Christmas Tree

Yesterday we decided it was time to buy a Christmas tree and ornaments. We spent the day shopping and then came home and set it up. For some reason, we decided on a white and silver theme. It looks really nice, the picture here does not do it justice. It is our first tree so I'm really excited. Now I have to wait for the presents to put under the tree! Is it Christmas yet?????

Happy Thanksgiving!

In trying to keep some of the American traditions I have grown used to, I decided I was gonna celebrate Thanksgiving the right way. Even if it was just Matt and I. I planned the meal a couple weeks ago and shopped for the ingredients on Monday. I was able to find canned pumpkin puree so I didn't have to make that from scratch, which would have been pretty difficult since pumpkins are not easy to find here, at least not edible ones.

After going on a failed mission to find a glass pie plate and a simple white tablecloth, I came home around noon and started to cook the meal. First the pie, a Toffee Pecan Pumpkin Pie. That took a while. After I put the pie in the oven I went out again to look for a tablecloth one last time. I didn't find what I was looking for so I had to settle for what they had.

I came back home and got to cooking again. I spent the entire afternoon in the kitchen. I must have washed pots and pans at least 3 times. That's a first, I hate doing the dishes. The meal wasn't difficult to make, just really time consuming. Just when I thought I had gotten away without cutting myself with a knife, I ran my right pinky finger over the blade of the knife I was carrying to the table to cut the pie with. It wasn't deep though, it could have been worse. The table was set and we were ready to eat a roasted turkey breast, mashed potatoes, stuffing made scratch, green beans with bacon, cranberry sauce and the pie. The table looked like this:



We gave thanks then ate. After having slaved in the kitchen for hours, the meal was devoured in 15 minutes. I guess that's the nature of the beast. The food was great, specially for my first time. The pie was really good and Matt loved everything. I'm happy with how things turned out. This is what the table looked like after we were done:

Over The Edge

No matter what the past was like, there comes a time in every woman's (and I imagine men's) life when the circumstances get the better of her. We fight it and pretend it's not there but then, all of a sudden, triggered by the stupidest, most unexpected thing, your world comes crashing down on you and you lose it. You are suddenly flooded with thoughts you wouldn't normally have and feel guilty for even entertaining those ideas. In the blink of an eye, you give up and decide to take the chicken way out.

A little while goes by (maybe days....maybe hours) and you think to yourself, "Wait a minute, what the f**k was that???" Then things don't seem as grim as they did before and you get confused all over again. You realize you have just had a breakdown and you didn't see it coming. I used to think differently but, there is no shame in asking for help. It doesn't make you weak nor does it make you crazy. Realizing you need help, and asking for it, is the hardest step.

High On Heels

I am a self proclaimed shoe whore. It all started at the tender age of 12 when my father sent me a pretty pair of black patent leather flats from the US. They were probably not very expensive but I was still in Cuba then so they looked like they were. I wore those shoes whenever I got the chance. They were of course, reserved for special occasions but I just couldn't get enough of them. My next shoe love was a pair of cowboy boots that a friend of one of my mom's friend had. I'd just look at them and drool. I longed for those boots and I swore that when I moved to the US, I'd wear cowboy boots all the time. Ironically, I don't own a pair of cowboy boots and I never have to this date.

When I moved to the US, I was only 14 so I couldn't afford to by myself shoes. I got my parents to buy me a pair here and there but it wasn't much. As I got older, I started getting my mom to buy me more and more. They were pretty inexpensive at this point. The true shoe love affair started when I joined the Navy and could afford to buy my own shoes, when I wanted, however many I wanted.

I don't know which pair came first but all I know is that somehow, I have ended up with hundreds of pairs of shoes, boots, flip flops, etc. They are not all expensive, some are quite cheap. Luckily for me, I like all shoes, cheap and expensive. Price is not an issue. If I see a pair of Payless shoes I like, I buy them. However, lately, I have been lusting after an expensive pair of shoes. They are just gorgeous. They are classy yet sexy. They are sophisticated. I fantasize about them and it feels like I can only imagine a shoe induced foot orgasm would feel like. The price tag (my husband really) is what has kept me from turning this fantasy into reality. I dream of the day I see them on my feet.



I can only imagine how a pair of shoes like this would make a girl feel. I'd walk down the street like I'm the queen of the world. Just flaunting my Manolos, pretending like they are an everyday occurrence for me, like it's no big deal. So, while I keep dreaming about these beauties, let's all hail the Shoe God, the Almighty Manolo Blahnik.