Miami was good to me. I came back rosy, tired, and with a new outlook in life. Never did I think that I would get all of that from a simple business trip. Thank you Mr. Boss man for making me go on a trip I was reluctant to take during the long weekend.
While in Miami, I went to the beach, checked out a program in a school that's caught my attention, spent time with Yvette and had a little rondez vous with he who must not be named. In general, everything was great. Even the not so great parts. Lessons must be learned somehow, even if it is in an extremely bad way.
I have officially closed the book on he who must not be named. Seeing him was great, and it brought back every memory and every feeling I have ever had for him and it was great to see that my feelings were resiprocated; however, I came to the conclusion that at this point in his life, he is not the man for me. He is a 26 year old boy. I wish I would have established this earlier. It would have saved me a whole lot of heartache!
So this week, I feel like a new person. Today was my yearly review and I got a raise (YaY!), and today I got in touch with the aforementioned school and requested the application package. It seems like for once, things are starting to fall into place.
I can't believe that Paris Hilton is getting married. UGH!
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Welcome to Miami...Bienvenido a Miami
So in a very unexpected fashion, work has brought me to Miami today. It's been a looooong day!
I am supossed to be meeting with he who must not be named this weekend...or so we agreed.
Everyone just cross your fingers for me. This could very well kill me.
In the words of Mr. Ray Charles:
Back to the sun I go...I need my Vitamin D.
I am supossed to be meeting with he who must not be named this weekend...or so we agreed.
Everyone just cross your fingers for me. This could very well kill me.
In the words of Mr. Ray Charles:
I've been there before
and I will try it again
Any fool, any fool knows
That there is no way to win
Here we go again
he'll break my hart again
I'll play the part again
one more time.
Back to the sun I go...I need my Vitamin D.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Speed of Sound by Coldplay
How long before I get in
Before it starts before I begin
How long before you decide
Before I know what it feels like
Where to where do I go
If you never tried then you'll never know
How long do I have to climb
Up on the side of this mountain of mine
Look up I look up at night
Planets are moving at the speed of light
Climb up, up in the trees
Every chance that you get
Is a chance you seize
How long am I gonna stand
With my head stuck under the sand
I'll start before I can stop
Before I see things the right way up
[CHORUS:]
All that noise and all that sound
All those places I doth found
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand
Ideas that you'll never find
All the inventors could never design
The buildings that you put up
Japan and China all lit up
The sign that I couldn't read
Or a light that I couldn't see
Some things you have to believe
But others are puzzles puzzling me
[CHORUS]
Oh when you see it then you'll understand
All those signs I knew what they meant
Some things you can invent
Some get made and some get sent
Birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand
Oh when you see it then you'll understand
Before it starts before I begin
How long before you decide
Before I know what it feels like
Where to where do I go
If you never tried then you'll never know
How long do I have to climb
Up on the side of this mountain of mine
Look up I look up at night
Planets are moving at the speed of light
Climb up, up in the trees
Every chance that you get
Is a chance you seize
How long am I gonna stand
With my head stuck under the sand
I'll start before I can stop
Before I see things the right way up
[CHORUS:]
All that noise and all that sound
All those places I doth found
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand
Ideas that you'll never find
All the inventors could never design
The buildings that you put up
Japan and China all lit up
The sign that I couldn't read
Or a light that I couldn't see
Some things you have to believe
But others are puzzles puzzling me
[CHORUS]
Oh when you see it then you'll understand
All those signs I knew what they meant
Some things you can invent
Some get made and some get sent
Birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand
Oh when you see it then you'll understand
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Annush die Hausfrau.
So my brother left this morning and I miss him already. Were it not because his presence had kept me from doing all the stuff I have done today, I wouldn't know what to do with myself.
...I do wonder when I'll see him again...
In any case, today I've dedicated myself to the art of domesticity. This isn't something that happens much, but when it does happen I get so into it that I really scare myself. Today for example, I decided to try out different cleaning agents. I figured that I needed a change so I went to the store and bought a whole bunch of stuff.
