BULL SH!T

This past week I read the book “Sh*t My Dad Says”, and I am inspired with this parenting style. Basically, it consists of saying the “F” word a lot, calling the kids “a$$holes”, and saying “BULL SH!T” when you hear a lie.  No more nice Barbie.  Da boyz are going start cleaning their pee off the bathroom floor and whipping the ketchup off the kitchen wall.  I may even throw in a bad word or two. Only for emphasis purposes, of course, to let them know I mean business. 

 

I am happy to report that I have only called my husband “stupid” once in the past month and a half and even when I don’t like him, I love him.  We are newlyweds, happy, and still smiling.  The mister surprised me with a cycling trip in November.  We will be riding across the state of Texas to support wounded worriers.

 

Things are different from this time last year.   Everything from being married, celebrating Mother’s Day with my new mom, figuring out summer camps for the kids, and squeezing in training bike rides before working on a LBJ Presidential report.

 

Life really is good.

Total Favorites

 This post I wanted to show case a few my favorite pictures.   

 

 

Against the mister’s wishes, I am posting this picture of us sitting around in our underwear. Joe (the 6 year old) took the picture as we were winding down for the evening. I love how I look so enamored with the mister.  What I like even more is that Joe saw something here worth capturing.

Oh, Batman.  Will you take a picture with me?  Can you pick me up or something?

We ran the Fiesta Fandango run.  It is a 2.6 mile run that leads off the night parade.  Each year, I hope to do new things or something that I have never done.  This year, I was on a float and it made my day.

 

You may have noticed that I put flowers in my hair.  Da boyz will pick a flower for me and I put it right in my hair.  The other day we went on a hike and I ended up with a bouquet of flowers.  Seriously, I feel like the luckiest gal in da world.

El Boracho walks around NIOSA enjoying the festivities.  This year his girlfriend was with him and carrying his things.  She seemed to not be appreciating all the girls taking pictures with her man, but, it is NIOSA.  I ALWAYS get a picture with El Boracho.

Fiesta is not fiesta without a picture with Melvis.  He is the Mexican Elvis and the figure of El Mercado in San Antonio.  See for yourself.  Melvis is the front cover picture on El Mercado website.  I look way too excited to be rocking with this legend.

I hope you enjoy just as much as I do.

It's the day after...

The day after,

The day after,

The day after,

The day after,

my birthday-

AND I am still celebrating!

  

 

This year I am excited to celebrate my birthday.  I have so much to be happy about and lovin’ life. 

 

I have a new husband, I have da boyz that love on me, and I have a wonderful new mom that makes me birthday signs and invites my closest family to celebrate my birthday. I have a sister that will make me an aunt again, a terribly cute nephew, and two super cute nieces. And of course, Roxy that runs me crazy. All that packaged under a new house.

 

Since the average life span of a woman is 78 years old, statistically speaking, I have lived half my life. When I think of it that way, I have so much left to do.



Our Wedding: April 12, 2013

Barbie and her bike became a bride.

 

I will never admit to asking our driver to be our medical doctor, if needed, or falsifying any medical records. Puerto Rico must do their due diligence in having correct paper work, all with dates of ten days prior to the wedding. We spent the better part of the morning swerving through town to avoid three head on collisions.  Yes, three.  And, these are paid professional drivers.

I will admit to be a total bridezilla when I was told I had to stream press my own dress.  Really?!  What the heck am I paying the resort all this money for if they do not have someone whose sole purpose in life is to make sure wedding dresses are received, unpacked and pressed; then placed in the bride’s suite.  All I am saying is that the resorts needs to hire a new position for just this. I am also saying that I left the lady who took care of my dress a nice note apologizing for my “flare up” and thanking her for how nice she was.

The ceremony was intimate and special- exactly what I was hoping it would be.  Our wedding and honeymoon was a short four day weekend that I wished would never end.  Eventually, I had to stop carrying my bouquet around with me; but most likely, I will end up wearing my dress again to any future events that seem fitting.  It may be to ride my bike around town, but I am still going to wear it any chance I get.

Keep Pedaling

Commuting season is in full swing.  December and January did not have any riding days, but since February it has been about two days a week. 

So,I am riding my bike home from work, and a car pulls out into my lane.  Seriously, how can he miss me?  A visible jersey, a 250 LUM blinking front light, two flashing red lights on the back of my bike, and he still does not see me.

 

Luckily, I was alert and knew that there was not a car in the next lane and I swerved into that lane.  The car bumper was a foot away from me. 

It is funny the things that run through your head the moment after a car slams on their brakes to avoid hitting you. First, I was like thank God nothing happened to my bike. Then, thank God I do not have road rash or anything broken.  Lastly, thank God I can still see the mister tonight and celebrate his birthday.  Yes, in that order.

Then I went right to the blame game and wanted to blame my two riding partners for not riding with me.  We definitely would have been more visible if they were with me. Ultimately, it was neither my fault nor my riding partners.  I wish that drivers in San Antonio were more aware of bike riders.

The cars do not scare me and neither does road rash. I keep pedaling.

LBJ, 2013

The fifth annual LBJ bike ride was this past Saturday and I missed it. LBJ is one of my favorite rides. There is BBQ, a tour of the Texas white house, bluebonnets, and good ol' Texas hospitality along every mile.

 

I registered, picked up my packet, and was all ready to ride. But- I had to work. I hate it when work gets in the way of my bike time.

 

When I broke the news to the mister, I thought he would be too disappointment and heartbroken, and he would skip the ride. I was terribly wrong. Instead I found myself planning the ride, as if I were going, and let him ride with my friends from the Employee Cycling Team. (Do you like that? "Let him ride")

 

The worst part, get this, is that no one took a picture. Out of the five riders from our group, not one picture. Take my word, they enjoyed the cool Spring morning ride, while I worked.

The Builder

This is the post where I would be talking in a high pitch voice and telling you how awesome I think the mister is.  He impresses me and I thinking he is amazing.

 

To hear him talk about the work he did after his father passed away, is jaw dropping.  We both come from working class families and we both had to work to put ourselves through college.   My life was pretty charmed and I sat behind an air conditioned desk while he was doing manual labor.

 

When he said he was building a building, I was like oaky, do what you gotta do. Then he started coming home late and calling after the sun went down.  Even on his birthday, he was happy to be working late, at his "second job".  So, I did what any inquiring girl would do and I went to check it out for myself. 

 

He is literally building a building. NOT having a building built, but building a building. Each day there is progress to the structure and the best part is I can tell the mister is enjoying himself- he has a smile to prove it.