2009-02-17T20:34:00.001-08:00

Valentines Day was full of lovey-dovies this year. Despite having dealt with work drama earlier in the day I was a walking on clouds. Comelon and I met for lunch at Mama Mexico, a Mexican restaurant RUMORED to have delish Mexican food. NOT!

It was good, but it wasn't the cat's pijamas.

R had the mushroom stuffed skirt steak with platanos fritos and queso fresco ($29). I had tamales with pico de gallo ($11). Both of the dishes where good but still not authentic enough to even be called TiJuana Mexican food. Although the guacamole that preceded the meal was freakin' fantabulous. However, at $11 a pop, it's a gonna be a once-in-a-while treat.

R and I had to have talked about something during our 1.5 hours there, but I remember none of it. What I do remember is exactly when our first song played on over the intercom.

I got misty eyed as I remember the moments of utter isolation and joy as we danced as if no one was watching. He would never admit it, but I think he got a little misty eyed too.

We ended the meal with house flan. This flan was cheesier rather than custard- like. It's what I would call "cuban" flan. Mexican flan is more pudding-like.

Later on we had primo seats to Shrek the Musical. We bought the tickets via TCKTS, a discount theater dealer. Since it WAS Valentines Day the pickings were short. It was either Shrek or Mary Poppins... but at 50% we weren't complaining. Total cost for 2 tickets $100. Eesh!

We finished off the night at Max Brenner's Chocolate by the Bald Guy. We ordered a chocolate sampler for two; Chocolate Fondue, Chocolate Cake, Chocolate Covered Pop Rocks (!) and a shot of chocolate coconut sauce. I enjoyed my tasty treasures a la Veruca Salt in Willy Wonka

Check out the before and the after. These Temporary New Yorkers are selfish little piggies.

Then at 1 am it was time to head home where simple gifts where exchanged. MORE godiva chocolates for the Mrs. and a little something for the Mr. Something that he specifically asked for:

He loved it.

Mmmmmmmm Meat...

2009-02-12T21:41:00.000-08:00

I came home simultaneously tired form work, pumped by the promise of a better work environment, and happy that I LOST 3.5 lbs.

I decided to celebrate/ comfort myself with some Micky D's. McDonalds. Yes, tres low brow, but wow do I love it.

I decided to celebrate not with any ol' Micky D's but wit a Big Mac. The first Big Mac I have had in over 12 years.

Let me take you back to 1996. This young cupcake was a hard working "A" high school student writing a paper on Animal Rights. The topic was tough and the PICTURES were tragic. As soon as I was done I made a mad dash to the nearest PETA committee and swore off meat for good.

Then 2006 happened (That's right 10 years). Comelon and I were in Mexico celebrating our engagement. During dinner on our last night there I got a good whiff of our neighbor's steak.

I don't know what happened. Maybe it was the excitement of being engaged. Maybe the carnivorous side of me knew we were in Incan territory and it was telling me to get Primal. I can't explain what "clicked" but I had to have a piece of that juicy, buttery oh so raw meat, stat!. ..and I did.

I savored every piece of that 12 oz. steak and licked my plate clean. But not before I made Comelon promise to NEVER tell a soul what he had just witnessed

After that it was all down hill. I was all steak this and steak that. Could I get a side of meat with that Steak please? However burgers where still blah to me. In the three years since I started eating meat I have never touched a meat burger. That is... until today.

Today I bought myself my very first Big Mac in over ten years. I was super duper excited as I scuttled on home ready to sink my vampire teeth into the meaty good-ness.

And boy was it was goooooood. It was a taste that I remembered from my youth exactly. As I slowly took in this new-again flavor my tastebuds sinfully exclaimed ... well, hello! it's been a loooong time. And while I welcomed a new frenemy into my life (calories, though art my enemy), I said good by to an old friend. I was, at that very moment, reading the VERY LAST issue EVER of my #1 favorite magazine, Domino.

Good bye, old friend.

Hello bad habit.

Me and you have a long way to go.

Jet Setting

2009-02-09T21:07:00.001-08:00

Today had the makings of a fabulous day. I woke up to light dancing on the wall opposite my New York City apartment. This little bit of nature introducing itself like it was, was a welcome reminder that each new day is, in fact, that. New and full of possibilities.

I started yet another part time job today- bringing my workload to a full 4 days a week. I was running my day plans through my head when the phone rang and I got offered yet another part time job. One that I interviewed for a long time ago. Pay is double what I make now, but for the 1/2 the hours. And it conflicts with my current job. Can't take it, but it sure feels nice to be in demand.

Have to remember that I am blessed even in this economy.

Decided to be hopeful rather than dejected. So I bought myself a pretty dress at Old Navy. ( A mere $20.) Added a $15 J.Crew belt in mustard and practiced wearing it all afternoon.

Just because I can't wear heels outside doesn't mean I can't wear heels inside.

It would be a perfect dress to jet-set to greece, paris, or even Los Angeles. Ahhh... a girl can dream.

And she does.

Good deal gone bad. Very Bad.

2009-02-07T20:21:00.001-08:00

New York City Restaurant week was little more than a blip on most peoples radar. Most people who don't live and die by the tasty that is. .Me? I had it circled on my google calendar months in advance.

After one good but not stellar experience at Ocean Grill the week before (review to come), Comelon and I had high hopes for City Food and Crab Company. The $35 dollar 3 course meal menu was intriguing- Parmesan Broiled Lobster or Honey glazed Salmon for the entree. Key Lime pie, Home Made Sorbet Trio or Cheesecake for dessert. And Crab cakes or Oysters Rockefeller for appetizer. It was those oysters that eventually did R in.

The most exciting thing about the bread basket was the cool little cover over the butter.

For appetizers I went for the crab cake trio and R went for the oysters.

R said that the oysters were tasty... at the time. He also said that they were slimy, which I think is characterisitic of all oysters.

We both chose the lobster... mostly because they came with fancy schmancy accessories.

The lobster was THE best part of the meal. AAAAHHHHMAZING. The parmesan taste was subtle and added just enough ooomph to make this classic meal different. The lobster was kind of small, but for a 35 dollar flat fee, you can't expect much. The fact that lobster was even on the restaurant week menu was a pleasant surprise.

We finished our meal off by sharing sorbet and cheesecake. Both were good, but neither were too impressive. This cheesecake had nothing on Thalia's.

All in all, City Crab was delish. I would love to go back again despite the hefty price tag. I thoroughly enjoyed my meal and the restaurant week price was right. Alas, these new yorkers have to give this restaurant an F. For food poisoning.

Two days later R was making his new home right next to the camode. Nonetheless he said he WILL eat again. That's comelon for you... down but not out.

2009-02-04T16:41:00.000-08:00

Lord give me the strength...

To not punch this women in her big head.

To pretend that it does not bother me when she completely dismisses my emails

Or pretends not hear me when I speak to her.

Let me have the patience to deal with her on a daily basis.

To not wish her a case of the poops EVERY time I see her

I believe in Karma and these un-benevolent wishes cannot be good for MY karma

Let me resist the urge to scream in her face "Do you HEAR me?"

Please grant me these things, Lord.

old people make me laugh...

2009-02-03T20:56:00.000-08:00

You ever wish your boss would get explosive diarrhea? I do. Often.
So I had a looong day at work today. I came home at 10 pm(!) and I was in a bad mood, but then I saw this and I felt better. Thanks Angie!

2009-02-01T08:23:00.000-08:00

Since Comelon ate something funky and is doubled over in pain, our Sunday plans are put on hold. I guess its a day of running errands for me. If we weren't quarantined for the day, we would probably head on over to one of these bad, rad, and just plain cool places to visit in NYC:

The MET: Where students get in for $10 and CU students get in for free

or this dessert walking tour in Chelsea that costs just $1.00

or just a plain ol' jaunt into Brooklyn. Sigh. Hope he feels better by monday ;0(

image via here

And so it ends and so it begins...

