What i love about JJ

Just as there are things that annoy me, there are also things that i love about him.

1. He is a gentleman
When we first met it was a little strange for me, he walked behind me as i was walking to his car, and opened the door for me. I didn't make me feel less like a woman, or weaker; it made me feel special.

2. He can talk
What is wrong with wanting a man that knows how to put together a real sentence?

3. He will never look at another woman in my presence.
We have been to bars, where there has been girls that are prettier and hotter than me, most of them wearing almots nothing; and he never turns to look at them, he is all mine.

4. He is always willing to help out my family, with almost anything.

Do i need to say more ?
5. He makes me feel like a princess.

Fall is here !

Last night temperature 38º F .
This morning's temperature 43ºF.

Today is the first day in 5 months that i am wearing socks. I hate wearing socks, i don't get to show off my beatiful toes anymore. I'm kidding my toes are ugly, but i do love wearing my open toe shoes, especially my strappy nine west wedges.

Back in the days of 95º temperature, with humidity i didn't complain. I hate cold weather. I don't even believe in air conditioning. I loved wearing my flowered full skirts and my cute tops, with no jacket or extra sweater. But i guess Chirstmas has to have the snow.

Anyway fall is here, and we can't turn back time.

Things that annoy me about JJ

It's wrong that i am writting this so early in the marriage, but they have to come out some time. I love my husband and i have made the commitment to stay with him because we understand and love each other, but that doesn't mean he is perfect.

1. Cleaning up behind me.
Last friday I made a big dinner, since he wasn't taking me out to eat and i was starving i went for something big. Enchiladas, a lot of work but i love them. When we were done with dinner i cleaned up the whole cocina (kitchen), the microwave, the dinner table, the dishwasher, she sink. The next day we were out the whole day and got home ate popcorn and went to bed. NOTHING was done to the kitchen, not even sex!
Sunday morning comes and i make brunch, eggs and toast, the only thing around me that was messy would be my plate. JJ takes out the clorox wipes and a towel and starts to clean the kitchen. Annoyed I ask " what are you doing? i cleaned all of that Friday night". He looks at me a little annoyed, "oh, but I am cleaning the bathroom and i thougth i would get this too".
"why?" i ask looking across the aparment, "the bathroom is on the other side of the room".
It annoys me when he goes behind me doing something that i already did. The kitchen was not the only thing, there was the bathroom, the dishes, vacuming the living room, cleaning the kitchen floor.

2. He doesn't come to eat dinner when i call him

I cook a full meal for him, and warm up tortillas. Now Tortillas made by machine in the United states are very sensitive. If kept on the fridge for 1 week, they all stick together and are hard to pull off. When warmed up they go stale and hard in a matter of minutes.
JJ doesn't like me standing warming up tortillas for him, so he waits. By the time i'm done with warming up they are stiff, stale and going cold.

3. He only likes to watch movies that we will "Both" like and of course "both" means him mostly and me willing to put up with it.
We went to the movie rental place, i wanted to get a chick flick, he wanted The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I said yes, i just wanted to get out of there.

Maybe i've had enough for today...

Do you ever get a feeling that you don't have enough shoes?

When every season starts i run into the same problem. I have 20 pairs of shoes... sorry make that 22. But when a new season starts I can not figure out which pair to wear and i feel the sudden urge to go out and buy a couple pairs of shoes.

My shoe shopping habit can not be satisfied, first because i'm poor and broken, and second because it's hard to find good shoes for a price that i can afford.

So this morning, after my shower and watching the weather for today I start to figures out what i want to wear. I realize that i will have to start wearing my fall/ winter shoes, it's starting to get cold outside. But then i noticed that there are a couple pairs of shoes i don't wear anymore because they are unconfortable and i don't like them anymore, and i start to think that i need shoes !!

I need more shoes... i hope JJ doesn't hear this, he will freak out!

Why is he acting soo nice?

Tuesday morning September 27, 2005.

I got up at 6:15 this morning, well woke up at 5:15. J likes to hear his alarm clock for 45 minutes before he gets up. I go to take a shower and find J in the shower already, how did i not hear this in the way over here? i ask myself. Maybe because you are still sleeping, says another voice in my head. I head back to the bed, it's cold, and I lay there thinking about why for some reason the earlier i go to bed the harder it is to get up.

20 minutes later J comes all dressed and shaved and tells me to get up, "it's past 6:30, you have to get up or you are going to be late." What ? 6:30 already? i was up by 6 what happened? I get up feeling even more drowsy thatn half an hour ago. Making my way to the bathroom i take off my clothes and get in the shower. It's not working, it's not waking me up.

