Dear Blog,

I hope you don't take my blank stare the wrong way. It's not that I don't love you, really I do! It's just... just that I needed some time alone. I've missed you though. Whenever I am away from you, there is this nagging feeling that I can't explain. I feel guilty for leaving you alone. Things have settled some, and I promise to make time for you. I know, I know, you are always there for me. No please don't cry. I'm here, I'm back. Wipe those tears...yeah that's it. Do I see a little smile there? Hmmm...ah...there it is! I knew it was in there. *sigh* Oh blog, I just love you.

I got tagged!

Here are the rules: mention the rules on your blog. Tell six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about yourself. Tag six others. Go to each person’s blog and leave a comment that lets them know they are tagged.

1. I have OCD. I check and recheck things that I know I have done...it takes me three times the amount of time it should to do stuff.

2. I love cheese. No really, it's like a love affair. All kinds, the stinkier the better! Anyone close to me knows how bad it is. My girlfriend got me a Cheese of the Month subscription as a birthday gift one year. This is the only reason I will probably never be able to be %100 vegan. =(

3. I hate when people make fun of me for not knowing how to speak Spanish. It drives me nuts!!! Both my parents were fluent, but only spoke to me in English. In fact, they only spoke Spanish when they didn't want me to understand what they were discussing. So I just never picked it up. I want to learn. It's one of my 2009 goals.

4. Since becoming a vegetarian, I get frustrated that the world doesn't know what I know about the meat they eat. I also want to slap people that wear fur.

5. I have a phobia of department stores. I can't go in one without feeling nauseous and faint.

6. I like to see the homes of people I don't know. I'm nosy that way I guess. I love to see how other people live...somewhat of a virtual Peeping Tom LOL

Where are you Christmas?

Forgive me bloggers,it has been four days since my last post-session. Not much going on I guess. I'm getting a really late start with all things Christmas this year. I have a sad undecorated tree in my living room, which hopefully will be full of bling by tonight. Boobs and I did a little shopping yesterday, but we weren't as productive as we had hoped to be. My company Christmas party was on Saturday night, and I'm pretty sure I was the poster child for inappropriate behavior at a company function. I got twisted and fell while trying to drop it like it was hot...but apparently it's not really hot, it's just heavy! So on Sunday, which was our designated shopping day, I was hung over and not in the mood for crowds. We will resume shopping this week and hopefully be finished by the weekend. I will post photos of the tree later. Toodles. =)

Nice tie!

I think Brad Pitt is a little nutso. Jen is way hotter than that blood wearing baby popping hussie that shall remain nameless. Jennifer is so classy and effortlessly sexy. Check her out on the cover of GQ looking all yummy!!!

Just two brothers walking home...

An innocent man was taken off life support early this morning, after a brutal beating with a baseball bat. He was attacked as he walked arm in arm with his brother and was presumed gay. His attacker shouted racial and gay slurs as he savagely struck him with the bat. This attack happened about 13 blocks from where I live, and it's very scary to know that there are people living close to me that would do such a thing. I sometimes walk hand in hand with my girlfriend, and most mornings we kiss as we part ways. Sometimes we get dirty looks, or hear the sucking of teeth, but we just ignore it.

I think people in this world are going nuts. You have to be some kind of animal to hate someone so much that you would take a bat to their head, while they scream and beg for mercy. The thought of the bat hitting his flesh and bone, the sound, the thud... I don't know how a human being could inflict that kind of pain on another human being.

Why should his parents have to grieve for their son? Why did his brother have to witness such a thing? The images surely replaying over and over in his head. Why did he have to die? It makes me so angry.

What's on the brain...

1. There are blogger cliques. Some of the bloggers with large followings only interact with a chosen few. Funny I think. Many of them are hungry for comments, but make little effort to return the LOVE.

2. Watching dirty dancing makes me sad. It takes me back to a simpler time. I remember when cable TV was just a little brown HBO box with an on and off switch. My best friend and I would stay up late hoping to catch Dirty Dancing or For Keeps (with Molly Ringwald). I would love to revisit those times, if I only knew then what I know now, I would have savored those moments.