2009-01-31T19:02:00.000-08:00

By the end of R's "mancation" and my short foray into DC, we were both pooped. The excitement had run its course and in its place was a feeling of content and peace. A period of pain had come to an end.

We had eaten tons, drank a bunch (or says R, cuz I don't remember anything!)

and reunited with wonderful friends. Friends whom we both now consider family. Friends whom we have grown up with and are now scattered all over the continental U.S. but who are always in our thoughts and prayers.

(Fabulous, DJ Astro, Comelon, JD, and The Photographer)

Our last hours there were filled with random sights including seeing Howard Dean run out from a subway stop (The Dem who running for pres back in 2004 and "screamed" when he talked). and a bus ride home with political commentator, Amy Goodman. (Guess even the political glitterati are penny pinching these days.)

)

Five hours after boarding a bus from DC

the manhattan skyline greeted us and we were home.

*Found this on Flickr: Whats your message to Obama?

Shhhhh... I have a secret blog

2009-01-27T18:45:00.000-08:00

I found this while perusing an old blog that I started. I thought I'd post an excerpt:

" So why the movie reference?

I rented this movie because I am thinking about our move to New York. This movie takes place in Chicago. I relate not with the locale, but with the experiences of the 2 main characters. A married couple in their early 20's decide take on the world... together.

Like us. That is how I see it anyway. R and I, living on the second floor of a brownstone in Harlem. The apartment won't be huge but it won't be small. I will come home with a bag full of groceries from the korean market. My husband will be in his study reading economic theory while I cook something with tofu and veggies. Outside little Black, Puerto Rican and Jewish kids play basketball. Later on, we walk down to the corner coffee. He orders coffee, I order tea. After we finish we bundle up and walk outside. Together.

Maybe I am romanticizing our future.... but so what? If I don't who will. The alternative is... depressing. We will probably end up really really poor, in some bathroom sized cell, struggling to pay the bills. Instead, I choose to dream that we can do it.

So this movie satisfied my baby fever, my need for "we can do it" motivation, and "AWW we are married" sentimentality. "

Funny thing is that its not so far from the truth. The "romantic" part at least ... with a little "struggling to pay the bills" part mixed in. But, I'm happy... happy in a just ate a buttery grilled cheese and I'm on the couch watching juicey reality TV" kind of way..., the nice kind of happy.

A Sweet Ride from Dunkin' Doughnuts

2009-01-26T16:26:00.000-08:00

Friends and family often ask, Is NYC really that expensive? Yes, it is! Luckily for us, this cupcake can sniff a deal out like no other. So I am introducing a a reoccurring blog topic: Cheap in New York.

Basically, it's how we survive in this land of Cucci, Prada, and Organic everything. Hopefully, it will help out the few googlers who stumble onto this blog looking for cheap stuff to do in NY.

First Up: Free Metro Cards

Date: Mondays through Feb. 2nd

Time: 6:30am - 9:30am
Location: Various, See below

Cost: Free

Over the next month, Dunkin' Donuts is making the morning commute a little brighter for New Yorkers by providing free subway rides at four of Manhattan's busiest subway stations. Pop by the station of the day (listed below) between 6:30 and 9:30 to get your free metro card.

· Monday, January 12th- Lexington Ave/ 53rd Street
· Tuesday, January 20th- 14th Street/ Union Square Station
· Monday, January 26th- Grand Central Station
· Monday, February 2nd- Times Square/42nd Street

And the World Rejoiced

2009-01-23T19:02:00.000-08:00

Being married to a (future) politician has its rewards. Him getting us tickets to THE biggest event in contemporary American history takes the icing on the political cupcake.

And so the day began: We woke up at 6 am and layered... and layered... and layered.

We got to the train and it seemed like the entire nation was pouring into Washington D.C. for this event.

At 7 am the trains where jammed packed... let's just say, people were getting VERY intimate with each other on that train.

Outside it was coooooold. Even in Patagonnia

performance hiking gear we were a couple of frozen burritos.

Arriving at the Capital at 8 am was DUMB. People we're there since 4 am. Nonetheless, the mood was generally joyful and we were excited too.

A joyous mood filled the entire mall. It was as if a new King was to be crowned and the people were in love with the moment, the country, and yes, the notion of hope.

Everyone was dressed in their Obama finest. There was A LOT of FUR.

Street vendors went crazy. Some of them hoped to capitalize on Obama's blackness.

Others just wanted (to buy/ sell/ wear) a piece of history.

And finally, after 4 bone chilling hours, the moment came.

And the world changed.

Suddenly, little girls could actually aspire to be Secretary of State

or a First Lady deserving of her title and with elegance to spare (a modern Jackie O),

or even president herself.

And in one moment Camelot was reborn. A regal moment, indeed.

Pissed!

2009-01-22T17:24:00.000-08:00

Thats me. Bad day at work today. Will probably have another one tomorrow. So instead of spraying my venom, I will have to leave my DC recap for another day.

2009-01-15T09:27:00.000-08:00

Currently missing R.

You know that feeling you get when you are just so tired of the situation you are in and you are exhuasted and feel like you can't take any more and suddenly you smile because something inside of you tells you that things are about to change and you don't know if it will be change for the better or the worse, and so you are excited all the same? I feel like that sometimes. Sometimes while I am on the train.

I like riding the train because it makes me feel like I am going somewhere important everytime I travel. Even if I am just going to work. And I always feel like I am moving forward, not stuck.

This song reminds me of that.

temporary texans!, Review I

2009-01-14T22:48:00.000-08:00

So I guess I should get on with those reviews:

Day 1: December 22, 20081

Fierce wind and snow cause our flight to to leave 1 hour behind schedule. The result: Hubs and miss our connection and find ourselves stranded in Houston Texas - where everything is bigger!

It's enemy territory for these Trojans because of this ill-fated day:

The championship!By three points! Oh, how my heart hurt.

We had the choice of spending 36 hours in the airport, waiting to catch our connection to L.A. or spending $77 bucks to stay at the Sheraton. We decided to splurge.

Girlfriends and I decided to do a Panty exchange. Whats a panty exchange? It's like secret santa, but you gift (new) panties (or used ones if you are nasty). Everyone else got cute panties. Everyone except moi. My secret santa decided to be funny and got me size 20 granny panties. Whatever, I rocked those granny panties! (Face has been covered to protect the innocent.)

Flights to NYC

2009-01-14T12:23:00.001-08:00

As low as 233 on NWA or United

Click here: http://www.orbitz.com/App/ViewFlightSearchResults?retrieveParams=true&z=2e6c&r=2p1&z=2e6e&r=2p3&lastPage=interstitial

Enter LAX and NYC

Then enter your dates and viola! I suggest you check your vacay dates now and book ASAP. These prices don't last long.

2009-01-13T18:53:00.000-08:00

You know what happens when you lose your wedding ring and swear up and down to your husband that YOU didn't lose it, that someone came into the apartment and took the ring and only the ring while you where in L.A. on holiday? And eventually, you find it in a pants pocket that you haven't worn (or washed) in a couple of weeks.

You feel like this:

While your hubby feels like this:

Hehe: My Bad.

2009-01-12T17:52:00.000-08:00

so many things on my mind today. Words just keep ping-ponging throughout my tiny little head. I cyber- ran into someone I used to know ( and spend many a drunk night causing havoc around the street with in Santiago, Chile) when I used to live there. It got me thinking that I am itching to travel again. I love love love to travel. The last big vacation we took was to Thailand where these pictures was taken:

Thailand was how I imagine heaven to be.

For our next trip I would love love love to go to greece:

or India:

but my boss says I better get used to eating at the greek deli or have some chicken masala delivered cuz my paycheck ain't gonna cover a flight across seas. wah.

