August 2009

It’s the Little Things that Count

by UnknownMami on August 31, 2009

I am a complete and total sap, an over the top romantic. I want every day to be filled with kisses, hugs, poetry, odes to me.

The truth is that everyday romance is a bit more subtle.

Although, I will never stop wanting grand romantic overtures I must acknowledge that my life is filled with modest quotidian loving gestures. Sometimes I dismiss the wonderful things in my life because they do not resemble the moments I see portrayed on film or written about in novels, but the truth is that I am living in my own romantic comedy. Here are a few of the things that I experience on a regular basis that prove that most of the time it’s the little things that count:

  • Every single morning for the last 8 years, Unknown Papi makes me a cup of coffee. When he proposed to me he brought me the ring inside of a fortune cookie with my morning coffee.
  • He cooks for me.
  • When we worked together he would stay an extra two hours after his shift to wait for me.
  • If I am taking the bus home at night, he meets me at the bus stop so that I don’t have to walk home alone.
  • He buys me clothes for no reason and I like them.
  • He tells me I’m smart.
  • He laughs at my jokes.
  • He does way more dishes than I do.
  • He won’t let me clean the bathtub because it hurts my wrist.
  • I never ever have to take the trash out.
  • When I was pregnant and having severe panic attacks there was an entire week when I could not sleep for more than 3 hours every night. He wouldn’t sleep if I wasn’t sleeping because he wanted to take care of me.
  • He spoons me.
  • He is attracted to me and shows it.
  • He likes who I am.

This post was inspired by words of wisdom from The Wannabe WAHM.

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Sundays In My City

by UnknownMami on August 29, 2009

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I showed you mine, now you show me yours.

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Let’s travel the world together!
Unknown Mami

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Fragmented Fridays

by UnknownMami on August 27, 2009

This Week has been a B@tch! That’s right I said it. If she has a problem with it then you can tell her to talk to me about it. Stupid Week better watch her back. She’s lucky she’s not Next Week because I’m kickin’ a** next week (at least I hope so).

I’m not the kind to drown my sorrows with alcohol, but you better believe I’m going to enjoy a bottle of this:

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They say you are what you eat, well I want to take it to the next level and drink what I am.

I’ve been told that I am too sensitive. I prefer to think of myself as tender.

I started working out again this week. Actually, it’s quite encouraging. I’m not as out of shape as I thought. My wonderful friend, who is a personal trainer and is guiding me on my journey back to fitness, met me at the park. We exercised in the morning with our babies. The babies got to socialize and we got to workout together. I thought I would feel self-conscious out in public, but actually the people that did stop and look said nice things and smiled.

My mother is still staying with us. This is the longest time I’ve been around my mother since I lived with her and I have to say I am enjoying it. It is wonderful to see someone who loves my daughter so much. I think perhaps Unknown Papi is ready to see her go, but he’s been very understanding.(Of course as soon as I finished writing that my mother did something that drives me crazy.)

Lately, I’ve been feeling guilty about the paper bag I wear over my head. I try to do my part for the environment and I know I should switch to a canvas bag. I don’t mean to be vain, but the truth is I just look better in a paper bag; it holds it’s shape better. I’m torn. I guess I’ll just be good about reusing the same bag.

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There Was a Boy

by UnknownMami on August 26, 2009

When I was a girl, there was a boy. A glorious boy. The air around him sparkled with little particles of bliss. He was not my friend, I did not know him, I was not even aware of him until he was presented to me on my birthday.

I was in high school and it was my birthday. I was sitting in a class where I knew very few people. Somehow someone knew it was my birthday and they all chipped in and bought me a ticket to see the school musical during 5th and 6th period. Oh, if only they knew what a wonderful gift they gave me.

I went to the play and sat there surrounded by other students, but really I was alone. The lights went down, the show began, and then all of a sudden there he was, a boy like no boy I had ever seen. He was magic and joy! In my mind’s eye everyone else performed in the dark, but he had a spotlight on him the entire show.

Still, I did not know this boy and I was so shy there was no chance. And yet, I hoped. Then I found out he was switching schools. But still I hoped.

The next year I would hear his name mentioned and I would hope, but there was no chance. Then one night I got a call and it was him! “OH MY GAWD!!!”, the valley girl in me exclaimed and we talked for hours and he was even more magical than I had imagined.

We spent time together as friends and he would talk to me about girls and then I knew there was no chance.

I’ve never been a glutton for punishment, but try as I might I could not keep myself from him. I ached for him. I longed for him.

Then things got awkward. I found I could no longer speak around him. We would sit in awkward silences, but still we would make plans. One night he said, “Things are awkward between us because I like you.” Then I knew there was a chance!

Little particles of bliss surrounded me. The world seemed brighter. He made me feel like magic. I saw myself through his eyes and I knew that what he saw in me was real. I was that smart, that funny, that interesting. He was not making it up. Just like I was not making him up.

Then one day he moved far, far away and my heart hurt, my heart ached like it had never ached. I was not dumb, I knew we were young and that we were not meant to be forever. But he did change me forever.

Because of him I’ve never doubted my charms, my allure, my enchantments. This beautiful boy came into my life at a very young age and showed me that I was something special.

Years later when we were once again only friends, we sat in a diner with his best friend and he told the story of us like this:

“I saw her in a play once and I’ve been in love with her ever since.”

I never knew that the first time he “saw” me was onstage, just like the first time I “saw” him.

Because of him I’ve never had a hard time finding love because I have always felt worthy of it and I have always believed in magic.

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Woe is Me!

August 25, 2009

I’m feeling like this week is really kicking my butt and it’s only Tuesday. Really it’s nothing tragic, but it’s all making me feel so damn insecure. To start off with I can no longer deny the fact that I need to loose weight. I had someone indirectly bring it up in relation to an [...]

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Guess Where I’m Taking You?

August 24, 2009

Guess where I’m taking you today? Come on give it a try. Fine, I’ll just tell you. I’m taking you to Scotland! That’s right. Here’s the thing, I have a lovely bloggy buddy, Helen, and she has given me the keys to her place. Alright, perhaps I exaggerate, technically it is her blog I’ve been [...]

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Sundays In My City (Sausalito Version)

August 22, 2009

I showed you mine, now you show me yours. If you link up, please link back or post the Sundays In My City button either in your post or sidebar. I want to foster a sense of community and let people know that other bloggers are sharing their communities too. Happy trails! Find out more [...]

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Fragmented Fridays

August 19, 2009

I went to an audition on Thursday and I sucked! No I’m not being self-deprecating. I can tell when I do well and when I suck big donkey dong and this time it was all about the dong. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Whatever. I’m fine, just wasn’t my day. Ever since [...]

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I’m Done

August 19, 2009

Some things seem too intimate, too personal to write about. Like changing names and hiding behind a paper bag is not enough. Like standing naked in a room full of clothed people would be less revealing than baring my soul. But I’m done hiding my truth. Today something changed, something shifted and I understood for [...]

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Lost in Translation

August 19, 2009

My name is Unknown Mami and I am my mother’s daughter. My mother was born in Mexicali, Mexico. I am 38 years old so I can say with a certain amount of certainty that my mother has lived in this country for at least 38 years, more I’m sure, but I can only attest to [...]

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