Friday, July 29, 2005

Happy Birthday to ME

I hate my birthday. I think i always have. Its alright at some point but in this special day i dont like to be the center of atention and i dont like to give/or recieve a lot of hugs.

Like today at the office, my boss bought a cake for mine and other employees b-day (july) and i was trying to avoid the moment where everyone aproaches to give you the b-day hug... i dont like that, its like at mass when the time comes to give peace to others and you have to shake hands.... when i was little i always tried to sneak out... my mom was faster though and i had to shake thousands (it seemed like thousands) of hands of people i didnt know... and keep the yiaky feeling of needing to wash my hands...

So tomorrow is the big day... and i was thinking about my life yesterday and i can give you some interesting data of what has been of it, in all these years.

  • my parents couldnt get pregnant, they thought they werent having babies, but after a couple of years of doctors and treatments, i was finally on my way
  • my mom had a c-section for my birth
  • my dad cried when he saw me the first time (because he was so happy, not because i was ugly or hairy )
  • i was named after my mother, cause my dad insisted
  • i am the baby of a semi-hippie mother, and a father who left the seminar because he discovered it wasnt his calling
  • i look a lot like my dad, but lately people say i am looking more like my mother
  • i didnt cry at my first day of school, because my mom made me promise i wouldnt. i can still remember the smells and how hard i controled myself to not cry. I was 3 years old.
  • i have never liked school, but have always been a good student (because i have good memory and teachers like me most of the time)
  • my parents made me go to ballet and spanish dancing clasess. i was lousy at ballet because i couldnt hold my belly inside. but i was quite good at spanish dancing, my teacher was gay and a great dancer
  • i had to go to swimming classes and i faked sickness all of the time, my mom never bought it
  • i wanted to be Heidi (the girl from the mountains) so bad... so very bad
  • i have always hated animals that have feathers
  • i have fallen in love 3 times, so far... in very diferent conditions and of very different guys
  • i have a nose job, and love it, and some people didnt even noticed i had it done... its so evident though
  • my concept of beauty is huge...
  • i dont want to get old
  • i have exellent friends... some older, some newer
  • kids love me
  • i believe in karma... kind of
  • i think im becoming a better person every year. im proud of myself

i have lots of plans for the years to come... so interesting... keep me going!

so... happy b-day to me

Monday, July 25, 2005

What a wonderful world

My brother got married this weekend. He had the happiest face i have seen in a groom. A kid-looking groom, since he finally cut his hair and is skinnier than ever and just has always looked younger. And i think he is, since he is 23 and you could easilly say hes barely 20. Good genes, thank God.

About the wedding:

  • my family goes totally nuts on most family events. both my mom and dad were completely stressed out the day before. due to the trip, and to the wedding.
  • When my parents are stressed out they dont like my sense of humour.
  • When my parents are stressed out is when i enjoy the most showing off my bright and oh so intelligent sense of humour.
  • thank God i took a second gown option for the wedding, since im short and dress 1 was a bit long and my heels were a bit uncomfortable. And it was really sexy so i was most ptobably going to upset my grandmother, because my nipples showed a bit. and if i got somewhat drunk,... well it would have been embarassing.
  • I got to see my brothers face when he gave his bride the wedding band. He was the happiest boy ever!! he kissed the damn ring like 5 times and never stopped looking right into her eyes
  • i was at the church's door with my brother and mother, and a woman came up to us and asked my brother: are you the groom? and i said: no, i am.
  • the church was nice and little, mass was short and direct.
  • the bride looked alright, which comming from me is quite a compliment since im a sister-in-law-born-rejector, and i can be a witch.... or a witch-bitch.
  • my dress didnt let me eat much, i looked pretty and slim, but i could barely breathe. but the heels were a bit more comfy, and the dress wasnt as provocative...
  • i had to sit next to the priest, for dinner. he was kinda fun. smoked a lot though.
  • the stupid bride said something about my parents not doing such pretty babies at first, but her luck was such since she got the best looking. i started noticing that her eyes are so apart, like a frog's. and her nose... well pretty is not the word.
  • my dad and mom were extra happy, they were proud you could tell.
  • my dad cant dance
  • i can pretend i can dance
  • my mom cant sing
  • i cant sing either
  • i love red wine, because "Red red wine you make me feel so fine...You keep me rocking all of the time...Red red wine you make me feel so grand...I feel a million dollars when your just in my hand..." haha
  • im happy, very happy and lucky... and i can still party like a 20 year old!

The song the bride and groom danced was what a wonderful world, and as corny as it may sound... well i think it is.. for me at least, most of the time... i just need to remember it more often.

I see trees of green........ red roses too. I see ’em bloom..... for me and for you. And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue..... clouds of white. Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights. And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.
The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky. Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by. I see friends shaking hands.....sayin’.. how do you do. They’re really sayin’......i love you.
I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow. They’ll learn much more.....than I’ll never know.

