Time is ticking closer to when I will go back to the United States. I will be honest, nobody, not one of us REALLY wants to go back to the United States, but deep inside I know it is the right thing to do for so many reasons.
I no longer live in the paradise area of the island. Many people would disagree as they do not feel that Barahona is even remotely pretty, but I was in Heaven when I lived there. I went to sleep with the pounding sound of the waves crashing, it was gorgeous. I woke up the the gorgeous sunshine, and sunsets were amazing. I'm NOT a beach person at all, and I really despise the sun, but I love to live on the beach.
The worst thing that nobody ever told me about living on the water is that electronics break easily from the salt water. Who would have known?
Living on a tropical Island is gorgeous. I do love it here and would stay here in the north as they call it the CIBAO if I had a choice of NY Or here. BUT if I had a choice of where on earth I would rather be it would be Barahona.
I am here in the north because it is the safest place for me on this Island. My ex boyfriend has made comments like, If I can't have you, no Dominican should. His brother is almost out of jail. He's been in prison for 13 years, and has 2 years left for killing his wife! So you see, the threats are not something I need to take lightly. Meanwhile, I will stay here in the "North" in which I know I am safe.
Living here in the Dominican Republic has been an amazing experience for me and the children. My children are completely bilingual and speak really good Spanish. They have also learned the way Dominican people live. I have also taught them the good and bad of this culture.
We have a very easy life here in the Dominican Republic. I work online, and homeschool the kids. My children play outside as much as they possibly can. They LOVE it. They have lots of friends.
I love that they have grown up being a minority, and being exposed to different people. I will head to New York and continue to have them around all different type of people.
My children have lived the last 3 years without a lot of toys that they would normally have had. They were taught to enjoy and cherish what they have. They make a lot of their toys, because the kids in the neighborhood do too.
I have no regrets for living here these past 3 years, and look forward to continuing my life with my children and husband as we start a new chapter. Our new chapter should be very interesting :)
Friday, September 6, 2013
Our First Fight... Wasn't Pretty...
Well in reality it was just an argument, but it didn't feel pretty. We have never fought up till this point, so it doesn't feel so nice! lol..
I have been married before, and I have to remember back over 15 years ago, but I remember our first year of marriage together as pure ...inferno ;) I remember it like it was yesterday. We had a huge power struggle.
This marriage is very different. So now you want to know what we fought over, right? Ok, I will tell you.
We are working on his papers to have him come to New York with me. It is time to come home now, and I'm not all that ready and neither is he, but we know it is best for us, and the kids. My oldest daughter though wants NOTHING to do with leaving. Even crying about selling things to go home. I can't store this stuff, I have no idea how long before we come back to visit. What does she think? I can just pay my rent here and keep everything where it is? Yeah.. not likely.
Anyway.. We had explicit instructions from the US Government of what papers to hand in. They said that they had to be translated and legalized.
I send my husband to run errands and I tell him step by step how his wife wants things carried out. Amor, please remember.. FIRST you go to the bank, and pay the fee. Ok.. He says.
I repeat myself.. please, make sure you go there and pay the fee.. Then you go to the place and you nonchalantly put it under their nose to put their stamp of approval on it. Don't ask them anything as that will just draw attention to it. Ok? Yes, Amor.
I get a phone call about a 1/2 hour later and I was thinking wow, the bank was QUICK.. no line I guess.. Well he says.. My love, I'm at my sisters house calling you. The paper you gave me has to be translated by a real translator.. (Uhm..It was done by a real translator) no.. It NEEDS to have a special stamp on it. What should I do? I said, how much? 1200 pesos each page. WHAT? Will it be legalized when its done? Yes! Well do it.. we don't have much time..
Feeling a little annoyed at this country on how they really don't have rules and regulations and NOW they do.. Whatever.. He comes back home about 1 hour later, empty handed.. This is where we argue..
"Amor, the paper? " I ask.
"Yes, it will be ready tomorrow by 4:30pm" He says nervously.
"All done? Legalized and everything?" I ask.
"Amor, the paper is already legalized." he responds.
*************blood starts to boil.....
"Yes, Amor, " I say.. "But the translation ALSO needs to be legalized TOO.. They are going to do that right?!?!"
"No." He says and looks away.
"WHAT?!?!?!" I say irritated.
"Amor, those forms never get legalized, they told me it is only the original form that needs to be legalized." is his response.
Blood boiling and I'm trying to hold my cool I say.. "Look.. There is no way that the United States of America's Embassy is going to force us to have if the Dominican Republic government does not do it!!!" I snap..
"Honey, please.. You will see you are confused." He suggests.
"WHAT?! Confused.. LOOK" I pull out the paper requirements. He's pretty proud of himself as he reads that all papers in spanish must be translated and the orignals must be inextensa and legalized." "You see" he says, "Only the originals."
Hiding the fact that I want to scream, I say "Continue reading."
He reads the last part.. and he's dead silent.
I am ready to freak out because now he SEES he is wrong..
"So now what?" i ask.
"They won't do it, I don't know what to do." He says.
"Where is the receipt showing that you paid the 660 pesos." I ask
"What receipt, my love?" He asks.
"WHAT RECEIPT?! YOU HAVE THE RECEIPT TO THE BANK RIGHT?!"
Ok I won't continue with this back and forth, but the point of it was.. I gave him explicit instructions in which he was so SURE that I was wrong. He didn't follow my instructions, instead he did it HIS way and it backfired on him. Not only that but it set us back a few days..
I did have him go back and fix everything, and the next day still not feeling well about everything, he jokingly tells his sister what happened. She told him, you ALWAYS do what your wife tells you to do.. HAHAHA.. I was surprised by her response. She then told him.. that way if it fails, at least it will be HER fault.
That's when I concluded.. "Yes and if it is my fault, I will say I'm sorry unlike your brother."
Long story short, he realized he forgot to own up to his mistake. I know I've got a great guy, and I love him to pieces. Things like this just bring us closer not further apart. I welcome thse disagreements as we learn from eachother.
I have been married before, and I have to remember back over 15 years ago, but I remember our first year of marriage together as pure ...inferno ;) I remember it like it was yesterday. We had a huge power struggle.
This marriage is very different. So now you want to know what we fought over, right? Ok, I will tell you.
We are working on his papers to have him come to New York with me. It is time to come home now, and I'm not all that ready and neither is he, but we know it is best for us, and the kids. My oldest daughter though wants NOTHING to do with leaving. Even crying about selling things to go home. I can't store this stuff, I have no idea how long before we come back to visit. What does she think? I can just pay my rent here and keep everything where it is? Yeah.. not likely.
Anyway.. We had explicit instructions from the US Government of what papers to hand in. They said that they had to be translated and legalized.
I send my husband to run errands and I tell him step by step how his wife wants things carried out. Amor, please remember.. FIRST you go to the bank, and pay the fee. Ok.. He says.
I repeat myself.. please, make sure you go there and pay the fee.. Then you go to the place and you nonchalantly put it under their nose to put their stamp of approval on it. Don't ask them anything as that will just draw attention to it. Ok? Yes, Amor.
I get a phone call about a 1/2 hour later and I was thinking wow, the bank was QUICK.. no line I guess.. Well he says.. My love, I'm at my sisters house calling you. The paper you gave me has to be translated by a real translator.. (Uhm..It was done by a real translator) no.. It NEEDS to have a special stamp on it. What should I do? I said, how much? 1200 pesos each page. WHAT? Will it be legalized when its done? Yes! Well do it.. we don't have much time..
Feeling a little annoyed at this country on how they really don't have rules and regulations and NOW they do.. Whatever.. He comes back home about 1 hour later, empty handed.. This is where we argue..
"Amor, the paper? " I ask.
"Yes, it will be ready tomorrow by 4:30pm" He says nervously.
"All done? Legalized and everything?" I ask.
"Amor, the paper is already legalized." he responds.
*************blood starts to boil.....
"Yes, Amor, " I say.. "But the translation ALSO needs to be legalized TOO.. They are going to do that right?!?!"
"No." He says and looks away.
"WHAT?!?!?!" I say irritated.
"Amor, those forms never get legalized, they told me it is only the original form that needs to be legalized." is his response.
Blood boiling and I'm trying to hold my cool I say.. "Look.. There is no way that the United States of America's Embassy is going to force us to have if the Dominican Republic government does not do it!!!" I snap..
"Honey, please.. You will see you are confused." He suggests.
"WHAT?! Confused.. LOOK" I pull out the paper requirements. He's pretty proud of himself as he reads that all papers in spanish must be translated and the orignals must be inextensa and legalized." "You see" he says, "Only the originals."
Hiding the fact that I want to scream, I say "Continue reading."
He reads the last part.. and he's dead silent.
I am ready to freak out because now he SEES he is wrong..
"So now what?" i ask.
"They won't do it, I don't know what to do." He says.
"Where is the receipt showing that you paid the 660 pesos." I ask
"What receipt, my love?" He asks.
"WHAT RECEIPT?! YOU HAVE THE RECEIPT TO THE BANK RIGHT?!"
Ok I won't continue with this back and forth, but the point of it was.. I gave him explicit instructions in which he was so SURE that I was wrong. He didn't follow my instructions, instead he did it HIS way and it backfired on him. Not only that but it set us back a few days..
I did have him go back and fix everything, and the next day still not feeling well about everything, he jokingly tells his sister what happened. She told him, you ALWAYS do what your wife tells you to do.. HAHAHA.. I was surprised by her response. She then told him.. that way if it fails, at least it will be HER fault.
That's when I concluded.. "Yes and if it is my fault, I will say I'm sorry unlike your brother."
Long story short, he realized he forgot to own up to his mistake. I know I've got a great guy, and I love him to pieces. Things like this just bring us closer not further apart. I welcome thse disagreements as we learn from eachother.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
And a day....
a dollar sign is the cheesiest
My husband has this obsession now. He has always thought that he totally has solved the marriage issues people sometimes have. That would be for going to sleep angry. He said he could NEVER go to sleep angry, if he grew accustomed to hugging me, and praying together every night before bed.
Since the first night we lived together after being married, we have gone to sleep hugging one another, and then praying together. He says his prayers in Spanish, as I pray in English. We pray for our children, my parents, his parents, my siblings, his siblings, and then any other prayer requests we may have had. Right now we are going to a bible study. He goes to a men's bible study, and I go to a women's bible study. At my bible study we were given prayer requests from our prayer partners, so I had shared that with him. So now we both pray for Judith, my prayer partner.
After we say our amen's.. he will immediately say, turn over, I want to rub your back. The lucky girl that I am goes to sleep almost every night with a full body back massage. My husband isn't like most who start out in this full back massage and then given up. My husband goes from my head to my toes, and back up again. He continues that until he hears me snoring.
Tomorrow we will be married 6 months. For the entire 6 months he has been doing this. Except lastnight I got him. I waited for about 2 times, that he rubbed my head down to my toes, and I was growing sleepy but I fought back the tiredness. I then did the awful thing and pretended to snore.. as I pretended to snore, I noticed his hand grow lighter, as he started to pull away from me and heard him say, "I love you, and a day."
You see, I tell him always... I love you, forever and a day. He always repeats me. So now as I hear him say, "I love you, and a day." I tried digging deep within to hold back all my laughter... I tried to resist laughing and not let him know I was still awake..
Just then it came out...a huge snort, and tons of laughter.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA now feeling bad, I stopped in my tracks and he says... "What? What?" I surely couldn't tell him... but I couldn't lie to him either...
Amor, you just told you loved me and a day.. he said.... I do.... I said, but it's forever which means siempre and a day, which means y un dia... He said.. Yes, that's what I said.. Uhmm.. no, you didn't.. yes, I did.. Ok I heard you wrong.. sorry.. I said let me give you a back massage... he said, no, no.. I want you to sleep good... Once again he started massaging.. head to toe... The massage that took forever and a day....
I've decided I won't interrupt him anymore.. he told me he cannot sleep if he doesn't know that he put me to sleep.. lol.. I love this man!!
My husband has this obsession now. He has always thought that he totally has solved the marriage issues people sometimes have. That would be for going to sleep angry. He said he could NEVER go to sleep angry, if he grew accustomed to hugging me, and praying together every night before bed.
Since the first night we lived together after being married, we have gone to sleep hugging one another, and then praying together. He says his prayers in Spanish, as I pray in English. We pray for our children, my parents, his parents, my siblings, his siblings, and then any other prayer requests we may have had. Right now we are going to a bible study. He goes to a men's bible study, and I go to a women's bible study. At my bible study we were given prayer requests from our prayer partners, so I had shared that with him. So now we both pray for Judith, my prayer partner.
After we say our amen's.. he will immediately say, turn over, I want to rub your back. The lucky girl that I am goes to sleep almost every night with a full body back massage. My husband isn't like most who start out in this full back massage and then given up. My husband goes from my head to my toes, and back up again. He continues that until he hears me snoring.
Tomorrow we will be married 6 months. For the entire 6 months he has been doing this. Except lastnight I got him. I waited for about 2 times, that he rubbed my head down to my toes, and I was growing sleepy but I fought back the tiredness. I then did the awful thing and pretended to snore.. as I pretended to snore, I noticed his hand grow lighter, as he started to pull away from me and heard him say, "I love you, and a day."
You see, I tell him always... I love you, forever and a day. He always repeats me. So now as I hear him say, "I love you, and a day." I tried digging deep within to hold back all my laughter... I tried to resist laughing and not let him know I was still awake..
Just then it came out...a huge snort, and tons of laughter.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA now feeling bad, I stopped in my tracks and he says... "What? What?" I surely couldn't tell him... but I couldn't lie to him either...
Amor, you just told you loved me and a day.. he said.... I do.... I said, but it's forever which means siempre and a day, which means y un dia... He said.. Yes, that's what I said.. Uhmm.. no, you didn't.. yes, I did.. Ok I heard you wrong.. sorry.. I said let me give you a back massage... he said, no, no.. I want you to sleep good... Once again he started massaging.. head to toe... The massage that took forever and a day....
I've decided I won't interrupt him anymore.. he told me he cannot sleep if he doesn't know that he put me to sleep.. lol.. I love this man!!
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Makes Him Furious!
The one thing I've learned in 6 months is that my husband absolutely can not stand when kids do not respect their parents. I have seen it over and over, but something last night clicked.
My husband is constantly advising his nieces and nephews to love your parents, to respect them etc. He's often tells them they must listen to them etc.
My husband has all the patience in the world when it comes to my girls. He thinks they are just the cherry on top. He loves to show them off and tell everyone they are his, and my kids LOVE that kind of attention. They love to feel like we are all the same family unit. We are! Well my middle daughter loves to give her mom a run for her money around bedtime, EVERY NIGHT.
Each night our night ends the SAME way. Liliana, please listen to your mother. Liliana don't give your mom such a hard time, she loves and adores you. Liliana, you are such a beautiful little girl and you are acting very ugly. Liliana, do you know that in the bible you need to respect your mom and dad? Respect your mother. I almost get more tired of hearing him trying to talk her into it than I do her whining, crying, and complaining. (I've dealt with her for 9 years!!)
Anyway, Liliana says to me the other night. Mom, Papi is always happy unless anyone disrespects you. I said, yeah, so you don't keep him happy at night. She had a point. That night while laying in bed my mind wandered and I realized. She is right!! He is constantly telling them.
I spoke to him about it, and he said his mom is his world before I came into his life. She gave up her entire life to raise 5 kids. His father passed away when his baby brother was a toddler, so he feels like all the weight went onto her shoulders. He promised God if there was anyway he could ever help her he would. He said I made the same pact about you to God. I told God, Lord, this beautiful woman is a single mom to 4 children, if I could be apart of her life I will love, adore, and help her with her children and any chance I get to show them how to help her I will.