Let me just say that I am EXTREMELY impressed by the following two items, and I have spent the entire afternoon asking myself why I didn't buy them before:
1. Mr Clean Magic Eraser
2. Clorox Oxi clean
I know that I shouldn't be advertising products like this because neither of the aforementioned companies have given me one cent to do so, but I think that when any product cuts down my cleaning time and has more than satisfactory results it is important that I share them with the rest of humanity.
So there you go. If, like me, you must clean go buy them now!!!!!!
...I do wonder when I'll see him again...
In any case, today I've dedicated myself to the art of domesticity. This isn't something that happens much, but when it does happen I get so into it that I really scare myself. Today for example, I decided to try out different cleaning agents. I figured that I needed a change so I went to the store and bought a whole bunch of stuff.
Let me just say that I am EXTREMELY impressed by the following two items, and I have spent the entire afternoon asking myself why I didn't buy them before:
1. Mr Clean Magic Eraser
2. Clorox Oxi clean
I know that I shouldn't be advertising products like this because neither of the aforementioned companies have given me one cent to do so, but I think that when any product cuts down my cleaning time and has more than satisfactory results it is important that I share them with the rest of humanity.
So there you go. If, like me, you must clean go buy them now!!!!!!
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Friends and Lovers.
The way a person treats their friends speaks volumes of their true self. This is a belief that was ingrained in me as a child and that to this day it is an intrinsic part of my core values. For me, friends are the family members we chose and as such should be treated with equal appreciation, if at times not more, than those of our own flesh and blood.
But then again, I may be just a little idealistic.
Yesterday I posted what will probably be the last poem I'll ever write about someone I have loved with desperation for the past number of months. This is not because I love this person any less or because I'm over everything that has happened, but because this person has shown me through his actions towards his friends that he is not the kind of person I thought he was, and as such, not someone I am interested in having in my life.
Sometimes I wonder why it is that people, once they enter a certain comfort zone, feel that they are entitled to do and undo in regards to other people as they see fit... the fact of the matter is that just because someone loves you unconditionally - as all friends should- that does not give you a licence to treat them as though they are to be there only when you want them around.
True friendship doesn't work that way. Friendship is a two way street.
If you are lucky enough to have someone care for you unintentionally and is always there for you, you should take that gift and embrace it and if possible reciprocate it. The real world is a cruel place and the thought of walking through it alone should be enough to terrify even the bravest of souls. Although people change, in my experience I have found that true friendships are like palm trees: they sway in the direction of the winds until they find calm again.
If someone can't be a good friend to their friends, that speaks volumes about their character. I don't want in my life people who see friendships as convenient or as a commodity when in reality what they should be thinking is that they are a gift from life.
But then again, I may be just a little idealistic.
Yesterday I posted what will probably be the last poem I'll ever write about someone I have loved with desperation for the past number of months. This is not because I love this person any less or because I'm over everything that has happened, but because this person has shown me through his actions towards his friends that he is not the kind of person I thought he was, and as such, not someone I am interested in having in my life.
Sometimes I wonder why it is that people, once they enter a certain comfort zone, feel that they are entitled to do and undo in regards to other people as they see fit... the fact of the matter is that just because someone loves you unconditionally - as all friends should- that does not give you a licence to treat them as though they are to be there only when you want them around.
True friendship doesn't work that way. Friendship is a two way street.
If you are lucky enough to have someone care for you unintentionally and is always there for you, you should take that gift and embrace it and if possible reciprocate it. The real world is a cruel place and the thought of walking through it alone should be enough to terrify even the bravest of souls. Although people change, in my experience I have found that true friendships are like palm trees: they sway in the direction of the winds until they find calm again.
If someone can't be a good friend to their friends, that speaks volumes about their character. I don't want in my life people who see friendships as convenient or as a commodity when in reality what they should be thinking is that they are a gift from life.
"The only way to have a friend is to be one."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Untitled.
My home lies within the shield of a coward
hidden inside a known foe's soul
I never thought you'd be what I wanted
now I hate to love you though I fear I must.