NO pants day!

2009-01-10T20:24:00.000-08:00

Today was national "No Pants" day. New Yorkers rode the L train and at 3 pm, dropped their pantaloons. I'm not kidding. For reals, it happened!

Did we, or didn't we Participate? That is the question.

We're Back...

2009-01-09T23:35:00.000-08:00

But don't call it a comeback, cuz we've been here all along...

Thats from my fave commercial, Ghetto George Washington:

,,,,

Anyhoo... We are back from 3 loooong weeks in CA and there's lots to recap. There were meet-ups with friends, inspirational conversations, life-changing tear inducing talks with the in-laws, enough Mexican food to feed all the peeps in TiJuana, and one very drunk last night of 2008.

More to come, as we settle back in to - 8 degree weather. Looks like those snow boots are gonna come in handy ;0)

Merry Christmas!

2008-12-22T09:13:00.000-08:00

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,

in the lane, snow is glistening

A beautiful sight,we're happy tonight,walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown



He'll say: Are you married?

I'll say no, man!


But you can do the job
when you're in town.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
and pretend that he's a circus clown



We'll have lots of fun with Mister Snow Man,
till the other kids knock him down

When it snows, ain't it thrilling

Though your nose gets a chilling

We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,
walking in a winter wonderland.

Walking in a winter wonderland,
walking in a winter wonderland.

2008-12-19T19:21:00.001-08:00

Yesterday was a beautiful day in NYC.
R and I both felt like we accomplished a little something.
In the past four months we :
sold all of our belongings,
moved to a new state,
started a new job,
started and finished 1 semester of school,
bought and learned to use a power drill and nail gun,
got lost on the train, ended up in Long Island and learned how to get back home safely
learned to depend on each other

So we celebrated by dining at Bobby Flay's Mesa Grill

Southwest cuisine at it's finest! The cornbread was made of blue maize. It was a bit too grainy for me, but extra points for making blue bread!

I had wild tuna on pine nut cous cous. R had a steak with mango salsa and chipotle dressing. He added a goat cheese and mushroom tamale and cilantro mashed potatoes. R and I agreed that the highlight was the goat cheese tamale. Weird. But good.

We finished the night off with chocolate tres leches cake accompanied by dulce de leche ice cream. Nothing special here. Actually, if you like Mexican hot chocolate you will love it. In the end we decided that southwest cuisine was NOT Mexican food, but good all the same.

And today... it snowed! Snow. Outside our front door!

Doesn't it make you wanna put some toe socks on and snuggle by a fire?!!!

out of the mouths of babes

2008-12-19T19:14:00.000-08:00

Found this in my in box:

"Thank you again for the extra time and I am pleased to tell you that my grandmother has not fully recovered, but is now out of the hospital and will live after all"

Kinda think I got suckered here

2008-12-18T20:59:00.000-08:00

Underneath the Christmas Tree outside of the NY Stock Exchange

feeling a little thankful today.

couldn't stop smiling at work.

kept thinking that I am going to be home very soon

and that R is finished with school today.

been missing him so much.

sometimes I go to bed alone

hearing him click away at the computer

and me in bed wondering when I will get the nerve to move on with my life -

finally leave the past behind.

but today I felt hopeful.

hopeful and happy.

because this blog is getting 60 hits a day.

1,500 hits this december alone

some from california

others from england, new zealand and beyond

and I feel like someone, somewhere is listening

so very happy today

2008-12-16T01:38:00.001-08:00

Me: so, if I ever open up a cupcake shop what should I name it? I was thinking Sugar-ette Cupcakes. Either that or hello, cupcake!

Husband: I like Sugar-ette.

Me: Why?

Husband: It sounds cooler. You can put a picture of a RAT on the logo.

Me: Why would I want to do that?

Husband: Because. Sugar- RAT cupcake.

Me: I said sugar-ette, not Sugar RAT. Why would ANYONE want to eat something with a RAT on it!

Husband: I would

Me: Of course you would.

Ya' hear that internets! If I ever open a cupcake (or sweets or cakes etc.) shop, I call the name Sugarette. So don't steal it! Lest, I get gangster on you.

Even made the logo already. Cute, huh? (Oh, and I call Sugar-Rat too. Just in case)

2008-12-14T13:22:00.000-08:00

New York is in full blown Christmas mode. The lights are up on every tree and the Santas have infiltrated every available public space.

Walkway through CU

Saturday, I thought I was going a little crazy when I saw Santa after Santa getting on and off the A train; especially when 3 full grown men sporting red long john onesies (the kind with the flap on the booty held together with 2 black buttons), lumberjack boots and santa hats got on. Turns out, SantaCon was in town!

This event which is one part bar crawl, one part parade, and all parts vodka saturated fun, brings out about 2,000 Santas each year. They meet at Grand Central station and travel throughout Manhattan, stopping at scheduled bars, caroling at parks and generally causing a ruckus.

Here are some pictures from this years SantaCon gathered from here.

I think this is an event for Team Bundy, AKA Marisa, R, Mari and Rick and honorary Bundys: Joe and Claudia. I think motivated gordo might want to join in on that fun. So mark your calenders bitches... Dec 13th 2009! Sancho Claus is - a -comin' - to town

3 months ago...

2008-12-11T21:07:00.000-08:00

R and I arrived in new york with 2 pieces of luggage each. He had a box of clothes and a box of books. I carried with me 1 box of clothes and another of stuff; card stock (I wanted to make my own christmas cards), pictures, our wedding album. There was nothing else of value that I owned.

We had sold everything when we moved from L.A.- everything from dish sets to our cars went up for sale. The day my car sold I cried. It was the car my daddy had bought me; the car which I helped pay for and was therefore "all mine"; the place where R and I sat and had the type of conversations which last from midnight to 6 am and pull you into the deeply scary and exciting place that we call; the car in which 11 drunk girls (5 of whom would be my bridesmaids a mere 7 years later) stuffed themselves into and drove to another party to continue celebrating one particular girl's 21 st birthday.

Stuff means something to me.

Pooped!

2008-12-10T19:00:00.000-08:00

Putting in 1o hour work days tires a cupcake out. Feeling more like this

beat up cupcake than this cute little thing.

Missing home. Got teary eyed when I say a chubby little boy leaning against his mom and smiling. He reminded me of my baby. A tiny little 16 year old whom I couldn't loving more.

Trying to finish off the left over Thanksgiving ingredients; made this low fat/ low cal/ sugar free pumpkin pie. You could eat the entire thing and it would it only cost you 700 calories! Instead of dough pie as a crust, I made a cornflake crust. Not bad if do

say so myself!

Top Design

2008-12-09T20:16:00.000-08:00

Saw this the other day:

Made me want to smooch with nerdtastic hubby

Not sure if nerdtastic husband would want to kiss this. There's no paint paint job a girl in headband can't handle.

Saw this ottoman at a thrift store down the street and snapped it up for a mere 20 bucks. Twenty bucks too much you say? Well, If venereal disease was an ottomon, this would be he.

But, A little elbow grease, a pair of pliers, sanding paper, high gloss black spray paint, 2 layers of upholstry foam, and 1 trip to Mood fabric store later

It looked like this:

I hope I didn't ruin something that would have got a pretty penny on antiques road show ;o P

1 Lb down and 6 more to go...

2008-12-08T17:39:00.000-08:00

OK OK OK... maybe its juuuuust 8 oz. But 1 lb sounds way better... so stop bustin' my chops.

After a week of NY deliciousness, its back to healthy eating for me. I googled low - calorie meals and came across this. Hopefully someone will find it useful.