3. 2008 flew by!!!

4. The three glasses of red wine I had tonight have me in one of those deep thinking moods.

5. It's 12:45am, and I am more awake than I care to be.

6. I realize that my boss is never going to write the memo forbidding my coworker to wear boots ever again. She does this slow John Wayne walk around the office throughout the day, and with those boots on, the sound of each step is deep and challenging...and very annoying. It makes me want to bite down really hard on my pen, or throw my stapler across the room or something.


7. I am really old. My Friday and Saturday nights consist of watching TV and trying to stay up past 12. And if I want to get really jiggy with it, I will add some Shiraz to the equation. Oh yeah I said it.


I guess that's it for now. Nighty night.

Open letter to my boss

Dearest Asshole,

I have been working here for nine years, and have received several promotions. I have been extremely loyal, and watched many others come and go with the wind. I go above and beyond, and do quite a few things that are not my responsibility. I consider myself a team player and always have the company's best interest at heart. My holiday bonus is not even the equivalent of one weeks pay. Why is this? After my second year I received a crappy bonus, and it took me six years to climb just $300 beyond that, and now the same crap again this year. I did not receive a raise in 2008, and was hoping that I would see a lil extra something something in my envelope. Perhaps you were too busy trying to claim the $20 rebate on the Norton Antivirus for your home PC that the company paid for to realize that you are giving me the same crappy flippin lousy ass bonus you gave me last year. Could this be possible? Perhaps this letter will serve as a reminder, and I will be pleasantly surprised at the Christmas party with an extra couple hundred in my card, and a sincere thank for for planning said Christmas party. If I am not pleasantly surprised, I will be forced to write your cell number on bathroom walls encouraging pissed off employees everywhere to call you and tell you about yourself.

Looking forward to your anticipated cooperation.


Sincerely,
Your loyal employee,

Vanessa

Good eh?

$75 per night

The Neptune Hotel, Bushwick, Brooklyn, NY

This hotel is a magnet for drugs and prostitution. Residents have been trying to shut it down for years without success. Unfortunately it's on the corner of my otherwise pretty tree lined block. I called today to find out what the going rates are. The man seemed a little uneasy answering my questions, which made me uneasy. As he was hanging up he said, "Good luck." Apparently you need luck to stay at the Neptune Hotel.

Too much sadness...

I was overwhelmed with sadness yesterday as I watched the nightly news.

First the Black Friday stampede at Wal-mart that left an innocent man dead. His body trampled on by greedy savage shoppers.

Then a bus driver (on my bus route), stabbed to death by a passenger demanding a transfer.

An orphaned two year old pleading for his dead mother, murdered by terrorists in Mumbai.

Death feels so far away from all of us. The truth is, most times, you never see it coming. Sorry for the gloomy post, but it's what I am feeling at this moment.

*sigh*

So this is what it's come to...

I have resorted to cruel and unusual tactics to ensure that I do not cheat on my diet. Now when I say "diet" I really mean that I am just trying to eat well and shed some pounds...it's just easier to say diet. Ok, so my new tactic is (insert horror music here), whenever I feel the urge to cheat on my "diet" I watch a Beyonce or Shakira music video. By the time it's over, the urge to comsume inhale the the sweet creamy goodness that melts on my tongue and leaves a lingering hint of sugary bliss....oh crap brb...



Ok, I'm fine now, and suddenly I want carrots.

Thank God it's over!

Ok yeah, I'm thankful, but as a vegetarian, if I had to hear "Happy Turkey Day" just one more time... *covers ears* It's like telling an Atheist "God bless you." I don't want to be that vegetarian that tries to rain on everyone elses meat parade, but FYI Thanksgiving is not a very happy day for the Turkies...or Native Americas for that matter, for some it's actually considered a day of mourning.

I for one, am looking forward to the warmth and fuzziness of Christmas. It is truly my favorite time of year! I'm trying to drop at least 10lbs before the company Holiday party, so I can PROPERLY fit into something cute. Today was the first day of my supposed return to normal food cosumption. I don't think I did very well. I had a corn muffin for breakfast, and egg and scallion fried rice with a veg roll for lunch. *sigh* Tomorrow, tomorrow will be better.