He sure has done this for me! What a love I've found!! <3
My husband is constantly advising his nieces and nephews to love your parents, to respect them etc. He's often tells them they must listen to them etc.
My husband has all the patience in the world when it comes to my girls. He thinks they are just the cherry on top. He loves to show them off and tell everyone they are his, and my kids LOVE that kind of attention. They love to feel like we are all the same family unit. We are! Well my middle daughter loves to give her mom a run for her money around bedtime, EVERY NIGHT.
Each night our night ends the SAME way. Liliana, please listen to your mother. Liliana don't give your mom such a hard time, she loves and adores you. Liliana, you are such a beautiful little girl and you are acting very ugly. Liliana, do you know that in the bible you need to respect your mom and dad? Respect your mother. I almost get more tired of hearing him trying to talk her into it than I do her whining, crying, and complaining. (I've dealt with her for 9 years!!)
Anyway, Liliana says to me the other night. Mom, Papi is always happy unless anyone disrespects you. I said, yeah, so you don't keep him happy at night. She had a point. That night while laying in bed my mind wandered and I realized. She is right!! He is constantly telling them.
I spoke to him about it, and he said his mom is his world before I came into his life. She gave up her entire life to raise 5 kids. His father passed away when his baby brother was a toddler, so he feels like all the weight went onto her shoulders. He promised God if there was anyway he could ever help her he would. He said I made the same pact about you to God. I told God, Lord, this beautiful woman is a single mom to 4 children, if I could be apart of her life I will love, adore, and help her with her children and any chance I get to show them how to help her I will.
He sure has done this for me! What a love I've found!! <3
Friday, July 26, 2013
Bear With Me...
Hey I will be changing my blog over to wordpress and when I do I think you will see a lot more posts. I am going to work on a new project with the kids.
My oldest daughter Lidia is addicted to youtube videos. I have a kids filter on her computer so I know what she is searching for, but she's a good kid. She loves watching the daily videos people put up. Are you familiar with them? She would like to have us try as a family to video blog (Vlog) daily for 1 month and see if its something we can do for awhile.
Actually I poo-poo'd it at first. Then I got thinking about how people LOVE reality TV, and well.. There is no such show about living in the Dominican Republic :)
I figured I could VLOG about differences here. Things that I love, and other things that aren't so loved :)
Stay tuned and you might see a little more into my life. As if I have time for this.. lol.. No, this will be like 10 minutes a day, cause Lidia will edit the videos and put them up.. Will be part of her homeschool projects :) She can learn a lot from this and teach her sisters. It will also hold me accountable for a lot of things.. :)
Stay tuned ;)
My oldest daughter Lidia is addicted to youtube videos. I have a kids filter on her computer so I know what she is searching for, but she's a good kid. She loves watching the daily videos people put up. Are you familiar with them? She would like to have us try as a family to video blog (Vlog) daily for 1 month and see if its something we can do for awhile.
Actually I poo-poo'd it at first. Then I got thinking about how people LOVE reality TV, and well.. There is no such show about living in the Dominican Republic :)
I figured I could VLOG about differences here. Things that I love, and other things that aren't so loved :)
Stay tuned and you might see a little more into my life. As if I have time for this.. lol.. No, this will be like 10 minutes a day, cause Lidia will edit the videos and put them up.. Will be part of her homeschool projects :) She can learn a lot from this and teach her sisters. It will also hold me accountable for a lot of things.. :)
Stay tuned ;)
Monday, July 15, 2013
Rubbing Off on the Kids
If you have visited my home since I've been married, you will know that my husband calls me his Queen. Sounds so silly in English to me, but in Spanish it's so sweet. Mi Reina. Sometimes he calls me his Doll. Usually if he is asking someone where I am. And my doll, have you sen her is what he will say! So swet.
A man who has been a bachelor for over 40 years really adjusted AWESOMELY to the married life. We laugh cause in the beginning he had a few embarrassing moments. Not used to calling someone my love all the time so a few times he got in odd situations. Like when he got off the motortaxi (concho) and said. Thanks my love! hahaha.. We were laughing as he tried to cover up and say something else. Or when he slips and calls his mother my love, etc.. Since the first month of marriage there hasn't been so many mess ups..
Speaking of changes and mess ups, I am truly amazed at something. He was so used to always having the seat up when he was done cause he lived alone for so many years that I NEVER thought we'd break him of the habit but I told him anyway. I said.. My love, me and the girls are NOT used to going into the bathroom and finding the seat up. He said, Really? I said yeah. He said, Your ex never kept the seat up? I said no.. He said, "Ok, no problem, I can put it down." never again has it been left up! How awesome is this man?! haha
My husband will follow me around with the fan. Everywhere I go he will pop up with the fan for me. I've gotten rather used to it and spoiled. He will even assess the situation and check for the best place to put it. He's got all kinds of strategies.
Lastnight, my husband said Doll, I'm going to take your fan for a 1/2 hour ok? I said sure. I had just gottten out of the shower, and wasn't hot. I was fine. He wanted to use the fan to dry some clothes that he had washed and the sun wasn't out.
About 5 minutes later the fan is faced at me and I giggle, as I turn around it's my middle daughter!! Mom, I don't want you to sweat, is this good? She gave me her fan!! What a sweetheart!! She then got a lecture from Cacique...EXCELLENT JOB!! That's what I'm always telling you, he says to her. You need to always make sure you treat your mother like a queen! -- It is definitely rubbing off on the kids!!
One last thing about the fan. I moved out of the zone tonight and was guarding the door while the kids were going to sleep. (They were arguing about who was moving the bed, etc..) As I'm in the doorway I had to laugh as my husband put the fan in the hallway to make sure it was facing me!!! He's so hysterical!!! :) <3
A man who has been a bachelor for over 40 years really adjusted AWESOMELY to the married life. We laugh cause in the beginning he had a few embarrassing moments. Not used to calling someone my love all the time so a few times he got in odd situations. Like when he got off the motortaxi (concho) and said. Thanks my love! hahaha.. We were laughing as he tried to cover up and say something else. Or when he slips and calls his mother my love, etc.. Since the first month of marriage there hasn't been so many mess ups..
Speaking of changes and mess ups, I am truly amazed at something. He was so used to always having the seat up when he was done cause he lived alone for so many years that I NEVER thought we'd break him of the habit but I told him anyway. I said.. My love, me and the girls are NOT used to going into the bathroom and finding the seat up. He said, Really? I said yeah. He said, Your ex never kept the seat up? I said no.. He said, "Ok, no problem, I can put it down." never again has it been left up! How awesome is this man?! haha
My husband will follow me around with the fan. Everywhere I go he will pop up with the fan for me. I've gotten rather used to it and spoiled. He will even assess the situation and check for the best place to put it. He's got all kinds of strategies.
Lastnight, my husband said Doll, I'm going to take your fan for a 1/2 hour ok? I said sure. I had just gottten out of the shower, and wasn't hot. I was fine. He wanted to use the fan to dry some clothes that he had washed and the sun wasn't out.
About 5 minutes later the fan is faced at me and I giggle, as I turn around it's my middle daughter!! Mom, I don't want you to sweat, is this good? She gave me her fan!! What a sweetheart!! She then got a lecture from Cacique...EXCELLENT JOB!! That's what I'm always telling you, he says to her. You need to always make sure you treat your mother like a queen! -- It is definitely rubbing off on the kids!!
One last thing about the fan. I moved out of the zone tonight and was guarding the door while the kids were going to sleep. (They were arguing about who was moving the bed, etc..) As I'm in the doorway I had to laugh as my husband put the fan in the hallway to make sure it was facing me!!! He's so hysterical!!! :) <3
Saturday, July 13, 2013
I have a Maid -- Don't Judge
I live in a 3rd world country or as many people like to say, it's NOT 3rd world it's a developing nation! Yes it is, but the one thing I LOVE about here is that services are VERY cheap. To give you an idea, of prices you can get your nails done with acrylics, or any other (fiberglass or gel) for about 7-8 dollars! That is awesome.. In NY you can get them done cheaply for $25, up to $50 and even more for gels and stuff.
Another service that is very cheap is to hire someone to work in your home. They will cook, clean, and take care of your kids or do whatever you want them to do. Most will iron the family's clothes daily. We aren't stuck up enough to have her iron our clothes for us. lol. Nah we just are a simple family in which we wear and go.
So I will not only miss this:
I will also miss my maid!! What? Don't judge me! It's cheap here, and if you had the chance you would do it too, admit it!!
I have a friend who has said to me a few times in conversation that she can't have a maid here because she has to be the wife and show her man she takes care of the house and cooks. Many Dominican men may feel that way about a woman. I am so fortunate because my husband doesn't feel that way at all. When he was younger his mom had 2 servants also! That's how him and his sisters grew up! Unfortunately his father passed away at a VERY young age, and left the family with very little. When it ran out my husband had to pick up the slack. He worked his butt off to save his mother's house and put food on the table. His sisters learned to cook and clean and his mom worked as well as helped with the house. So my husband LOVES that we can afford a maid. He wants me to be treated like a queen that I am. *smile*
One more thing is I work full-time, go to college online, and homeschool 3 kids. I think I deserve a maid :) . My husband agrees. My husband makes a hefty income here for a Dominican man, so it's not a big thing. His mother on the other hand hates that we have so many expenses. She tells my husband he needs to get rid of the maid and cook for me and teach the kids to clean. My husband is awesome with helping me to teach the kids that when they take something out, they need to put it back.
Another good friend and I were talking about having maids. She and her husband chose to not get a maid as it may not be good for the kids to think others should pick up for them, or cook.. well that's not really how the conversation went but I can't put it into words. What she said TOTALLY makes sense, but my time has always been limited here, so there are plenty more years to teach the girls that we need to take care of our stuff, etc. I totally agree with this friend and her husband (They are awesome) but their move here is pretty permanent well as of now.. Ok, ok.. So I know I have a lot of reteaching to do with the kids.. lol
Actually my oldest daughter can make a lot of Dominican dishes, so she will cook, and I will clean.. arghhh... maybe not ;)
Another service that is very cheap is to hire someone to work in your home. They will cook, clean, and take care of your kids or do whatever you want them to do. Most will iron the family's clothes daily. We aren't stuck up enough to have her iron our clothes for us. lol. Nah we just are a simple family in which we wear and go.
So I will not only miss this:
I have a friend who has said to me a few times in conversation that she can't have a maid here because she has to be the wife and show her man she takes care of the house and cooks. Many Dominican men may feel that way about a woman. I am so fortunate because my husband doesn't feel that way at all. When he was younger his mom had 2 servants also! That's how him and his sisters grew up! Unfortunately his father passed away at a VERY young age, and left the family with very little. When it ran out my husband had to pick up the slack. He worked his butt off to save his mother's house and put food on the table. His sisters learned to cook and clean and his mom worked as well as helped with the house. So my husband LOVES that we can afford a maid. He wants me to be treated like a queen that I am. *smile*
One more thing is I work full-time, go to college online, and homeschool 3 kids. I think I deserve a maid :) . My husband agrees. My husband makes a hefty income here for a Dominican man, so it's not a big thing. His mother on the other hand hates that we have so many expenses. She tells my husband he needs to get rid of the maid and cook for me and teach the kids to clean. My husband is awesome with helping me to teach the kids that when they take something out, they need to put it back.
Another good friend and I were talking about having maids. She and her husband chose to not get a maid as it may not be good for the kids to think others should pick up for them, or cook.. well that's not really how the conversation went but I can't put it into words. What she said TOTALLY makes sense, but my time has always been limited here, so there are plenty more years to teach the girls that we need to take care of our stuff, etc. I totally agree with this friend and her husband (They are awesome) but their move here is pretty permanent well as of now.. Ok, ok.. So I know I have a lot of reteaching to do with the kids.. lol
Actually my oldest daughter can make a lot of Dominican dishes, so she will cook, and I will clean.. arghhh... maybe not ;)
My Physical Trainer IS the BEST...
My husband every night works out. He doesn't have a weight set, or anything like that but he does a few hundred pushups, a few hundred sit ups, and some other things. I am usually on my computer working as he does them. He's actually getting quite pumped up.
I started my diet today as I have gained back some of the weight I had lost when I first got here. It slowly started creeping up on me when we lived in the capital because we were too afraid to go out. Now the honeymoon marriage, being spoiled, etc doesn't help.
My lovely husband said, Amor, I will support you with whatever you want to do. If you want to keep getting "stronger" (That means fat but he doesn't like to say fat), I will support you. Since you have a bad knee I will just work harder and harder so that if ever comes the day that I have to carry you, I can do it. Hahaha.. Yeah, so he's saying if I grow fatter and fatter, he will have to work harder and harder. He is totally sincere!!
So tonight I say, Amor, how about I work out with you a little tonight. His face lights up and he says ABSOLUTELY!!! He's got this silly grin on his face and all, and I'm like.. awww.. mi amor!!
The kids go to sleep tonight, and he comes out and says.. "READY?" Well now I'm tired and the last thing I want to do it work out, but I remind myself that nobody ever WANTS to work out, it's the after it all that makes people want to do it again.
So he starts showing m that we have to warm up. (I keep quiet as if I've never worked out before).. Here's a quick tip.. MOST FAT PEOPLE are professional dieters, and often have exercised a few hundred times.. ;) I've been up and down the scale so many times I guess I'd be a scale slut. Yikes.
So he starts warming up my shoulders, elbows, etc.. We get done and he stops like.. oh man now what can I have her do.. So I start doing pushups.. he's like you are going to do 10.. as he sees me struggle after 8, he's like that's enough, thats enough.. hahaha.. He's like let's do 5 each rep.. So I go and start going and we get to the 5th one and he sticks a pillow under my head to stop me.. hehe.. we are both quite stubborn..
Then he's like.. I think that's enough for the day.. I said... but you said 10 reps of 10 and now you want me to only do 5 and only 2 reps of 5.. haha.. He's like... that's plenty we don't want you to get hurt..
He's so sweet.. This man is the best!! I am so happy he's mine!! :) I did push him and let me do the 10 reps, and I did them.. he did them with me except he did them one handed and alternated hands. Having him smile at me as we did them just made my exercise session bliss. I love this man!!
I started my diet today as I have gained back some of the weight I had lost when I first got here. It slowly started creeping up on me when we lived in the capital because we were too afraid to go out. Now the honeymoon marriage, being spoiled, etc doesn't help.
My lovely husband said, Amor, I will support you with whatever you want to do. If you want to keep getting "stronger" (That means fat but he doesn't like to say fat), I will support you. Since you have a bad knee I will just work harder and harder so that if ever comes the day that I have to carry you, I can do it. Hahaha.. Yeah, so he's saying if I grow fatter and fatter, he will have to work harder and harder. He is totally sincere!!
So tonight I say, Amor, how about I work out with you a little tonight. His face lights up and he says ABSOLUTELY!!! He's got this silly grin on his face and all, and I'm like.. awww.. mi amor!!
The kids go to sleep tonight, and he comes out and says.. "READY?" Well now I'm tired and the last thing I want to do it work out, but I remind myself that nobody ever WANTS to work out, it's the after it all that makes people want to do it again.
So he starts showing m that we have to warm up. (I keep quiet as if I've never worked out before).. Here's a quick tip.. MOST FAT PEOPLE are professional dieters, and often have exercised a few hundred times.. ;) I've been up and down the scale so many times I guess I'd be a scale slut. Yikes.