Every unspoken word holds a secret promise
in the memory of your touch is my happy yesterday
I can't imagine my life without you
though this is the life I live today.
You are not still with me, yet you hold my home
like a thief in the night you stole my trust
I always knew it would end this way
but the midnight hour had not yet struck.
Each promise is a memory
and now I live a life incomplete
and now this burden that I carry
is something with which I can't compete.
hidden inside a known foe's soul
I never thought you'd be what I wanted
now I hate to love you though I fear I must.
Every unspoken word holds a secret promise
in the memory of your touch is my happy yesterday
I can't imagine my life without you
though this is the life I live today.
You are not still with me, yet you hold my home
like a thief in the night you stole my trust
I always knew it would end this way
but the midnight hour had not yet struck.
Each promise is a memory
and now I live a life incomplete
and now this burden that I carry
is something with which I can't compete.
Monday, May 16, 2005
The power of change
Today, while on my lunch break, I stopped by Borders to catch up on my magazine reading. While I was perusing the different publications, a headline on the cover of New York magazine caught my attention: Suddenly Skinny. And Sexy. And Confused: The Shock of Waking Up In a New Life.
The article is about how people who lose a significant amount of weight with stomach surgery find that having new bodies translate to having a new life.
I found the article to have been very well written. It was a nice combination of testimonials combined with the realities of weight loss and specifically stomach surgery- which is something I feel is a topic taken too lightly.
In this day and age the importance of being thin is two-fold: First there is the obvious, aesthetics. Everyone wants to look good and our culture associates thinness with a number of attributes, the most important being attractiveness. Then there is the not so obvious, health. Studies have found that obesity causes a number of deathly illnesses.
Many people fail to take care of themselves properly and suddenly find themselves in a situation where the need to loose weight outweighs the desire to do so, and look for answers in fad diets and then some turn to science (in this case stomach surgery) to solve their problem.
To them I say the same thing my nutritionist told me: “You didn’t get fat overnight so you shouldn’t be looking for a quick fix but for a healthy permanent lifestyle change”.
Not so long ago I was fat. I didn’t have to lose 100 pounds or anything like that, so even if I had wanted to I wouldn’t have qualified for any stomach-surgery, but I lost 40% of my body weight which to illustrate it better would be the weight of an average 9 year old girl.
I spent a year of my life overhauling habits that took me a lifetime to learn. During that time I learned to use the tools available to my disposal to live a long and healthy life. This I didn’t do because I wanted to be thin, but because I wanted to be healthy. Physically, the results even surprised me. Psychologically, I don’t feel like I was prepared for what happened.
The article makes mention of all the psychological changes that come with having a “new body”. Reading through it reminded me of my own ordeal coming to terms with the person I had become. I related to everything the women in the article talked about, yet, all the while I wondered how can someone fully come to terms with a new life without fully experiencing the different stages of the process, and better yet, how does someone learn healthy habits if that’s not part of the arrangement?
Contrary to what some people might think, drastic weight loss causes dramatic changes in the person we are all around. It isn’t limited to physical changes at all. You look like a different person and in the process you become someone completely different.
All these women who put themselves out there and told their stories so candidly are people I have nothing but utmost respect for. I don’t, however, feel like stomach surgery is the answer to this specific problem. There is such a thing as thin and unhealthy. But then again, there is the eternal human quest for the easiest way to achieve anything…
The article is about how people who lose a significant amount of weight with stomach surgery find that having new bodies translate to having a new life.
I found the article to have been very well written. It was a nice combination of testimonials combined with the realities of weight loss and specifically stomach surgery- which is something I feel is a topic taken too lightly.
In this day and age the importance of being thin is two-fold: First there is the obvious, aesthetics. Everyone wants to look good and our culture associates thinness with a number of attributes, the most important being attractiveness. Then there is the not so obvious, health. Studies have found that obesity causes a number of deathly illnesses.
Many people fail to take care of themselves properly and suddenly find themselves in a situation where the need to loose weight outweighs the desire to do so, and look for answers in fad diets and then some turn to science (in this case stomach surgery) to solve their problem.