Don't ya love things made in China

If our office Christmas tree goes up in flames, those flames will be very special.

Why you ask? Because they are...

Why can't I just be pleasantly plump and happy?

I recently gained back nine of the thirty pounds that I lost, and it really has me bummed. I have been spiraling out of control with my late night eating inhaling of food. It's definitely a myth that vegetarians are skinny! I have also been indulging in large amounts of irresistible sweets. That's my weakness! A friend brought cupcakes from Crumbs Bake Shop to a little gathering we had this past weekend. OMG OMG OMG They were heavenly. In addition to the overeating, I haven't been going to the gym regularly. I had been going at least four times a week, doing mega mega cardio. I have been trying to convince myself that I'm very active all day thus burning off all the crap that I have been placing ever so lovingly in my mouth. Yeah right! I would have jog to Canada just to break even. So this post is serving as a contract with myself that as of right now Friday, I am going to resume my normal eating and working out regimen.

She really loves Heineken

Egyptian Musk

Reminds me of simpler times
When doing nothing was fun
And you went outside for no reason at all
When HOT 97 was the shit
And your friends asked you to make copies of mix tapes you made yourself from the radio…
Even though you heard the DJ's voice between each song
When your prized possessions were your bamboo earrings
And all the girls dressed like tomboys
When everything was "FRESH"
And there was no SOURCE magazine, just Black Beat and Right On!
And you ripped out all the pages of LL Cool J and Rakim to paste on your bedroom wall
When everyone stopped what they were doing Thursdays at 8pm to watch the Cosby Show
When Nightmare on Elm Street was scary shit
And the Fourth of July was actually fun
When summer time was the best season
And friendships were really real
Damn Egyptian Musk!

Flashback:

How I don't miss 80's & 90's hair.

No turkey, no cry

Only vegetarians who made the life choice to not eat meat because of the inhumane slaughtering of animals will truly understand this post. Today I was given a turkey by my job for the upcoming holiday. It’s sitting on my desk as I write this. I feel a sense of sadness just looking at it. Perhaps one week ago, it was alive, and a painful death was on its way. My whole life I was a meat eater. Growing up in a Latin household, meat accompanied EVERY meal, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Today I can’t even fathom letting it touch my lips. I can’t even see a piece of meat anymore without wondering how that animal must have died, and what dreadful experience it had to endure at the hands of heartless people. *sigh*

WARNING: VIDEO FOOTAGE IS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC.





Click here to watch more videos at PETA.org

I jingle all the way

Get your mind out of the gutter! I was reading my good friend Helm's blog (oh yeah we're besties hehe), and it got me to thinking about Christmas. I love Christmas, but I don't really celebrate it for its religious significance anymore. It seems I've become more spiritual than religious in the last few years. My mother wasn't thrilled about the Buddha that was watching her pee in my bathroom, but I told her that I think Jesus glaring at her would have been way scarier. Anyway, setting aside religion, there is just a feeling around the holidays that I can't explain. It's happy, it's nostalgic, it's cozy, it's exciting, it's emotional, it's full of love (most of the time)...it's just merry and wonderful. In January when the credit card bills start rolling in, and you're wondering if those battery operated heated slippers you bought Aunt Shelly were really worth it, just think of how often you really buy your loved ones gifts. And although it's not all about gift giving, it feels great to be able to give and receive.

Check yo'self befo' you wreck yo'self.

I understand that my use of public transportation reduces my carbon footprint, so I feel good about my contribution to saving the planet, but lord am I surrounded by complete idiots. Sometimes I feel like I'm on a hidden camera show! Today a very large woman sat next to me in a two-seater and literally had me pinned to the window for about a half an hour. In no way is this a jab at her weight, because I too am on a weight loss journey, but the key is knowing where you fit, and where you don’t. Another favorite is when someone has been waiting for the bus for a while, and they wait till they get on the bus to start digging through their bottomless pit of a purse for their Metro Card. Oooohh another is when someone is going down into the station while talking on their cell phone, and they stop short in the middle of the stairs to get their last few words in before losing their signal. I also love it when people bust open their box of Popeye’s and start grubbing right next to you. Why do I have to smell like fried chicken? Or, or, this is a good one, what about the guy who likes to take full advantage of a crowded bus/train by standing right behind you rocking to and fro poking you with his semi hard pee pee…that’s always fun!