And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world

Friday, July 15, 2005

The Kiss


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Originally uploaded by abitwicked.

He had just saved her from a fire in her house, rescuing her by carrying her out of the house into her front yard, while he continued to fight the fire.

She is pregnant.

The firefighter was afraid of her at first, because he had never been around a Doberman before.

When he finally got done putting the fire out, he sat down to catch his breath and rest.

A photographer from the Charlotte, North Carolina newspaper, "The Observer," noticed this red Doberman in the
distance looking at the fireman.

He saw her walking straight toward the fireman and wondered what she was going to do.

As he raised his camera, she came up to the tired man who had saved her life and the lives of her babies, and kissed him, just as the photographer snapped this photograph.

And people say animals are dumb - yeah right.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

I love Bob Geldof


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Originally uploaded by abitwicked.

Among others...Because he is intelligent, because he is visionary, because he is sexy, because he is humanitarian, because he is creative, because his projects are huge, because he believes in what he does, because he dares, and because his Irish.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Cossio

I went to a place called Cerro de San Pedro. It is like a tiny Real de Catorce. It is closer to the city, but then fewer people go there. (strange i think)

It is a small ghost town around what used to be gold and silver mines. Right now they are planning to re-open the mines (a rumor that there is Uranium there is quite strong) and is now a public issue.

I went there and spent some time in the dessert hiking (im glad my knee is not as sore now), and then just watching nature and its colors. until it was dark and my sight is not good, so we decided to get in the small town and have dinner there, since some friends have told us about a good restaurant in town.

We were walking and some music drove us into a small lounge bar (aha thats right, in the middle of the dessert, with candles, a great view of the stars and perfect music). We ate really good calzonni and drank a not so good wine, but it was alright. a man with the aspect of a bum came in the bar, his accent was spaniard and im not sure in which moment i asked him something and he came and sat in out table and we had a very long and interesting conversation.

He said he had came to mexico for 3 months and has been here for 3 years and a half. the reason, he said: peyote. he gave us some important advice: dont even explore.....
He was carrying his life in a plastic bag. he showed us pictures from his hometown in Asturias, Spain. Lots of pictures of his land, and his favourite views and some postcards. I was amazed... totally different environments. He said his house was open for whomever wanted to go live there, the only condition was to take his art, cause he is an artesan who works with silver and stones. He said he wanted to screw the spanish government and the president, so he was looking for a woman willing to marry him, without even having to have sex with him so He would share his house and his pension and all of his goods in Spain. These because he needed someone to go to Spain and fight for them, since he is not planning to go back soon.

He constantly remarked how he loved mexico and wanted to help the country, doing libraries and schools for his poor kids over at Real de 14. Perhaps if he gave peyote up.. he could because he would be more focused... i told him his ideas were good, and that is all one needs at first, then look for possible ways to get there.

this is just part of all of the subjects we got into... it was quite interesting actually. I didnt think a saturday in San Pedro could turn out like that...

His name: Josemaria Cossio... he struck me i must say....Chachi!!...

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Smells

Smells have a great power. For me that is. I can remember complete moments, conversations, people, places with a smell... or a combination of them.

I read The Perfume a long time ago and ever since has been one of my favorite books ever. I have always wanted to be able to tell the components of a smell, like for example in Edimburgh i could say: old buildings, malt, and U.K. body odor. Cause Ava and I have discovered how people in the UK smell like. Well not like perfume but their body odor. We, like mexicans have lost that power of telling how we smell like, since its a smell quite too familiar. The body odor is actually a result of what you eat and of what you drink, and of Phs. So ...

We mexicans eat way too spicy, and we eat "chile" and onions andothers which are quite strong... i dont know, maybe when i live somewhere else and come back to my country after many years, and only to visit i will be able to smell that mexican odor.

Right now my favorite smells are: italian hands (well one italian in particular), tangerine, green (that would be a smell called "Ireland"), baby sweat (clean babies of course), and my cat after she sleeps on clean clothes... and others...

Monday, July 04, 2005

The Fringe

Ava and I went to Edimburgh and Ireland two years ago. Its really bad that we cant go every year. At the Fringe Ava would do great shows because that time she learned how to get herself into a tiny box, courtesy of her Aussie friends she filmed so closely with her handy cam. And she likes to sing...

I, would do something to. I could make Dream Catchers in front of the people and disguise in a Native American outfit and keep doing the war shout indians do in old western movies.

I could also clap my hands and move my head in an "im feeling the rythm" kind of way, while ava is singing. Also, i could invite the people to come and watch Ava get in the box... Oh or she could get in the box while she is singing...

We could also work for the Tattoo... since we both learned the program vendors line really well...


Or i could do my bitting tricks, starting on flowers and going on to more dangerous stuff... have you seen the movie Lemony Snicket? Well if you did, does Sunny Baudelaire ring a bell? ha!!

I want to cry now... i want to go to the fringe again.. or live in Ireland.