What do you do...

...when things don't go right? I often think that maybe one day, one day I will break down and cry for 25 hours because one day of crying just wouldn't be enough. We were so close to moving in to our humble abode but things turned into bananas and we split. (See what I did there.) I know that it is no reason to get upset, because like my friend said "Be grateful that you have the privilege about even worrying about that kind of stuff..." and darn it, he's right. Passing homeless people left and right in the morning like if I was avoiding cracks on the sidewalk.

I know that everything will be alright. I just wish it wouldn't take over my husbands head because his pretty little head is gonna turn 50 shades of grey overnight.

This day, the house "situation" had me like a yo yo. My mind was doing circles around my body. I could see it. I did quite a few mistakes today but nothing a good kick in the mental ass couldn't fix.

P.S. Why do people think it's ok to be bossy? I mean, I know you have "authority" over me, but don't push it. I want to see some people do stuff that they don't have to do just so they could see how "easy" they keep saying it is. Please, shut up. I said please.

Tonight, when I was so anxious to just go to bed and sleep, I sat on the train and all of a sudden I heard this young man, probably in his late 20's early 30's call his mom to pick him up because he had new shoes and didn't want to walk because he wanted to make time for his video games. Yes, one of those guys. Well, the man turned around to this younger lady and asked "Hey, where are you coming from?"  Let me first start off by saying that since I was probably in one of those grumpy moods, I thought that if he had said that to me, I would have easily pretended that I didn't hear him until he got the point that I didn't want to make conversation. But this young lady said "I just came from a musical!" insert biggest smile ever. The man proceeded to ask "How was it?" and she said "It was awesome!...." I couldn't hear the rest but her voice sounded very enthusiastic. I couldn't tell if she was being genuine because my brain was too fried to even want to eavesdrop, but five minutes passed and she was still talking to him with genuine responses and she was even asking him questions. I'm sorry, I know that I can be a little guarded against strangers but that is only because I watch way too much TV and I know that certain men can be creepos, rapists, etc. But I was probably wrong, and here this woman was talking to him like if they were gonna be instantly BFFs. He asked "So you got a man?" and I thought to myself "yup, this is what I was waiting for." He is trying to see if she is single or not and was she gonna be like "phew, this is my escape let me tell him that I'm married so that he can get a hint to stop talking to me" but she said "I'm married! Yesterday was our one month anniversary!" and they continued their conversation.

I'm a sad little creature sometimes. I can't seem to be THAT friendly like that woman was. She was getting a star from me and I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was because she was not rude, she was not curt, she was warm, friendly, and most of all not a judge. I judged him before he even said a word on the phone. I wanted to take out my "I'm married" badge (they should make those for real though, for creeps that try to hit on me) and tell him to beat it. But he just wanted to make conversation. Everyone wants to make conversation at least once in their life. Nobody wants to be lonely, not even spiders ::shudders::. And I must add, when they finished their conversation, he turned around and then turned to me and I pretended like I was falling asleep. I'm a bitch. lol.



And even though I said in the beginning of my story that I was sleepy, I had to take time for this girl. She deserves to be recognized. I loved that young lady today. What a beautiful human being.

I always knew...

...that when I would get married, but I never knew that it would be to my best friend. He is something else, he never ceases to amaze me. That outer shell he carries is no shell at all. He carries his heart and soul on his sleeve and he is always true to himself.

I married a man. Thank you God for that.

Time seems like it's ticking faster every day. Just this Monday, it was a month since we've been married. It's been like a dream, I still can't get over the fact that he's my husband. A person that will grow old with me. To build a future with our bare hands, to leave a mark on this world with our love...that's all I want. I want it to never end. That in that next world, he'll still be with me.

I love my family. My little family.

Fourth time

Fourth time my husband and I have gone house hunting. It's no easy feat. I thought it would be, and I can see stress that is causing the love of my life and I wish I could just take it all away. My poor man stresses out so much. I know we will find our house, and I know that everything will be alright. Just wish he would have confidence that we will find our home.

Talking about home, I hope he knows that he is my home. Wherever he goes, and I am not there, I will be homesick. I will miss his hugs, his kiss, his words my shelter...

my girls are sleeping right next to me and I wish I could just snuggle up next to them like they do with me in the middle of the night. but for some reason, they don't think I'm an excellent sneaky snuggler. They move two feet from me and start their slumber all over again. Hmph.

It's getting closer. Closer to forever with my boo every moment I spend with him, we are growing older. We grew up together, find ourselves together even when we are miles apart. I love him forever, the captain of my heart.

I wish I was with him right now.

I wish I could actually drink a milkshake right now too. Fudge. I'm such a fat little kid inside.

Mental note: I must stop saying the word fat. I just said thirty minutes ago when I saw a picture of

Lol. no.

I'm getting married by church soon, I know that I don't need a religion to tell me that God has united us as husband and wife. God knows that the mister and I are one beating heart, two of a kind, three seeing eyes, four beating hearts. God has given us our blessing because if he hadn't then right now we wouldn't be husband and wife. He makes everything possible and I have faith that He knows that He is forever in our family. Church will just make everything "official" for my devout catholic family. I don't mind it honestly. There is nothing to mind. I like tradition. My parents were married in a church, my parent's parents where married in a church, his parents were married in a church...I think it's beautiful. It's a beautiful tradition, the lighting of the unity candle, my dad "giving me away" hehehe even though I'm already taken. LOL.

Oh and guys, I'm not pregnant. :)

We need some cheer...STAT!