Ahhh public transportation, it’s good times.

Does anyone speak English?

I had an out of body experience at a Chinese buffet last night. All I wanted were crab legs. Yeah yeah, I know, I haven't quite given up seafood yet...but I'm working on it. Anyway, all I wanted were crab legs, but they were being held hostage in the kitchen. Why? I can't answer that. I asked several workers if crab legs were coming out, because I had called ahead of time to make sure they served crab legs during dinner time, and was told that they did. Every time I asked, they pointed at something saying "napisitoo, napisitoo", it didn't even sound like Chinese. I was very confused. Finally a man took my plate, went into the kitchen and came back with a plate of crab legs. Very weird. Hardly enough for our party of fifteen. I guess it was all you can eat...except for crab legs. So while the rest of our party waited for another magical plate of crab legs to appear, I went on a search for butter. And there was...you guessed it, NO BUTTER. I gave the plate of crab legs to my daughter to hold, and told her to guard it with her life. I went in circles asking for butter, "One minute, one minute...napisitoo, napisitoo". Five minutes and ten napisitoo's later, nothing. There I stood in the middle of the buffet with this overwhelming anxiety building in my chest, which unfortunately resulted in that out of body experience I mentioned before. Gripping my little butter bowl tighter than a pimp holds his money I screamed, "DOES ANYONE SPEAK ENGLISH...ANYONE...DOES ANYONE SPEAK ENGLISH???" After a moment of complete silence, a woman appeared with butter. But no crab legs.

The crab leg situation was really only the half of it. The staff was abrupt and very rude, and treated us like trash. This was by the way the most expensive buffet I have ever been to, and also the smallest!

Later I tried to figure out what napisitoo meant. I can only gather she was saying lapistoo which translated to lobster maybe?? If that's the case, they were trying to suggest we eat some imitation lobster meat so they wouldn't have to waste their crab legs on us.

Just so you know, as our rather "dark" party left, every Asian at the buffet had an overflowing plate of crab legs. Funny I thought.

Me with the very coveted crab legs...


And my friend with no crab legs...



P.S. They were horrible.

Would You Rather...

So Boobs purchased a game for a kind of housewarming we are having next weekend, it's called Would You Rather. I have unofficially played this game with one of my bosses (the young cool one), but we don't get very creative. I've asked him things like:

Would you rather be freeeeeezing cold, or burnnnnnning hot?
Would you rather be starvvvvving, or so full you feel like you are about to explode?

Pretty boring right?

Well these would you rather game people have taken it to another level!!

Would you rather...
Eat a tablespoon of dried boogers, or tablespoon of eye crusties?
Drink a gallon of used hot dog water, or a shot glass of someone else's foot sweat?
Lick the floor underneath a refrigerator, or the underside of a toilet rim?

*gags*

Should be fun!

Turkey anyone?

I have been at my job for almost nine years. This past March I made the decision to go vegetarian. Yesterday at work I received a memo which said, this year (for the first time ever in all of my meat eating years) to express their gratitude for our hard work, we would be receiving a free turkey. Great.

Concrete diving anyone?

