Psssst... I never really left. I'm right here!!!!

     I 'm back. I mean, I never really left. It was more of I blogged about something, next thing I know it's been over two months. So, where have I been? Nowhere really. Just time got the best of me and I got busy doing every day things. It was my hubby's birthday last week, and for the first time, I never made him anything. Instead, I went over to Etsy and bought him a few things. Not much of a celebration and I felt bad about it. That whole week was pretty hectic and we are both glad it's over.
     I started to crochet. Crap! I don't think I really stopped doing so since I've been gone. From the last entry to now, I have done about 2 or 3 projects and one almost done. That reminds me, the only reason I probably didn't finished the current project tonight was because....I ran out of white yarn!!!! So close (actually, I'm on row 48 out of 69), but ya, I'm THIS close to finishing it and I can''t.
It's looking pretty decent, I made a few minor errors, but they are hardly noticeable. But it bothers me, a bit, not unlike other projects where I notice I messed up about 30 rows too late and a part of me is upset that I want to yank the whole project out and start over. And another part of me just wants to ignore it so I can keep counting my stitches.
     This reminds me of when I mentioned these errors to my hubby and he comments on how " no one will really notice since they don't know anything about crocheting". I usually glare at him and sternly say, " I NOTICE AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS!" So, this time I have decided to keep mum about the whole thing until I am done. Doesn't really matter all that much (yes it does) because I'm making him take me to Michael's after work to buy more yarn! Woohooooo!!!!

Christmas in July for the hubby

For some time, my husband has been wanting to built  a computer. According to him, my Sony Vaio desktop is too old. Uhm, so what? It works, it may be a bit slow, but she works. I told him that it may be old but  it is full of knowledge. he laughed, but agreed with me. Anyway, this past weekend he finally got his last few computer parts and he started to build it. Let me just say that when he first mentioned building the computer I had asked him if he knew how to go about it. He stated, "YES! That's what I used to do at my old job back in Missouri and when I was in high school." I then said, "okay, I don't want to hear stuff about how you can't put it together." Anyway, going back to him finally putting it together.... it wasn't an easy night. He got frustrated and me being the positive one (for once), I assisted him in what he needed ( even though I had said that I was not going to be any part of putting it together because he knew how to do it).
I know how it can be frustrating to do something new or something that you haven't done in a while, but he loves computers and I figured this would  have been fun for him to do. I tried to stay quiet and do what he had asked of me. I didn't want this to lead into an argument or he get so frustrated and mad that something may break or fall down or whatever.
As of right now, he is pretty much finished. He just installed Windows 7 and all problems that he had with it have been fixed or vanished. Never did I once think I would be (helping in) putting a computer together. It is not my thing. I don't really care for how or what goes into putting a computer together as long as it works and it has what I want in it. Now you can ask me pretty much anything about the new computer and I can tell you as fast as I can bat my eyes. I can go from the brand name to  the model number and price. My husband is going to have to make it up to me big time sometime in the near future.
He has been making fun of me about this for a few years now, but all I can say to him is "Merry Christmas in July!"

Bring me her heart

        We hadn't been out in a while, by out I mean leaving the apartment other than for groceries. I mean more for fun. It has been damn hot for a few days now and I don't know what the heck possessed us to even think of going to a local flea market that we hadn't gone to in over a year. We prepped ourselves, we wore cool clothing, summer hats, and froze a few bottles of lemonade. We started out just fine, then after about the third or fourth aisles, we started slowing down. We started complaining about how hot it was, how much it was draining us. The hubby even made a comment of how we try and convince ourselves that we had spent enough time there and it was time to head over to the car where we can happily turn the A/C on and drive away. Only one thing, when we got to the parking, we couldn't find our car. It didn't set on me where we had parked, all I was thinking about was getting inside and having the A/C blasting on us. We separated and looked for the car until he finally found it. It took some time for us to cool off, but we eventually did and headed out to the mall because I had to buy my Clinique stuff.
        Once at the mall, I figured we could walk around there and cool off seeing as it was still early. The mall was so-so, but you can still feel the warmness of the sun beaming down on us through the windows. UGH. So we decided to go to the movies to cool off. Cause you know, theaters are nice and cool. Uhm.. ok, at least for the first few minutes it sure as hell didn't feel like it. We decided on Snow White and the Huntsman, only because it was close to the starting time and I was curious to watch it.
To make a long story and review super short here goes:

• Charlize Theron was great, her acting and her costumes
• Kristen Stewart was not convincing at all
• The "prince" who kisses her is not who you think 

