Friday, September 28, 2007


Yes, I surrendered to my chocolate desires again. I tried to hold out as long as possible, but I just couldn't make it past the day. I think I have some sorta chocolate something every day. It's a need, I'm just addicted!

Here is my snickers word of the day:

Substantialiscious ..sub-'stan(t)-shu-'li-shus.. (noun). The weight of something when you weigh it with your tongue.

Hmmmm…very interesting….

Before I go, let me leave you with this:
I love hugs! I love people who give me big hugs! Mathew holds the unbeatable record of the BESTEST hugs ever! Look forward to my hug today. I can so use one right now…what a long, draining, hectic week. I'm ready for the weekend!

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Madrid, Spain

I don't know where to begin or how to say it all, especially in a pretty format, or some poetic stanza. It's pretty much all just a jumbo puzzle in my head. Can you say confetti!? So here are my scatterbrain thoughts in writing (in no particular order, with no poetic grace) but the people asked for it, so here it is:

Most used word to describe trip: Amazing!

Madrid is so old and beautiful (bet you never thought those two adjectives can be used in the same sentence)

Barajas International Airport…very cool looking, frosty glass walkways, wide open spaces, clean, simple, yes, I know I'm odd like that!

The Metro was clean and used by us very much, except when we needed it most; after 1:30am (when it closes down).

The whole city was clean and very green, environmentally green.

I found the eclectic mixture of architecture throughout Madrid highly appealing.

Favorite painting: La Guernica by Picasso.

Favorite museum - Reina Sofia Museum
This museum housed the most emotional driven painting I've ever seen – La Geurnica. I don't know how long I was there for, standing alone and later with G. I started crying at one point. I felt the sorrow and agony of the grieving mother with her dead child in her arms. I hope to never feel that agony for even a tiny moment in my life time. I cried thinking of the innocent, defenseless lives lost in a senseless, barbaric war. Naturally, my thoughts led to the current war in Iraq (70 years later). The same innocence lost, the same barbaric war. Children left without mothers or fathers, parents left without daughters or sons. And for what? A painting darkened in the shadow of death, devastation, and desperation, still found powerful, hidden symbols and images of hope and light. It's hard to think that one painting alone can evoke so many thoughts, emotions, ideas, and meanings. If ever there were a painting, this one is it!

I was an unruly museum visitor – I was told to 1) keep my voice down 2) don't touch the glass 3) stay away from the roped off areas 4) standing too close to La Guernica and 5) remove your book from the pillar that's holding a statue (G- that last one was your fault).

El Escorial: awe-inspiring monastery and palace, el Greco paintings, striking inlay wood doors, with a roman influence basilica. The basilica was thought provoking and truly amazing. Hard to look at a basilica now without comparing it to Rome's St. Peter's Basilica…but it reminded me of it. Also, a good day of bonding time with Ali!

Toledo: a quaint town with heavy Arabian architectural influence. Found a stray cat too! Lots of stairs, uphill and more uphill on cobblestone roads! Common phrase of that day: "when in doubt, go down." Walked for miles and miles and miles and miles! I met some very hot fireman in Toledo (incomparably hot to the US fireman), worth all the extra walking.

Freaked out Ali Moment – kissed her on the lips! Muah!

Plaza Mayor – reminded me of Piazza San Marco in Venice, with all the cute terrace bars and restaurants.

Funny, embarrassing, and disgraceful moments – molesting statues

Laughed so hard, peed in my pants moment – in Segovia when taking a picture of Carrie in a small hole…LMAO! You just had to be there!

Madrid Favorite: the food
Pimientos de piquillo (stuffed with meat) or seafood too!
Chorizo, queoso, croquettas…oh the list goes on!!!
Tortillas – homemade by Ali – awesome!
Chocolate con churros – yummy!
Cervez con limon
Oh and I ate ham during the observance of Yom Kippur! Ha!

Favorite park: Parque del Buen Retiro – trees, trees, trees, I love trees! Miles and miles of green, a crystal palace, one smelly, large lake, and the only public monument sculpted after the fallen angel, Lucifer.

