Yelled till they were pink and blue...

It might be the horrible frigid weather, the lack of sunlight, or the extra pounds everyone is trying to hide, but everyone is just super grouchy and it makes me so upset.

This morning the metra was a mess because a train was short a car due to mechanical problems, therefore it was full to the brim. Passengers were squeezing in and staring menacingly at the people literally at the edge of the door trying to bully them into making more room for them. It was impossible. So the people left behind marched right back in to the station to take their frustration at the poor ticket lady. I know that people have every right to be upset for having to get to work late without it being their fault. Time is money, I get it. But why yell at the poor lady behind the window who's only job is to inform and give you your tickets. I mean, a line formed and one by one everyone asked her the same damn question and she gave the same and courteous answer. It's not like she was withholding information or extra trains just for fun. Cursing and yelling was all I heard and It took every ounce in my body not to get up and yell at them, but in the end I would just be like them.

My point is, if you find yourself at the brink of an outburst, remember this

"...let everyone be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger..." -James 1:19

And...

"No one likes a grouchy pants." -Me

Lessons of 2013

Day 2 of 2014 and already so much has happened and by so much I mean, snow. Snow has happened. I can't believe the day would ever come when I've come to despise snow so much. When will it stop?


Anywho, I've recently come to some extra time for myself with this horrible but at the same time magical weather and by extra time I mean "I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND WORK BECAUSE I'M GOING INSANE!" And during this time, I've had time to revise this past year and come to realize so many things, so here goes the lessons Mrs. Plascencia  has learned in 2013:

1. The law of attraction....it's real. Case and point: Got married, purchased a home, and went to Spain. Patience and hard work also a big part of all that. and God, He is all of this.

2. Having a house is wonderful, but I never realized how much I was getting by when I was living with my parents. I mean, do dirty dishes EVER stop appearing? And laundry, OH MY GOODNESS, how much clothes does one man have? Definitely appreciate my mom so much more now. She had to do laundry for five people for a while there, and she also doesn't have dishwasher. God bless that woman.

3. I love my dishwasher. Thank you, Josephine Cochrane, inventor of the dishwasher. 

4. I always thought my relationship with Iovan as boyfriend and girlfriend was amazing. Marriage made it even ten times better. He's definitely the anchor of this love boat but I'm never playing basketball with him.

5. I love having such a huge driveway during SPRING, SUMMER, FALL, but when you don't have a snow blower during winter, my driveway can pretty much suck it. (One good thing about shoveling is the workout my legs are getting since winter has turn me into a sloth on a couch) And by sloth on the couch, I mean just couch. I've become one with the couch. I am couch.

6. I should have listened to my mom more when she would say "Mija, ven a la cocina para que aprendas a cocinar" (Daughter, come to the kitchen so you can learn how to cook). Not that I don't know how to cook now, I can make a mean caldo de pollo. ;) and other things, but THANK GOODNESS for my slow cooker. 

7. Cutting my own hair is now something I do because I can. 

and last but not least, 

8. It doesn't matter the quantity of friends one has, it's the quality. 

I think the lesson the husband has learned in 2013 is to never play basketball with the wife. She will end up breaking his foot. 

Mr. D. Rose. 

Also please stop with the "New year, New me." It's an unattainable goal, in which you're only setting yourself up for failure. Not that I'm saying don't make goals for yourself, but make a realistic one unless you plan on having reconstructive surgery which includes getting a new brain. Just better yourself and you'll see all the wonders and favors that will come.

Welp, off to shovel some more snow.

Happy Old Year...

I can honestly say that I wish this year would be a little bit longer. It's been the best year of my life apart from when I was born.

I was engaged to my husband, for three days.

Married him, for the promise of a lifetime happiness.

We bought a house, for the foundation of our family.

Went to Spain, for two wonderful magical luscious weeks.

....I mean, what else could I have asked for?

Came into this year without a care in the world. Came into this year without a promise of it being the best of my life. Came into this year with arms wide open.


Of course, this year came with its sad tears and minor bumps #Firstworldproblems. The house hunting was a bit troublesome, the husband broke his foot, and the hardest one, we had to give up Daisy, which was for the best, but dang does it still hurt. BUT She's a happy and LOVED puppy, so there should be no more tears. Thankful every day for the new friends I made, the love that keeps pouring into my life from all the positive people I hold so dear to me, and the magic Ms Duchess keeps entertaining me with.

But all in all, thankful for the family I've created with my loving husband. The love of my life. Can't wait to see what 2014 has in store.

To peace, health and getting drunk on LOVE....

but most importantly get drunk in love...

Mrs. Daisy is driving herself

The fact of the matter is that, I'm 26 and I don't have a drivers license yet. Oh, and I'm also scared of driving. Probably one of the worst things to be other than drunk, or sleepy behind a wheel, is being scared. My parents never taught me because THEY were scared for me. So now you know where the problem began. The fear was instilled in me before I even had a chance. Also, it didn't help that I had an accident when I was 15 years old. One that only a few people know of, and now you do too. So sshhhh.

My husband has taken the initiative of teaching me. God bless his soul and mine for that matter. Even though this act of love and concern is great, I still wish it wasn't him that was teaching me. Let's just say Road Rage is his middle name and stupid drivers are his worst enemies and I being a first time driver doesn't necessarily make this better. I want to say that I want to zone him out every time he kind of scolds me, but behind that scold is a lesson and I can't exactly do that.