To them I say the same thing my nutritionist told me: “You didn’t get fat overnight so you shouldn’t be looking for a quick fix but for a healthy permanent lifestyle change”.
Not so long ago I was fat. I didn’t have to lose 100 pounds or anything like that, so even if I had wanted to I wouldn’t have qualified for any stomach-surgery, but I lost 40% of my body weight which to illustrate it better would be the weight of an average 9 year old girl.
I spent a year of my life overhauling habits that took me a lifetime to learn. During that time I learned to use the tools available to my disposal to live a long and healthy life. This I didn’t do because I wanted to be thin, but because I wanted to be healthy. Physically, the results even surprised me. Psychologically, I don’t feel like I was prepared for what happened.
The article makes mention of all the psychological changes that come with having a “new body”. Reading through it reminded me of my own ordeal coming to terms with the person I had become. I related to everything the women in the article talked about, yet, all the while I wondered how can someone fully come to terms with a new life without fully experiencing the different stages of the process, and better yet, how does someone learn healthy habits if that’s not part of the arrangement?
Contrary to what some people might think, drastic weight loss causes dramatic changes in the person we are all around. It isn’t limited to physical changes at all. You look like a different person and in the process you become someone completely different.
All these women who put themselves out there and told their stories so candidly are people I have nothing but utmost respect for. I don’t, however, feel like stomach surgery is the answer to this specific problem. There is such a thing as thin and unhealthy. But then again, there is the eternal human quest for the easiest way to achieve anything…
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Mind the Gap!
I have been in London for two days now, and aside from a few minor technical difficulties, I am having a great time. The more time passes, the more I am convinced that I really shouldn't be living in America because it just flat out sucks over there. I look at London, which is nowhere near my top 5 favorite European cities, and I find myself wondering when did I steer from the path I had chosen, which seemed at the time like road less traveled, and ended up doing the easier thing which was going back home.
Melancholy....
By the same token, I have found that in the past year that I have been away, some of those really annoying American bad habits have rubbed off on me. All those little things I used to make fun of Americans for doing, I find myself doing them now and it pisses me off because I suddenly feel unworldly, which to me translates to unworthy.
Maybe on Sunday I should just "miss" my flight and try to go back to the beautiful, colorful life I once had here in Europe...hard to say what the right choice is though.
I LOVE EUROPE...
Monday, May 09, 2005
Annush Superstar!
It's finally the last day of the cruise...tomorrow at this time we should be in London and I couldn't be happier. Although I have learned to find joy in the simple things while I have been here, I'm more than eager to go back to my pseudohappy/ complicated existance.
Yesterday I went to karaoke. While I was there, I was talked into singing in front of what seemed like everybody. At first I was reluctant to do it because lately I've found that it's not hard to draw attention to myself here and I don't want to be the kind of person who would steal other people's thunder; however, people wanted me to amuse them so I, along with my new friend Kathryn as backup, performed a rendition of "These Boots Are Made For Walking" that would have made Nancy Sinatra proud.
Kathryn and Me
Now I have a fan club.
I also have a couple of really good friends :) Together, we won the trivia game. And I know that they wouldn't have won without me because the final question was "What is Moby?" and everyone in the room was convinced that it was a whale from a novel, but not me. Moby is a DJ/producer!!
I am telling you, I am finiding joy in simple things...
Last night was the last formal night and Ivan and I went to a party where there was only ballroom dancing. I was out of luck because he doesn't know how to dance to any of that, and to this day, everyone thinks that he is my husband so nobody will ask me to dance when he is around. The elderly are so respectful!
Ms. and Mr. Fernandez
Me and Kathryn yet again Let's see...what else...I finished reading "The Motorcycle Diaries" and now I'm in love with someone who is dead. Even more so than I was after I saw the movie.
Oh and I have a story!