300 - 400 Calorie Meals

1 whole wheat English muffin
2 pats low fat butter
1 hard boiled egg
1/2 cup of fruit
8 oz fruit juice

Soup - 350 Calories

1 bowl of soup

1 small tossed salad

2 tablespoons reduced fat oil and vinegar dressin12 oz water

4 saltine crackers

Chicken and Rice - 395 Calories

6 oz cooked chicken

2 tablespoons of barbecue sauce

1 cup of mixed vegetables

1/2 cup of brown rice

1 small tossed salad

2 tablespoons reduced fat oil and vinegar dressing

12 oz water

The rest of the meals can be seen here:

http://www.diet-blog.com/archives/2007/04/26/what_do_300_calorie_meals_look_like.php

Because I'm Worth it...

2008-12-05T13:15:00.000-08:00

Do you know that women still only earn 76.6% percent of what a man earns? Same position, same education, just one employee is male and the other... has boobs.

The rationality behind the disparity used to be that men had families to take care of. They had to support their stay-at-home wives, their children, blah blah blah. So what's the deal now, Man? Women keep their own bank accounts and raise families without husbands so WHY does this continue to happen? (Holler! if your mama raised you all by her lonesome!)

Some people think it's because we don't ask for it. A lot of people think "nice girls don't talk about money". In, fact its quite crass to discuss finances. So we (women) don't ask for for a raise and would never think of asking for a higher salary right off the bat. Good thing... I'm not a nice girl.

Everything I ever learned about gettin' paid I learned from my daddy. My dad would ask for a raise at least once a year, sometimes twice. Every time this happened I felt very proud of his confidence in his work.

As an independent contractor, I get paid various salary wages for different jobs that I do. That means I negotiate a lot! I have no problem saying, "actually I was thinking if this salary range" or " With my level of experience and education, I think something in this range would be more appropriate."Is it rude? Maybe. But, we've already established that I'm rude crude and have a bad attitude.

Gotta tell ya' , it works EVERY TIME. Why? Cuz, I'm worth it. A dollar or two (or sometimes 10) isn't going to make or break me (or for that matter, them either). But its the principle of the thing. I'm a hellevu a teacher/ editor/ writer AND over -all just bad like that. So when I negotiated a higher rate for my next gig, I had no shame. I mean I could do it for the love of education- but a girl's gotta afford her manolos, yo!

Hello Lover...

2008-12-04T11:41:00.000-08:00

OMG. Look at her BOOTIES becky...

If I had these (Steve Madden ruffle booties $69.99, DSW), I could wear them with

a popcorn cami from delias ($ 29.95)

or A backless ruffle dress from bebe ($69.95)

Feroch! ... as my pal Fab Fabbie would say.

Skinny Bitch

2008-12-03T13:57:00.000-08:00

If you haven't noticed, cupcake likes her a lil' bit of sugar. Add that to the yumminess that IS New York City and little miss cupcake ain't so little no more.

(image via cupcake spy)

Let it be known that I AM a picky eater. I won't eat overly- processed foods. I also say no to foods on sheer principle. (Cheese and fish do not go together! What's a gummy bear made out of? How many animals go into a hot dog? Bleh!) But, oh, how I have fallen in love with YOU Mr.Gourmet dish.

How I pine for YOU Monsieur well-plated lobster bisque. The way your orange skin trembles at the touch of my spoon. Your avant-garde hue (orange is the new black you know) - a testament to your tres chic-ness. The feeling of comfort that overwhelms me when I finally take a sip of that brothy- creamy-liquid...well, (insert batting of lashes) its heavenly.

So, you see, I can't possibly give that up. New York IS food. And this piggy wants to experience all of it. I have two choices: 1. Stop eating as much as I do 2. Keep eating yummy New York foods and increase my energy output level. The obvious choice is number 2!

This is what I know:

1 lb fat ='s 3500 calories

1 Inch= 5 lbs

Here are the stats:

Height: 5'2

Weight: 119

Waist: 27"

Hips: 38"

Thighs: Keep that to myself.

Goal:

Height: 5'6

Weight: 112

Waist 26

Hips 36.5

Thighs: At least 2 in. gone

2 in= 10 lbs.= 3500x 10= 35000 calories

I am attempting to hold myself accountable. Who wants to join me?

Jesus Loves Me

2008-12-02T22:40:00.003-08:00

This man tells me so. EVERY DAY.

Notice he is actually stepping onto the open train, telling the passengers that Jesus is their homie, and then stepping out. My auntie calls these the "Hallelujahs". As in, "don't answer the door, the hallelujas are there". Needless to say we politely feigned vacancy when they came-a- trying-to-convert. Here, you can't get away from the crazies. They'll just follow you on the train.

Aside from it's fair share of crazies, there are a lot of cool peeps on there.

The guy on the right was a runner up on a American Idol type show in which all of the contestants were subway artists. His guitar was really cool.

And each station has some cool art. These little guys are everywhere. Unassuming. Minding there own business. Just trying to catch the train.

If they walk too slow they get eaten by the sewer alligators.

Here's a printable guide of NYC's subway art. Hopefully someone out there will find it useful

http://www.steelcase.com/Files/bf4b22923c544b70813e8338a80ba0f1(2).pdf

2008-12-01T09:28:00.000-08:00

I am Thankful:

For a loving family

A husband that comes home every night and kisses me when he walks in the door

a sister who is happy

a brother who I am proud of

friends whom I love

sugar

the color plum

actual plums

the ability to work

Central Park

2008-11-30T20:49:00.000-08:00

Last on our whirl-wind tour of New York was a quick trip to Central Park. Nhue had been craving a New York hot dog since he arrived and CP was the perfect place to get one.

We took our serveral-animal-and probably some non-animal- byproducts to a nearby fountain and watched this group:

We tried to encourage R to bring out his saxaphone and try to play with them, but he insisted he was a solo- artists only.
Took a walk along the central park bridge

and called it a day.

Next: How I plan to infiltrate the Asian mafia acting as brute force for the China Town bus wars... Claire told me how!

Touring New York... Asian Mafia Style

2008-11-29T20:25:00.000-08:00

Since it was The Heart Surgeon's first time in New York he had to cram a butt-load of sight seeing into 3 days. The following days proved to be a doozy. On day one the girl mafiosas cooked dinner. On day 2 C took the role of tour leader. With her as our guide, we ate our way through Manhattan and Brooklyn.

C has never lived here but apparently has been drunk in many parts of the city. (I foresee many-a- political scandal in her future.) Here she is sporting her recessionista gloves. Unsurprisingly, none of us felt bad enough to buy her a new pair. Eh - ce lavie..

The mafiosos had breakfast at Mamofuku while Rubie Tuesday and I slept in. We met them at ground zero where we went to a 9/11 memorial inside of a church/ cemetery. This chalice was made for the church using beams for the twin towers. Notice the stand.

We then headed to the Greenwich Village where we fish and chips at A-Salt and Battery. The cod was beer battered to perfection. The tartar sauce was just tart enough and saturated with spices. The fresh potatoes where a bit on the bland side, but still did their job. At $9.50 a piece, these babies were definitely worth it.

Next, we we hopped on the train and headed to the brooklyn bridge where we crossed and it watched the sun set behind the statue of liberty. We pretended that we could imagine our ancestors coming to Ellis Island having their Last names changed from Do, Lee, and Hernandez to Smith.

On the Brooklyn Bridge- looking onto the river.

Next it was on to Ippudo for some Japanese Raman. Delicioso! It's like Top Ramen, but nothing like Top Ramen. I have nothing to compare it to, but the mafiaosos said this ramen scored a 9 on the deliciosness scale. It was pork broth in spicy sauces with sea weed noodles and scallions. The broth was creamy. The noodles had a a bite to them. MMMMmmmm. Next, we got on the train again and headed to a Dessert Truck. But the truck was nowhere to be found. So we headed to Crumbs instead. (All I gotta say is that my shiiz is waaay better). Still good, but no gourmet dessert truck. (You hear that dessert truck! You failed me in my time of need and now you are dead to me!)

