by UnknownMami on July 30, 2011
Just a few bits and pieces of my home.
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by UnknownMami on July 29, 2011
My badge for BlogHer ’11 came! Woo hoo… so excited. I’ll be honest and let you know that I’ve actually been a bit stressed out about going. I’ve never been before and I was feeling a bit overwhelmed until I talked to another blogger and she point blank asked me what I wanted to get out of it and can you believe that I had never even asked myself that question? Turns out that what I want to get out of it, is to meet some great bloggers.
All of a sudden the pressure was off. I don’t feel like I have to RSVP for any particular parties. I’ll go to the official parties that do not require RSVPs if I have the energy. I’ll take my time and connect with other bloggers and if I have to take a break because my baby needs me, then I’ll take a break.
So much stress in my life is self-inflicted and silly. I am not going to stress about something that is supposed to be fun.
I got to hang out with Carrie from tikitiki and Bilingual in the Boonies. I found Carrie when I had just started out as a blogger and I started looking for other Latina bloggers. I went to my buddy Google and typed in “Latina Bloggers” and I found Carrie and I thought cool. So I visited and I liked her writing and then last year I went to Miami for an event and this lovely woman was standing next to me and when I said I was Unknown Mami, she knew who I was and that woman was Carrie and I knew who she was.
When I told my husband that I was going to meet Carrie in the park today I said, “The girls and I are going to meet a friend in the park.” He committed the cardinal sin of saying, “A real friend or a blogger?” I tersely responded, “She’s real!” And she is real and I had a great time talking with her and I have no problem calling her a real friend, not a blogger friend.
And now your Friday Fortune Cookie (don’t forget to add “in bed” at the end, if you are so inclined):
When in doubt, follow your instinct.
by UnknownMami on July 28, 2011
Right around the time I turned 11, I really liked soda and I really wanted my period. Logically, I decided to give up soda and in exchange ask God to give me my period.
Let me tell you, giving up soda for 5 weeks in the summer when it could get upwards of 100 degrees and you happened to be a sugar and caffeine addicted pre-teen was not easy. I used to dream of soda and taste it in my sleep. I would wake up in a cold sweat thinking I had broken my end of the deal.
Somehow, I did it! I went 5 weeks without soda. On the morning that it was all over I did not have my period, but I did have soda for breakfast. As disappointed as I was, I could not share it with anyone because I had been too embarrassed to tell anyone why I had given up soda.
A few days later I went to the bathroom to pee and I noticed that my underwear had some weird stain on it. Hmm. I took them off and threw them away. The next time I went to the bathroom there was that weird stain again. I threw away a second pair of stained chonies. Then I called my mom who was at work and told her I thought I had gotten my period.
I had gotten my period and it all felt sort of anticlimactic. There was no party or mariachi playing Las Mañanitas for me and I felt bloated and uncomfortable.
The worst part was that it was so hot and I couldn’t go swimming, so instead I sat by the pool and drank 5 weeks worth of missed sodas.
The moral of the story: Be careful what you give up soda for because you just might get it.
by UnknownMami on July 26, 2011
When I was little I lived in a house that was haunted. Wait don’t go! I know, I know, this subject is tired. The thing is I don’t even believe in ghosts. At least that is what I tell myself now, but back then I’m telling you that house was haunted.
We moved there when I was in first grade and the first time I saw it, I started crying. Something about the house just seemed wrong. It was “pretty”, but it gave me a really ugly feeling.
All sorts of weird, creepy, and inexplicable things would happen there. We had three dogs when we lived there, two of them ran away, and one went crazy and couldn’t live with us anymore. We had rabbits and they all died. We stopped getting pets.
The toilet would flush itself.
Once, I was talking back to my mom and she told me to stop or God would punish me and I said something along the lines of “yeah, right” and then the ground shook. I kid you not there was an earthquake, but no one except my mother and I felt it. Apparently, only our house shook.
Another time, my brother who was an infant at the time was in his bassinet under a lamp that was hanging from the ceiling. I looked at my mother and told her she shouldn’t put him there because that lamp was going to fall on him. I walked over and moved the bassinet and as soon as I moved him the lamp fell. Crazy!
It makes no sense to me that I have such clear memories of this house that was seemingly possessed and yet, I do not believe in ghosts. Do you?
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Just a few bits and pieces of my home.
