May, Thu 5 - Wed 11
A LITTLE DRAMA...
A WALK IN THE PARK...
The week started like this: WEEK 63. BASED ON A TRUE STORY... I think everyone knows
the consequences of long, sleepless nights. Minds go out of whack, and mine did...big
time. Have I ever claimed to be perfect? No. I am a simple woman trying to keep herself
together as time goes by... and by.... and by. The thing is, I am seeing no end to this
situation. I know, I am being negative. You think I don't wish to be in a state of enlightenment
all the time? Don't I wish! You think I wouldn't like to have one of those blogs where
the author is going through hell, but she see it all happiness? Yeah, well... I donno what to
tell you. I guess I didn't inherit any "always happy, calm, cool and collected" genes.
Hmm...Now that I think about it...there are NONE in my family! Allow me to laugh now,
like a frantic woman:
Aha ha ha hahaha ha hahahahaaaaaaaaaa!!
I guess I was both tired and scared. Also, I was clueless as far as how my daughter's
return home would affect my return to Spain. It wasn't something I could ignore and
merrily go on without wondering if this would set me back. I mean what do you do? She
doesn't talk about her plans! Does she have any? Ugh....
So that Thursday, for the second time in 63 weeks, I asked Pepe to return home and "fix this
situation", because with him at home things would be different. He gets more out of
Sandra. But... Pepe, said what I didn't want to hear... to hang in there, he could come in
October and we could get what we needed to get done, and fly back together to Spain.
I don't know what happened to me when I heard October. Thoughts raced. I saw him
coming in October, not finishing what we needed to finish and then I would have to
hang around until December or gasp, even January,2012! Oh, my poor Pepe, I screamed,
"OCTOBER? OCTOBER!! You know what? I DON'T NEED YOU!". I hung up on him, and
sent the phone flying across the room. It landed on the green sofa. Thump. He immediately
calls back and wants to calm me down, but I did it again. I said, "Don't call me!!
Don't you understand? DON'T CALL ME! Somehow, I am starting a new life. I don't
need you!" Clunk. I went crying off to my bedroom as I said, "You'll see. I am going to do
like Julia Roberts in that movie, Eat, Love, Pray... Love, Pray, Eat... Argh! Who cares!
I am going to go away somewhere and find.... find nothing!" Sob, sob, and I slammed
my bedroom door. Boom.
Three days passed without talking to my Pepe. I Felt downright misserable... you can't
imagine how much so. He didn't deserve what I said. Deep down I knew he couldn't
travel during the summer... it's his busiest time of the year at work! It wasn't that he didn't
want to. He just can't jeopardize his job. Understandable, but not to his loony wife that
oftentimes is overwhelmed, tired, bored of being by herself, and officially going insane....
Thank God he loves me unconditionally. He waited patiently for me to come back to
my senses, and after three days, I called him and apologized. I did not hear a word of
reproach from him. On the contrary, he just told me how much he had missed me.
How much he loved me. What an amazing man I have... what would I do
without him in my life! I just have to hang in there a few more months... just a few...
SIGH... until October...
The rest of the week... well, I made a cake for Maricela's goodbye party.
I was quiet pleased with the result... The flowers turned out really cute.
Don't you think?
Oh, and some yummy cupcakes too!
In Spain, for Mother's Day, my sisters, Maribel and Cary, got together with
and ate a delicious meat and veggie Paella!
I love the new look, Cary!
And here is Chef Maribel, with her daughter Carolina and grandson Ivan.
Oh! The "taster" is her boyfriend Juan Carlos, or Juanqui as we call him!
Just look at this !! YUMMY!!! YUMMY!!
When finished it looks like this...
Alright, so I didn't get to eat Paella this year, but for Mother's Day, Sandra, was very
sweet and took me out to eat Mexican. We always end up at El Rio, in Dacula, because
Alonso likes their chips and black bean salsa.
his quesadillas, we get to eat our food without hunting for him under the table...
To Sandra: I am very proud of how you take care of Alonso. You are a great
Mom... and I love you!
By the end of the week the temperatures very high. Alonso, being the little boy that
he is, wanted to be outside. I didn't think it was a good idea... unless he could be cooling
off in a swimming pool, which I didn't have for him yet. (Hey, we are in May!)
Then, Yaya, had an idea.... and it worked!
Alonso thought it was the grandest pool!!
Another day instead of pool time, Alonso and I, had park time.
a golden pond...