When we got home, I laughed so much when my hubby said, " Kristen Stewart was all teeth. Perhaps she wished TOO much for her two front teeth for Christmas"

If not today, then when

It's Memorial Day and I have the day off. The hubby does not. That entitles me to having the house to myself. One would say YAY! I am not one of them. There's stuff to do around here, yet I don't know why I am wasting time online. Not really chores, but just things I wish I would have more time for:

1. putting a new needle in my sewing machine.
2. getting all our family framed pictures and putting them up on the wall
3. vacuuming (okay, so this one is a chore)
4.  starting a new crochet project (unsure of what to do yet)
5.  putting our wedding and winter vacation pictures in the photo albums

I wish the car wash place wasn't closed today, at least that could have been accomplished.
The hubby said that when he gets home we can finally put the shelf up over my sewing table. This I am excited about. I feel that with that up, I can actually get to messing around more with the sewing machine and that will inspire me to get back to my creativity.
But for now, I will leave a very special drawing that Angus Oblong drew for us this past weekend at Comipalooza...

 I think we look goofier on this year's drawing than last years Comicpalooza...

New Look...not for me

I've been messing around with the blog layout and see what I can do to make it my own. I'm still not used to the fact that I am trying this out or what I am hoping to get out of it. I call the hubby over and I ask for his opinion on some looks. Usually we are on the same page about stuff, but ever so often I wonder to myself...who the heck did I marry? I am not normally one with trends, I tend to stick to what I know or whatever I feel safe in. Give me my greys, reds, blacks, or any dark tone colors and I will be a very chippy lady. At times, I even surprise myself when I go for something out of my norm. I know I should try new things, this I know because he is always telling me to try a new dish at our usual restaurants, a new drink at Jamba Juice, or when we go clothes shopping. I try to find new things that catch my eye, but in the long run I am afraid that I may only order it or wear it just once. There are times when I actually find an article of clothing that I love and the looks he gives me are extremely funny ones, such as... who the heck did I marry? Ya, okay, AT TIMES, there are some tops I find to be cute and yes, they happen to look a bit for an little old lady. He gives me the "REALLY?" stare and I'm jumping for joy that I found something I actually really like, so I give him the "You bet your ass I'm buying this top!" stare right back. So he smiles and I'm good to go.
So where was I? Oh, yeah, so as I mentioned before, I still haven't found a template or layout that I am really jumping for joy about, but for now this one will do.

Origins of "Enfada"

       Yesterday marked the 7th year anniversary of when my husband and I first got together. It started as a long distance relationship, me being in CA and him being in MO. We made the most of what we could over chatting, webcamming ( is that even a word?), and the phone. About a year or so later,  we decided that it was time for meeting face to face. Seeing as I had more free time than he did, I went over to MO. You know how it goes...nervousness at first, then bliss of finally getting to meet and spend some time with the one person you have spend endless nights talking to over the phone or on the computer.
Fast Forward to 3 years ago...
       Well, I am bilingual (English and Spanish) and my hubby is not. I have opened the can to a lot more vocabulary than he was taught in high school. By this time, I had been living in Houston for about a year and he decided to visit me during the summer. Well, he never left and I'm thankful for that. At first I would be the one to "enfada" him, especially during the early mornings of the weekend or any chance that would have anyone in this world waking up late, but my body was saying it's "wake up time". After a while, it became a habit for me to "enfada" him any chance I got. Whether he was sleeping, showering, cooking, on the computer, or playing video games. Oh, especially while he drove! It finally got the the point when he told me that I was doing it too much. Now keep in mind, I never once used the word "enfada" so up to now, he has no idea that word even exists.
       Well, the moment came when I finally got it all out of my system and I didn't do it as much as I used to or even at all. Then the moment came.... he started to do it. At first, I thought it was cute, but after some time, I finally started saying, " Oh my good, you 'enfada' too much!" He took one look at me and was all," What the fuck did you just call me?!" I laughed and said," I didn't call you anything, it's what you are doing....bothering me." So he put it together that "enfada" = to bother.
3 years ago to present time....
       I shouldn't have exposed him to the word "enfada", because he uses it to his advantage. He won't do it while I'm sleeping or reading or showering. He'll wait until I go to the kitchen to start dinner or while I'm crocheting. He will even go as far as to say," I need to enfada you before you get started"

So there you have it folks, this whole entry is to just explain to you that enfada means to bother.

The Time Feels Right

Hubby decided to join me in the living room. He is snacking on peanut butter and saltine crackers and asking what I am doing. Little does he know that I will be attacking him soon and yelling "ENFADATION TIME!!!!!"