Somewhere a long the food tour we stop at Strand bookstore- 18 miles of new and used books. And yes, these nerdlings stopped in. Just for fun. Every one of us left with a book.

Nhue scored a 50% discount on an expensive surgery book. We spent the rest of night learning about hernias, amputations, and the importance of moving aside when an ambulance is coming. There were many- a- eeeesh-- ooooohh-----uuuuuggghhs that night. But I am pretty confident that I can reattach a finger (if ever the need arises). (Screw you insurance. Your not gettin' my money.)

Thanksgiving Shmanksgiving.....

2008-11-28T21:20:00.000-08:00

I don't know why people complain about making Thanksgiving dinner. I knocked that out like I was a Yankee at home base. Our first Thanksgiving as Easties went swimmingly. These west-side gangstas were joined by the (self-proclaimed) Asian Mafia... Nhue, Claire, and C. Nhue and Claire live in Boston where Nhue is a cardiology surgeon at Harvard medical. Claire researches defense (war ) policy. C works on The Hill (Washington DC) and decided to blow that popsicle stand for this popsicle stand.

C, Nhue, Claire, Comelon

The Food:

Five friends + one turkey breast + 5 sides = a very yummy couple of days in our household.

Claire helped cook the turkey. I soaked it for 24 hours in a mixture of orange juice, salt, pepper, bay leaf, wine, and garlic. Then it was rubbed with "essence" ala Emeril. Finally, a crust of cranberry sauce was baked on. In the end, even though he cooked NOTHING, R as the "man of the house" carved the turkey. The feminist in me kept quiet! Joe would have been proud (R's bestman). The Asian Mafia joked and said that I was finally a woman for having cooked a 5 course meal and R was finally a man for carving his first turkey. HAHHAHHAHAHaaaaa.

Then we stayed up drinking and watching The Godfather. Good Times.

It's 22 degrees outside and...

2008-11-26T20:48:00.000-08:00

Instead of dropping 200 dollars on these beauties - Besty Johnson Cost: $227. Retro. Flashay.Very Sasha Fierce 2008 or Studio 54 circa 1979.

I bought all of this:
Thanksgving dinner for 5 : $193 (Did I hear a WTF? Yeah, I thought so.) Organic. Expensive. Emeril.

Instead of wearing this for warm thanksgiving in L.A.

Sweet. Pink. A lil' bit Nicole Ritchie post baby.

I am wearing this:

Red. Furry. Very Sesame Street circa 1999.

Instead of wearing stiletto booties

Via Spiga "Rouge" Boot: Sleek. Sexy. Sophisticated. Very J.Lo 2004.

I wear rain boots.

Hunter women's rain boots. Plastic. Clunky.
Very tupperware 2008.

Ahhhh... how the times have changed.

2008-11-24T21:20:00.000-08:00

so so so tired.

grading.

planning.

cooking.

painting.

building.

Will....blog... soon.

2008-11-21T06:40:00.000-08:00

There's a reason I don't exercise. Last time I ran I blew my knee out and stepped in dog poo.

Thanks a bunch! A-hole.

The Holidays Are a 'Comin

2008-11-19T11:49:00.000-08:00

Here's another secret about lil' miss cupcake: I'm a bit of a dirty hippie. I rarely wear shoes, listen to sweet home alabama on the ipod, and eat tofu.

I've managed to convert R a lil' bit... but some things will never change. When I suggested that that we make Tofurkey (turkey shaped tofu) for Thanksgiving, R quickly exercised veto power. Some friends are coming from Boston and guess who gets to cook? This cupcake mama.

This is what I am thinking:

Turkey

Sour Cream Mashed Potatoes

Caramelized brussel sprouts and baby carrots

Baked Sweet Yams in Pineapple Juice

Cranberry Sauce

Apple and Sausage Stuffing

Home made Pumkin Pie

and better than sex chocolate cupcakes

(I didn't name them- I got the recipe from somewhere else and modified)

mmmmmm....

A weekend of delicio-ness!

2008-11-18T13:13:00.000-08:00

This weekend my college roommate, April, came to visit. She brought along her friend (and now my friend) Jen. They were in town for work and decided to take the weekend to visit me. I say me instead of we because R slipped out in the morning and slipped in at night making barely a peep. Regardless, our little girls-weekend was fantabulous- a perfect blend of tourist and native new yorker activities.

Friday:

April and Jen missed their train and arrived around 8:30 pm. (*cough/ got too drunk and missed their train/ *cough). I picked them up at Penn Station and we cabbed it to morningside. I made April hail the cab- her first test as a new yorker. But instead of waiting a taxi line the length of a football football field,

we cheated and hopped in an empty one that was in the middle of the street. Ha! Suckers! I also saw this guy (B.J. Novak from the office) waiting for cab. Double sucker!

The girls were tired from their Amtrak train ( and *cough* from drinking *cough* on the train), so we opted for apps and a pitcher of sangria from my old stomping grounds, Havana Central.

Saturday:

This weekend I took my students on a walking tour of the East Village and Greenwich. It was part of the Poetry Project. I think we walked about 2 miles. Part of the assignment was to take in the sights and sounds of their surroundings.... to "find" poetry in every place. As part of the lesson they took pictures of their surroundings. These are some of their shots.

After work I hightailed it to Times Square where I was meeting the girls for dinner and an 8pm showing of Phantom of the Opera.

We got lucky and found an open table at Thalia. MMMMMmmmm Thalia.
"Would we like the $35 prix-fix theater menu?" Hell yeah! "Would we like to pair it with 3 different wines for $14 more?" Double hell yeah!

Fromage Blanc: Best Cheesecake Ever!

Mushroom and Polenta ... Who knew?!

The rest of the dishes were good but nothing to write home about. Hence, I will not be writing home about them.

Sunday:

R decided to show his face just in time to enjoy some of my (made from scratch) banana walnut pancakes. We yummed it up and finally walked the girls to their La Guardia- Airport- bound tram station. I then faux kicked the waiting bus and called the driver an asshole 'cuz she wouldn't let them on the bus. She still didn't let them on, so we had to wait. C'est La vie! 10 minutes later they were on on new bus and on their way.

After, R and I had hot apple cider at the farmers market and walked home.
Weekends are much better when friends visit.

Marisa {does...}

2008-11-13T06:44:00.001-08:00

Good Morning!

Surprisingly, I am up. I don't get up this early. Anything earlier than 9 am might as well be 5 am for me. If I heard a rooster crowing this early I would probably shoot it, take it to McDonald's so they can make a chicken sandwich out of it. Then I would eat it.

I used to have a friend whose "awake" hours were from 2am to 8 pm. She had two young daughters. She did her HW (grad school) between 2 am and 7 am and dedicated the rest of her day to her daughters (single mom). Let's just say that my children will be very self sufficient. At the very least they will know how to dial their grandma's number. And if grandma wants her grandkids fed she'll pick up that phone.

My "awake" hours are between 11 am and 3 am. That's when R is around. He doesn't go to sleep till then and I like to go to bed when he does. And since I work in the afternoons - the timing works out just fine.

What's on tap for today?:

1. Go for a jog (trying to get into a routine)

2. Buy a new rug ( yesterday I poured bleach on the old one)

3. Grade some papers. (uuugghhh. but it pays the bills.)

4. pick up a can of paint and white out my attempt at wall art.

Sleepless in New York

2008-11-11T01:53:00.000-08:00

I am so tired. I spent all day cleaning and decorating- and admiring my new vintage furniture pieces. I thought that I had tired myself out and would fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow but I didn't. Instead, I spent the last 3 hours lying awake and thinking --Mulberry blue or Early Breakfast blue for the living room walls? Should I make stuffing with meat or without for Thanksgiving? I need to buy about 6 covers for when guests sleepover -- all trivial things that kept me wide-eyed and alert.