So this morning was running pretty smoothly. I caught the 8:15 bus. There was no abnormal activity on the 8:15 bus. Everything was just dandy. I got off the bus and looked at the time….. 8:57…WHAT??? That bus usually gets me to work at roughly 8:45. So with a block and a half ahead of me, I started to do a lil jogging. Now I should tell you that my office is extremely casual, so I am wearing Converse and a lil morning jog shouldn't be a dangerous thing. I mean it’s not like I am wearing stilettos or anything. OK now I don’t play baseball, but from what I have seen on TV, what happened next can only be described as me stealing third base, except there was no base, just rugged uneven concrete. And while I understand that putting my hands out in front of me protected my face and teeth. Oh lord, my teeth, I don’t want to even imagine the horror. I won’t even speak of it. So while I do understand the benefit of putting my hands in front of me, can I just say…OOOOOOUUUUUCHHHH!!!! I went flying and sliding on that concrete. Of course it was much more than physical pain. There was a red light situation, so about ten cars parallel to me were in a perfect position to feast on my humiliation. What happened next you ask? I got up very quickly, so quickly in fact that I dropped my cell phone. I heard a voice coming from one of the cars, “Are you OK?” My response, “Yeah, Yeah, I’m fine thanks!” I shuffled with my bag, picked up my cell phone and kept running. I ran like I stole something. I wasn’t even thinking about getting to work by 9am anymore. I just wanted to get away from those eyes that had seen that fall. I got to work at 8:59. The whole event was more than two minutes though… I remembered later that my watch is fast, so I didn’t even need to run.

Other events of the morning include the breakfast delivery guy forgetting my Snapple, realizing I might have lost my vitamins during the fall, and a bottle of Aleve opening up in my bag. Oh and there is dirt embedded so deeply in my raw hands that I can’t get it out.

There is a bottle of Shiraz at home with my name ALLLLL over it.

Shakira Shakira

OK, so she is neck in neck with SJP on my obsession scale.



Her hips don't lie you know, and mine don't either...they tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. The only difference is, her hips say Oooh La La, while mine say Arroz con gandules and double fudge brownies. :/

I just love her damn it.

Eddie is the man!

I just had to share this photo of my toddler Eddie taken by Karolina. He is too cute for words, freshly groomed and being a total ham.


And here he is with Karolina, who we believe might have been a feral child. Doesn't he look so sweet and innocent? YEAH OK! He is in his terrible two's big time...but I could just eat him up!

Something in your teeth?

What is a girl to do when she's on the bus and feels a little grain of something stuck in her tooth? Well I can tell you what not to do. Please do not fist your face while sitting amongst other commuters who have not had their breakfast yet, and will surely be haunted by the visual. I will try to paint this picture for you, but I must warn you, it is not G rated. I don't even know letter I would use to rate this experience. Perhaps G is the right letter... G as in GROSS! Anyway, after trying several fingers in the most obscene hand positions to no avail, she began using her metro card. I tried so hard not to look. But it's one of those horrible sights that you can't not look at. The metro card didn't work. Back to the fingers. She inserted her thumb way in the back, and started jabbing at something. This is the grossest part. She removed her finger and began examining it to see what part of last nights dinner was on the moist and glistening tip of her thumb. I almost gagged. This pattern of finger, metro card, finger continued for the duration of my 40 minute ride to work, and I am almost positive it did not stop after I got off.

There really isn't a lesson here, except that fisting your face on the bus is both inappropriate and offensive to innocent onlookers who really don't want to see the undigested remains of last nights meatloaf stuck in your toofus.

Will work for SATC

So the rain is falling in NYC, and what better way to spend the afternoon than watching your very own Sex and the City marathon? I recently received season six as a gift for sending my sister-in-law home cooked Saturday lunches. Does that make me a Sex and the City prostitute of sorts? Will work for Sex and the City? Whatever the case, I can watch the episodes over and over again without difficulty. The show is funny, thought provoking, realistic and has characters that every woman can relate to in one way or another. When I heard season six would be the final season, I was beyond devastated. I have been watching the re-runs ever since, and it got me to wondering...will any other TV show ever take it's place?


SJP can do no wrong!

12 step program needed

So it wasn’t until I was about a half a block from work that I realized I have a serious addiction. I’m not sure how it got this out of hand. I was first introduced to it as a child. But in recent years it seems it has gone from a weekly treat, to a daily necessity. It was about 2:30pm when I got the craving. I was at my desk. I turned to my co worker and gave her the look. She gave it right back to me. That’s when I knew what I had to do. I asked her if she thought they had any at the car wash across the street. Sometimes they do. I grabbed my wallet and headed across the street. It was closed. (Insert foul language here)

I started running. I was still on the clock, it had to be fast. Thought maybe I could score some at the CVS two blocks away (more like four city blocks). I ran in, my heart was racing, I needed it bad. I felt disoriented as I walked up and down the aisles looking for it. I thought I was going to pass out when….