Stephanie, my friend who works on board the ship, told me a story about this German guy who came on this cruise with the sole purpose of killing himself. Apparently, he left a suicide note on his desk at home. Once his wife found it, she tried to get in contact with him on the ship, but he was nowher to be found. So they did all the standard missing person drills only to find that the man had jumped. Maritime law says that if someone jumps, the ship needs to go back and look for the body so the ship turned around. Unfortunately, they never found him.
I don't know why I just told you all that :)
Anyway, next time I write it'll be from London so until then mates!
xox-
annush
Yesterday I went to karaoke. While I was there, I was talked into singing in front of what seemed like everybody. At first I was reluctant to do it because lately I've found that it's not hard to draw attention to myself here and I don't want to be the kind of person who would steal other people's thunder; however, people wanted me to amuse them so I, along with my new friend Kathryn as backup, performed a rendition of "These Boots Are Made For Walking" that would have made Nancy Sinatra proud.
Now I have a fan club.
I also have a couple of really good friends :) Together, we won the trivia game. And I know that they wouldn't have won without me because the final question was "What is Moby?" and everyone in the room was convinced that it was a whale from a novel, but not me. Moby is a DJ/producer!!
I am telling you, I am finiding joy in simple things...
Last night was the last formal night and Ivan and I went to a party where there was only ballroom dancing. I was out of luck because he doesn't know how to dance to any of that, and to this day, everyone thinks that he is my husband so nobody will ask me to dance when he is around. The elderly are so respectful!
Oh and I have a story!
Stephanie, my friend who works on board the ship, told me a story about this German guy who came on this cruise with the sole purpose of killing himself. Apparently, he left a suicide note on his desk at home. Once his wife found it, she tried to get in contact with him on the ship, but he was nowher to be found. So they did all the standard missing person drills only to find that the man had jumped. Maritime law says that if someone jumps, the ship needs to go back and look for the body so the ship turned around. Unfortunately, they never found him.
I don't know why I just told you all that :)
Anyway, next time I write it'll be from London so until then mates!
xox-
annush
Sunday, May 08, 2005
When in Rome (or in the QM2)...
The last 24 hours have been by far the most eventful of the entire trip. Although I lost Ivan early on in the day, it was okay as it gave me an opportunity to hang out with the elusive parents.
Oh what an afternoon...
The highlights: the most amazing couple, 2 bottles of Veuve Clicquot, a whole lot of strawberries, and 0 (yes, zero) arguments!
The ship finally reached a stability I feel comfortable with and for that I am super grateful.
While I was waiting for my parents at one of the many bars on board, I was drawing when I spotted this couple who looked like they were in their 70's and looked like teenage lovers. It was beautiful. I went over and talked to them for a while and talked them into letting me document their 62 year old relationship in a picture. I was having a "notebook like" moment.
and they still hold hands... 
Did somebody say champagne?!?!
After dinner we met up with Stephanie and Ed after they finished working and we all went to the ship's disco. Though for people like us, who have been in some of the world's hippest clubs the place was conducive to suicidal thoughts, we had a pretty good time. It proved our theory that it's not about where you are, but the company you are with.
Stephanie, Me and Ed
We had some more drinks (I went back to Perrier after I was done with my parents), and then we danced the night away. Ivan and I even won a dance contest doing the twist! hahahaha
Twist and Shout!
Oh what an afternoon...
The highlights: the most amazing couple, 2 bottles of Veuve Clicquot, a whole lot of strawberries, and 0 (yes, zero) arguments!
The ship finally reached a stability I feel comfortable with and for that I am super grateful.
While I was waiting for my parents at one of the many bars on board, I was drawing when I spotted this couple who looked like they were in their 70's and looked like teenage lovers. It was beautiful. I went over and talked to them for a while and talked them into letting me document their 62 year old relationship in a picture. I was having a "notebook like" moment.
By the time I got to my parents, my inner romantic was out full swing and I loved the world and everything in it. I was all about celebration. I was a bit worried about drinking anything other than Perrier due to the sensible state of my stomach, but it was fine. Though I don't normally drink anything at all, we ended up at the champagne bar, and well, one thing led to another...hehehe
After dinner we met up with Stephanie and Ed after they finished working and we all went to the ship's disco. Though for people like us, who have been in some of the world's hippest clubs the place was conducive to suicidal thoughts, we had a pretty good time. It proved our theory that it's not about where you are, but the company you are with.