Earlier today I cut my finger and I started crying. I wasn't crying because it hurt. I was crying because I had a flash of me having to go to the hospital to get stitches. How would we pay for it? Where is a hospital? I have no insurance! Can I stitch this finger up myself?

I saw thousands of dollars of medical bills piling up and us going into soul-breaking debt. Then I saw us unable to make the minimum payments and having to move back to L.A. R would have to drop out of school - all because I wanted to cut something that wasn't meant to be cut.

And then, just as quickly, in a matter of seconds, I realized how scared I have become of doing things. I was never like this before. I used to be fearless. So instead of quitting I forced myself to continue and came to one simple conclusion:

growing up sucks.

Marisa {likes..}

2008-11-10T10:02:00.000-08:00

21 things I love about New York

1. Fashion watching. Everything from Euro Chic to Brooklyn Ghetto

2. Not worrying about parking. We take the subway everywhere

3. Hearing someone play the acoustic guitar while I wait for my A train

4. The Yellow/Red /Green trees that line my walkway to work

5. Eating dinner at a restaurant at 11 pm.

6. Boozing it up on sunday mornings at brunch with R

7. Having my groceries delivered to me.

8. Eating fresh waffles with Nuttella at the flea markets

9. Driving along the Hudson river and looking out to New Jersey

10. Anything and everything brooklyn

11. The fact that EVERYONE here thinks I am either Thai or Puerto Rican (Mexicans look very different here)

12. Working in Greenwich Village on saturdays

13. Hearing people speak in German, Dutch, Spanish, and Nigerian while they are on the train

14. The fact that people get ON the train and break dance

15. Watching chess tournaments in the parks

16. Running this trail in Morningside park

17. Seeing all the actors practice their lines on the train

18. New York Pizza (I love it!)

19. Shopping the cheese aisle at the gourmet grocery store (hello! cheese lover here)

20. Trying on hats at the antique fleas

21. Hailing a cabbie while wearing a HOT pair of heels

A Huntin' We Will Go...

2008-11-06T16:41:00.000-08:00

We took halloween off, but the weekend was fair game. R mentioned to me that he needed a mini- vacation. He asked me to plan it. Ay Ay Captain! Is what I said, and off to plan I went.

We rented a car and drove 5 hours up north to Lake Placid, New York. Lake placid is the location of the Olympic training facilities. It is also breathtaking and cold!!! The drive up was gorgeous. We passed through New Jersey, Vermont, and New England.

Our room was charming and cozy. It overlooked the lake.

We took a hike in the Catskills Mountains. I thought that our bud Rick would love to come fishing here.

R Hunted some grizzley and some moose. He generously donated them to the lodge.
Here he is enjoying hi after-huntin'-whiskey.

R lost a game of Dominoes to me. And I was crowned Queen of the Dominoes.

The End.

Halloween in New York: Let the mortification begin!

2008-11-05T22:20:00.000-08:00

So, you know how I was kinda bummed about Halloween? Well, it all worked out. R and I spent a quiet Halloween at home. We started off the night by heading to Micky D's (my fave fine dining establishment). Afterwards we watched the NYC kids tramps around in their costumes. We thought it was funny that kids don't really trick or treat at homes, but, rather, at liquor stores! Kids just walked right in, stood in line behind a hobo buying he drank, and asked for sweet candy goodness. Excellent idea! We decided to forgo celebrating because R needed to study. (No, I will not give away our costume choices. I am saving those for another time when we need to some costume- party-contest- ass-kicking.) But, do not fret my pet, costumes pics are acomin'. (Just not ours. ) So, in hopes of inflicting embarrassment on these respective friends here are :

Slash (Guns N Roses) and Loose Band Roadie
AKA: Steven and Nancy

Surfer and Surfboard (Awesome!) AKA : Rosie and Nancy

A perverted Gnome

Jose and Blanca as each other. Yes, that IS how they normally dress.

And the rest of the hot mess crew:

Miss you guys so much!

Hope grows in Harlem

2008-11-05T12:56:00.001-08:00

I have to admit, I had my doubts. I often thought that the Bradley Effect would be Obama's demise. Having spent the last four years studying / teaching racial politics AND being married to a future political analyst, I was well aware of how elections work. What the people want is not always what the people get. Visions of the 2000 election danced in my head. Would Obama be a 2008 version of Al Gore? Well, I was wrong. Boy was I wrong!

As soon as Obama was announced as the projected winner, Harlem seemed to erupt in cheers. (We live on 122 and Harlem starts at 125th). R and I could not contain our own excitement headed down to join to the crowds. We headed towards Harlem, walking to the beat of sirens, honks, "Obama" yells, We did it!" chants. It seemed like all of CU had the same idea. Behind us there was a sea of White faces. In front of us a sea of dark faces was coming toward us. Everyone met in the middle of the street and gave hugs of congratulations. Above us in the sky-high apartments people where dropping papers from the roofs. The Apollo sign read, "Congratulations, President-Elect Obama". In the middle of the town square a huge screen projecting the stats. And when Obama started to speak everyone became still. All you heard where muffled sniffles. R and I hugged. I cried... and we both felt blessed to be right where we were the moment that a person of color became the leader of the free world.

And for fun, this is how Harlem celebrates when a Black man is elected present. (This isn't a joke. It's all true ;0) )

1. People bang pots and pans in jubilation.

2. Police are present with rifles.

3. Everyone is sporting Obama T's- Not just any Obama T- blinged out ones with Obama's face made entirely out of swarovski crystals

4. African drum players come out to lead the processions

5. Puerto Rican Harlemites discuss the possibility of a Hispanic president and the add that the first thing that would be changed would be food. The president would be eating "enslada de aguacate, some ropa vieja... uhuh you know it"

*what sucks is that prop 8 passed in CA. What the hell?

Do you know what today is????

2008-11-04T17:27:00.000-08:00

You should! The day is almost over and you should have voted by now. Why is election day so special.I don't know. I think it's even more special than 4th of july. Yeah, we won our physical independence on july fourth, but on election you get to your excersize independence. How awesome is that?!

No pictures of us voting since we voted by absentee ballot. However, when I googled "awesomeness" this is what it gave me. Very fitting!

My Baby Chicks have flown the nest

2008-10-30T19:03:00.001-07:00

Today was my last S.A.T prep class. My student's have been studying since september and their test is THIS saturday. Surprisingly, I feel nervous! I feel like I am about to push my chicks off the tree and they are either going to fly or fall flat on their faces. They have worked so hard these past couple of weeks and all of them deserve to "fly" (actually, I couldn't stand 2 of them- so whatever to them). Either way, I am a proud "mama bird".

Today was an especially nice day in New York. The leaves are orange and yellow. It wasn't too cold. It was, however, windy.

This is the path that I take to the subway.

To the left is a school and to the right is Morningside Park.

I came home and the kitchen looked like this:

I baked cupcakes last night. And I decided to leave the cleaning for today. But we were starving so we decided to order some delivery instead of cleaning. We chose Havana Central. I must say, it doesn't taste as good as when I got 50% of their entire menu. Nonetheless, cuban food is the closest thing to Mexican food, that there is here. Really!!!! The other day we stopped by what we thought was a cheap mexican food place. I ordered a 2 taquitos plate and R ordered 2 tacos de bistec. It was baaaad. Real bad. I mean worse than taco bell bad. And the worst is that it cost $27!

So I guess I gotta turn cuban for while. I've already started. Here are my first maduros (fried sweet plantains- I grilled these though). They were good. Soon enough I'm going to start calling everyone mami and papi! (As in "excuse me, mami, let me put this bag down."

