You know, it doesn't take very much to get my mind going, I could be looking at a newspaper then all of a sudden I think of potty training puppies and how much I didn't struggle with duchess and how much I WOULD struggle with a human baby and THEIR potty training. All of a sudden I start thinking how scary it would be to take care of a human being.

That's just a little piece of what happens in Marcela's mind.

Lately, I've had baby brain. No, we are not pregnant and probably won't be for a little longer, but it is nice to just think about it, sometimes not so nice. I lied, it's mostly scary.

I'm 26 and Mexican, with no baby. If I wasn't married I'd be a borderline cat lady for most Mexicans. So the pressure has been put on me since I was 19, no lie.

I would very much love to have babies with my beautiful husband but every time I turn on the tv and watch a bit of news or read the newspapers I think to myself "why would anyone want to bring a life into this cruel, rude, violent world?" "How can I create a bubble around my babies so that nothing evil touches them?" Just those worries stress me out.

I can only imagine how actual parents worry. The world isn't even at the top of my worries. This is what/who I fear for my future babies.

1. Me
2. Me
3. Sickness

Me, because I could seriously harm my child with a blink of an eye.

Me, because I could traumatize them with my crazy ways. They'd blame their insecurities/trust/crazy antics on me. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself.

Sickness, I don't even want to start with that.

I know, I know, follow my advice don't stress about the future, don't stress about things that haven't even happened. It's hard when it comes to your own babies.

But yes, that's the web(s) in my head I like to spin. It's ok if you call me crazy. I am.

Now, I'm thinking about eating meat on this beautiful lent Friday.

It's hump day.

There is not enough lotion in this world. My hands are rougher than a construction worker. Darn you winter. Darn you.

Anywho, moving on to another important point, I give you number 4

"Be a good teammate.

Life can come at you hard. One of the nice things about marriage and relationships is being able to have someone else in the bunker when you’re getting shelled."


This is true all around. Iovan and I have had some bumps down the road (I'm not talking about in our relationship but around it) and it felt so good to have the kind of support your partner in life can only give you. Of course, you have family and friends that will always be there for you but nothing compares to the relief and love you receive from your loved one.

The only thing your partner wants is for you to be there. Just there. They will be honest with you and tell you to just hold their hand or to just hug them. They won't need a cheer, they won't need advice, sometimes they just want you to be near.

❤️

Too early for fishing in the toilet...

So last night I was rereading my blog because I like to see how many grammar errors I've made (many), and see if I missed something. I was tossing and turning last night and when I woke up this morning I realized that I did. I forgot to mention that my husband is better than any fake Jim Halpert, Ryan Gosling, and Cory.

He's the real deal.

Since the start of our relationship, he's just been the most sweetest, romantic, adorable guy ever. He's done so many things that people who write about romantic and sweet guys, wish they would have thought of. The man never ceases to surprise me. I truly know that I'm on his mind 24/7...along with the Blackhawks. :)

Anywho, moving on to the next TWO points from "50 and counting.."

"2. Forgive.
Didn’t Jesus say something about forgiving someone not just seven times but seventy times seven? That would be 490 times….which should last you through your first 6 months. Jesus underestimated because, remember, he wasn’t married.


3. And forget.
If you forgive but don’t forget, did you really forgive? I know people who claim to have forgiven but still use every available opportunity to bring it up. And if you don’t want to forgive, forgetting works just as well."

I can't count how many things I've done and said to him that didn't piss him off and royally hurt him. I can get mad sometimes and Iovan could be standing in the line of fire and he does not escape my wrath. Though, time and time again has shown how forgiving he has been. 

But you know that saying "I can forgive but I'll never forget", well you're not really 100% forgiving. So when you forgive someone, make sure that in your heart and mind you forget. Forget because it will bring peace to you and into your relationship. It's the only way.

 You have no idea how many couples have said this to me when they talk to me about their problems. It confuses me. They are not progressing, they stay stuck in a rut, or in a vicious cycle. They'll be like "Oh I forgive them, but I can't forget. So I'm allowed to do this because they did this to me and if they say something, I'll just remind them what they did to me."

I hope you get what I just said on that last part of the paragraph. Lol.

So don't just forgive, but also forget. Forget what you're forgiving them for. It's the only way to move forward. I think this applies to everyday life situations. Friends, family, and co-workers.

I had two glasses of proseco fall on me, but this has nothing to do with it.

So many things to say about this Wednesday, but the right words don't come across my mind though. Does that make sense? I don't know. I almost want to say my emotions get heightened when I start reading a book. It's the most extraordinary and weirdest feeling to have. You are living in two worlds at the same time and both worlds pull so many emotions out of you. I'm not making any sense though, it's 11 pm and I should be in bed right now and I'm not. I'm on the train bc I just got off from work. Right now, I'm feeling blessed, sad, relieved, excited, anxious, avid, creative, exhausted....I can go on forever. I'm also feeling forgiving.

I'm an adult and for a while now I have been looking back in the past and just realizing how many stupid fights, arguments and silent treatments I've had for honestly the dumbest reasons. Because any reason to be mad is dumb. There, I said it. Well ok, there are some extreme exceptions but other than that....just dumb. Someone bad mouthed you, dumb. Someone excluded you, dumb. Someone tried to steal something,  dumb dumb and dumb.

Anywho, that's my Wednesday night in a nutshell. Still fighting the sore throat fight. Phlegm is winning. It's ok though, doesn't seem to be lasting that much longer. I think one more night of medicine and I shall be good. By the way: Hi, I'm 26 years old and I still hate liquid medicine. Yuuuuuuck. Blech! Vomit!

So someone posted this relationship link on Facebook today and I shared it on my profile bc I thought this really hit the nail on the head but I wanted to just kinda add more of my commentary... I think I'll do a "50 and counting"

So the link is about 50 things that will help your relationship and the first one the posted was so good. So I just wanted to babble some more about it, I've put on some AVB on my iPod and I just feel like writing so here it goes.

The first one is called

"1. Burn your blueprint.

Rid yourself of whatever fantasies you harbor about the bliss of coupled life. They’re not helping. There is no script, so don’t be disappointed when your fairytale gets hijacked."

Can we just agree to this? Don't get me wrong, I'm one of those suckers that watches The Office and looks at Jim and Pam, then I'll turn to Iovan and be like "why can't you be more like halpbert?!?!" Or I'll watch The Notebook by myself and text Iovan "why can't you write me 365 love letters?!?!" And so on.

The ideas movies and shows put in our heads are so unrealistic that when you head into a relationship with this notion of finally meeting Prince Charming or the cool, hip, "she's into threesomes" girl, you set your relationship up for fail. Everything in that screen is a lie. So the faster you finally figure out you and your lover are not Cory and Topanga, or Mickey and Minnie Mouse, the better.

But I'm not trying to turn this into a negative.

Your husband or wife has flaws but it is your job, and your job only, to always find the good things about them. Always. Even when your mad.

They are better than any tv character. They are real and they married you.

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...