I found it…

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Just a Wednesday evening...

Last night we had to truck it in the rain to Wachovia because for some reason they don't have one in Brooklyn. Should I be offended?? Well anywho, we ended up grabbing a bite to eat at Cosi. I <3 Cosi's signature salad. Mixed greens tossed with red grapes, pears, pistachios, dried cranberries and gorgonzola. Tossed with sherry shallot vinaigrette. They serve it with the most addictive lightly salted flatbread...omgosh it's good. I had it with a tomato basil soup which they also serve with the sexy flatbread. So needless to say, I was chuck full of flatbread. So worth the bloated feeling I left with. And for your viewing pleasure, a photo of that aforementioned sexy flatbread:



I couldn't stop at the bread, so some more macro fun ensued...









I'm addicted to macro.

I Baracked the vote!

And Baracking the vote never felt so good! Watching the results along with the rest of the country, seeing the First Family walk on that stage, and hearing Obama's heartfelt speech all caused my eyes to well uncontrollably with tears. The excitement of what I was witnessing was overwhelming. To hear a President speak of change, hope, and possibility the way he did was something we have been aching for. To hear a President utter the word "Gay" during an acceptance speech was unbelievably monumental. To see people, Black, White, Asian, Hispanic... eyes filled with tears of joy, their hands clenched and held to their faces in blissful disbelief, to see them eagerly hanging on his every word...it was all surreal. Obama represents us all. He feels like one of us. I feel safe today. With the fate of our country in his hands, I feel safe. There is something honest in his voice, in his smile. There is something about the way he speaks of his family, something about the way he speaks of our future that makes me feel hopeful. I believe in him the same way I used to believe in my father as a child. I am proud of our country today. I felt earlier this week like we were a country divided. Today I feel as though we are a country united. The things that separate us have taken a back seat to what we all want for our wonderful country, for our children...for our future.

Yes We Can!

The Things We See

Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Oh Bama!!!

We are a country divided. So many things separate us…culture, finances, race, sexual preference, etc. Who stands for us? Who is against us? This is going to be a year that goes down in history! Even if Obama doesn’t win, he will have come damn close. This is a monumental moment, whether you love him or hate him, it speaks volumes as to how far we have come as a people, that a Black President is even a real possibility.

Some have said that Bush is the devil in sheep’s clothing, while McCain is the devil and doesn’t make any attempts to disguise it. He is just Bush on steroids. We need a change…desperately.

After September 11th Bush spoke passionately about avenging our attackers, he spoke so passionately in fact, that even if you felt nothing but sheer hatred for him, something about the patriotism in his voice moved you. You wanted to believe that all differences aside; he was going to lead us to victory and Osama would pay for the heinous acts of 9/11. So off to war went our fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters. And they wouldn’t stop until Hussein was brought to justice!!!! They were vigilant… WAIT!!! Hussein??? When did we stop looking for Osama and start looking for Hussein? When did changing the Iraqi way of life become our mission? What did I miss? If you didn’t hate him before… (Insert heavy sigh here)

We need a change. I can’t wait to cast my vote tomorrow… for change.

Tonight's line-up...

The plan is to cook dinner (baked mac n cheese, candied yams, and green beans), and spend the evening handing out candy to trick-or-treater’s (who must be in costume), and watching scary movies. Boobs went to Best Buy yesterday where she convinced herself that Children of the Corn, Silent Night Deadly Night, and Friday the 13th were essentials for our DVD collection. Like I said, this is the plan. However, I predict the movies will be watching us. I’m not sure when it happened exactly, but we have become that couple that can't stay up past 11pm. Even if we manage to stay up, I am sure I will spend most of the time with my hands over my eyes because I have developed an intolerance for gore! I wonder if she would go for watching Sex and the City in the dark while I make some occasional scary noises. Probably not. =(

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Playtime with my cam

I was standing at the top of the stairs when the kids start running in for cake and ice cream


butterfly exhibit @ Bronx Zoo


bored on the bus...macro shot of my bag



found this lil guy in my swimsuit...I hope he was the only one.



tiny leaves in a puddle

Some of you may ask…What is a Chuliboob?