So he starts warming up my shoulders, elbows, etc.. We get done and he stops like.. oh man now what can I have her do.. So I start doing pushups.. he's like you are going to do 10.. as he sees me struggle after 8, he's like that's enough, thats enough.. hahaha.. He's like let's do 5 each rep.. So I go and start going and we get to the 5th one and he sticks a pillow under my head to stop me.. hehe.. we are both quite stubborn..
Then he's like.. I think that's enough for the day.. I said... but you said 10 reps of 10 and now you want me to only do 5 and only 2 reps of 5.. haha.. He's like... that's plenty we don't want you to get hurt..
He's so sweet.. This man is the best!! I am so happy he's mine!! :) I did push him and let me do the 10 reps, and I did them.. he did them with me except he did them one handed and alternated hands. Having him smile at me as we did them just made my exercise session bliss. I love this man!!
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Moving This Site
So I made this blog just playing around with blogger. I despise blogger blogs, but figured it would be fun to play with. Then I picked out the background that I really liked.
After writing a few posts I realized that my friends and family LOVED to read about what I love to post about.. My husband. What I'm afraid to constantly talk about to my friends and family, they enjoy reading.
Now I've decided to get more serious with this site. I would really like to move this over to the wordpress platform, but I can't find a good free background that I like. I think I'm going to have to STOP being so lazy and just create a good background. I know how to, I just despise it.
Any of you want to a design me a similar background for my new home on wordpress?
After writing a few posts I realized that my friends and family LOVED to read about what I love to post about.. My husband. What I'm afraid to constantly talk about to my friends and family, they enjoy reading.
Now I've decided to get more serious with this site. I would really like to move this over to the wordpress platform, but I can't find a good free background that I like. I think I'm going to have to STOP being so lazy and just create a good background. I know how to, I just despise it.
Any of you want to a design me a similar background for my new home on wordpress?
Playing House
Ok my kids are very big into playing "house" with their baby dolls. I love having girls that love it so much! They have real bassinets, real baby clothes, bottles, and pacifiers. They can play it all day long.
Tonight my husband got involved! We never laughed so hard in our lives!! It started as my daughter "Baby We, We," Which is Lily had gotten hurt. He tried comforting her, rocking her, and treating her like a baby, and then it went from there!
He fed her a "bottle" of milk, and Lidia started to feed Ella and the conversation between my husband and Lidia as they fed their bottles.
Vecina means "neighbor"
My husband: "Vecina, how old is your baby?"
Lidia: "My baby? She's 6 months, what about yours?"
My husband: "Wow! What a big baby.. Mine was just born 2 days ago!" "Oh she needs to burp." he flips her up over his shoulder and we die laughing..
My Husband: "Vecina, I haven't changed the diaper in a few days...Do you think that's why there are so many flies?"
We all bursted out laughing. When I got up, he's sitting on the couch, Lidia and Ella are sitting across from him, and they are sharing "burp cloths". Their burp cloths include a sheet draped between them.. lol
My husband I think loves playing dolls as much as my kids. He was supposed to put the kids to bed, but he can't stop playing.
Kids will be kids..... and well.. hubby will just be him.. lol
Tonight my husband got involved! We never laughed so hard in our lives!! It started as my daughter "Baby We, We," Which is Lily had gotten hurt. He tried comforting her, rocking her, and treating her like a baby, and then it went from there!
He fed her a "bottle" of milk, and Lidia started to feed Ella and the conversation between my husband and Lidia as they fed their bottles.
Vecina means "neighbor"
My husband: "Vecina, how old is your baby?"
Lidia: "My baby? She's 6 months, what about yours?"
My husband: "Wow! What a big baby.. Mine was just born 2 days ago!" "Oh she needs to burp." he flips her up over his shoulder and we die laughing..
My Husband: "Vecina, I haven't changed the diaper in a few days...Do you think that's why there are so many flies?"
We all bursted out laughing. When I got up, he's sitting on the couch, Lidia and Ella are sitting across from him, and they are sharing "burp cloths". Their burp cloths include a sheet draped between them.. lol
My husband I think loves playing dolls as much as my kids. He was supposed to put the kids to bed, but he can't stop playing.
Kids will be kids..... and well.. hubby will just be him.. lol
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
He's Going to Kill Me or Let Me Die!
Oh Gosh I feel horrible even writing that title. I know my husband if he could read English would NOT want to read this post. Why? He feels awful about it.
Lastnight my Acid Reflux kicked in and kicked my butt. There I was laying next to the wall and under the mosquito netting (Common in this country... well I think it is but I've been told the things I think are "common" are because I hang out with the wrong class of Dominicans.. oh well.. I like my classy Dominican friends.. hahah) Anyway.. All of a sudden the pain woke me up. Anyone who knows me, KNOWS that I am tough to wake up! I felt the pain of the acid coming all the way up my throat, and then I jumped up like a crazy, and started to pound on my husband to move so I can get out, he jumped up like any man would do, and began to put me in a hold saying.. "Calm down, Calm down, my queen." Uhmm.. WHAT?!??! I can't talk, I'm now screaming.. Uuuuhhhhh uhhhhhhh... I'm putting my weight into it, and this is when I realize my husband has some strength on him.
I finally get my head out, and the acid pours onto the ground. Yellow acid.. It was so gross.. I realize then its in my lungs and I feel I can't breathe.. the pain is unbearable and I jump up and go running for my glass of vinegar.
My husband is frantic and trying to help me. I grab the gallon of vinegar and start pouring my glass as if I'm drinking the best martini ever.. Down the hatch it goes as I struggle to drink more and more.
I have no idea WHY vinegar works, but it does. It takes the pain away like 90% and then I have to cough out whats in my lungs for a long while. If I don't I'm left with a horse voice, and a bad cough for days.
My husband while I'm drinking my vinegar cocktail proceeds to tell me.. I'm taking you to the hospital, I'm like NO! Just let me drink, please stop talking to me!! I'm screaming in pain. Then I hear him waking up my older daughter. Lidia, come help me he says. My sweetie comes out and is like whats the matter? He's like mom is real bad..
He later told me he woke her up in case they lost me through the night (Over acid reflux?!?! Really?) the kids would KNOW he didn't kill me (on purpose) ahhahahahaha...
My husband is so afraid to lose me. He thinks that he just got me and he's afraid that God will take me away too. He lost his father so young, so he knows that life is so fragile.
Anyway, today I tell my sister in-law, so did your brother tell you he tried to kill me. He put his head down and said. OMG, please my love, this is an awful story. She's like tell me, tell me. He said I can't even THINK about re-hearing what I lived through last night. Now it's like HE went through all the pain..
On the way home I said that to him. Hun, you act like YOU went through all that pain. He said.. "I did!!!" He said "You don't realize that when you hurt, I hurt 50 times worse, I love you." What a mush! I love him too!!!
Lastnight my Acid Reflux kicked in and kicked my butt. There I was laying next to the wall and under the mosquito netting (Common in this country... well I think it is but I've been told the things I think are "common" are because I hang out with the wrong class of Dominicans.. oh well.. I like my classy Dominican friends.. hahah) Anyway.. All of a sudden the pain woke me up. Anyone who knows me, KNOWS that I am tough to wake up! I felt the pain of the acid coming all the way up my throat, and then I jumped up like a crazy, and started to pound on my husband to move so I can get out, he jumped up like any man would do, and began to put me in a hold saying.. "Calm down, Calm down, my queen." Uhmm.. WHAT?!??! I can't talk, I'm now screaming.. Uuuuhhhhh uhhhhhhh... I'm putting my weight into it, and this is when I realize my husband has some strength on him.
I finally get my head out, and the acid pours onto the ground. Yellow acid.. It was so gross.. I realize then its in my lungs and I feel I can't breathe.. the pain is unbearable and I jump up and go running for my glass of vinegar.
My husband is frantic and trying to help me. I grab the gallon of vinegar and start pouring my glass as if I'm drinking the best martini ever.. Down the hatch it goes as I struggle to drink more and more.
I have no idea WHY vinegar works, but it does. It takes the pain away like 90% and then I have to cough out whats in my lungs for a long while. If I don't I'm left with a horse voice, and a bad cough for days.
My husband while I'm drinking my vinegar cocktail proceeds to tell me.. I'm taking you to the hospital, I'm like NO! Just let me drink, please stop talking to me!! I'm screaming in pain. Then I hear him waking up my older daughter. Lidia, come help me he says. My sweetie comes out and is like whats the matter? He's like mom is real bad..
He later told me he woke her up in case they lost me through the night (Over acid reflux?!?! Really?) the kids would KNOW he didn't kill me (on purpose) ahhahahahaha...
My husband is so afraid to lose me. He thinks that he just got me and he's afraid that God will take me away too. He lost his father so young, so he knows that life is so fragile.
Anyway, today I tell my sister in-law, so did your brother tell you he tried to kill me. He put his head down and said. OMG, please my love, this is an awful story. She's like tell me, tell me. He said I can't even THINK about re-hearing what I lived through last night. Now it's like HE went through all the pain..
On the way home I said that to him. Hun, you act like YOU went through all that pain. He said.. "I did!!!" He said "You don't realize that when you hurt, I hurt 50 times worse, I love you." What a mush! I love him too!!!
Thursday, June 20, 2013
My Husband Has a Fan!!!
LOL! I guess someone thinks my husband rocks! haha.. Love it!! :) No idea who she is, but thanks for reading my blog!!! lol.. Yes he DOES rock! (little young, huh?)
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
I Want To Be Angry
I think I have every right to be angry at my husband! Gosh if my mom reads this post she is really going to kill me.
Look, my husband worked his butt off when he was younger because his father died at a very young age. He left his mother with a lot of bills and nothing to pay them. My husband took on the family responsibility when he was like 12 or 15. He asked to borrow a motorcycle from a neighbor and he started offering people rides for a few pesos.
He gave his money to his mother and saved a percentage of it. That what he saved he bought his own motorcycle. He did this over and over and moved to bigger and better things and finally bought a public van in which he carted people around for more money then he did on the motorcycle and he could fit 16 people in the van.. (yeah think minivan.. lol) My husband is a VERY hardworker!
Long story short, he works very hard for his money. He has never only worked for himself he's always worked and supported his mother and a sister who has a tough time. They now know that he's got his own family and nobody expects anything from him. Anyway.. His car he worked VERY hard for. Something he loves.
He wants to pay for his own visa because its a very expensive process. I am all for him paying it but feel bad that he will have to sell his car. I can make more money working from here, then he can so I'd rather work hard and pay it.. He will NOT have it. So we decided it was time to sell the car. I never realized something about my husband but he's a VERY impatient person. How the HECK did he stay single for all these years waiting on God? Anyway. We spoke about selling the car, he talked to the Watchman outside who guards our place. The Watchman went and found a buyer. Typical here in the DR cause they KNOW they will make a little something if they find the buyer.
So the guy wants the car. Totally in-love with the car. But he feels its not worth what we are asking. Ok I am going to save you the gory details and just tell you the short version. My husband wants this car sold YESTERDAY that he is basically GIVING it away. He's giving it to this guy for an entire $1,000 less than what we originally wanted.. Well a $1200. less than what we originally agreed on. I told him, it's your car do what you want EXCEPT.. the guys offer, I said to my husband.. If you REALLY want to accept it (Which he does) I said add $25.00 to that price to pay the watchman!!!! He agreed.
The Watchman called his friend and said to him the price that I told him, and the guy said no. The watchman said Look let's not fight over $25 come pick up the car tomorrow at 1pm its yours. My husband AGREED!!!!!!!!!!!!
I realize it's ONLY $25. but now I am shaving another 1,000 pesos ($25) off the price. My husband worked hard for this car and he's giving it away. I am mad.. well.. I am mad, but I can't be mad at my husband.. I'm just mad in general..
So I came into the house as he stayed outside "walking" the dogs. I know he remained out there because I was "mad" lol. My maid was in the house making our dinner, and I told her the story. She got really angry and said.. "NO! He can't do that!" I said I know but he just wants this car sold. Selling this car at $50 would make my husband happy.. he wants it gone.. She said "wow, that guy ripped you off" I agreed... Stewing even more as she spoke.
I walked into the bedroom, and my husband came into the house with the dogs. I stayed in the bedroom, and it was like all my anger disappeared. My husband had his head down, knowing I was angry, and when I saw him, I couldn't DARE give him the cold shoulder. I went to him and hugged him.
So yeah, 4 months of living together and spending every waking moment together (both working from home) and STILL no fights. I can't do it! Just ain't going to happen.
Lidia today told me, "Mom, you are the happiest I've ever seen you with anyone.." I thought that was odd, because I thought I was happy before... but she said.. "I mean you guys have never fought..he keeps you happy!" I giggled knowing what she mean and knowing she was right. I also know that my attitude has changed being with this "good guy".. :)
Look, my husband worked his butt off when he was younger because his father died at a very young age. He left his mother with a lot of bills and nothing to pay them. My husband took on the family responsibility when he was like 12 or 15. He asked to borrow a motorcycle from a neighbor and he started offering people rides for a few pesos.
He gave his money to his mother and saved a percentage of it. That what he saved he bought his own motorcycle. He did this over and over and moved to bigger and better things and finally bought a public van in which he carted people around for more money then he did on the motorcycle and he could fit 16 people in the van.. (yeah think minivan.. lol) My husband is a VERY hardworker!
Long story short, he works very hard for his money. He has never only worked for himself he's always worked and supported his mother and a sister who has a tough time. They now know that he's got his own family and nobody expects anything from him. Anyway.. His car he worked VERY hard for. Something he loves.
He wants to pay for his own visa because its a very expensive process. I am all for him paying it but feel bad that he will have to sell his car. I can make more money working from here, then he can so I'd rather work hard and pay it.. He will NOT have it. So we decided it was time to sell the car. I never realized something about my husband but he's a VERY impatient person. How the HECK did he stay single for all these years waiting on God? Anyway. We spoke about selling the car, he talked to the Watchman outside who guards our place. The Watchman went and found a buyer. Typical here in the DR cause they KNOW they will make a little something if they find the buyer.
So the guy wants the car. Totally in-love with the car. But he feels its not worth what we are asking. Ok I am going to save you the gory details and just tell you the short version. My husband wants this car sold YESTERDAY that he is basically GIVING it away. He's giving it to this guy for an entire $1,000 less than what we originally wanted.. Well a $1200. less than what we originally agreed on. I told him, it's your car do what you want EXCEPT.. the guys offer, I said to my husband.. If you REALLY want to accept it (Which he does) I said add $25.00 to that price to pay the watchman!!!! He agreed.
The Watchman called his friend and said to him the price that I told him, and the guy said no. The watchman said Look let's not fight over $25 come pick up the car tomorrow at 1pm its yours. My husband AGREED!!!!!!!!!!!!
I realize it's ONLY $25. but now I am shaving another 1,000 pesos ($25) off the price. My husband worked hard for this car and he's giving it away. I am mad.. well.. I am mad, but I can't be mad at my husband.. I'm just mad in general..
So I came into the house as he stayed outside "walking" the dogs. I know he remained out there because I was "mad" lol. My maid was in the house making our dinner, and I told her the story. She got really angry and said.. "NO! He can't do that!" I said I know but he just wants this car sold. Selling this car at $50 would make my husband happy.. he wants it gone.. She said "wow, that guy ripped you off" I agreed... Stewing even more as she spoke.
