Confessions of a Blogaholic

Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting at work. I was looking at all of the stuff that I have to try and get done by Friday. I was feeling overwhelmed and a bit overworked. As I moved papers from one side of my desk to the other, visions of Venice went through my mind. It made me want to go back. To just drop everything and head on back. Stay at the same hotel and re-live those days all over. Except this time, Buddy would be with me too. Here a few weeks ago I posted on how slow Venice was and how I would only like it for a little bit. Now I sit here and realize that I would like it for longer. You see, we would all wake up and have a LONG breakfast, with no where to really go. We would just walk and walk and then have a LONG lunch with either a Belini, or a glass of wine. Then a LONG walk back to the hotel. I would actually take a nap. Yes, I would actually take a nap. I have never napped in my life. Then we would meet back down at the Lobby and go have a LONG dinner. The ...

Daughter. Dear Daughter, I was once 13 too. I used to think that the world revolved around me and that things would just magically happen. I would lay down on my bed and day dream about the future while listening to that magic song. The magic song that reminded me about something or someone. I had hopes and dreams just like you do. I to believed that my friends were the only ones I could talk to, the only ones that understood. I to used to think that my mom "hated" me and I used to think that I "hated" her. There is nothing scarier than raising children. You want to do everything right, but there is no possible way you can. I make mistakes and I learn from them on a daily basis. I can not be perfect, and neither can you. You were my first born, therefore; I expect a lot from you. Maybe to much. I hate it when you think that my parenting you means that I don't LOVE you. It's because I LOVE YOU so much that I parent you. Because I LOVE YOU is...

September 10, 2011 is a day that I will either learn to love, or learn to hate. It is official, and there is no going back now. Kai will be having her Quinceañera on this date. For those who are not familiar with this, it is like a Sweet Sixteen, but for us Hispanics , it is something that we celebrate at 15. All of my sisters, nieces and cousins and myself have celebrated with one. I had honestly discarded the idea months ago. I had no intention of going through this humongous ordeal, because it is humongous!! I had sat down and talked to Buddy about this. I explained to him that with what this was going to cost us, we could send Kai to Europe for the summer, or maybe even send her to NYC for a whole summer so that she could take some dance intensives instead. He was not happy, and he wanted her to have it. I simply said, NO, I'm not doing it. And unless Buddy magically turned into Franc from Father of the Bride, it wasn't going to happen without my help. Then, the unthinka...