Finding Lostings

General Disclosure, there is no such thing as a Losting, is just that I needed an excuse to put up the miscellaneous fairy from Jasmine Becket's Strangeling Collection.

Anyhooo. I have more than one reason to be jumping for joy. Let's see

• I might be disappearing this weekend, completely. I have no idea where I am going, but the thought of finding out is wonderful
• Fall is here officially and squeeze me, but Winter is too overrated this is the most wonderful time of the year
• During the month of October I'll use my License to Witch as much as I can :)

And the top one... is not everyday that I celebrate the evils on the Internet with such heavy insistence, but for once, one of my current addictions brought forth something good.

FACEBOOK is turning out to be the most wonderful of tools, because it lead me to people I often thought about a lot and had no idea where to start.

It was kind of scary to write that initial line, you know the one that will confirm you whether or not life style and geography had taken it's toll, and there was no greater satisfaction that to get and answer that made it feel all again like 1991...

And it is not like I live in the past, but I honestly think that there is some in truth in " you should know well were you came from to know where you are going" and David, Mariah, Beysi and Robin were there when I didn't even know where I was headed (not that much has improved).

To find ourselves as responsible adults is both scary and funny, and right now I'm having a blast with it all. Of a sudden I find myself forgetting about all the stress of these 8 years or so and about what I wanted or didn't want... I'm peeking in a board house room and wondering if the girl in the top bunk bed who is reading her Bible and listening to Pyromania in Volume 20 is as cool as I think she is, or if that awesome Pixie Rocker Girl will allow me to hang with her very tight crew. I'm wondering is that guy has a sense of humor or is just my imagination or if I can survive a full lenght conversation with the skinny SLAYER girl, if we both survive Metal Mission... Okay guys, it's your turn to laugh... I'm doing this while dressed in a perfectly combined binary color coordination... I'm happy that it was written somewhere that we will all meet at a given point in time, even after wondering about for so long.

So to all the ones I just found and the ones I've had the chance to get reacquainted with, to friendships forged through fire, for those rekindling and for those barely starting to glow in the dark... cheers!

"May there always be work for your hands to do, may your purse always hold a coin or two. May the sun always shine on your windowpane, may a rainbow be certain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friend always be near you, may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you."- Irish Blessing

More weekend extravaganzas

Katya, posing for my very bad photo skills, yet taking it all in good graces...


The month of September keeps making the social butterflies flutter their wings. this time it was Katya's 15th birthday.





Katya is Ed's daughter and sort of cool niece by addition :) (Note in favor of Ed- yes he was pretty young when Katz came around) ... anyways it was time to celebrate the coolest teen you'll ever meet, who is capable of both discuss the literary achievements of Tolkien, by getting into deep analysis of Middle Earth and screaming her head out for Orlando Bloom's rendition of Legolas in the films.





After all the running and the photo ops- yes thank goodness for professionals. The party evolved in an all around pleasant experience for both adults and kids present. I had forgotten how awkward these parties are for the attendees which sorta want to dance but are not really up to it, so they end up with girl and girl dancing until one of the boys just breaks the ice... or in our case Lizbeth and her husband Nick had the guts to go to the dance floor and take on daddy Yankee's "Gasolina". Then Kendra ventured on the floor with Lysandra and for the first time ever my sister confessed being old....





The food was excellent, the daddy and Katya moments touching to the point of tears, the music smashing, the electric slide obligatory and the night left us all miserably tired but blissfully happy.





So Katz, many happy returns!!!!

"Birthdays are nature's way of telling us to eat more cake." Anonymous

Happy B-day Mom!!!

Hey Mom, you've made it... surviving life for another year was kinda rough in this past six months, but between Jesus and the Power Box, I guess everything will be fine.

We had a bit of a get together this weekend to celebrate Mom's 55... and here is how it went. Lysania who decided to play gracious host made a sancocho (I mean beef stew doesn't even start to describe it- so I'll leave it as is). There were tostoncitos on the side (fried greens plantains) and of course avocado and white rice for those with discriminating taste.

Yeeesssssssss!!! Give us a big smile you mighty queen of fritoleras, any ways, it was sorta a hastily put together thing, since we were in the rush of moving from the old house into that fabulous gypsy like state in which you carry your belongings around until you settle down for good. (Mom and dad finally got rid of their house ... the never ending closing took almost 1 month to take place).

