Just thought of the word for my mood

Nostalgic

The last 4 days days

Let's see...

Christian began to make "ba ba" noises now. Where before he was making noise, he's now beginning the path of making words. He's been able now to pull himself up from whatever is around and stand and has been crawling now for over a month.

I'm still working on my landscaping. I received a box full of succulents from a "neighbor". I haven't found out who yet, but I put them to great use today in my empty flower pots.

My brother and I finally took down that monster of a dead tree that was just creating such a dreary look to my house. I hate to cut down trees, however, this Jacaranda was officially dead. So in its place I planted a Ficus Benjamina. The house looks so much bigger in terms of yard space having the old tree down. I also gave away my Morning Glory plant.

I know, I have them tattooed to my back, why on Earth would I give this plant away. Simple. It was killing my Canna Lillies, and it was harboring.... S-P-I-D-E-R-S!

Not having it. Luckily enough through the wonders of the internet and Cragslist, I posted the plant and had two wonderful neighbors haul it away. At least it went to a better home.

Lastly, I'm working on two great projects. A necklace and a greeting card. I don't know the name of the stone I'm using on this particular necklace, but the brass beads are handmade from Africa.

Oh, and I just started working on my business cards, what do you think?

I love this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZzAv0zNEsnM

My plane dream

I was home with the kids. I can feel a rattle through the house and a strange sound outside. Kind of far off in the distance and at the same time faintly familiar. It was the sound of a plane coming down. I run outside and I can see the plane go over the house in such a close proximity and with such velocity pass us. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I needed to see where it was going to land.

Suddenly it crashes, somewhere around what seemed like National City. I can see the plume of smoke and the ball of fire blast up from the crash site. The force of the blast was so strong I became aware that the blast of fire was heading towards us!

I run inside, grab Jessica by the shirt and Christian under my arm and my initial instinct is to run into Jessica's room because it's the furthest room in the house away from the blast.

I was so glad I did. The sonic blast from the fire hit the house and destroyed the windows.

Afterwards, after I opened my eyes, I realized I was in downtown Gaslamp, close to where Seaport Village is and the trolley tracks. People around seemed as if they didn't know about the plane crash, but the atmosphere seemed so robotic. I tried to speak but words weren't coming out. Then, up in the sky I see a long white cylindrical tube with 4 cylindrical wings, two on each side. The face of the cylinder was black. It seemed like a monitoring plane thing. It was too thin to hold people in. Imagine those Star Wars fighter planes with the X wings with a long cylinder tube instead. (I drew a scetch of this "spy" plane thing)

I look off to the right and I see a machine open up like transformer where it unfolds and a rocket or missile I should say shoots out of it; (by the way, where I was standing I could see the airport. For some reason where Seaport Village is, in my dream was the airport.)

The missile hits the airport! That's when people start panicking.

I woke up after that.

Oh what a day

Today was a beautiful day. Just as expected in San Diego. I washed Zach and took him and Christian out for a walk. It was a beautiful day. I decide before the Charger/Pittsburgh game to go to Michael's and check out the sales. I picked up foam alphabetical letters for Christian's room, some paper and stamps to start my new project, greeting card making. After hearing the two cashier lady's talking crap about their co-workers I wish one of them well and I'm off to look for shoes for Christian. Pay less... none, Target... none. I head back to my car, run into a Wetsel's Pretzels grab a jalapeno pretzel and away we go. But not until Christian throws one of his fits of rage, refusing to get into his car seat.
Now we're off to Burlington Coat Factory. Unfortunately, I wake him up taking him out of his car seat and I immediately head for the lady's room. Time to eat Christian! I figured that's the no fail solution to go through the store with no musical compilations from my miniature Pavarotti. We get through the first few isles an he's starting to warm up his throat. Yes! I find a pair of shoes for him, lets find something for Jessica. I grab a cute book and some undies for her and I make a trip over to the Home Decor section. Now it starts!?!
There is no way of subduing the wild beast once he's off n' going. I make it to the check out counter with only a mild battle and we're in the car back home. Again, I wake him once we're there. I'm sure that is in part the reason why cranky pants is... cranky!
We hang out at home, he's fine. Marcos decides to go out for dinner......... What a mistake that was. Once again he falls asleep on the way to Lefty's which is only 1/2 a mile away from the house and upon arrival, he wakes up. Marcos thought he could handle it. He says, "Don't worry about it! We'll take the stroller and I'll make him fall asleep."
WRONG!
Never fails, as soon as MY food arrives, Pavarotti does as well. Wails n' all. Mind you, Lefty's is a small, small pizza shack filled with hungry patrons and my son will make it knows that he has arrived.
He's not hungry, he's not wet or soiled. Sleepy, maybe. But he's going to make damn sure that his interrupted beauty sleep will not fly with him.
Marcos receives his food and as soon as I take a bite of my fry, excited that we are actually out of the house and in a somewhat restaurant type establishment, the wailing continues.
Embarrassed and slowly loosing my appetite I ask for "To-Go" boxes and we bolt.
Yep, we leave. On the way home, all of 5 minute drive, he sleeps and once home, he wakes.
I make it my mission to make sure he stays up! Imma wear him out so that he can sleep for more than just 2 hours this time.
Christian is 6 months and still wakes just about every 2-4 hours through the night and only naps at most 30 minutes through the day.
Right now Christian and Marcos are watching Sports Center.
Let's see what Perez Hilton has going on.

The El Torito Baby Shower

What a freakin' surprise this was. Naomi and I had been planning for about two weeks or so to meet for brunch the morning of my baby shower to which she was hosting at her apartment. Little did I know that she had planned the shower as a surprise at our favorite brunch spot El Torito!

I was a bit nervous that morning when I met with Naomi as she had an errand to run before brunch and I didn't think we'd make it on time to her house to meet and greet the ladies for the party after we ate. Jessica, Naomi and I walk into the restaurant and of course my brain doesn't register what it sees. The first thing I notice is Donna, Maebeth and Dorcas sitting, eating and chattin' it up. My first thought is, "Oh look! They're here too for brunch! What a coincidence? Neat!" Completely oblivious to the rest of the party sitting in front of them. Then suddenly, "This is the baby shower!!"..... (still not registering that they were here for me....)

What a great time this was and what a great idea to host it there. There is no better way to gather a bunch of people together and feed them than a buffet style party. Especially for this pregnant lady who's been thinking about the El Torito Corn Cake for weeks!
Naomi completely blew me away. I really had no clue what was going on and still didn't really "get it." I had to ask, as I saw the balloons and presents if we were still just having brunch and having the party at her place. The best bunch of women I know were there. Ashleigh, Ana, Naomi, Josie Fiestel, Georgia, Donna, Maebeth, Dorcas, my little girl. I couldn't of asked for a better day planned for me than that day at brunch.

The service was wonderful and the company even better. After things started winding down, Marcos shows up to help take some presents home. We head over to Naomi's where two of Jessica's teachers, Mrs. Cueva and Mrs. Moore arrive, (I like calling them by their teacher names), as well as Ashleigh, Ana and Ara. Dan was already there awaiting our arrival. We sat and talked for a bit, opened a couple of more presents. I wonder why I didn't take more photos then? Slowly, people trickled out and Jessica and I stayed and watched T.V. with Dan and Naomi. Before it got dark I headed home with a smile on my face reminiscing of one of the best days of my life.

Gatherings like these make me appreciate more the friendships I have and although I'm not around as much or communicate with them as much, there will always be an unspoken bond between these women and I. I will always be grateful to have them in my life.