I ate them with a veggie pita- burger. R on the other hand opted for... cheetos. That boy will not eat vegetables to save his life.

At least the patty was made of veggie food/ soy.

El comelón goes to white castle:

2008-10-29T11:24:00.001-07:00

*Written by R and dictated to M

O.K. So we've al seen the movie Harold and Kumar go to white castle. Ever since I saw it, I wanted to join in on the delicious fun as well. I mean everyone who knows me , knows that I love hamburgers. To have many hamburgers, well, that would be delightful.

The other day Marisa and I went looking for fabric. We ended up in Chelsea. Where Low and behold, there was a white castle. I could not resist the temptation.

I insisted that we go in. I ordered 1 white castle burger for a total cost of 75 cents. Short story short, that burger was NASTAY.

It was heat -lamped and boiled. In fact, I would rename it "white castle ass burger". So I guess Harold and Kumar must have been really high to enjoy these things.

*Written by R and dictated to M

The day Marisa lost Halloween.

2008-10-28T09:54:00.000-07:00

It's raining outside. I mean really raining. R came home around 10:30 am soaking and in a bad mood. I thought it was hilarious because he left while having no idea that it would rain. That's the way the weather is here in NYC... she's a tease. Yesterday was hot and muggy. Today its raining cats and dogs. Well, at least I got to use my umbrella today.

I was supposed to head out in search of materials for our halloween costumes.... but around 1 pm R called me and took the joy out of my life. Sadly there would be no halloween for moi this year. Why? Tickets to the H-party sold out :0( . Knowing that halloween is my most favoritest holiday in the world EVER, R asked if I wanted to do something between the two of us. Nah... I thought to myself. I can just imagine us wandering around NYC in giant XXX costumes (I will tell you what we were going to be after thursday- just imagine - 8 ft of foam rubber and brown spray paint). I bet a punk rocker would kick us in the shins and steal our candy.

baaaah! maybe I will make my OWN party and not let anyone else in. stupid overbooked parties.

IKEA sucks big balls!

2008-10-26T22:10:00.000-07:00

We all know this. We all despise going to IKEA. The lines are long, you get lost in their mazes of faux wood side tables and bright green footstools, yet, there is no way around the evilness that is IKEA. ESPECIALLY in new york. An orange costs 75 cents here. I bought a box of tampons for $10 the other day; $10!!! Since when does cotton and string cost $10 people! So, when it comes to furniture, you have two choices: antique (expensive), "modern" new ($1,598 for a coffee table.. umm, no thank you), and IKEA. Ikea knows this too.

(you can take a ferry to the brooklyn ikea)

Because, despite the attitude that the little shit at the return desk gives you, you know, and they know, that you have no choice. So, the sad sad human beings that we are, sucked it up and returned to that hell hole to return some items and buy new ones. Although I thought it was impossible, after today, I have a new earned contempt for IKEA.

The day started out good. R and I decided that we were going to have a "fun" adventure. So we made a an agreement not to fight with each other. We rented a zip car for 2.5 hours. This seemed like enough time, considering that IKEA is only 11 miles from our home (nearest is in brooklyn and we live in manhattan.) The total cost was supposed to be $37. The only catch was that only I could drive. R wasn't yet approved. I picked up my new ride which happened to be in a parking structure down the street from our apt. It was a blue FIT named "flavio" (they named it- I didn't). I hadn't driven in 2+ months, so I drove a little slow and unnecessarily punched the breaks a couple times. No worries... no crashes or scratches were had. As we drove along the Hudson river we took in the scenery. It was gorgeous! R and I decided that we would one day take a jog by the river.

(View from 9A highway- that's new jersey)

We finally got there and returned an ass-load of stuff. Then I wanted to return a coffee table. A chunk of "wood" broke off when we were putting it together and I thought it would be no big deal to return it. I would return it and that would be that. But they refused to take it back! They said that I hammered the nail too hard and they weren't responsible. WTF?

I gave'm an LA bitch out but no dice. In the end they decided to replace the piece. Which would be fine, but I didn't want it anymore!!! - And it took so long to bitch them out and get the piece that we went over time on the rental. And how much do they charge when you return a car late ... $50 an hour! I was pissed.

Thats alright. IKEA will get his!!! I will make sure of it. Anyone remember the episode of My Name is Earl when Earl's ex-wife (joy) can't return a TV console to Pic N' Save so she HiJAcks a Pic ' Save truck and tries to sell it on the black market for the cost of the console? Yeah... me and Joy think alike. Yes we do...

Getting your education at University of Time Warner

2008-10-23T15:17:00.000-07:00

You know how your mom always told you that T.V. was NOT educational? Well, she was lying my petite mon frere!!

Exhibit 1: Looking Professional

My fashion mentors Stacy and Clinton, have made me realize that when I shop for clothes I have to shop with an entire outfit in mind. What I usually do is buy on the fly. If I see it, I like it and it's on sale - I buy it. Impulse buyer. Thats me! Once I bought 8 bottles of diet orange and lemon soda, just because they were on sale. It was a REALLY good sale, but we don't even drink diet soda! Bleh! So now, I have a closet full (or pantry) of random items that don't go together. and I can easily say that I HAVE NO CLOTHES! and if I want to get a job I have to look put together!!!

Exhibit 2: Career Guidance

The Stylista

HAve you seen this show?!!!! OMG. Basic premise: 14 young adults ages 19-28 (hey I am 28!) compete for a 1 year junior editorial position at Elle magazine and an apartment in NY. What the hell! Where was I when they were casting for this?!!! Obviously not educating myself via the T.V., thats for sure!

So far I have learned that to become an editor you have to start at the bottom. In the fashion industry that means getting your editor boss her breakfast and coffee every morning. It also means wearing the appropriate attire. You have to dare to be fashionable but make sure you don't go over board like this fool (bottom left. dude with the black hat and pink tights):

I will be watching this one very closely!!!! Journalism Shmernalism degree! Who needs one? Not me! I'm attending the CW's School of fashion and design.

Exhibit 3: Workplace Ettiquette

Rock of Love Charm School

I have learned that this outfit is only appropriate if your career involves trading sex for money. I have heard this before, but I needed Sharon Osbourne say it in order for me to finally dump this outfit. No more red leather for me!

And always wear panties! You never know when your job will require you take them off and hang them off your boss's lamp.

Where was I this past week?

2008-10-21T18:56:00.000-07:00

I was being a recluse. All I needed was 4 cats and windows covered with foil paper. Not really... I was thinking about a lot of stuff. Some of which I thought was not appropriate for the internets. For the most part, I am too shy to allow everyone I know equal access to my thoughts. As a result, not many people truly know me. Even my favorite girlfriends in the world only know parts of me.

My mother-in-law once told R that she felt she knew me, but didn't really KNOW me. I've realized that my reserved (and sometimes cold) demeanor is both learned and innate (or maybe I was just learning it at very early age?). I remember being 8 years old and being insanely jealous of my younger sister who would walk up to girls on the playground and ask them to play. Where did she get that confidence? Why could I not do the same? I have also grown up knowing that my life experiences have been too difficult for certain people in my life to handle. How do I know this? She told me so. So... I grew up keeping much of my thoughts/ experiences/ wants/ needs to myself.

This blog pushes me to be more honest. Here, I have learned to write without censoring myself. And that's really liberating. I feel as if I have become more intimate with my friends and have become better friends with acquaintances. Then there are the people I don't know and my family members. Will they judge? Will I anger them? Am I comfortable with my mother(s)/mother-in-law/grandmother reading something about me that I have never spoken to them about? Let's face it, if you have ever had a conversation with me, you know that what I say is often risqué!!! So, what do I keep to myself and what do I print? That is the question.

Living in New York has definitely pushed me to think about what I want as a wife, creative person, woman, and human. And because that process of self-discovery is very much linked to time and place, how could I not write all of it down?