We had some more drinks (I went back to Perrier after I was done with my parents), and then we danced the night away. Ivan and I even won a dance contest doing the twist! hahahaha
I mean, I wasn't surprised. We were probably the only people there other than the employees, who didn't have arthritis. I'm sure that gave us an edge. But whatever. WE WON!!!!!!
Today I am on a mission to catch up with my picture taking. I've posed for so many portraits and pictures for other people (apparently i'm a novelty of some sort) that I've lost all the desire I might have had to pose for pictures of my own, but today I've turned a new leaf and I'm all about pictures and fun and I don't care if I fall overboard, I am going outside!
...now though, I am going to kareoke :)
Saturday, May 07, 2005
too much relaxation causes stress
For those of you wondering where I am, I have been on the lovely Queen Mary 2 for a number of days now. I have so much to say about so little that I don't really know where to begin...
My family and I boarded the ship on Wenesday afternoon in NY. Although we almost missed it due to the fact that my mom is convinced that the entire world runs on "Dominican time", luckily we made it. It was then, during the emergency drill, that my brother and I came to the realization that we were the only people under 30 aboard this massive vessel, and that it was going to be a very long week- which it has.
Now, I am not going to bash the ship because it really is impressive in terms of size and stature, and the food is amazing; however, it's not what they make it out to be. Somewhere in the catalogue they should have mentioned that this could very well be a floating retirement home.
Oh how I miss my Carnival ships!!!
Luckily though the elderly can be quite interesting and we have befriended a number of some very nice people with some really interesting stories. I met a really cool gentleman during lunch on Thursday who has been fixated on my mind since the moment I met him: He had planned on taking this trip with his wife for a number of years. Suddenly, she passed away. He came on this trip alone to honor her memory and to this day wears his wedding ring.
I also saw these two people who looked older than my grandma dancing. It was beautiful. You could just tell that they had been dancing together for a very long time.
These little things have made me hope that whenever I am that old, that I have someone like that: someone to dance with, someone who would push my wheelchair, and if I die, someone to honor my memory by fulfilling my dreams.
Anyway...
I haven't been out on deck since Thursday. The weather has been really uncooperative. Not only is it cold outside, it's so windy that I get thrown around like nothing. Yesterday, the tide was so high that I spent the better part of the day in bed seasick and today I was hesitant to get off the bed. Luckily, Stephanie talked me into rejoining humanity.
Stephanie is a girl I went to college with in Germany. As fate would have it, she works on this ship. I was super surprised. Although this isn't the first time that I've run into someone in a place totally random, it definitely is the weirdest place I have done so. But it works out fine because as she says, we make her job easier, and she keeps us amused :)
I am off to go have some tea and cookies (working on eating plenty of carbs!) with my family. Amazingly enough everyone is playing nice-That aspect of the trip I'm really enjoying...
I AM SO GLAD WE HAVE INTERNET ACCESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My family and I boarded the ship on Wenesday afternoon in NY. Although we almost missed it due to the fact that my mom is convinced that the entire world runs on "Dominican time", luckily we made it. It was then, during the emergency drill, that my brother and I came to the realization that we were the only people under 30 aboard this massive vessel, and that it was going to be a very long week- which it has.
Now, I am not going to bash the ship because it really is impressive in terms of size and stature, and the food is amazing; however, it's not what they make it out to be. Somewhere in the catalogue they should have mentioned that this could very well be a floating retirement home.
Oh how I miss my Carnival ships!!!
Luckily though the elderly can be quite interesting and we have befriended a number of some very nice people with some really interesting stories. I met a really cool gentleman during lunch on Thursday who has been fixated on my mind since the moment I met him: He had planned on taking this trip with his wife for a number of years. Suddenly, she passed away. He came on this trip alone to honor her memory and to this day wears his wedding ring.