Getting out of the shower i notice that fall is coming. J left the window in the bathroom open and the window is letting cold air in.

2 minutes later i find myself staring at the tv, the today show with Matt Lauer and Katie Couric. Why do they always put the hombre first, i thought she was the one who brought all the ratings in? 20 minutes went by and i'm still standing in front of the TV... time to go !

I forgot to buy milk for breakfast this morning, and if my body doesn't get something it will not work all day long and i'm already feeling crappy.

I stop by starbucks and pick up a latte, J is going to freak out when he finds out.

I get to work and it's the same thing as always... nothing. I go through my same routine checking voicemail. If it doesn't get done it's something i will hear about. My comptuter goes on, again the usual; e-mail 1, business e-mail, e-mail 2 and sucias group.

Then out of nowhere J calls. "Hello" i answer. "Hi honey, how are you"
"ok, how are you?"
"oh doing good, i was just calling to see how your day is going"
Right, why would he call just to see how my day was going, ok maybe i'm paranoid and i have lost the ability to belive in romance.

"Ok, thank you for checking. My day is going about the same as any other day." i tell him.
"i wanted to ask you something." he says, charming and sweet voice. "There is this dinner tonight, a guy at work gave me a ticket for it, a lot of opportunities for networking". I listen to his pitch, thinking that he is going to ask me to come with him, in the back of my mind i start to ask myself, what can i wear. And he finishes his sentence with "and i won't be coming home until late, but i won't go if is not ok with you".

What? he is going by himself? "Yeah, it's ok you can go". I answer thinking that i didn't really want to be at a party anyway.

"i want you to know that if is not ok with you i won't go, i want to spend time with you, and i know you don't like to be alone". he continues talking.

"NO, it's ok go." i interrupt him.
"ok, i'll be home late, see you when you get home"

"wait!" I say, "that's why you were being so nice."
"no, no. " he says "of course not, i am always nice to you"
"yes, of course. Especially when you want something".
"no, that's not true"
"ok, get off the phone i have to plan the rest of my evening"

We hang up, and i think to myself 'if he is not home i will go watch a movie, eat out and go to the mall!'

So, tonight i'm watching Just Like Heaven I love that Mark Rufalo, he is soo adorable.

It's finally here..

The movie for the book by Arthour Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha will be in teather soon.

Directed by the very talented director from the movie Chicago, Rob Marshall.

I am soo exctied and ready to go watch it, do you think i should get on line for it ?

LUi

Se van y me dejan....

La Ley is leaving and their last concert in Argentina, this September 29th, will be full of surprises. I want to be there !


Lui

A crush...

When i was 14 I met my best friend cousin, Carlos. He was 18 and was visiting Yuriria for the first time in 5 years since he had moved to California. He was tall, skinny with a little mustache under his nose, dark skin, sad big eyes, little pointy nose. I thought he was cute.

We met and we talked about music, some politics, i didn't know much about politics back then i was only 14, too worried about how to coordinate my clothes to my hair style. We got along, and i started to have a little crush for him. He was always nice and polite to me, always filling me with compliments, or what felt like compliments anyway. He would say things like "your hair looks very nice today", or "how lucky am I for running into you!" when we would meet for ice cream, with his cousin. I loved it, it made fantasize about him all day long and think about him during class.

Then one day his cousin, my best friend Teresa, told me that he had a girlfriend. A girl from the High school (prepa) that had been friends with him since they were little. She was so pretty with her white skin and blonde hair, and so nice too. I hated her and i wanted to die. I cried a whole night and skipped school because i didn't sleep from thinking about it. It was the first time a boy had broken my heart, and to me it felt as the end of the world.

I got over it, we became friends and he wrote me a couple of letters. He got married to his blonde goddess and they had kids. I was upset about it, but eventually moved one. 4 years later I wrote him a letter, to his old address. I never expected to hear back from him, but i did. Carlos wrote back, he told me all about his band and how they were hoping to get a record deal, but they were still working on it. Later he called me, and we did that for a couple of months.

WE talked about Mexico, and how much we missed it. Then he told me about how unhappy married life was for him, and how his wife was not doing so good living in california. Somehow i ended up telling him about how he had broken my heart. "I didn't mean to, but you were so young and you were about to move to PA. I didn't want you to have to deal with a long distance relationship and moving to a new country". I believed him, i was soo desperate for attention that i believed him.

We exchanged a couple of phone calls and a bunch of letters. Until he called me very drunk one night and told me that he was going to leave her wife and kids and he was going to come looking for me. He told me about his failed marriage and how he wanted to get a divorce. Fear and surprise run through my body, i liked him when i was 14, but at 18 i had already moved on and i was a very different person. The last i heard from him was when he sent me a chrismas card later that year. I never wrote back or returned his calls again.