I walked into the bedroom, and my husband came into the house with the dogs. I stayed in the bedroom, and it was like all my anger disappeared. My husband had his head down, knowing I was angry, and when I saw him, I couldn't DARE give him the cold shoulder. I went to him and hugged him.
So yeah, 4 months of living together and spending every waking moment together (both working from home) and STILL no fights. I can't do it! Just ain't going to happen.
Lidia today told me, "Mom, you are the happiest I've ever seen you with anyone.." I thought that was odd, because I thought I was happy before... but she said.. "I mean you guys have never fought..he keeps you happy!" I giggled knowing what she mean and knowing she was right. I also know that my attitude has changed being with this "good guy".. :)
Monday, June 17, 2013
So Little
My husband is hysterical! Our height is one thing that we are both very self conscious about. I'm like 5'5" and he's like 5'3" These two inches sometimes drive us batty! haha.
My husband hasn't lived in this area of the Dominican Republic in about 7 years so we have taken the time to visit all of his family. Distant and not so distant relatives, and I always get a kick out of what the family and people say about him. Everyone will stop to tell me.. You don't know what an awesome man you have!! They all tell me. I do know though!
Often times when people see my husband for the first time in so many years they will go. You are Fina's son! Yes he is! But which one?! Fina has 3 sons. My husband is the oldest son. As you have seen from pictures, my husband shaves his head because he's missing a lot of hair and just feels more comfortable being bald. His younger brother has a full head of white hair. He went white at a very young age. He's taller, and probably a little stronger. His youngest brother is always wearing a hat so I can't tell you if he's got any hair. I think he does but a lot less than the middle brother and not white. He's very strong and very young. Probably about 10 years younger. (my guess)
Every chance my husband gets he tells people who hasn't seen him in a long time. "Yes I am Fina's son, I'm the BIGGEST (meaning the oldest), The most beautiful, The strongest, but the tiniest one. HAHA he always makes me laugh and whomever he's talking to. Just because I know he's going to say it, I start to giggle.
We also often get "stopped" in the road and called by one of his other brother's names. I did warn his brother's wife to be careful. I said, I just want you to know... If ANYONE stops to tell you they say your husband with an Americana, that was me and Cacique because he's always being called someone elses name. Too funny!! :)
Whenever people realize who he is, they freak out and are thrilled he's married! Yeah well after 40-something years, its about time!!
My husband hasn't lived in this area of the Dominican Republic in about 7 years so we have taken the time to visit all of his family. Distant and not so distant relatives, and I always get a kick out of what the family and people say about him. Everyone will stop to tell me.. You don't know what an awesome man you have!! They all tell me. I do know though!
Often times when people see my husband for the first time in so many years they will go. You are Fina's son! Yes he is! But which one?! Fina has 3 sons. My husband is the oldest son. As you have seen from pictures, my husband shaves his head because he's missing a lot of hair and just feels more comfortable being bald. His younger brother has a full head of white hair. He went white at a very young age. He's taller, and probably a little stronger. His youngest brother is always wearing a hat so I can't tell you if he's got any hair. I think he does but a lot less than the middle brother and not white. He's very strong and very young. Probably about 10 years younger. (my guess)
Every chance my husband gets he tells people who hasn't seen him in a long time. "Yes I am Fina's son, I'm the BIGGEST (meaning the oldest), The most beautiful, The strongest, but the tiniest one. HAHA he always makes me laugh and whomever he's talking to. Just because I know he's going to say it, I start to giggle.
We also often get "stopped" in the road and called by one of his other brother's names. I did warn his brother's wife to be careful. I said, I just want you to know... If ANYONE stops to tell you they say your husband with an Americana, that was me and Cacique because he's always being called someone elses name. Too funny!! :)
Whenever people realize who he is, they freak out and are thrilled he's married! Yeah well after 40-something years, its about time!!
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Deadbeat Awareness Day
Today in the United States they are celebrating Father's Day! This is a very special Day to many father's out there. I was going down my newsfeed on my facebook and it made me wonder about all the deadbeats out there. I mean, I have over 600 friends on my facebook, and I can't believe out of 600 friends I don't have ONE "father" on my feed that would fall into the dead beat category!!!
I've had some amazing men in my life. I had two stepfathers who were out of this world. One who wasn't really a stepfather, but still was a "father" to me. I had an uncle when I was younger who used to be my fill-in father, etc. And now I have the most amazing hubby that is awesome with the kids.
But I've also seen my deal of deadbeat dads. Whether they are ex husbands, baby da-da's or my own biological father. Either way they are men who need to be recognized too!! It takes a very special kind of man (and it seems there are many in this world) to make false promises, not show up when they are scheduled or told the child, etc.
There are THREE types of deadbeats.
1. The type that pays their child support therefore in their own eyes they are Worlds #1 Daddy. Yes, their money automatically gets withdrawn from their pay, therefore they are #1 Dad. These deadbeats stop at that though. They may come around once in awhile, or never. They are in a league of their own!
2. Another type of deadbeat is the ones who don't pay child support but come around and pretend they are #1 daddy too. Come on, let's get with it. These women are doing THEIR work on supporting THEIR child(ren) and they get the fun of playing with their kids. This is better than nothing, and maybe not the WORST deadbeat dad, but still a deadbeat, GET OUT AND WORK ALREADY.
3. Deadbeats who use their children to try and hurt their ex. They think their money is used to support the mom and don't realize the PRICE a child costs. I can assure you that whatever you pay in childsupport it does NOT cover 1/2 of that child's costs. The woman did NOT bring that child into this world alone. Yet they are raising them alone. These deadbeats fight over what the mom does with the money, will say they are going to do x, y, and z, and never come through. They also will get the kid in their custody and badmouth the mom. The best is when they won't help with the care of the child. You know, mom has an interview, appointment, whatever and Dad is off from work and says yes, or will flat out refuse.. either way it doesn't pan out. These are TRUE deadbeat dads.
Look being a father is truly a gift, a privilege and NOT something men should take for granted! Deadbeats are among us, and there are MANY. We need to pull the cover from them and show off who they are because there are women who are pulling ALL the weight for their actions and it is NOT fair.
Today IS father's day. I hope all the REAL fathers who do NOT fall anywhere near these 3 categories have an amazing father's day. It's not easy being a parent, but you are doing an amazing job if your job is to make your child first, or make them have an amazing life. God bless those men who are truly amazing fathers.
To the deadbeats out there. You may think you are quietly keeping your cover...one day it will be blown and EVERYONE WILL KNOW what a loser you are!! :)
WOMEN IF YOU KNOW A DEADBEAT, COMMENT HERE AND LEAVE THEM A LOVELY MESSAGE!! :) BLOW THEIR COVERS :)
I've had some amazing men in my life. I had two stepfathers who were out of this world. One who wasn't really a stepfather, but still was a "father" to me. I had an uncle when I was younger who used to be my fill-in father, etc. And now I have the most amazing hubby that is awesome with the kids.
But I've also seen my deal of deadbeat dads. Whether they are ex husbands, baby da-da's or my own biological father. Either way they are men who need to be recognized too!! It takes a very special kind of man (and it seems there are many in this world) to make false promises, not show up when they are scheduled or told the child, etc.
There are THREE types of deadbeats.
1. The type that pays their child support therefore in their own eyes they are Worlds #1 Daddy. Yes, their money automatically gets withdrawn from their pay, therefore they are #1 Dad. These deadbeats stop at that though. They may come around once in awhile, or never. They are in a league of their own!
2. Another type of deadbeat is the ones who don't pay child support but come around and pretend they are #1 daddy too. Come on, let's get with it. These women are doing THEIR work on supporting THEIR child(ren) and they get the fun of playing with their kids. This is better than nothing, and maybe not the WORST deadbeat dad, but still a deadbeat, GET OUT AND WORK ALREADY.
3. Deadbeats who use their children to try and hurt their ex. They think their money is used to support the mom and don't realize the PRICE a child costs. I can assure you that whatever you pay in childsupport it does NOT cover 1/2 of that child's costs. The woman did NOT bring that child into this world alone. Yet they are raising them alone. These deadbeats fight over what the mom does with the money, will say they are going to do x, y, and z, and never come through. They also will get the kid in their custody and badmouth the mom. The best is when they won't help with the care of the child. You know, mom has an interview, appointment, whatever and Dad is off from work and says yes, or will flat out refuse.. either way it doesn't pan out. These are TRUE deadbeat dads.
Look being a father is truly a gift, a privilege and NOT something men should take for granted! Deadbeats are among us, and there are MANY. We need to pull the cover from them and show off who they are because there are women who are pulling ALL the weight for their actions and it is NOT fair.
Today IS father's day. I hope all the REAL fathers who do NOT fall anywhere near these 3 categories have an amazing father's day. It's not easy being a parent, but you are doing an amazing job if your job is to make your child first, or make them have an amazing life. God bless those men who are truly amazing fathers.
To the deadbeats out there. You may think you are quietly keeping your cover...one day it will be blown and EVERYONE WILL KNOW what a loser you are!! :)
WOMEN IF YOU KNOW A DEADBEAT, COMMENT HERE AND LEAVE THEM A LOVELY MESSAGE!! :) BLOW THEIR COVERS :)
Just in Case
One evening while we were visiting Barahona, me and my husband decided to go visit a friend of mine that I hadn't seen in awhile who I had known for over 20 years. I told my husband, lets go visit Alberti, he's a friend from church, etc.. etc. He says, "Anything you want to do, my love." So off we go.
We are on an awful road and the sun was going down. We came up over a hill and we came up to a traffic light really quickly. My husband was so nervous as we sat waiting for a train to pass. I noticed the window was dirty, and it was annoying me so I said I'm going to dump this out over the window since we have no washer fluid. He hesitated then said, YES! Please get some on my side! Sure no problem.
I threw open the door of the car and was a little surprised by him allowing the princess (me) to do any such thing by herself. But I happily did it. Poured the bottle of water all over the windshield. Just then he said ok, get in. The light turned and the train was gone and we drove.
I said, "Honey, I'm very shocked that you let me get out of the car like that to clean the window. He said, "You could go on without me, but the girls need you!"
I was taken back by what he said and asked him to explain to me what he meant. He said "When I came up over the hill I couldn't see anything, therefore if anyone behind me came up over the hill they would hit us, and push us into the train tracks. My thought was if you were standing outside the car pouring the water over the windshield, the car would just push me into the train tracks and I would hope and pray, that God would send you a different man to take care of you and the girls. Either way, God and I both know that those girls need you more than He does. "
I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or freak out. I said "I don't believe God would separate us after putting us together just a short few weeks ago."
He said "Well if he does, I will be waiting for you."
Yeah.. that's how my hubby rolls. I love him!
We are on an awful road and the sun was going down. We came up over a hill and we came up to a traffic light really quickly. My husband was so nervous as we sat waiting for a train to pass. I noticed the window was dirty, and it was annoying me so I said I'm going to dump this out over the window since we have no washer fluid. He hesitated then said, YES! Please get some on my side! Sure no problem.
I threw open the door of the car and was a little surprised by him allowing the princess (me) to do any such thing by herself. But I happily did it. Poured the bottle of water all over the windshield. Just then he said ok, get in. The light turned and the train was gone and we drove.
I said, "Honey, I'm very shocked that you let me get out of the car like that to clean the window. He said, "You could go on without me, but the girls need you!"
I was taken back by what he said and asked him to explain to me what he meant. He said "When I came up over the hill I couldn't see anything, therefore if anyone behind me came up over the hill they would hit us, and push us into the train tracks. My thought was if you were standing outside the car pouring the water over the windshield, the car would just push me into the train tracks and I would hope and pray, that God would send you a different man to take care of you and the girls. Either way, God and I both know that those girls need you more than He does. "
I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or freak out. I said "I don't believe God would separate us after putting us together just a short few weeks ago."
He said "Well if he does, I will be waiting for you."
Yeah.. that's how my hubby rolls. I love him!
Friday, June 14, 2013
Prepared for Acid Reflux
Last night I had something happen that happens about once a month or once every two months and its painful. When I least expect it I get hit with a really bad bout of Acid reflux. Acid comes up my esophagus waking me up in a panic. Last night was no different. What was different was how my husband reacted.
My husband was dead asleep, and so was I, when all of a sudden I woke up to the awful burning of the acid coming up my esophagus. I went to climb over my husband to get out from under the mosquito netting, but I woke him up and he thought I was having a bad dream, or something. He jumped up and started to grab me so that I couldn't move. Now with a mouth full of painful acid, and I can hardly breathe got me swinging my arms to let me go. Not being able to speak, I was just screaming under my breath. We struggled for what felt like a good full minute, and he realized something was wrong. I jumped up ran to the bathroom began trying to cough the acid up out of my lungs. I am now screaming for vinegar. I head for the kitchen because my half asleep husband isn't sure what I'm asking for.
I grab the vinegar and pour myself a half of a glass of vinegar and start pounding it down. Stopping to try and cough up any acid I can get out of my lungs. My husband is like, amor, what can I do for you? Doll, are you ok? As I am freaking out and making a huge scene. He runs and gets my prevacid and I take that. After about 15 minutes of drinking as much vinegar as I can possibly stomach and coughing up as much acid as I can possibly get up, we head to bed.
He says.. Love, if I could take away your pain and take it for you, I would do it in a heartbeat. I said, I know you would. He said "Can you roll over so I can massage your back until you fall asleep?" I turn over and I was out like a light after a few minutes of his heavenly massage. If I know my husband he didn't fall asleep as easily as he was probably dying from guilt that I went through so much pain.
The next morning I woke up to him kneeling at the side of our bed. A common image I wake up to daily. I rubbed his head to let him know I was awake, and he jumped to my side. How are you feeling? I said I feel ok. He says, No, I can hear it in your voice, everything is burned. Yes, it is.. but it happens. I feel better. Thats when the "What-ifs start". What if you don't do this, or eat that, or maybe it's the bananas you eat everyday, maybe it's this that, and another thing. I said, Maybe it's my hernia and maybe its that I've gained 20 pounds from being with you. lol...
Tonight I started to get ready for bed. When I walked into my bedroom there was a playroom chair by my bed with various things. A glass, a bottle of water, a bottle of vinegar, and some prevacid. Oh and a a bowl! I just started to laugh KNOWING what it was for.
Honey? What is the water for?
To take your pills of course!
The bowl?
In case you succeed in getting up any Acid.
The glass? To pour the vinegar into of course!!
The laughter started all on its own. He smiled as he knows I find him funny. He truly kills me. What would I do without him?! Suffer in my acid attacks alone of course! haha
Tonight he is nauseous and not feeling well yet he is only thinking about how he can take care of me! What a man!!
My husband was dead asleep, and so was I, when all of a sudden I woke up to the awful burning of the acid coming up my esophagus. I went to climb over my husband to get out from under the mosquito netting, but I woke him up and he thought I was having a bad dream, or something. He jumped up and started to grab me so that I couldn't move. Now with a mouth full of painful acid, and I can hardly breathe got me swinging my arms to let me go. Not being able to speak, I was just screaming under my breath. We struggled for what felt like a good full minute, and he realized something was wrong. I jumped up ran to the bathroom began trying to cough the acid up out of my lungs. I am now screaming for vinegar. I head for the kitchen because my half asleep husband isn't sure what I'm asking for.
I grab the vinegar and pour myself a half of a glass of vinegar and start pounding it down. Stopping to try and cough up any acid I can get out of my lungs. My husband is like, amor, what can I do for you? Doll, are you ok? As I am freaking out and making a huge scene. He runs and gets my prevacid and I take that. After about 15 minutes of drinking as much vinegar as I can possibly stomach and coughing up as much acid as I can possibly get up, we head to bed.