I also saw these two people who looked older than my grandma dancing. It was beautiful. You could just tell that they had been dancing together for a very long time.
These little things have made me hope that whenever I am that old, that I have someone like that: someone to dance with, someone who would push my wheelchair, and if I die, someone to honor my memory by fulfilling my dreams.
Anyway...
I haven't been out on deck since Thursday. The weather has been really uncooperative. Not only is it cold outside, it's so windy that I get thrown around like nothing. Yesterday, the tide was so high that I spent the better part of the day in bed seasick and today I was hesitant to get off the bed. Luckily, Stephanie talked me into rejoining humanity.
Stephanie is a girl I went to college with in Germany. As fate would have it, she works on this ship. I was super surprised. Although this isn't the first time that I've run into someone in a place totally random, it definitely is the weirdest place I have done so. But it works out fine because as she says, we make her job easier, and she keeps us amused :)
I am off to go have some tea and cookies (working on eating plenty of carbs!) with my family. Amazingly enough everyone is playing nice-That aspect of the trip I'm really enjoying...
I AM SO GLAD WE HAVE INTERNET ACCESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, May 06, 2005
Greetings from the middle of the Atlantic!
An opportunity to blog came on...I couldn't resist...
Things I've learned in the past 3 days:
1.Only old people take these kind of trips.
2.There is such a thing as soulmates.
3.Dressing up is fun.
4.I really do know people EVERYWHERE...
5.Claustrophobia is underrated.
Oh! and I am the proud aunt or grandma or whatever of 5 lovely puppies. It was originally 6 but one died. Oh well! Go Katerina!!!
I am off. I'll write again when I am on dry land.
miss you all!!!
ana :)
PS- Grandma has been acting quite normal. I'm really proud!!! But let me not say any more so I don't jinx it...
mom-me-grandma
Things I've learned in the past 3 days:
1.Only old people take these kind of trips.
2.There is such a thing as soulmates.
3.Dressing up is fun.
4.I really do know people EVERYWHERE...
5.Claustrophobia is underrated.
Oh! and I am the proud aunt or grandma or whatever of 5 lovely puppies. It was originally 6 but one died. Oh well! Go Katerina!!!
I am off. I'll write again when I am on dry land.
miss you all!!!
ana :)
PS- Grandma has been acting quite normal. I'm really proud!!! But let me not say any more so I don't jinx it...
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
my nails are painted pink.
I am finally going away tomorrow and I am absolutely positively elated. This vacation couldn’t have come at a better time as these days I’ve found myself more exhausted and less enthusiastic about life than I usually am. Definitely not a good thing.
In preparation for my trip, I have turned myself into a “domestic diva”- hence the reason why I haven’t posted anything of substance in the last few days. On Sunday I was doing laundry all day long, yesterday I was pressing clothes for what seemed like forever (and I continued pressing even after I ran out of starch- OH THE HORROR!), then I packed and today, in preparation for my parents’ arrival, I woke up at an ungodly hour to clean and I'm sorry to report that I am not yet done.
But all things being considered, I am in extremely good spirits.
Yesterday I had a long phone conversation with my mom, and she is so happy about Gus’s graduation that I spent most of the conversation telling her to quit crying. I don’t know what it is about all the women in my family crying when they are happy though I have yet to see one crying when they are sad. Go figure! She also told me that she is extremely upset over the fact that she won’t be home when Katerina- one of our dogs- gives birth. Deep down I know that if she could either bring Katerina with us or move our trip to be there for her she totally would. As cool of her as this is, I find it just a little disconcerting.
Katerina
In any case, I am just worried about the fact that we might end up with 5 additional dogs aside from the 3 we currently have. She does not intend to give up any of the puppies. Our home shall become a zoo.
But this conversation reminded me that Mother’s day is this coming Sunday and I’ll be with both my mom and my grandma. God help me! Well, actually, that probably won’t be so bad. I’m just annoyed about the fact that aside from all the other stuff I have to do, I have to go buy them each a present. I really don’t mind cause I love them both (more my mom than grandma because my grandma is WEIRD) but I don’t really have time to wander around all over God’s creation looking for the ideal gift for two women who have everything!