I imagine one day combining all of these posts into a scrapbook and keeping it for when my daughter wants to move away. I want her to be able to look into this moment of our lives and think "wow, my parent's did that!" as well as, "wow, my parent's really loved each other" and "wow, my parent's really were nerds!". Or maybe I will keep it for myself to remind me that she has to do what we did and I have to let her go.

While I certainly didn't intend for this blog to be about anything by New York activities, it has become much more. Instead of only writing with others in mind, I will sometimes write just for myself. And since I write for myself, I need to be honest, uncensored etc. So, while I am not not 100% OK with knowing that my mother knows that I drink a little too much, a little too often.... or that my mother-in-law knows that I often have not so PG thoughts about her son (Did she just say that? Yes she did! We are all alone over here. What else are we supposed to do?) I will keep writing about whatever I feel like. As for R... he says he wants to do the same, but can't. Not yet at least. Hopefully I can get him to just post more often ;0)

How, I rocked New York!

2008-10-15T20:19:00.000-07:00

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. I want to BE martha stewart. I want make cupcakes, sew dresses and look fierce while doing it. But, since that is not possible, I will settle for working for her. Specifically, I want to be an editor for one of her magazines. This poses a couple of problems. Problem #1: I have no idea how to go about becoming an editor. Problem #2: I have no experience working for a magazine (well I interned at Teen waaaaay back in college- but that was so long ago that I don't think it counts anymore). So what's a girl to do? Put on her most fierce-working woman-yeah, I know you lookin' at me, but I've got a brain too- dress and walk right into her office. That's what.

How it was Supposed to Happen

Show up to Martha Stewart Studios. Canoodle my way into Mr. HR's office and charm the pants off the hiring manager. Then be invited me back for a real interview.

The Way it Actually Happened

Looking the Part

Early tuesday morning I got up, went strait to the computer and I looked up who the director of Martha Stewart's human resources was. I then googled him and got his address. Next, I put on this purple ruffle dress.

I added a pair of gun-metal grey textured stockings and a pair of open toe plum stilettos. I took a risk by pairing the open toe shoes with the stockings, but since yesterday was all about risks, I went for it. I finished the look with bent curls, some wispy bangs, and my signature ghetto- girl hoops.

Getting In

I took one last look and headed out the door. But not before... I baked some muffins. Thats right, I was going to bribe my way into HR with a basket of home made muffins. I figured I would need them. I wasn't sure for what yet, but I was going to be prepared.

I arrived and there was security everywhere. Nonetheless, I walked right into the building with my head held high and holding my box of muffins in one hand and a fresh resume in the other. I took about 10 steps to the left and I thought I was going to make it to the elevator when a security officer called after me.

"Miss", where are you going?", he asked.

Shit. "I'm going to the 25th floor", I flashed a smile.

"Martha Stewart Studios?"

"Yes"
"Well, you need to check in over there."

I turned around and saw a very eager man waiting for me at the counter.

"I'm here to see Mr. James XXXX"

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No". Silence. "I have something to give him". I smiled again

"What is it?"...

Don't say resume. Don't Say resume. "These muffins."

"Ooookaaaay. Well, I can let you up to the mail room on the 23rd floor and you can give it to them and THEY will give it to him."

I took my pass, walked into the elevator, made sure no one was looking, and gingerly pressed 2 5. My nerves were steal cold as I stepped into the white hallway. At the end of a short hall, two white double doors waited for me. My stilettos clicked clicked as I walked in and said to the receptionist, "I'm here to see Mr. James XXX. I have something to give him."

******

The Conclusion: Foiled Again

I'd love to say that my plan worked. I would love to say that I am writing to you now as an entry- level editor for Martha Stewart Living. But I can't.

I made it through 2 security guards, only to be stopped cold. The secretary quickly sent me right back to the 23rd floor. I ended up leaving my resume with the head mail room guy, who promised to hand deliver it to him. Inside my box of muffins I left a small note.

"Good Afternoon, Please enjoy these strawberry muffins. P.S. I love bringing my baked goods to work :0)" Sincerely, Me

Was I completely over the top? Maybe. Was I unprofessional and obnoxious? Absolutely.Do I regret it? No. I hadn't planned on trying to bribe HR with muffins, but in the end the muffins gave me a reason to show up in person rather than just send my resume. Muffins can't be emailed ya' know!

What I did will probably end up getting my resume in the trash... or not. Ya, never know. Mr. James XXX might say, "who the hell is this chick?. Lets have in her in and see if she really is crazy." If nothing ends up coming from this I will have to be satisfied that, for one day, I rocked New York- and THAT little bit of confidence, is not too bad of a consolation prize.

(New York Waterfalls, that same night)

video retardedness..

2008-10-13T13:46:00.001-07:00

I will do ANYTHING to avoid work

2008-10-12T22:03:00.000-07:00

Hence... the knew post.

You know why I procrastinate? This is why. In order to not rehash and truly put the impending resume marathon (of which I should be participating in) out of my mind, I will move on.

Today was a chill day. Did nothing but sleep, eat, and poop. Aaaaaahhh, the life. (TMI, I know)- Yesterday was more eventful. I teach a full day of classes on Saturday. My classes are on the New York University Campus, but the students are high school students. My kids are great. They are reeeeaaaallly smart. Smarter than the average L.A. high schooler, I would say. Which is awesome because I can spend a lot of time actually teaching, less time doing remedial work and less time being pissed at their behavior (from my experience, kids behave badly because they are lost and have no idea what they are doing). My kids are pretty ghetto-fab. I have a : Dextina, LaTeef, DeaBoo, among others. I fit right in.

At the sake of being too humble, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say I am an AWESOME teacher. I care about the kids, I can relate to them (for the most part we have the same interests: shopping, texting, rock band and wii), and I am TOUGH.

Because, I look like I am 24, and female, I am constantly getting challenged by my kids So I have a strategy. Day one I am a MAJOR bitch. You let the kids know who is boss on day 1 and you will not have any problems from then. Day 2, is what a colleague calls the "Oh, Shit" test. You give the students a pop quiz that is basically hard as hell and everyone practically fails it. Of course they WILL fail because no one is prepared. Everyone thinks, "oh, shit! what is wrong with this teacher?".

After those 2 days you ease up. They are then scared as hell to cross you and come to class a little more prepared. Sprinkle in a little sarcasm and reference to VH1 and you are a hit. Works every time!

However (and I hope I don't offend anyone), teaching as a career, is not for me. There are a lot of reasons why- reasons that I will tell you person if ever you ask- but for now, I will just say, I that there HAS to be something else planned for me. I just haven't found it yet... but I will.

And because no post is complete without pictures, this is what greenwich (said grenich) village looks like: (there are a lot of sex shops)

On a good note... I am making friends. I have blind friend date on friday with someone that Becky introduced me too and I am making friends with my co-workers. After work I went out for drinks with 4 of them. Patrick, Tiffany, Delana, and Erica. We went to the Fat Balck Pussy Cat.

The only thing was... I got so drunk that I had to call R to come get me...;0( I couldn't make it home! I was on the train... but then I had to get off cuz I was afraid I was gonna barf.

The most beautiful day...

2008-10-10T22:54:00.000-07:00

After many many months... it finally arrived. Our amazing videographer Isabel Gonzalez did a beautiful job capturing the most beautiful day of our lives to date. Because I couldn't upload the the actual video, I had to take a video of the video with my camera.Can you say GHE to the TO?

So this is just a quick clip. The quality is horrid but I couldn't help myself. I had tears in my eyes when I saw it for the first time. My fave is the ceremony scene. The actual video is 1000 times better in quality and sound. ;0) And yes, all mamas will be receiving their copy soon ;0) (A good copy.)