It's been four years and last night I dreamed about him. In my dream he is just like i remember him, charming and polite. He tells me that he got a divorse from his wife and wants to start over again. I get a little freaked out, remembering that I am now a married woman. In my dream he acts completely crazy at the end and walks away crying.

Now i wonder how he is doing.

Lui

esta noche para la cena...

So i have not cooked a real meal about a week. Mostly because we have been busy with work and i've been feeling sick. But tonight we are having gorditas, or sopes i'm not sure yet.

After the ceremony... in a 95 degree weather

I just remember that it was 95º outside and 15 % humidity. The dress felt so heavy and arms kept being pushed into the beads and decorations of the dress, it hurt. Also my make up was making my eyes itchy and my hair had so much hair spray holding it, it felt so stiff. Did i mention that i almost tripped on my own dress?

Next to me the flower girls, having tons of fun with the bubles, my husband is holding to the Recuerdos, (flavors) a basket decorated by me with ribbons, lace and chocolate kisses and hugs inside. Also a card with one of our pictures, that read "thank you for sharing our joy".

Fun, fun, fun...

We don't need counseling.... or do we ?

3 fights in one month, is better than 5 in one week. At least that's what i thought... We have had a couple of fights, no big deal we are still getting used to living together.

When we were planning the wedding i would get so annoyed by the custumes, "don't do that, it's bad luck, don't say that it's bad luck, don't don't don't! " Honestly i didn't like the planning of the wedding, i wanted to do the planning of our marriage, what things would be like the day after the wedding, how things would be the month after the wedding, the years. But just like everybody else, i got carried away with "which flowers best describe my personality as "mean heartless bitch" and "the bridemaids can not look better than me"... and let's not forget " I will make my own recuerdos".

Now thanks to having the perfect recuerdos and the perfect pictures of a wedding, we have fights, about a lot of little shit.

His way of dealing with my emotional insatability is to suggest counseling every time we have a fight but honestly to me that's getting old. I want to be able to be me, the crazy Lui that doesn't like to talk about feelings until she is ready, the lui that wants to just "forget" about certain things, and the lui that just wants to be understood and loved.

But he prefers to do the talking, to do the remembering, to know what i'm thinking, to always know what i'm feeling.

We are working on it... we don't need counseling, we just need to learn to live with each other...

Viva Mexico !

Dia de La independencia... el plan del dia: Pasar el dia mas festivo de mi pais con mis suegros...

Dia de La independencia ...

Para los gringos es mas facil decir "cinco de Mayo" que "deisiseis de septiembre". Por esa razon nos han asignado el 5 de Mayo como el dia de nuestra independencia, y el dia que ellos salen a tomar tequila y coronas en el nombre de "multiculturalismo". Mientras en el dia de La independencia real, no nos dan la oportunidad de festejar !

Cuando estabamos en Mexico, que todavia estaba en la primaria el 15 y 16 de Septiembre eran los dias mas importantes de año. Each year our town would organize a desfile and there would be a big celebration. Mis abuelos y parientes venian a visitarnos y a ver el desfile. All very very exciting...

Then we moved here, y hemos olvidado celebrar los dias festivos Mexicanos, incluyendo el Dia de La Independencia.

Presiento que mi esposo esta planeando llevarme a el restaurante mexicano a la vuelta de la casa... y asi pasara otro año sin celebrar la Independencia.

Poor and Broken

A couple of months ago i had 3 jobs, which mean 3 paychecks. Before getting married I hardly dedicated anytime to myself or anybody else who wasn't a client for one of my jobs. All of my relationships were suffering, including the one with my novio. We would fight because I would spend more time planning somebody's life, than planning our own wedding.

My weekends were spent at the mall or with JJ, spending money was not too big of a deal; I had two paychecks every week, even if one was smaller it made a difference.

Now i'm down to the one job, que no estoy tan segura que me gusta, y one paycheck. It's driving me crazy! I can't go out and buy shoes because i can't afford it, i can't buy lunch because i can't afford it.

But on the bright side i get to spend more time with people that care about me....

Lui

You changed it... now use it.

I have changed my name to take my husband's last name. It was something that i wasn't sure i wanted to do, but i felt it would make our commitment for serious.

Now that all of my documents are changed, which was the easy part, now comes the using the last name part, which can be difficult.

For the open house for our company i had to print out new business cards, because the information for my office changed. I worked very hard at making the logo for the company fit, the numbers to be the right size, to have the right font, the right colors. It looked perfect, and i printed out 25, which will last me a good 2 -5 months.

