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 :)
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