He says.. Love, if I could take away your pain and take it for you, I would do it in a heartbeat. I said, I know you would. He said "Can you roll over so I can massage your back until you fall asleep?" I turn over and I was out like a light after a few minutes of his heavenly massage. If I know my husband he didn't fall asleep as easily as he was probably dying from guilt that I went through so much pain.
The next morning I woke up to him kneeling at the side of our bed. A common image I wake up to daily. I rubbed his head to let him know I was awake, and he jumped to my side. How are you feeling? I said I feel ok. He says, No, I can hear it in your voice, everything is burned. Yes, it is.. but it happens. I feel better. Thats when the "What-ifs start". What if you don't do this, or eat that, or maybe it's the bananas you eat everyday, maybe it's this that, and another thing. I said, Maybe it's my hernia and maybe its that I've gained 20 pounds from being with you. lol...
Tonight I started to get ready for bed. When I walked into my bedroom there was a playroom chair by my bed with various things. A glass, a bottle of water, a bottle of vinegar, and some prevacid. Oh and a a bowl! I just started to laugh KNOWING what it was for.
Honey? What is the water for?
To take your pills of course!
The bowl?
In case you succeed in getting up any Acid.
The glass? To pour the vinegar into of course!!
The laughter started all on its own. He smiled as he knows I find him funny. He truly kills me. What would I do without him?! Suffer in my acid attacks alone of course! haha
Tonight he is nauseous and not feeling well yet he is only thinking about how he can take care of me! What a man!!
Sunday, June 2, 2013
White Clothing Are YOU Extra Careful?
I remember when I was really young, and a newly wed.. My ex loved to wear his white jeans. He had one out fit that was more white than any other color, but he was super careful with himself while he was wearing them. Everywhere he went he carried an ugly hand towel so that when he sat down he sat on his towel cause he knew it was clean.
My hubby is this way with me! I just realized it the other day that my husband treats me like I am a white pair of clothes or something. What you say? This is how crazy he is.
Every night he does like 100 pushups and works out at home. Just doing different exercises in the home. It may take him about a 1/2 hour. The other night I asked him to scratch my back. I was DYING with an itch I couldn't reach. I got so frustrated because he wouldn't go straight to my back, instead he went and washed his hands first. Then I thought, well that was thoughtful.
Each night, he has to help me out of the shower (See the other post about this) and each time he does, he washes his hands before helps me out. At first I thought well maybe he was just super clean because I just came out of the shower, so he didn't want to dirty what I just washed.
This morning he got out of bed before me. He bathed and came out of the shower, got on his knees and prayed. He didn't touch the floor. His knees did. He then went out to the kitchen to answer the maids question, and came back into the bedroom. I invited him to join me in bed cause I needed a hug. Guess what he did next. "Hold on mi reina." Then ran and washed his hands. I still had no idea why he did it but I didn't give it a second thought.
Today we were visiting his sisters house. I was sitting on a chair and my leg fell asleep. His sister said put it up on my brothers lap. I did, but he said, wait one minute, I have an idea. Off he went to wash his hands!!!! To touch my feet?!?! REALLY?? I had just walked through a muddly area and my feet were filthy.. So I put my feet up on his lap and his sister walks over and says.. Do it this way Francisco and she started to rub my legs. He said Morena.. Don't! She said what? Are you jealous? He said no! Go wash your hands!! She laughed and said.. wow you really do think I'm dirty!! He said No! Look at how delicate her skin is!!!
He really thinks I'm very delicate and that he is going to dirty my skin or harm me by bringing toxins to my skin. This man kills me!! hahah I love him!!
My hubby is this way with me! I just realized it the other day that my husband treats me like I am a white pair of clothes or something. What you say? This is how crazy he is.
Every night he does like 100 pushups and works out at home. Just doing different exercises in the home. It may take him about a 1/2 hour. The other night I asked him to scratch my back. I was DYING with an itch I couldn't reach. I got so frustrated because he wouldn't go straight to my back, instead he went and washed his hands first. Then I thought, well that was thoughtful.
Each night, he has to help me out of the shower (See the other post about this) and each time he does, he washes his hands before helps me out. At first I thought well maybe he was just super clean because I just came out of the shower, so he didn't want to dirty what I just washed.
This morning he got out of bed before me. He bathed and came out of the shower, got on his knees and prayed. He didn't touch the floor. His knees did. He then went out to the kitchen to answer the maids question, and came back into the bedroom. I invited him to join me in bed cause I needed a hug. Guess what he did next. "Hold on mi reina." Then ran and washed his hands. I still had no idea why he did it but I didn't give it a second thought.
Today we were visiting his sisters house. I was sitting on a chair and my leg fell asleep. His sister said put it up on my brothers lap. I did, but he said, wait one minute, I have an idea. Off he went to wash his hands!!!! To touch my feet?!?! REALLY?? I had just walked through a muddly area and my feet were filthy.. So I put my feet up on his lap and his sister walks over and says.. Do it this way Francisco and she started to rub my legs. He said Morena.. Don't! She said what? Are you jealous? He said no! Go wash your hands!! She laughed and said.. wow you really do think I'm dirty!! He said No! Look at how delicate her skin is!!!
He really thinks I'm very delicate and that he is going to dirty my skin or harm me by bringing toxins to my skin. This man kills me!! hahah I love him!!
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Biological is Nothing
Something right now that is very clear to me is the parents that aren't biological but take on someone elses responsibility totally are out of this world awesome!!
My husband is first to be mentioned because this is his blog. Well it's mine, but its about him. He loves my girls as if they were his own, and he protects and cares for them like nobody else. He's very cautious with them. Also the way he treats my kids means the most to my kids, and they would tell you that!!
When I was born, my sister's father was asked by my mother to be my "father". My biological father couldn't be a father. Didn't want to be a father, etc. My mom put away her pride and asked him if he'd step up to the plate, and he totally did. He played along. Not only did he "play" along, but his siblings, and parents did too!!! I got an amazing aunt out of the deal, grand parents, and uncles!
My "father" lived in Florida and I grew up in New York. Whenever he came to visit my sisters, he would come and visit me. Whenever he bought clothes for my sisters for school, or take them places he brought me.
I am so fortunate that I've enjoyed writing my entire life. When I found out he was not my biological dad and really he was just pretending to be for my benefit I sat down and poured my heart out into a letter. I remember bringing that letter to the mailbox, and I remember as I waited each day. He did call me to tell me he got the "beautiful" letter and he loved me like I was his own. I believed he did. He was remarried when he found out my mom had me. I was about 4 years of age. His wife wasn't great at the game of pretend. I don't blame her, as I'm sure it would be hard for most women to agree to allowing their husband to fake being a child that wasn't theirs.
Over a year ago, my father passed away. I am still very sad over his death. I feel he died a lonely death, and wish I could make sure he knew that I loved him. I know he knows I was thankful, but I wish I could have that one more chance to tell him I loved him. I'm sure my sisters wish they had the chance too. His death was unexpected and nobody had known he was sick.
My husband's uncle also fathers a child that isn't his. It's a beautiful relationship they have! It's amazing how step parents and even people who aren't even step parents can take on such a responsibility of loving someone elses child but biological parents sometimes aren't as good at it. Especially biodads who are no longer with the mother. It's a shame!
Either way.. Rest in Peace, Dad! <3 Love you! I am PROUD to be a Moschiano :)
My husband is first to be mentioned because this is his blog. Well it's mine, but its about him. He loves my girls as if they were his own, and he protects and cares for them like nobody else. He's very cautious with them. Also the way he treats my kids means the most to my kids, and they would tell you that!!
When I was born, my sister's father was asked by my mother to be my "father". My biological father couldn't be a father. Didn't want to be a father, etc. My mom put away her pride and asked him if he'd step up to the plate, and he totally did. He played along. Not only did he "play" along, but his siblings, and parents did too!!! I got an amazing aunt out of the deal, grand parents, and uncles!
My "father" lived in Florida and I grew up in New York. Whenever he came to visit my sisters, he would come and visit me. Whenever he bought clothes for my sisters for school, or take them places he brought me.
I am so fortunate that I've enjoyed writing my entire life. When I found out he was not my biological dad and really he was just pretending to be for my benefit I sat down and poured my heart out into a letter. I remember bringing that letter to the mailbox, and I remember as I waited each day. He did call me to tell me he got the "beautiful" letter and he loved me like I was his own. I believed he did. He was remarried when he found out my mom had me. I was about 4 years of age. His wife wasn't great at the game of pretend. I don't blame her, as I'm sure it would be hard for most women to agree to allowing their husband to fake being a child that wasn't theirs.
Over a year ago, my father passed away. I am still very sad over his death. I feel he died a lonely death, and wish I could make sure he knew that I loved him. I know he knows I was thankful, but I wish I could have that one more chance to tell him I loved him. I'm sure my sisters wish they had the chance too. His death was unexpected and nobody had known he was sick.
My husband's uncle also fathers a child that isn't his. It's a beautiful relationship they have! It's amazing how step parents and even people who aren't even step parents can take on such a responsibility of loving someone elses child but biological parents sometimes aren't as good at it. Especially biodads who are no longer with the mother. It's a shame!
Either way.. Rest in Peace, Dad! <3 Love you! I am PROUD to be a Moschiano :)
Friday, May 31, 2013
The Good and the Bad
I have to keep this blog real. I have been sharing all the good and fun times we have, so I guess I should share today. Let's put something out on the table right away. I am SURE I am PMSing. My poor hubby and kids have to deal with me today.
I woke up feeling I just wanted to crawl out of my skin. I didn't want to do much of anything, but maybe sleep but even that made me uncomfortable knowing that my kids would be done with their copy work (For homeschooling) and it would be spotlight time on mom. Time to homeschool. This was the start of my grumpiness.
Last night I told my husband my order for today. He asked, "Mi Reina." is there anything special that you would like to eat tomorrow? Yes! I said.. Cabbage! Cabbage and eggs, we haven't had that in quite a few days. (Yes, I said days.. My sister in-law taught me and my maid how to make Cabbage and eggs about 6 weeks ago and we have been having it every few days cause we all love it.. Ok, Cause I'm addicted.. ) I also told him I'd like to get some chicken too. He said Ok, I will purchase chicken in the morning, and cabbage is there anything else I can buy? No, we hugged, kissed, and giggled together like we always do.
My husband is a morning person, and I am not. He likes to go to sleep earlier than me, and loves to get up early. In the morning he fills our water tank with water, and goes to the deli which is right in our complex not far at all. He gets the girls their orange juice,and whatever they want to eat for breakfast. It's like his daily routine. He loves to do it. Then he comes home and spends hours praying. I kid you not, my husband is a prayer warrior!
Long story short I got grumpy when we went to our local store today. I had to buy printer paper, and milk. He backs into the parking spot, and it takes him FOREVER to turn off the car. I get cranky because I have to WAIT for him to close his door before I can lock the car doors. They only lock from my side. So the kids get out, and he is still waiting in his seat looking at me. I'm like.. GO!!! That was his first realization that I was PMSing. He got out of the car, grabbed the two younger girls hands, and walked inside behind me and Lidia.
Then I got home, and we went to eat our "lunch" when I realized there was no Cabbage. Oh my goodness you would think the world was coming to an end. Oh my goodness!! "Why didn't she make my cabbage." now he does a classic. I know he's shuddering in his pants. "What? There's no cabbage? He looks in the fridge and makes a nice show of hrmmm.. Why didn't she make Cabbage?" And says.. "I'm not sure why she didn't make it! I will buy it tomorrow!"
"WHAT?! You didn't buy Cabbage?!" and I stare at him.
"No, I forgot." he said..
That's when I wanted to tear his head off.. I wanted my cabbage!! What I WANTED to do, and what I did were two different things!! I didn't tear his head off. I realized I was being very nasty at this moment, and said to myself "Lord, give me strength, this is a GOOD man the last thing I want to do is make him feel bad."
We all know that with our words we can tear people apart. I knew when I woke up that I was feeling restless and wanted to crawl out of my skin. I realized when I grabbed a candy bar at the store that it was definitely PMS time. And the last thing I want to do is hurt my husband. Let's face it, God has blessed me with a wonderful man. I would love for God to make me a blessing for this man!
I grabbed a hold of my husband, and hugged him, and kissed him. My daughter was like.. But mom, you don't have your cabbage? You don't care?! I said "No, I have a man who made a mistake and his love is MUCH more important than any cabbage."
We hugged and kissed. He has a thing he always does in front of the kids as a joke. He grabs the closest object and covers our face as he kisses me. My kids will always say.. "I saw!" even though they didn't.. It's ok if they see. I want them to see that it's good to be loved.
I love this man! Even when I am mean, angry, and PMSing he loves me!! <3 <3 <3
I woke up feeling I just wanted to crawl out of my skin. I didn't want to do much of anything, but maybe sleep but even that made me uncomfortable knowing that my kids would be done with their copy work (For homeschooling) and it would be spotlight time on mom. Time to homeschool. This was the start of my grumpiness.
Last night I told my husband my order for today. He asked, "Mi Reina." is there anything special that you would like to eat tomorrow? Yes! I said.. Cabbage! Cabbage and eggs, we haven't had that in quite a few days. (Yes, I said days.. My sister in-law taught me and my maid how to make Cabbage and eggs about 6 weeks ago and we have been having it every few days cause we all love it.. Ok, Cause I'm addicted.. ) I also told him I'd like to get some chicken too. He said Ok, I will purchase chicken in the morning, and cabbage is there anything else I can buy? No, we hugged, kissed, and giggled together like we always do.
My husband is a morning person, and I am not. He likes to go to sleep earlier than me, and loves to get up early. In the morning he fills our water tank with water, and goes to the deli which is right in our complex not far at all. He gets the girls their orange juice,and whatever they want to eat for breakfast. It's like his daily routine. He loves to do it. Then he comes home and spends hours praying. I kid you not, my husband is a prayer warrior!
Long story short I got grumpy when we went to our local store today. I had to buy printer paper, and milk. He backs into the parking spot, and it takes him FOREVER to turn off the car. I get cranky because I have to WAIT for him to close his door before I can lock the car doors. They only lock from my side. So the kids get out, and he is still waiting in his seat looking at me. I'm like.. GO!!! That was his first realization that I was PMSing. He got out of the car, grabbed the two younger girls hands, and walked inside behind me and Lidia.
Then I got home, and we went to eat our "lunch" when I realized there was no Cabbage. Oh my goodness you would think the world was coming to an end. Oh my goodness!! "Why didn't she make my cabbage." now he does a classic. I know he's shuddering in his pants. "What? There's no cabbage? He looks in the fridge and makes a nice show of hrmmm.. Why didn't she make Cabbage?" And says.. "I'm not sure why she didn't make it! I will buy it tomorrow!"
"WHAT?! You didn't buy Cabbage?!" and I stare at him.
"No, I forgot." he said..
That's when I wanted to tear his head off.. I wanted my cabbage!! What I WANTED to do, and what I did were two different things!! I didn't tear his head off. I realized I was being very nasty at this moment, and said to myself "Lord, give me strength, this is a GOOD man the last thing I want to do is make him feel bad."
We all know that with our words we can tear people apart. I knew when I woke up that I was feeling restless and wanted to crawl out of my skin. I realized when I grabbed a candy bar at the store that it was definitely PMS time. And the last thing I want to do is hurt my husband. Let's face it, God has blessed me with a wonderful man. I would love for God to make me a blessing for this man!