At the open house a newspaper reported comes up to me, for an interview. She introduces herself, and tells me where she is from. Then she asked me for my name, i said my first name and my married name, and i had her a card. Whose card is this? then it hits me, i made my business cards with my maiden name!! crap !

I will try my best at getting it right, but i can't promise anything.

Lui

Happy Birthday to el rockero mas guapo !

Feliz cumpleaños a Beto Cuevas ! How would i know all of this about La Ley ? I'm obssessed, i thought i had said that before....

Me pregunto que hara un rockero para festejar su cupleaños?

The art of making You and me a WE.

J and I moved in together three weeks ago. My parents didn't let me move in any earlier than that, apesasar de que driving to work for 1 hour and a half was killing me.... Anyway, that is a different story.

I moved there with a lot of my stuff, not all of it because there is too much to deal with. I get there with 20 pairs of jeans, 30 dress pants, winter sweaters, summer shirts, 20 handbags, and about 25 pairs of shoes. Also 250 CD's, 20 vhs tapes, 15 dvd's, 5 seasons of friends, 2 seasons of gilmore girls, 10 or my favorite books and 2 seasons of sex and the city. I forgot... 5 winter coats.

How do you move all of this in an appartment that already has 200 cd's, 10 pairs of shoes, 10 nice men suites, tons of boxers, tons of undershirts, socks, jeans, non-dressy shirts, sweaters, and 4 winter jackets. .... an art I tell you an art.

So we stared by filling up empty drawers, taking any empty space on the closet and over stuffing the hanging bars. It ends up with "please don't mess my order of things. Please don't over fill the closet where my suits are, please move your shoes from the walking closet somewhere else. Where are my socks? where are my shirts? Did you move my jeans? I can't find my *nsync CD, did you sell it? Gilmore girls is not a very entertaining show for me, can we sell it? ..... should i go on. It all ends with "i'm moving back with my family I will send a packing company to pick up my stuff." (i didn't do or say that, but i felt like i wanted to a couple of times)

It is horrible! Our solution, a complete makeover to the apartment. We will move furniture, clothes, beds, shoes, all to make His apartment with My things, OUR apartment.

I'm wishing myself good luck...

Recordando .....

Since June 30th, when i attended the La Ley concert in NYC, my life and music has been so much more exciting.

I attended the concert two months ago, not much is so clear in my mind as the day that it happened, but i was too excited to know what was happening and to make it all even fuzzier i had a Margarita right before the concert; i was very thirsty, and upset and it would have cost 2 more dollars to get water.

It was never been a gritona when it came to artistas famosos, pero siempre me dije a mimisma que si algun dia conociera a la ley no sabria que hacer, y claro cuando empezaron a cantar empeze a gritar como LOCA. Tambien cante todo lo que recordaba de las canciones lo mas laud that i could, my throat didn't bother me until the next morning.

Do you know what is like to have an orgasm? it was 20 times more amazing and it lasted 2 hours... i can not think of a better way of describing the experience, and that is exactly what i was feeling at the moment i touched Beto Cueva's hand. When the concert was over all I wanted to do was lie down to enjoy what had just happened.

Tengo que admit tambien que esta chica en el concierto gritando y saltando era muy diferente de esta chica sentada aqui, escribiendo calmadamente, vestida en ropa 'profesional' de oficina. Y no, no tubo nada que ver con la Margarita.

Aun me dan escalofrios cuando recuerdo la primera cancion que hicieron, "ciertos civiles". No estoy segura de que es lo que significan muchas cosas en la canción, pero cada vez que la escucho siento un chill down my spine. Very exciting moments...

I still remember when the courtain in front of the stage came down, as they were going into the chorus of the song. "cientos de miles son los que han de llegar" Si todas guitamos como histericas.

VEry very amazing experience!!

Lui

First fight

La vida de casados incluye todas las maravillas de la vida. Amor, mas amor, un te quiero por la mañana, una caricia antes de ir a trabajar, un "te extraño" cuando no estamos juntos y unas cuantas peleas por cualquier estupides.

Este fin de semana tube mi primer pelea con mi esposo. Habiamos discutido antes, en el telefono casi siempre, pero siempre teniamos la opcion de colgar y no tener que vernos la cara por otro rato, pero no esta vez.

Cuando yo me enojo no me gusta hablar de que es lo que me esta molestando, in fact i hate if people ask me, even more when is a guy. Can't they just think back and ask themselves, what did i just do or say that could have upset her? and even if they think they got it, think again.

We are back to normal, you know me cleaning after him and making faces behind his back when he doesn't pick up his boxers... but we are at least talking.

Lui