My sweet, beautiful, charming, friend Liz has the blahs and I dedicate this post to her. 

Give me a C! Give me an H! Give me an E! Give me an E! Give me a R! 

lets start off with a picture of this little thing

This is you right now, let's see if we can turn your blahs into a smile. 

So there was this kitten that lived in a sock...

He had nothing to do while his friends were all out, giving out hugs..

 

His buddy...Putzo said "Hey! I don't do no hugs! Don't you look at me!"

So he asked his duckling friends to come over so they could all hang out, but they couldn't seem to get over the sidewalk...

They were too small...

Are you smiling yet? If not then...

SO onwards with my story... So kitten calls his friend Smiley ask if he wants to hang out but he is too busy smiling because he's all drugged out. (Got his balls cut off) 

So Kitten gives up and decides to work out, but this winter was a long one and he feels like a walrus doing sit ups...

The feat was too much and he decides to just take a nap but could not go to sleep so he decides to count sheep but instead he got a smiling lamb in his head...

........

I love...

I usually write these when I feel a little down...I don't know what it is that is bringing me a down but I'm sure it will be gone as soon as I remind myself of the little things I love.

1. I love listening to my coworkers (men) talk sports at work. I swear I can listen to them for hours. They are so passionate and they have so much knowledge of it that it boggles my mind. Sometimes I don't know what they are talking about when they start bringing out statistics and such but I don't care, I'm entertained by the emotion behind every word. A girl would hope that men have that much passion when they talk about their girlfriends or wives, but who are we kidding...



2. I love listening to people complain about their petty problems. Makes me appreciate my life more. Ain't nobody got time for that.

3. I love that my friends are nurses, and veterinarians. Makes me asking questions much more easier and I don't have to go to that gosh darn awful webmd website which opens pandora box.

4. I love crossword puzzles. Brain food!


5. I love to watch the Investigation Discovery channel. Although, it's a little morbid, I like playing Sherlock Holmes. I especially love it when my husband decides to watch it with me because he comes up with these crazy theories and he ends up being right most of the time! I think he was Sherlock Holmes in his past life...

6. I love the feeling of passing the train tracks without having to wait for a freight train for twenty minutes. All of you Berwynites know what I'm talking about.

7. I love spring colors. I would wear them year round.

8. I love haters. They are my stepping stones.

9. I love peanut butter with apples. Heaven.

10. I love that Iovan and I got married and nobody knew but our family and a few friends. It was if two stars collided, the earth was shaking, the sun was shining brighter than ever and all the while everyone were going about their business not knowing that a new world was created. It was so intimate.





<3

No cigar...Yeah? Well, I don't smoke anyways.

So my husband and I just came back from seeing some houses and this is our second time that we are just astounded how photographers know all the right angles and how to make many houses aesthetically pleasant-looking in pictures. We have yet to find the house we will call home for many years to come but right now I feel like we are Goldilocks "too cold, too hot...too small, too big...too fucking ugly." Where is our "just perfect"?!

Side note: Husband just asked me what I was doing and I said blogging and he just passed gas and said "Blog about that..." He's just sooooo romantic. -_-

 I will not be depressed about this. With all good things, it takes time, I mean Iovan waited 8 years to put a ring on it...but let it be clear it's a pretty GORGEOUS ring. ;) So I'm sure we will find it. I have no fear.

In other news, baby Daisy is gonna get spayed tomorrow, so mini panic attacks, imagination running wild, and itchy armpits (yes, that happens when I'm nervous. yes, I know that's weird)  have been happening for the past week. I know that this is an everyday procedure but I don't like that thing I have to sign before turning in my pitboo. Something along the lines of  "...and your dog can die during surgery...sorry." UUUUUUUGH! I know they have to say that but damn it, way to freak out a mother. I decided to go to a cute pet store and buy her a "i'm sorry I just had people take your womanhood" present.  Hope she likes it. :/

Side Note: I love those AT&T commercials with the little kids.

Well, gotta go to sleep soon. Have to be at the Spay/Neuter clinic at 7:15 am, all bright eyed and bushy-tailed.

P.S. I'm gonna pray for the hobo that called me a cocksucker yesterday, which I thought was hilarious and I took no offense to it because I think the guy was schizo, and my friend Alex, poor guy seems lost most of the time

Gonna pray extra hard and gonna love extra hard.

♥

Mrs. Plascencia

I'm absolutely the happiest girl in the world. And no, you don't have to be married to be happy but I'm soaking up this beautiful sun and I'm excited about life. I keep taking one moment at a time and each time is better than the last one. Even before I married my best friend, I was happy. I have my health, my family, a job that lets me enjoy other things in life.

I can't say that I know what married life is for now because at the moment we are in search of our humble abode but I know it's gonna be amazing. I really wish people can keep their negative comments to themselves too. I don't want to hear "marriage is hard, I hope you know what you got yourself into." Or "I think marriage is a waste of time" I can't and won't even start thinking my life in such a negative way. I know I must be realistic but I cannot worry about bad things that haven't even happened (you have no idea how hard it was to type that last sentence because I don't even want to put those words out there). Marrying my husband (which I think the word husband is such an understatement for what I think about Iovan) is the best thing I've done in my life. Our love has created so many memorable moments and I'm so grateful. Whatever comes our way, I know that we will embrace it. I know that whatever is thrown our way good or good, it will only make us stronger and better. My husband, the love of my existence, my world, my heart is such an amazing man, I can only imagine that our life together as a family will be 15 million times amazing.