I grabbed a hold of my husband, and hugged him, and kissed him. My daughter was like.. But mom, you don't have your cabbage? You don't care?! I said "No, I have a man who made a mistake and his love is MUCH more important than any cabbage."
We hugged and kissed. He has a thing he always does in front of the kids as a joke. He grabs the closest object and covers our face as he kisses me. My kids will always say.. "I saw!" even though they didn't.. It's ok if they see. I want them to see that it's good to be loved.
I love this man! Even when I am mean, angry, and PMSing he loves me!! <3 <3 <3
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Gymnastic Practice
So my two younger girls are enrolled in gymnastics. They love it. They have way too much fun there, and they go 3x's a week. The days they don't go, they practice at home with hubby. Did you know that my hubby used to take gymnastics? Yep! Remember he can do just about anything!!
He always tells the kids that he can do anything. If they can do it.. Hey what do you think? Of course I can, he says!! hahaha..
So we get home and boom my kids want to take the extra mattress we have and practice gymnastics. We pull it out and Papito gets down on his knee and starts to spot them as they back bend over his knee and he helps them kick their legs over. He begins coaching them how to do it when they then say... If you know how to do it. Show us!! He says.. Hey come on now, of course, Papito knows how to do it. I am the Princess, remember? (The kids started calling him the Princess since they met him. They are the Queens and he is the Princess..." We all laugh over it..
So Papito steps up onto the mattress puts his arms up over his hands... And realizes, wait I am way too old to do this.. So I go, here I will spot you.. I go to grab his waist but he is so ticklish, he falls backwards. He jumps up and says.. I know what we can do.. Goes into the kitchen comes out with the mop, and my maid. "Here you hold this side he says to her, and you hold this side he says to me. He then tries to backbend over the mop. We die with laughter that we end up dropping him onto the mattress. We are now all rolling in laughter. He says.. Don't laugh, I've got this! I used to practice gymnastics! I can do this! He goes into the bathroom, and this is what he comes out with!!
So he goes into the bedroom, grabs a pillow and a belt and straps the pillow onto his back. He said the stick was hurting his back but now he was ready. HAHAHA I couldn't even keep the camera from shaking, I was laughing so hard, I don't know how any of us could keep a straight face. I am sure I burned 1,000 calories that day from laughing so hard!!!
Here is the princess giving orders, who needs to stand where, and how they are going to hold the stick..
And here they go.. going to hold the mop so that he doesn't fall. lol.. He's telling them, to slowly lower it, and if his hands aren't reaching the mat to let it go!!! hahaha.. Long story short, he never was able to do a backbend, and of COURSE it was not because he "can't" do them, it was that the "help" lacked and it was all our fault cause we didn't know how to hold the mop!!
THIS IS WHY I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!! hehehehehe <3 So In-Love
He always tells the kids that he can do anything. If they can do it.. Hey what do you think? Of course I can, he says!! hahaha..
So we get home and boom my kids want to take the extra mattress we have and practice gymnastics. We pull it out and Papito gets down on his knee and starts to spot them as they back bend over his knee and he helps them kick their legs over. He begins coaching them how to do it when they then say... If you know how to do it. Show us!! He says.. Hey come on now, of course, Papito knows how to do it. I am the Princess, remember? (The kids started calling him the Princess since they met him. They are the Queens and he is the Princess..." We all laugh over it..
So Papito steps up onto the mattress puts his arms up over his hands... And realizes, wait I am way too old to do this.. So I go, here I will spot you.. I go to grab his waist but he is so ticklish, he falls backwards. He jumps up and says.. I know what we can do.. Goes into the kitchen comes out with the mop, and my maid. "Here you hold this side he says to her, and you hold this side he says to me. He then tries to backbend over the mop. We die with laughter that we end up dropping him onto the mattress. We are now all rolling in laughter. He says.. Don't laugh, I've got this! I used to practice gymnastics! I can do this! He goes into the bathroom, and this is what he comes out with!!
Here is the princess giving orders, who needs to stand where, and how they are going to hold the stick..
THIS IS WHY I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!! hehehehehe <3 So In-Love
Sunday, May 26, 2013
So sick of it!!!
I am so sick of it... I am so in-love with this man that I make myself sick. lol
Today is mother's day here in the Dominican Republic. The one thing I noticed about my husband is that he is definitely a husband in training. He has never had a family. H has never even had a girlfriend for any long time so this is all new to him, but wow. He's truly learning. The cool thing is he is molding to me. However I dreamed of things, all I have to do is tell him.
When we first got married I was like. Oh no, I'm going to be one of those women who complain that their husbands leave the toilet seat up. I was so bothered by it. I decided to tell him. Look we are a house full of women, and I even have trained my son to NOT leave the toilet seat up. At first he smiled and said.. "Well I have always kept it up." with that I thought I was in trouble. He then said he would try to remember to always put the seat down. This is the dream I am living, I have NEVER found it up again!!
One thing that my husband is learning about is special dates. I thought he had it down pat as we had married on a Thursday and since we married he's been counting the weeks of how long we've been married. Put it this way, we just celebrated our 14th Thursday!! :) I usually get a Happy Anniversary My sweetie, and a kiss. I always giggle like a school girl cause he's so funny.
My husband HATES birthdays so funny that he actually remembers our anniversary the way he does.
I realized that today he didn't realize that its a day to celebrate me being a mother. He thought about his mother, but it was almost just a habit. You would laugh if you ever heard him talking to his mother. "Hello, my beautiful mother! How is it going for you on this beautiful day? Mom, thank you for everything you've ever did for me. The hard work you put forth for me, mom I need to tell you how much you mean to me every day, but because I don't get to talk to you each day I'd like to tell you today on this special day that you are the world to me, and I love you. Thank your for making me all that I am today. If it wasn't for you, my mother, I would have not found this perfect wife.
He made me laugh and blush that I had to walk away. He loves telling everyone how beautiful, intelligent, and what a good person I am. He makes me laugh. He's so good to me.
I figure if I can think of something REALLY special for fathers day, I can do for him, I am sure that my next mother's day will be special. :)
I got beautiful cards from my kids, hugs, kisses, and loving from them. We sat around and talked about funny things that happened in our past, and just enjoyed eachother until I had to start my college homework. My kids are awesome!
We skipped our bible verse tonight cause I'm behind in my college work, but we will make up for it tomorrow. My kids are doing great with the bible.
Today is mother's day here in the Dominican Republic. The one thing I noticed about my husband is that he is definitely a husband in training. He has never had a family. H has never even had a girlfriend for any long time so this is all new to him, but wow. He's truly learning. The cool thing is he is molding to me. However I dreamed of things, all I have to do is tell him.
When we first got married I was like. Oh no, I'm going to be one of those women who complain that their husbands leave the toilet seat up. I was so bothered by it. I decided to tell him. Look we are a house full of women, and I even have trained my son to NOT leave the toilet seat up. At first he smiled and said.. "Well I have always kept it up." with that I thought I was in trouble. He then said he would try to remember to always put the seat down. This is the dream I am living, I have NEVER found it up again!!
One thing that my husband is learning about is special dates. I thought he had it down pat as we had married on a Thursday and since we married he's been counting the weeks of how long we've been married. Put it this way, we just celebrated our 14th Thursday!! :) I usually get a Happy Anniversary My sweetie, and a kiss. I always giggle like a school girl cause he's so funny.
My husband HATES birthdays so funny that he actually remembers our anniversary the way he does.
I realized that today he didn't realize that its a day to celebrate me being a mother. He thought about his mother, but it was almost just a habit. You would laugh if you ever heard him talking to his mother. "Hello, my beautiful mother! How is it going for you on this beautiful day? Mom, thank you for everything you've ever did for me. The hard work you put forth for me, mom I need to tell you how much you mean to me every day, but because I don't get to talk to you each day I'd like to tell you today on this special day that you are the world to me, and I love you. Thank your for making me all that I am today. If it wasn't for you, my mother, I would have not found this perfect wife.
He made me laugh and blush that I had to walk away. He loves telling everyone how beautiful, intelligent, and what a good person I am. He makes me laugh. He's so good to me.
I figure if I can think of something REALLY special for fathers day, I can do for him, I am sure that my next mother's day will be special. :)
I got beautiful cards from my kids, hugs, kisses, and loving from them. We sat around and talked about funny things that happened in our past, and just enjoyed eachother until I had to start my college homework. My kids are awesome!
We skipped our bible verse tonight cause I'm behind in my college work, but we will make up for it tomorrow. My kids are doing great with the bible.
The Dominican Culture
What is the Dominican culture? When I look around here, I see most women working and then men are sitting at home playing dominoes. Trust me I am sure they don't feel so manly without jobs, but it is more common to see men at home and women working. No matter what the women take care of the house.
Women are to take care of their men. But men are to enjoy life. They can do whatever they want in their life and women have to accept it. What does this mean? It means if my man went out drinking (NEVER) and left me home, it is very wrong for me to EVER go checking up on him! A woman does not check up on the man ever.
Well lets just say this is a very chauvinistic culture! For those of you who remember how I met my husband, my best friend Reymon recommended my husband to me. When I asked him if he knew any good guys, he said he only knew ONE. Yeah, well i got that one :) Reymon was very smart, and exactly right. Francisco IS just like Reymon in many ways. Loving their women they are the same.
Here is a picture of my husband and Reymon teaching and learning one anothers different techniques of massaging our feet!! I am not the only pampered person out there, I realize that once I saw Reymon doing the same for his woman! He loves her and its apparent!! Just as Cacique loves me too ;)
Here's the picture.. What do you think about this? :)
Women are to take care of their men. But men are to enjoy life. They can do whatever they want in their life and women have to accept it. What does this mean? It means if my man went out drinking (NEVER) and left me home, it is very wrong for me to EVER go checking up on him! A woman does not check up on the man ever.
Well lets just say this is a very chauvinistic culture! For those of you who remember how I met my husband, my best friend Reymon recommended my husband to me. When I asked him if he knew any good guys, he said he only knew ONE. Yeah, well i got that one :) Reymon was very smart, and exactly right. Francisco IS just like Reymon in many ways. Loving their women they are the same.
Here is a picture of my husband and Reymon teaching and learning one anothers different techniques of massaging our feet!! I am not the only pampered person out there, I realize that once I saw Reymon doing the same for his woman! He loves her and its apparent!! Just as Cacique loves me too ;)
Here's the picture.. What do you think about this? :)
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Blonde Moments
My youngest daughter is a lot like her mom. She's got blonde hair, and let's just admit it, we act Blonde sometimes.. One night coming out of our local department/Supermarket (Think Walmart) my daughter announces that she knows where the car is. The problem was she was going in the wrong direction. My husband grabbed a hold of her hand and they walked around the entire parking lot, passing our car, and kept walking. He asked her at each car.. Is this one it? Wait it must be this one.. Well she finally found it about 10 minutes later. We laughed as she did this and my husband was so patient with her.
The other night we parked near one door that we don't normally park at but when we came out we came out a different door. That night she knew what we were doing and she brought us right to the right car. YOU GO GIRL.. *smile* Tonight as we were walking into the store he kept telling her.. tonight he's going to confuse her. He kept making her close her eyes and spin around, sending her in different directions.. While shopping my husband disappeared. I had an idea what he was doing but wasn't really sure he'd do that. Sure enough he did. He went back outside and moved the car.
When we got outside he spun her around a few times sending her in the right direction but she turned around and went off into the wrong direction.. Reverse psychology works on blondes!! lol We walked around, danced, laughed, and then we went to find our car, he took her hand and they went car to car again, and After about 15 minutes I had enough. I just wanted to go home and unpack the groceries. My husband led er to the car, and she died laughing. She never did question how the car moved.. I know she didn't see when he magically disappeared. I'll have to ask her if she knows what happened.
On the drive home my blonde moment daughter announced that she knew how to get home. My husband challenged her and she seemed to be going correctly. He then brought her attention to something in the bag as he turned down a road we never went down. She was lost. We laughed for about 15 minutes as she couldn't find her way out. She laughed harder than we did.
Memories are so much fun when you have kids. I no longer have to make these memories with the kids alone. I have someone to make them with, laugh, and remember for a long time. I was a single mom for too long. This is great having a partner.
The other night we parked near one door that we don't normally park at but when we came out we came out a different door. That night she knew what we were doing and she brought us right to the right car. YOU GO GIRL.. *smile* Tonight as we were walking into the store he kept telling her.. tonight he's going to confuse her. He kept making her close her eyes and spin around, sending her in different directions.. While shopping my husband disappeared. I had an idea what he was doing but wasn't really sure he'd do that. Sure enough he did. He went back outside and moved the car.
When we got outside he spun her around a few times sending her in the right direction but she turned around and went off into the wrong direction.. Reverse psychology works on blondes!! lol We walked around, danced, laughed, and then we went to find our car, he took her hand and they went car to car again, and After about 15 minutes I had enough. I just wanted to go home and unpack the groceries. My husband led er to the car, and she died laughing. She never did question how the car moved.. I know she didn't see when he magically disappeared. I'll have to ask her if she knows what happened.
On the drive home my blonde moment daughter announced that she knew how to get home. My husband challenged her and she seemed to be going correctly. He then brought her attention to something in the bag as he turned down a road we never went down. She was lost. We laughed for about 15 minutes as she couldn't find her way out. She laughed harder than we did.
Memories are so much fun when you have kids. I no longer have to make these memories with the kids alone. I have someone to make them with, laugh, and remember for a long time. I was a single mom for too long. This is great having a partner.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Mom, Help Me! I like her...
My husband and I had decided to get married. I was living 3 hours away from him, and he was 5 hours away from his mother. He hadn't seen his mother in 7 years, and I hadn't ever met his mother. If anyone knows my husband, he LOVES to surprise people! So here was his surprise. He brought me to meet his mom, well.... And to tell her we were getting married, but he didn't do it in a normal fashion. He didn't show up at her house, introduce us, and break the news to her, instead he did it this way!
He contacted his brother with a vehicle and asked him to pick us up at the bus stop. This was my first meeting of the family. We got into the back of the truck and he introduced me to his brother. His brother said, we saw the pictures of her on the facebook. The pictures were just me sitting in his car. There was no sign of "love" on them so he didn't know that I was his fiance either. Ok.. So he tells his brother not to tell his mother.
We drive 1 hour to the countryside in which his mother lives. He then tells me how this is going to be a huge surprise to his mother for two reasons.. 1. He hasn't seen her in 7 years, and 2. 7 years ago he had a full head of hair and now he chooses to shave it, and 3. He's bringing an American to her house, and 4. He's going to be marrying her soon!
So we arrive to the house and his brother and him get out of the pickup truck and leave me in the back seat. The window are tinted. I watch as my husband knocks on the door, and a woman opens up the door with the same height and size of my husband. They fling into one another arms and she's screaming.. YAY my son!! Wow God, thank you for this blessing! Thank you Lord, wow, my son, my son.. God Bless you my son!! Wow! Albertico! Albertico! and tears are flying.. Then he tells her, no mother no crying, I have a friend in the car that I want you to meet. It's a girl I have liked for 2 years, but I don't think she likes me. The reason is... and he pulls off his baseball cap and shows her his bald head.. NO!!!!!! She says and says it's ugly!! Put your hat back on! Oh Albertico that is so ugly why did you do that?! Keep your hat on. Is the girl in the car?! He says, "Yes!" Help me convince her to be my girlfriend. She says.. Oh I have been praying for years my son! Everyday I pray God will bring you the right girl..