So far I've done pretty well but I'm talking about three driving lessons and one written practice test.

Mother of God, save me.

Love...

So I'm still hurting but peace is slowly coming. My baby girl is in good hands. Surrounded by people that will love her so much, and already do. But I still miss her. I just hope she doesn't miss me once. I can't even start to imagine if she did miss me. I hate seeing anyone else in pain bc of me. Even if I had enemies....I can't begin to think about plotting against them. My little cow, I hope she quickly forgets my face if she hasn't already. I love you. 

Mommys little girl

"Oh my God, she knows..."

This past Sunday a chunk of my heart broke off and I don't see it returning anytime soon. My husband and I made a decision, the hardest I think I've ever made in my 26 years of existence. We gave my baby girl Daisy to my cousin.

"Oh my God, she knows..." 

My little angel from above was never really mine to begin with. Ever since day one I had to fight to keep her. My dad threaten to kick us both out if Daisy stayed. Through tears and promises I convinced my dad to let me keep her. 

And with daisy there were four. My husband, duchess, daisy and I were a family. Little did I know that my little cow needed extra attention unlike my Duchess. I failed as a doggy mommy. I should have trained her better as she destroyed my dads backyard, drywall, and work shoes. I thought she was going through a puppy phase. It was more than that. I did not buckle down and I let her control my emotions. I should have tried harder but she always had one paw out the door. As time passed she grew to be more and more dominant and it hurt to see my baby Duchess just take it bc of her submissiveness. Fights between them got longer and scarier. 

"Oh my God, she knows..." 

My husband and I bought a house and even then he thought that maybe she wasn't fit to be in our family. Again, I cried and huffed and puffed telling him that she belonged with us. My little runt. She came with and all was right till I saw the life she would live if she stayed with us. Eight hours locked up in the laundry room with so much energy pent up, then we would come home from work and our energy would be drained. (Duchess is the chillest dog and she is never locked up bc she is done with the destructive phase) Not being able to make up for that time. She didn't belong in this house but I just couldn't even muster the idea of letting go. Something clicked one day though, she needed more love and attention. I asked my cousin if he was still interested and he said yes. (Shelters were NEVER EVER AN OPTION. Ive even made my cousin promise me to give her back if he couldn't handle her) I cried. I cried as I saw his message saying he would take her because I knew right there and then that my little perfect family would be broken up. 

"Oh my God, she knows..."

The night before we gave her to my cousin, I had a dream that I was best friends with Kristen Wiig and we were pulling pranks on people. People say that dreams are a way of God talking to us. Maybe it's true or not but if he was talking to me, he was probably saying to not be sad. My Heart kept getting heavier and heavier as time passed and it was closer to going to my cousins. I sat in the back seat with her and she sat right on me. My little dog was protecting me and loving me till the very end. Got out of the car and tears were on the edge of my ducts, waiting. I handed the leash to my cousin and my happy little daisy was acting as happy as always. Excited for all of this attention she was getting. I explained to my cousin what to do and what not to do as fast as I could so that I could leave as fast as possible. We double parked so it wasn't like we had an option. Said goodbye as my voice started cracking and as I started walking away not wanting to look back, he said, "Oh my God, she knows.." and I looked back like the idiot that I am and I saw her little face through the fence. Just staring at me, probably wondering why I was leaving her behind. I don't even remember anything after that. Next thing I know, I'm in the car and my brother in law is trying to console me. His words were like sand going through open hands. I only kept hearing "Oh my god, she knows..." Over and over again. And every time I do, I physically need to hold myself so that I don't lose it. It's been three days and I can hear it as clear as a bell. My sighs and breaths are so deep, it feels like I'm gasping for air, it feels like I'm drowning and all this water keeps filling my lungs, burning my lungs, trying to fill my lungs with something. Mornings are the worst. I would be woken up with a tail wagging and hitting everything in its way. Jumps and kisses. I miss her but I know she is probably better in her new home. Getting all the attention necessary since my cousin works from home. My little angel. I hope she doesn't think I just left her bc I didn't love her. I loved her too much that I had to let her go. I didn't really feel like saying anything to anyone but questions will arise and I just want to be done and over with this. I want to wake up with eternal sunshine in my spotless mind but it looks impossible. Time will heal all though. Time will heal all. Time will heal all. Time will heal all.

Update:

It has now been what seems like years but it's only been a little over two months that i've physically seen her and held her close to me. It still stings and some days I want to just bawl but it's a lot better from the first days. Just like I'd known all along, Daisy is doing wonderful with my cousin. She has won many hearts and is in great hands. The little princess is the center of attention, just like she needed to be. I see pictures and videos of her little adventurous times at my cousins and it makes my heart so happy. That little baby girl, how I miss her so. As for Duchess missing her, I've said Daisy's name a couple of times and Duchess doesn't even bat an eye at my direction. She's happy to be the only child again. Probably relieved.

This is a picture he sent me of her not too long ago. It looks like she's living the life.

I rather..

be immature than being stuck up and pretending like I'm too good for jokes. That's how people get old.