So I figured I would write a post defining Chuliboobs. I’m Chuli, which is a pet name that was given to me by my girlfriend. It started off as Chula (which means sexy in Spanish), then morphed into Chuleta (which means porkchop ggrrrrr), and finally the morphing came to a halt at Chuli.

And well, this is Boobs:



Boobs is just kind of a variation of Boobie, Boobala, etc. She is the boobs to my Chuli, but Boobschuli didn’t have a nice flow…hence Chuliboobs. =)

My dogs itchy butt...

So apparently my Shih Tzu Eddie is having some type of allergic reaction to his food. What reaction you ask? An itchy booty, which I can tell you is irritating the heck out of me as well. So I did some research and a couple of sites recommended Aveeno Oatmeal soak to relieve the itching. So off to the pharmacy I went. I stopped in the pet aisle to pick up a bag of food when I noticed a hydrocortisone spray especially for allergic reactions and such. So as I was reading the label, I noticed that there were special instructions when using the spray on lactating bitches. EXCUSE ME!?!? Did the label actually say "Lactating bitches"? Why yes it did reader (at the time of this blog I only have one follower lol). I tried taking a picture with my phone to share, but it was too blury :(

Well anyway, Eddie got a sexy oatmeal bath and seems to be feeling a little better. He's going to be getting royal treatment over the next couple of days with daily oatmeal baths and extra brushing. Too bad he hates every minute of both.

I find this very hard to believe!!!

I know the entire world has probably seen this already...but I find this very hard to believe.  Lauren and Justin Bobby hooking up would be like Obama and Hillary getting it on!  Ummm no!

I killed Mr. Spider

And I felt badly about it. It was alive one second and I took his lil life away. It was crawling, breathing (or whatever it is that spiders do), living...and I took my shoe and crushed him. Funny how we measure life. By the size of something. The smaller it is, the less significant it is...and the easier it is to kill. Some people might say I am crazy for even writing this. But I ask why? What if there were creatures 100x our size? What if these creatures took their huge chancletas and squished us? Just effortlessly crushed every ounce of life from our bodies? Would our smallness make our death any less painful. Would it make our existence meaningless? I'm sorry Mr. Spider.

To write or not to write...

I don't know what is up with me. I know what my dream is. There is no start up money required. There are no current obstacles or limitations holding me back. Just write. Everyday, every spare moment... and don't stop until it's done. This is all I have to do to be on my way. I think part of my fear is that I won't succeed. That no one will want to read the words that come from deep within my heart and soul. I know that my first endeavor will not reach the top of the best seller list. But I just want to be out there. I know I have a story to tell, maybe even one day people will care enough to read about my life. I need to journal more, if I ever plan on writing about my life. I need to capture the emotion behind the events of my life. God knows there has been enough drama to make it a page turner!

I need to get over my fear of public speaking. I don't know how those Jehovah's Witnesses do it. They just start speaking out loud on the bus. Maybe I should start there... with a small audience that will probably not pay me any mind and just assume I'm crazy =)

Then I worry about my loved ones. What will they think about what I write, be it true to life, sexual, explicit, etc.?? I want to be raw, uncensored...unihibited. I think this weekend I will buy a nice bottle of wine and sit in front of my screen and drink until the words begin to flow...

I lost my enlightenment, can someone help me find it?

Somewhere between birth and 30, I forgot how to be happy ::SMH:: So I have been on this spiritual journey for the last year or so, LOOKING to be enlightened. SURPRISE as per Eckhart Tolle, I am what I have been searching for. Guess his book should have been the first I read huh? Not that Deepak Chopra and Iyanla Vanzant weren't helpful, but I could have been happy like a year ago!


Puppies=Happiness