She comes to the Pickup truck and opens the door. It looks as though the door swung open and hit her and she was in pain! She slams the door closed and yesll.. No! Albertico! That is an American! What if she doesn't like Dominicans?! Oh no Albertico! Why did you shave your head?! Its so ugly! Oh no! He is like Mom, you just closed the door on her!! He opens it up and she says.. omg.. God Bless You! Do you speak Spanish?! and I answer back and say yes. She invites me to come out of the pickup truck, and Cacique helps me out. She hugs me, and introduces herself to as his mother, etc. We go into her house and he says.. Mom, I'm going to wash my face, convince her!
I take the seat next to his brother, who is smiling but playing with his phone.
She comes over to me and tells me. "Are you a Christian?!" and I respond "Yes!"
She says. "I have prayed for my son for many, many years that he find a good Christian woman."
I smile as she starts her convincing statement. lol.
"Each day when I wake up, I pray, Lord, Please help my faithful son to find the woman of his dreams. and each night before bed, I thank him for working on the woman of my son's dreams." she says. as I sit and smile at her. "My son is a very serious man, I am not just telling you this because he is my son, I am telling you this because he is a very good man."
I say.. "Yes, he is a very awesome person, we have been good friends for two years, and he has always done so much for me as his friend."
She says.. "Yes!! He is good.. He wants you to be his girlfriend. What do you say?"
Now going along with the joke I say "Me? His Girlfriend?!" (Now remember we are already engaged to be married."
She says "Yes! He's be a good boyfriend. He doesn't go out and drink. He doesn't cheat. He hasn't had many girlfriends. He's a very good guy, what do you say?"
I said. "Ok."
She jumps up and says "Oh My Lord, THank you! Thank you God! I am so happy!! Wow! Albertico she said yes!! She will be your girlfriend!!!!"
He's still in the bathroom and says!! Good Job mom!! Now convince her to marry me!! She says.. "No Albertico start out as her boyfriend, and then one day you can ask her to marry you!!"
He says "Mom, you did such a good job! You did such an awesome job and she may not be here in this country much longer, convince her now to marry me!!"
She walks back out a little sheepishly and says. "My son would make a really good husband. I don't know if you have any children, but he'd make an awesome father one day. He's not getting any younger, and he wants to know if you want to marry him. Will you marry him?"
I said.. "Me? Marry him?!"
She says.. "Yes!" and the silence could be cut with a knife, and she says "What do you say?"
I said.. "Let's get married!!!"
She jumps up again and screams! "I'm so happy!! HAPPY! HAPPY!!! Albertico! She said yes!! She said she will marry you!! She said yes!!! Albertico!! "
She was so excited. Cacique comes out of the bathroom sits down in a chair next to me, and she says.. Wow!! When are you getting married? He says.. Maybe March 1st.. And she says.. YEAH!!!!! and he says.. OF NEXT YEAR! She says.. Oh, Ok.. ok.. :) I said.. "no, no.. we are looking at March of this year.
Long story short.. we couldn't wait 2 weeks to get married, and we married on Valentines Day. We had planned March 1st, but Valentines Day just seemed like such an awesome date to be wed. So that is when we did it.. :)
He contacted his brother with a vehicle and asked him to pick us up at the bus stop. This was my first meeting of the family. We got into the back of the truck and he introduced me to his brother. His brother said, we saw the pictures of her on the facebook. The pictures were just me sitting in his car. There was no sign of "love" on them so he didn't know that I was his fiance either. Ok.. So he tells his brother not to tell his mother.
We drive 1 hour to the countryside in which his mother lives. He then tells me how this is going to be a huge surprise to his mother for two reasons.. 1. He hasn't seen her in 7 years, and 2. 7 years ago he had a full head of hair and now he chooses to shave it, and 3. He's bringing an American to her house, and 4. He's going to be marrying her soon!
So we arrive to the house and his brother and him get out of the pickup truck and leave me in the back seat. The window are tinted. I watch as my husband knocks on the door, and a woman opens up the door with the same height and size of my husband. They fling into one another arms and she's screaming.. YAY my son!! Wow God, thank you for this blessing! Thank you Lord, wow, my son, my son.. God Bless you my son!! Wow! Albertico! Albertico! and tears are flying.. Then he tells her, no mother no crying, I have a friend in the car that I want you to meet. It's a girl I have liked for 2 years, but I don't think she likes me. The reason is... and he pulls off his baseball cap and shows her his bald head.. NO!!!!!! She says and says it's ugly!! Put your hat back on! Oh Albertico that is so ugly why did you do that?! Keep your hat on. Is the girl in the car?! He says, "Yes!" Help me convince her to be my girlfriend. She says.. Oh I have been praying for years my son! Everyday I pray God will bring you the right girl..
She comes to the Pickup truck and opens the door. It looks as though the door swung open and hit her and she was in pain! She slams the door closed and yesll.. No! Albertico! That is an American! What if she doesn't like Dominicans?! Oh no Albertico! Why did you shave your head?! Its so ugly! Oh no! He is like Mom, you just closed the door on her!! He opens it up and she says.. omg.. God Bless You! Do you speak Spanish?! and I answer back and say yes. She invites me to come out of the pickup truck, and Cacique helps me out. She hugs me, and introduces herself to as his mother, etc. We go into her house and he says.. Mom, I'm going to wash my face, convince her!
I take the seat next to his brother, who is smiling but playing with his phone.
She comes over to me and tells me. "Are you a Christian?!" and I respond "Yes!"
She says. "I have prayed for my son for many, many years that he find a good Christian woman."
I smile as she starts her convincing statement. lol.
"Each day when I wake up, I pray, Lord, Please help my faithful son to find the woman of his dreams. and each night before bed, I thank him for working on the woman of my son's dreams." she says. as I sit and smile at her. "My son is a very serious man, I am not just telling you this because he is my son, I am telling you this because he is a very good man."
I say.. "Yes, he is a very awesome person, we have been good friends for two years, and he has always done so much for me as his friend."
She says.. "Yes!! He is good.. He wants you to be his girlfriend. What do you say?"
Now going along with the joke I say "Me? His Girlfriend?!" (Now remember we are already engaged to be married."
She says "Yes! He's be a good boyfriend. He doesn't go out and drink. He doesn't cheat. He hasn't had many girlfriends. He's a very good guy, what do you say?"
I said. "Ok."
She jumps up and says "Oh My Lord, THank you! Thank you God! I am so happy!! Wow! Albertico she said yes!! She will be your girlfriend!!!!"
He's still in the bathroom and says!! Good Job mom!! Now convince her to marry me!! She says.. "No Albertico start out as her boyfriend, and then one day you can ask her to marry you!!"
He says "Mom, you did such a good job! You did such an awesome job and she may not be here in this country much longer, convince her now to marry me!!"
She walks back out a little sheepishly and says. "My son would make a really good husband. I don't know if you have any children, but he'd make an awesome father one day. He's not getting any younger, and he wants to know if you want to marry him. Will you marry him?"
I said.. "Me? Marry him?!"
She says.. "Yes!" and the silence could be cut with a knife, and she says "What do you say?"
I said.. "Let's get married!!!"
She jumps up again and screams! "I'm so happy!! HAPPY! HAPPY!!! Albertico! She said yes!! She said she will marry you!! She said yes!!! Albertico!! "
She was so excited. Cacique comes out of the bathroom sits down in a chair next to me, and she says.. Wow!! When are you getting married? He says.. Maybe March 1st.. And she says.. YEAH!!!!! and he says.. OF NEXT YEAR! She says.. Oh, Ok.. ok.. :) I said.. "no, no.. we are looking at March of this year.
Long story short.. we couldn't wait 2 weeks to get married, and we married on Valentines Day. We had planned March 1st, but Valentines Day just seemed like such an awesome date to be wed. So that is when we did it.. :)
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Super Hubby
My husband can do ANYTHING and everything the girls can do. He loves to joke around with them and say.. What? You don't think Papito can't do that? Of course I can.
My middle child loves to do crazy things. Before I married my husband we had an apartment me and the girls in which the two younger girls loved to climb the walls as if they were spiders. When hubby came to visit he saw what they were doing. He decided he as going to do that too!
He said.. What? Do you think you are the only one who can do that kind of stuff? No way! He proceeds to take off his shoes, and first attempt the way the girls are doing it and embarrassed he falls. Then says.. Wait.. i'll get up there, and starts to scoot up a different way in which he would push off the wall in front of him. He then showed Lidia how to do it that way that way she could join my spiders on the walls.
Well then one night I was working. Liliana came out with makeup she had bought. An eyeliner and eyeshadow and she had put it all over her face. Then the 4 kids were scurrying around doing things. Four kids meaning Cacique, and my 3 girls. lol. Well the next time I saw this.. This is what I saw:
So are you ready what they were doing?
They were having way too much fun, and I hate to tell you that it was my husband who was the ring leader here. Liliana started it, but my husband had just as much fun as the girls did!! hahaha..
Too cute.. I love him! :)
My middle child loves to do crazy things. Before I married my husband we had an apartment me and the girls in which the two younger girls loved to climb the walls as if they were spiders. When hubby came to visit he saw what they were doing. He decided he as going to do that too!
He said.. What? Do you think you are the only one who can do that kind of stuff? No way! He proceeds to take off his shoes, and first attempt the way the girls are doing it and embarrassed he falls. Then says.. Wait.. i'll get up there, and starts to scoot up a different way in which he would push off the wall in front of him. He then showed Lidia how to do it that way that way she could join my spiders on the walls.
Well then one night I was working. Liliana came out with makeup she had bought. An eyeliner and eyeshadow and she had put it all over her face. Then the 4 kids were scurrying around doing things. Four kids meaning Cacique, and my 3 girls. lol. Well the next time I saw this.. This is what I saw:
So are you ready what they were doing?
Too cute.. I love him! :)
How Did We Meet?
January of 2011 I was chatting with my best Dominican guyfriend named Reymon. We were talking about my planned trip to the Dominican Republic. I was packing up my 3 beautiful girls to head to the Dominican Republic. My kids are half Dominican so I wanted them to get the opportunity to know their grandparents and learn the language their other side of the family speaks. What better way? Spending 5 months in the Dominican Republic, right?
I had been married to a Dominican man for 14 years and had 4 children with him. I didn't want a Dominican man, but I saw how awesome Reymon was with his girlfriend. He would NEVER cheat on his girlfriend as he loves her way too much. He won't look at another woman let alone cheat with one. So while we were talking I said. Well maybe if I found a good guy like you but older I would consider a relationship.
My friend said. Oh Jennifer, there aren't many good Dominicans. There are a few but I'm not sure. I said well don't you know any single men that are as good as you? He said.. I have one friend who is a very strong Christian man. I'm not sure, I don't think he likes women because there are women that have liked him, and he says he is not interested.
"Are these women that liked him Christian women?" I asked.
"Yes, Jennifer! Good looking, Christian women, I think it is just him. He said he is waiting for one from God. I don't know if he will ever get married. I think he is your age." said Reymon.
"Oh well, maybe he's Gay.. You don't know any other?" I asked.
"No! Not anyone that I would say for sure that they would be good for you, I don't want you to get hurt and it be my fault." Reymon said.
Ok.. Oh well..
Fast forward....
Me and the girls are living with their grandfather, and enjoying the country that I fell in-love with when I was 15 years old. I decided to bring the girls to the beach and invited Reymon. Reymon asked if he could invite his friend. I said sure, the more the merrier.
Long story short this man became such an awesome friend. But just that... a friend.
He had a truck so one day I asked him. Cacique, I need to buy a washer machine, when I'm ready can we use your truck to bring it home? Sure I can bring you now! No, No, I'm not ready, next week I will have some money.
About one half hour lady, Cacique arrived at our house with his washer machine. Jennifer, please use my washer machine, you have the kids and I don't. You can use this, and then when you get the money to buy your own, you can give this back. Its no problem! uhm.. Well.. this is not the ONLY sweet thing he did for me. I remember writing home and telling my mom and bestfriend from home about the man at the pharmacy. Cacique worked at the Pharmacy when we first met.
I work through the Internet, so Cacique went about 4 days from not seeing me online. One day he called me and asked me if I was in cachon. That is where I was living. Yes I was. About 20 minutes later Cacique showed up to Cachon with his computer and said for me to please use his computer. He said he noticed I hadn't connected in a few days so I could use his computer so that I can do my work.
Another thing was when I moved into my first home with the girls in the Dominican Republic we hit a bad Hurricane right away. I was scared out of my mind. The man I was seeing at the time (just getting to know him) rushed to his mother's side because he wanted to be with her. (Yes a 52 year old man who's brother also lived with his mom so his mom would NOT be alone."
Cacique called me to ask me how I was doing with the upcoming hurricane in which I told him my fear. He told me no worries. I said you haven't seen where I live. I'm in this huge house by myself and I'm scared. I tried to explain where I was living but he wasn't sure. He told me not to worry. I said but I am worried. No matter what I said he kept telling me to put it in God's hands. Sure.. Sure.. That's all I can do anyway.
About a half hour later Cacique arrived with my best guyfriend who had showed him how to get to my house. Cacique showed up with a flashlight, eggs, milk, and a bunch of other supplies. He secured the home, made sure everything was ok, and prayed with me. He told me not to be afraid. I told him I would love it if I had someone there with me, hinting.
My best guyfriend called me later and said.. Cacique REALLY wanted to stay with us, but he didn't want me to have a bad reputation. He didn't want the people around to talk about how I had a guy stay with me, even though nothing would happen between me and him it wouldn't look good. He said he didn't care what people thought of him but as a woman he needed to protect my image since I wasn't from here and didn't realize what kind of images Dominicans give one another. LOL..
Now with other things that happened with Cacique.. More things of what he did for me and the girls in our first few months of living on the island my mom was SHOCKED when I told her I was with a different man. What about the man from the pharmacy? She said.. I have to respect your decisions, but I don't understand, that man was so good to you. I said.. "Mom, he's too short, and his teeth are funny." I was afraid to also tell my mom that he was too white!
When Cacique and I started our relationship after I had broken up with the other man, He had shaved his head, and also fixed his teeth!! I always loved bald guys, but getting used to him with a bald head took awhile for me and the girls. Now I love it.. :)
In the time that I was with the other guy, I completely grew up and changed. I definitely wasn't ready to accept such a good man back then. I had come to the country and wanted to dance, I loved to dance. I wanted to be in the home of bachata and dancing. Dancing Bachata is against the bible in this country. Not because it literally says it in the bible but because it's cultural. The reason is Bachata can be a very sensual dance, or sexy. Therefore they don't allow it. My husband is an extremely diehard Christian and would NEVER have it. He would NOT compromise. The good Lord took care of my dancing when I got into a motorcycle accident and hurt my knee. I can't dance.. so that was just ONE way that the Lord worked on me.
I didn't want a "good" guy. I liked the "bad" guys. That is what I got. After be beaten up by him, I was ready for a good guy. These are just a few ways the Lord worked on me and got me ready for my now Husband.
I had been married to a Dominican man for 14 years and had 4 children with him. I didn't want a Dominican man, but I saw how awesome Reymon was with his girlfriend. He would NEVER cheat on his girlfriend as he loves her way too much. He won't look at another woman let alone cheat with one. So while we were talking I said. Well maybe if I found a good guy like you but older I would consider a relationship.
My friend said. Oh Jennifer, there aren't many good Dominicans. There are a few but I'm not sure. I said well don't you know any single men that are as good as you? He said.. I have one friend who is a very strong Christian man. I'm not sure, I don't think he likes women because there are women that have liked him, and he says he is not interested.
"Are these women that liked him Christian women?" I asked.
