Men are just all the same

Yes, they are.  They can only tell what you haven’t done right but not what you have given, what you have succeeded.  This is something my husband does a lot.  He won’t recognize all my daily achievements but if something is not done, well, that will be our night conversation.  And I’m not hoping on this ever changing.

And just when I thought that this was something only my husband could do, one of my bosses shook my head.  If I ever had to be criticized for my work they would only see what I haven’t achieved, so I must try harder.  Yeap he told me so, not to misunderstand it but take it under advise.  I have to choose my priorities he said, make no mistake that no one will save my ass if and when I miss something.  Of course he recognized that I’m working that ass off for the last 7 years, but still my friends hearing him say that I need to try more made me think “I’m working on an official public holiday for you, you could have waited until tomorrow”.

But then again, I thought to my self, men are just all the same, they need us to be perfect and this is not an exception, at least I’m getting paid, right?

2 years

Tomorrow my little girl turns 2.  Yeap, it’s been 2 years.  I’m freaking out how quickly time passes by.  For example, my last post was on March 2015.  A year ago.  It’s been an intense year.

We’re moving to a new apartment, it’s been a week and I’m still carrying things from one place to another, I’m a total wreck.  This is the Holy Week and I’m missing everything.

But for the first time in a long time I feel good, and this post reveales my being happy.  I hope it lasts.

Pretty Little Liars and the Big A Reveal

It’s been a while with the baby and all, but I was tempted with this Big A Reveal we all stayed up to watch the seasons finale yesterday.  I need more space than twitter can give me to sum up.

I watch Pretty Little Liars mainly for the cast.  Everyone including the four girls are amazing.  I honestly didn’t care who A was.  I know you don’t believe me.  It’s not always about the plot, sometimes you watch something just because you love it, the actors, the places, the soundtrack, the colors and so on.  Think of that magazine you get to buy every month, you may not read the entire thing but you still love the smell, the cover.  Something like that.

But since we’re getting there, to knowing who A is, it’s been five years after all and we still have two seasons on the road, I must admit, I was a little disappointed by the A reveal.  I’m sure Marlene King has bigger plans for PLL but I’m going to tell you what I don’t like so far, hoping that this will change since they are still writing the whole damn thing.

That’s what I don’t like.  They are still writing the whole damn thing.  They change the story line accordingly.  And even though this is expected in TV we are now here facing two As.  So in the end I’d rather see Mona cooperating with A from the very first beginning and not that another A stole A from A.

Another annoying thing about adding new stories is “I hope you can back up your old story”.  Big A managed extremely difficult things.  He/She has been everywhere and everyone, you fart and you get a text “That’s a smelly one bitch -A”  

I want to believe that we’ll get the answers we deserve for being so devoted fans.  The why and the how.

The perfect follower

I was never a baby person.  Really, I don’t care for babies, I don’t like playing with kids, hear them or be near them.  I don’t like strollers in the market, babies crying, kids yelling, mothers scolding their children for screaming “I want ice cream”.  I never wanted to have children, that said life has a life of its own.  I have a baby, I try to play with her, I hear her crying all the time, I’m near her all the time, I got myself a stroller and I’m waiting for her, God willing, to grow up and start screaming “I want that Barbie doll”.

Of course I don’t regret her coming to my life.  She is a mirracle.  But what changed?  I grew up, got married and had a baby.  Evertything everyone was expecting from me.  Now, everyone expects me to be the super woman, the good housewife, the faultless mother, the goregous spouse, the woman who brings home part of the bacon.  We are all expected to be perfect.  That’s what’s changed, I started following the crowd.

I had ambitions, desires that I didn’t fullfil, now they feel more like dreams to me that will never come true.  One thing I hope for is giving my child the uppertunity to fulfil her passions.

The crazy person

I’ve changed so much over the past 5 years.  With the exception of my mirror telling me this is me now,  it’s like I don’t recognize me anymore.  And the mirror, I’m telling you, it’s trying so hard.  I can see the time passing by, and to think I’m only 32, ok 33.  It has to be that I’d like to be 23 and who wouldn’t want time to stop at 23.  For some reason I feel desperate, the desperate housewife who wants to turn back time when she was happier or less frustrated or with no responsibilities what so ever.   Or maybe I’m just tired.  Tired of waiting for something to shake things up a little.  It’s the routine my friends I’m telling you.  It’s killing us.  Now, add a two month baby in the script and you’ve got yourself a crazy person.  The woman who fights with her husband over nothing, who throws things and yells for no reason, she is the one who talks to herself in the grocery store.

Ok, things are not that bad.  But, they could be unless I do something about it.  Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for this blog I’d probably be talking to that mirror I was telling you about.  What about my girl friends?  Yeap, my girl friends, they are the reminder of what life used to be prior marriage and baby.  They are helpful but let’s be honest again, can they really get into my shoes?  Truth be told they have their own problems to think about.  I have the luxury to stay at home with my baby, at least for now, but staying at home, this home to be exact, is plenty enough to turn me into that crazy person.  What’s wrong with my home?  I live in no-place land, I don’t even have an address, I’m alone, me and some mosquitoes.  Don’t forget the rottweiler.

The other woman

the-other-womanCameron Diaz; I mean the super woman, age is like making her look better and better.

Lessile Mann; gorgeous, funny, a woman to be jealous of.

Kate Upton; well I had to read her bio to appreciate her.  Besides her body, yes she has a brain.  The hottest supermodel on earth played the role of the hottest supermodel other woman.

The movie; waited a long time to watch it.  Funny, summerish, girly, light.  This is the kind of film you wait to rent on dvd and watch with friends.  I don’t expect much at the box office, but you never know.