Then again, I love my mom…
mom and me
Anyway, as this is probably the last post opportunity I’ll have to write for a bit, this is where I say my au revoir until I either come back in two weeks, or stumble across a computer (and I don’t intend on going out of my way to find one).
I’ll miss you.
xox-
annush
In preparation for my trip, I have turned myself into a “domestic diva”- hence the reason why I haven’t posted anything of substance in the last few days. On Sunday I was doing laundry all day long, yesterday I was pressing clothes for what seemed like forever (and I continued pressing even after I ran out of starch- OH THE HORROR!), then I packed and today, in preparation for my parents’ arrival, I woke up at an ungodly hour to clean and I'm sorry to report that I am not yet done.
But all things being considered, I am in extremely good spirits.
Yesterday I had a long phone conversation with my mom, and she is so happy about Gus’s graduation that I spent most of the conversation telling her to quit crying. I don’t know what it is about all the women in my family crying when they are happy though I have yet to see one crying when they are sad. Go figure! She also told me that she is extremely upset over the fact that she won’t be home when Katerina- one of our dogs- gives birth. Deep down I know that if she could either bring Katerina with us or move our trip to be there for her she totally would. As cool of her as this is, I find it just a little disconcerting.
In any case, I am just worried about the fact that we might end up with 5 additional dogs aside from the 3 we currently have. She does not intend to give up any of the puppies. Our home shall become a zoo.
But this conversation reminded me that Mother’s day is this coming Sunday and I’ll be with both my mom and my grandma. God help me! Well, actually, that probably won’t be so bad. I’m just annoyed about the fact that aside from all the other stuff I have to do, I have to go buy them each a present. I really don’t mind cause I love them both (more my mom than grandma because my grandma is WEIRD) but I don’t really have time to wander around all over God’s creation looking for the ideal gift for two women who have everything!
Then again, I love my mom…
Anyway, as this is probably the last post opportunity I’ll have to write for a bit, this is where I say my au revoir until I either come back in two weeks, or stumble across a computer (and I don’t intend on going out of my way to find one).
I’ll miss you.
xox-
annush
Monday, May 02, 2005
Sunday, May 01, 2005
I still insist...I love New York
As seen on the sidewalk of Prince St. bet. Mercer and Greene
(right across the street from the Apple store)
ways to tell if you are too thin...
While I was sick and then during the following week, I managed to accomplish something I didn't think was possible: I lost 11 pounds. Though for most people this would be something to be happy about, for me it's not. I don't fit in my clothes and in the past week I've found that the only place where I can find clothes my size is Gap Kids.
For my upcoming trip, I need an evening gown and since none of my dresses fit, I decided to go shopping. Well, I don't know where Mary Kate shops, but I found nothing. So in my desperation, I decided to call my cousin Niurka who is at 100 pounds, probably the thinnest healthy person I have ever met.
This is how the conversation went:
Ana: Hey Niurka!...I need a dress.
Niurka: Go shopping.
Ana: I tried! While I was sick I lost all this weight and now I can't find clothes that fit me, and then the one dress I found that I might have been able to wear, highlighted every visible bone in my body!
Niurka: But I'm sure you have really sexy bones! Anyway, have you tried drinking Ensure?
Ana: You sound like Kristhina...that tastes like crap. I'll stick to chocolate cake.
Niurka: You know what's the worse thing about losing weight? Your teeth look huge.
Ana: Speak for yourself. I have a huge head...my teeth look fine.
Niurka: Oh so now you look like a lollypop with teeth.
Ana: No, because in order to make my head look smaller, in true Jersey girl fashion, I put enough hairspray in my hair to make it look bigger that I probably caused a new hole in the ozone!
Niurka: Great, so now you look like a lollipop with teeth and an umbrella.
Gotta' love family...
After an hour of that, she gave me a name, phone number, and welcomed me into her world.
This fucking sucks.
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