"Yes, Jennifer! Good looking, Christian women, I think it is just him. He said he is waiting for one from God. I don't know if he will ever get married. I think he is your age." said Reymon.
"Oh well, maybe he's Gay.. You don't know any other?" I asked.
"No! Not anyone that I would say for sure that they would be good for you, I don't want you to get hurt and it be my fault." Reymon said.
Ok.. Oh well..
Fast forward....
Me and the girls are living with their grandfather, and enjoying the country that I fell in-love with when I was 15 years old. I decided to bring the girls to the beach and invited Reymon. Reymon asked if he could invite his friend. I said sure, the more the merrier.
Long story short this man became such an awesome friend. But just that... a friend.
He had a truck so one day I asked him. Cacique, I need to buy a washer machine, when I'm ready can we use your truck to bring it home? Sure I can bring you now! No, No, I'm not ready, next week I will have some money.
About one half hour lady, Cacique arrived at our house with his washer machine. Jennifer, please use my washer machine, you have the kids and I don't. You can use this, and then when you get the money to buy your own, you can give this back. Its no problem! uhm.. Well.. this is not the ONLY sweet thing he did for me. I remember writing home and telling my mom and bestfriend from home about the man at the pharmacy. Cacique worked at the Pharmacy when we first met.
I work through the Internet, so Cacique went about 4 days from not seeing me online. One day he called me and asked me if I was in cachon. That is where I was living. Yes I was. About 20 minutes later Cacique showed up to Cachon with his computer and said for me to please use his computer. He said he noticed I hadn't connected in a few days so I could use his computer so that I can do my work.
Another thing was when I moved into my first home with the girls in the Dominican Republic we hit a bad Hurricane right away. I was scared out of my mind. The man I was seeing at the time (just getting to know him) rushed to his mother's side because he wanted to be with her. (Yes a 52 year old man who's brother also lived with his mom so his mom would NOT be alone."
Cacique called me to ask me how I was doing with the upcoming hurricane in which I told him my fear. He told me no worries. I said you haven't seen where I live. I'm in this huge house by myself and I'm scared. I tried to explain where I was living but he wasn't sure. He told me not to worry. I said but I am worried. No matter what I said he kept telling me to put it in God's hands. Sure.. Sure.. That's all I can do anyway.
About a half hour later Cacique arrived with my best guyfriend who had showed him how to get to my house. Cacique showed up with a flashlight, eggs, milk, and a bunch of other supplies. He secured the home, made sure everything was ok, and prayed with me. He told me not to be afraid. I told him I would love it if I had someone there with me, hinting.
My best guyfriend called me later and said.. Cacique REALLY wanted to stay with us, but he didn't want me to have a bad reputation. He didn't want the people around to talk about how I had a guy stay with me, even though nothing would happen between me and him it wouldn't look good. He said he didn't care what people thought of him but as a woman he needed to protect my image since I wasn't from here and didn't realize what kind of images Dominicans give one another. LOL..
Now with other things that happened with Cacique.. More things of what he did for me and the girls in our first few months of living on the island my mom was SHOCKED when I told her I was with a different man. What about the man from the pharmacy? She said.. I have to respect your decisions, but I don't understand, that man was so good to you. I said.. "Mom, he's too short, and his teeth are funny." I was afraid to also tell my mom that he was too white!
When Cacique and I started our relationship after I had broken up with the other man, He had shaved his head, and also fixed his teeth!! I always loved bald guys, but getting used to him with a bald head took awhile for me and the girls. Now I love it.. :)
In the time that I was with the other guy, I completely grew up and changed. I definitely wasn't ready to accept such a good man back then. I had come to the country and wanted to dance, I loved to dance. I wanted to be in the home of bachata and dancing. Dancing Bachata is against the bible in this country. Not because it literally says it in the bible but because it's cultural. The reason is Bachata can be a very sensual dance, or sexy. Therefore they don't allow it. My husband is an extremely diehard Christian and would NEVER have it. He would NOT compromise. The good Lord took care of my dancing when I got into a motorcycle accident and hurt my knee. I can't dance.. so that was just ONE way that the Lord worked on me.
I didn't want a "good" guy. I liked the "bad" guys. That is what I got. After be beaten up by him, I was ready for a good guy. These are just a few ways the Lord worked on me and got me ready for my now Husband.
Driving in the Car..
As I have mentioned before, we live in the Dominican Republic. We were actually living in a more dangerous area called Barahona. It's a more poor area in which desperation calls for desperate measures. The people are trying to survive and there are a lot more robberies and muggings in that area.
My husband is worse than a protective parent. He literally watches my every move. He is more protective of me and the kids than I am of my kids. Let me give you a good example of what I mean.
My husband has a nice Volkswagon Jetta. Before being married to him, me and the girls were used to riding in public transportation. One day I will show you what public transportation looks like in the Dominican Republic, but lets just say, safe is not a word that would be used. Back to my husband. The minute I get in the car, he will say. My Queen, please put on your seatbelt. Or he will say.. My Queen, you haven't forgotten your seatbelt right? Or if he knows I am moody he has learned to say. My Queen, can I help you snap in your seatbelt? lol
It gets better or worse.. whatever way you want to look at it. My husband will keep an eye on me at all times. He will also be making sure to keep an eye on anyone who would approach the car. He has stopped before because a motorcycle was driving along side of us. He wanted to let the motorcycle go ahead. My husband will keep an eye on my arm. You see, there is no AC in the car so the windows are open, but they are not allowed to be opened all the way. If I have the window open all the way, he will say, please would you mind if I just put it up a tiny bit? Please understand my love, I just don't want anything to happen to you, the girls need you. That is his story. The girls need you!
If I put my elbow on the window sil, and grab the top of the car, it's ok as long as I have the handle. If I hold the outside of the door with my hand like many normal people do, he will plead with me to put my hand back in the car. He said it only takes a quick second for something to happen and he would be mortified if anything happened to me, to please understand why he is like this. lol..
He does the same thing with the kids window too. They can't have it even close to down. They need to always stay seated, and he doesn't like them leaning forward. He says he just needs to make sure everyone is safe at all time. Yes, I love him..
My husband is worse than a protective parent. He literally watches my every move. He is more protective of me and the kids than I am of my kids. Let me give you a good example of what I mean.
My husband has a nice Volkswagon Jetta. Before being married to him, me and the girls were used to riding in public transportation. One day I will show you what public transportation looks like in the Dominican Republic, but lets just say, safe is not a word that would be used. Back to my husband. The minute I get in the car, he will say. My Queen, please put on your seatbelt. Or he will say.. My Queen, you haven't forgotten your seatbelt right? Or if he knows I am moody he has learned to say. My Queen, can I help you snap in your seatbelt? lol
It gets better or worse.. whatever way you want to look at it. My husband will keep an eye on me at all times. He will also be making sure to keep an eye on anyone who would approach the car. He has stopped before because a motorcycle was driving along side of us. He wanted to let the motorcycle go ahead. My husband will keep an eye on my arm. You see, there is no AC in the car so the windows are open, but they are not allowed to be opened all the way. If I have the window open all the way, he will say, please would you mind if I just put it up a tiny bit? Please understand my love, I just don't want anything to happen to you, the girls need you. That is his story. The girls need you!
If I put my elbow on the window sil, and grab the top of the car, it's ok as long as I have the handle. If I hold the outside of the door with my hand like many normal people do, he will plead with me to put my hand back in the car. He said it only takes a quick second for something to happen and he would be mortified if anything happened to me, to please understand why he is like this. lol..
He does the same thing with the kids window too. They can't have it even close to down. They need to always stay seated, and he doesn't like them leaning forward. He says he just needs to make sure everyone is safe at all time. Yes, I love him..
Booby Trap
So the other night I hurt my back coming out of the shower. I like to shower before bed so when I was getting out of the shower, my one foot slid just a tiny bit, and I pulled out my back. It really wasn't all that bad, but when getting into bed I made a noise from the pain.
I slept ok, I didn't need any pain killers, really I was ok. A little slight muscle spasm. It happens! I have a bad back anyway!!
That's it! No more getting out of the shower alone my hubby says! What? Are you kidding me?! No! Please promise me that you will always allow me to help you out of the shower. I don't like to make him feel uneasy so I quickly said ok.
Little did I think about what this meant. This means my husband stalks the bathroom door. He WAITS for the water to go off so that he can knock and say.. "My Queen...Are you ready to get out?" I bet that would really drive most women nuts. I absolutely love and adore it!! He is so awesome! This man loves me, and I am FINALLY treated the way I always wanted to be treated!! Woohoo.. THANK YOU GOD!
Well after the first few times I will admit, it got tiresome. I mean, I like to work late at night. Look right now as I write this its 3:30 a.m. in the morning. I do my best work at this time. So now he wants me to wake him up to get me out of the shower. This is nuts!
So the first night, I shower.. la ti da ti da.. shower, shower shower.. shut off the water, and I'm like, ok I can handle this. I will hold on tight and go slow. And then it happens.... the knock at the door. Scares the beejeezus out of me. Mi Amor, are you ready to get out of the shower. I laugh and giggle.. Yes, I am Mi Amor.. I get all excited to see his smiling, tired face as he helps me out.
The second night I know he is really tired. He got up super early to bring the girls to Gymnastics and got to bed really late the night before. He was exhausted. So I go in the bathroom and shocked to see that my towel is NOT waiting for me. Wow, he really WAS tired, I think..
I see my bedroom door closed which is NEVER closed at night. I quietly open up the door, and as it swings open gently a spoon comes crashing down and I hit into some string.. I couldn't stand up I began laughing in hysterics as my husband jumps up and the string is wrapped around his finger and the door knob!! And if his booby trap wasn't enough to make you laugh, I see a huge pile of every towel I own on top of our bed (Under the mosquito netting), that was so that I wouldn't shower with out having him help me out!! hahaha..
He rigged the bedroom so that when I opened up the door it would pull the string around his finger waking him up to let him know that I was looking for my towel. If the string wouldn't wake him up, he knew that the spoon that he had set on top of the door would have woken me up. I literally laughed for 45 minutes and couldn't sleep after this.. i was just dying that this man loves me THAT much that he won't allow me to hurt my back again on the bathroom. How can you NOT love this man?
I slept ok, I didn't need any pain killers, really I was ok. A little slight muscle spasm. It happens! I have a bad back anyway!!
That's it! No more getting out of the shower alone my hubby says! What? Are you kidding me?! No! Please promise me that you will always allow me to help you out of the shower. I don't like to make him feel uneasy so I quickly said ok.
Little did I think about what this meant. This means my husband stalks the bathroom door. He WAITS for the water to go off so that he can knock and say.. "My Queen...Are you ready to get out?" I bet that would really drive most women nuts. I absolutely love and adore it!! He is so awesome! This man loves me, and I am FINALLY treated the way I always wanted to be treated!! Woohoo.. THANK YOU GOD!
Well after the first few times I will admit, it got tiresome. I mean, I like to work late at night. Look right now as I write this its 3:30 a.m. in the morning. I do my best work at this time. So now he wants me to wake him up to get me out of the shower. This is nuts!
So the first night, I shower.. la ti da ti da.. shower, shower shower.. shut off the water, and I'm like, ok I can handle this. I will hold on tight and go slow. And then it happens.... the knock at the door. Scares the beejeezus out of me. Mi Amor, are you ready to get out of the shower. I laugh and giggle.. Yes, I am Mi Amor.. I get all excited to see his smiling, tired face as he helps me out.
The second night I know he is really tired. He got up super early to bring the girls to Gymnastics and got to bed really late the night before. He was exhausted. So I go in the bathroom and shocked to see that my towel is NOT waiting for me. Wow, he really WAS tired, I think..
I see my bedroom door closed which is NEVER closed at night. I quietly open up the door, and as it swings open gently a spoon comes crashing down and I hit into some string.. I couldn't stand up I began laughing in hysterics as my husband jumps up and the string is wrapped around his finger and the door knob!! And if his booby trap wasn't enough to make you laugh, I see a huge pile of every towel I own on top of our bed (Under the mosquito netting), that was so that I wouldn't shower with out having him help me out!! hahaha..
He rigged the bedroom so that when I opened up the door it would pull the string around his finger waking him up to let him know that I was looking for my towel. If the string wouldn't wake him up, he knew that the spoon that he had set on top of the door would have woken me up. I literally laughed for 45 minutes and couldn't sleep after this.. i was just dying that this man loves me THAT much that he won't allow me to hurt my back again on the bathroom. How can you NOT love this man?
Here Goes Nothing...
So for the past 3 months I have thought about writing a blog about my crazy husband! He is the most amazing man in the world, and I feel nothing but love from him, every moment of the day.
Let me explain how crazy in love he is. Which has truly made me fall madly in-love with him. How could you not? This is a typical love sick day... EVERY day..
Every morning I will sleep late. My husband gets up early and does some chores in the morning. We live in the Dominican Republic and we don't have a constant source of water. We get water twice a day. We have a big cistern that sits on the roof so he goes out early in the morning and turns on our water pump so that we all have water to bathe, wash clothes, dishes, cook, etc. Oh before he does his chores he will usually pray for a good 1/2 hour. So after he turns the water pump on, he jumps in the shower.
After his shower he lines up my flip-flops so that they are exactly where I would get out of the bed. We sleep with a mosquito net so he knows exactly where I get out. They are always waiting right there for me. He then has my towel waiting in the bathroom, along with my bathrobe. My husband is extremely conservative so he makes sure I have my robe to come out of the shower in. It gets better.
We have a wire rack over the showerhead which holds our shampoo. He has my toothbrush waiting there even though he thinks its totally NUTS that I brush my teeth in the shower. It's already got the toothpaste waiting.
Now he will check on me several times every single morning. Sometimes I will wake up to him just staring at me with a smile. He will pace around sometimes waiting for me to get up and making sure the kids have everything they could ever want without waking up mom. He's just a dream! Unfortunately I've gotten way too used to his way that I find myself easily sleeping way past the time that I should.
Oh and the other thing. We have a maid. My maid will have our breakfast waiting on the table early in the morning, but he will NOT eat without me. I love this man!
Let me explain how crazy in love he is. Which has truly made me fall madly in-love with him. How could you not? This is a typical love sick day... EVERY day..
Every morning I will sleep late. My husband gets up early and does some chores in the morning. We live in the Dominican Republic and we don't have a constant source of water. We get water twice a day. We have a big cistern that sits on the roof so he goes out early in the morning and turns on our water pump so that we all have water to bathe, wash clothes, dishes, cook, etc. Oh before he does his chores he will usually pray for a good 1/2 hour. So after he turns the water pump on, he jumps in the shower.
After his shower he lines up my flip-flops so that they are exactly where I would get out of the bed. We sleep with a mosquito net so he knows exactly where I get out. They are always waiting right there for me. He then has my towel waiting in the bathroom, along with my bathrobe. My husband is extremely conservative so he makes sure I have my robe to come out of the shower in. It gets better.
We have a wire rack over the showerhead which holds our shampoo. He has my toothbrush waiting there even though he thinks its totally NUTS that I brush my teeth in the shower. It's already got the toothpaste waiting.
Now he will check on me several times every single morning. Sometimes I will wake up to him just staring at me with a smile. He will pace around sometimes waiting for me to get up and making sure the kids have everything they could ever want without waking up mom. He's just a dream! Unfortunately I've gotten way too used to his way that I find myself easily sleeping way past the time that I should.
Oh and the other thing. We have a maid. My maid will have our breakfast waiting on the table early in the morning, but he will NOT eat without me. I love this man!
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