In a house full of adults the baby was carried and cuddled around until she decided that it was no longer cool to play cute.... this is yours truly squeezing the life out of Lysanel seconds before she decided to throw a tamtrum letting us all know that she was tired. Ken-Ken on her part was completely sugar-rushed and fresh from a commercial audition, let's cross our fingers boys and girls, my niece has sworn to be the anti Lidsay Lohan.... anyways lots of more pictures to come your way

9/11

It's curious that six years after, I've come to terms with many things... I think I've finally achieved closure. It came to some of us before today, it is still working through the fiber of many of us who will find it some time ahead from now.

I will always remember these buildings as part of the skyline that made me fall fiercely in love with a city.

Closure has nothing to do with forgetting and much to do with forgiving.

To the city: It's busy traffic and it's complicated life, and no fear.

To the Twins: May you stand tall, forever in dreamscapes.

To the dead: A place in our hearts and a moment of silence that depending in how close we were touched by this tragedy, could easily last a lifetime.

To the Troops: Love and the wish for a safe return.

To the Executioners of it all: Mercy, with an open heart.

"Some people fear complacency; others fear forgetting. Others have only limited space in memory, and the day is overwritten by the events that followed, by war and hurricane and every family's private trials. But the record can't be erased, any more than a year can have 364 days, and anything can bring it back full screen, like a glance at a skyline, a siren in the distance, a prayer that comes as reflex as you walk to work and remember the day they never came home"- Nancy Gibbs

The gay guy that lives in me....

Peoples of the internet... behold the truly trivial

Not to trivialize the lives of all gay guys, but there's one that lives in me and his nave is Gervis. There are several things that Gervis would assert that I'm not sure whether or not they are true:

• That he was born in England and there is such a last name as Spunkmeister



• That he formerly changed his name to Giorgio in fervor of the great Armani



• That he is errrrrr... 23 years old

Anyways, there are things I can assert as true...

• Gigi reminds me I'm supposed to be a girl and takes me shopping once in a while
  
• He looooves when I go blond and insists I wear light hoodies in Summer to keep the hair in place
  
• He also enjoys Musicals and laughing out loud in public places...
  
• He hates me leaving New York for Tampa in which the closest thing to a decent Theater this weekend was HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL...ON ICE!!!

Anyways I tried to make amends with Gigi this weekend by taking him to Starbucks and allowing him to be mean, I also got blond streaks that drove him crazy and big cover your face sunglasses. In an otherworldly effort to please him, I even ventured a little into the sun...

However, all the happy offerings I made to Gigi this weekend were thrown down the drain after we sat down to watch the opening of the MTV VMA's .

Here is what Gigi had to say:

STOP. Please people, just stop. Don't mess with Britney Spears anymore. Even Lynnette who doesn't like her that much couldn't quite stomach Sarah Silverman's skit... how far are you all going to take this... if she were my little sister I would be taking care of her instead of watching the wreck they are all waiting to happen.

So the girl is fat and sluggish...like half of her critics freaking rocking bodies...

She looks worn and tired... well she is twenty five with two kids and thw wholw wide world up her @ss... how would you look?

There you go, the unthinkable, L., or a part of her in defense of Britney Spears.

No quotes except for the immortal William Shatner: "You people need to get a life."

Chronicles of a hairdo foretold

Today I woke up feeling pretty and like loosing at least three pounds... it was either crashing low-carb or getting a haircut... scissors it is.

Went shopping for a new hair dresser after desperately falling in love with my old one- a charming, British guy that was actually gay, my luck... anyways I found this Argentinian lady called Raquel who was as desperate to do something other than blow drying as I was to do something, anything radical.

I said inverted bob... she said the eighties are bound to come back one asymmetrical do at a time, and I said, why not... inverted bobs are so me falling in love with gay guy and I need to keep my hair life going.

She chopped away until I looked straight out of 1985... I was thrilled, so the next logical step is doing something with the color of it all. I was thinking bleached, but that would be a little shocking for us all, so, maybe highlights will do. In the meantime the quote is...

"I feel dizzy, I feel sunny, I feel fizzy and funny and fine, And so pretty, Miss America can just resign!" - from the phoniest puertorricans to ever grace the screen, those in West Side Story