Worst attribute: SMOKE! *cough*

A couple days into the trip I started feeling sicky-poo, which I contribute to the smoky atmosphere!

Painful Memory – walking into one end of a metal kitchen towel holder bar! That left a mark!

Puerta del Sol (need I say more)

La Noche en Blanco: a part of the Europe-wide White Night series of cultural city festivals - enjoyed William Kentridge's animated artwork. Finding a cab that night was misery!

The roman aqueduct of Segovia - built in stone without mortar - a brilliant masterpiece of Roman engineering still intact.

Best compliment I ever received was told to me in the room of tapestries in El Escorial by one of my greatest friends, Ali-baba!!! I'm not quoting perfectly here, but the gist coming from a friend who wasn't sure she wanted kids of her own "you're the reason I want to become a mom. I see you and Mathew together and what a great job you are doing and how it comes so naturally to you. I want to be a mom just like you!" Damn that was the best ever!!

El Rastro – flea market hell

Palacio Real was so palatial! Lol

Perfect hair weather (minus the drizzly day in Segovia)

My faith in "good" men existing has been restored. Unfortunately, the population of Drama Kings are accumulating faster.

Heartbreaking moments – making phone calls to Mathew…oh how I missed him so much. Next time, he's coming with!

Common phrases used during this trip: "Vale!" "No, no, no, mama, no!" "Seriously, is that necessary!?" "Not so much" "Hola" "Claro que si" "Y tui"

Don't ask what that last one is, I made it up! During this trip, I was mixing all the languages up, between English, French, Italian, and Spanish, I started having my own language!

What I didn't get to do: the city of Salamanca, El Prado Museum, and Templo de Debod (sadness). I guess I'll have to go back!

I hope these tidbits of useless knowledge about my trip helped paint an image of my moments in Madrid, Spain. If you want to know more, call me. If you have any questions, let me know. I for surely have left a lot out…intentionally and otherwise!

All these scraps of thoughts have pictures to accompany. Coming soon!

Before I go, let me leave you with this:
Can you believe it…Mathew will be turning two next week? What am I doing for his birthday you ask? Why, I'm taking him to Disney World (either Magic Kingdom or Sea World, still undecided). We'll be going in November, during slow month, cooler weather, and time enough to recuperate financially.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

I'm back!


Mission Accomplished!

In due time, I will fill these blogs with memories of my trip to Spain. And soon enough, I will fill them with pictures too (I'm waiting for the accumulation of everyone's pictures – G, get a move on it!)

Hasta Luego!

Saturday, September 15, 2007


So by this time tomorrow I will be over the Atlantic Ocean somewhere.

Destination: Madrid, Spain.

Mission (should I choose to accept it): To spend the next 8 days as a free-spirited explorer, appreciating the culture, savoring the cuisine, marveling at the beauty, and delving into the lifestyle of a Spaniard.

Secondary objective: Spend quality time with good friends, take lots of pictures, walk, talk, laugh, smile, admire, ooh and ahh, and possibly find the man of my dreams!

Don't miss me too much while I'm gone! But you can still think of me ;)
I'll get back to ya'll with stories…and pictures to accompany!

Before I go, let me leave you with this:
This blog will self-destruct in five seconds!

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Nap Time

You know you are having the perfect nap even when your back is contorted, you're uncomfortable, and you wake up with a stiff neck, because you also can hear his heartbeat, feel the rhythm of his breathing, and smell his hair. The best naps are with my son in my arms. Too bad they can't be comfortable too!

Before I go, let me leave you with this:
Today is now the third day in a row I have given myself a paper cut. And not the little paper cuts, the ones that come from cardboard boxes or those thick coated plastic packaging's. It's just me…the clutz!

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

The Tongue

Tongue Visuals

Your tongue refreshed and invigorated from the scrubbing bubbles built up on your toothbrush.

Your tongue swishing and tingling from the mouthwash churning inside

Your tongue on fire and swollen after the bite of a hot chili pepper

Your tongue rolling and stirring when eating the delicatessen meal cooked by a woman wearing only an apron on

Your tongue slipping out slightly on her cheek leaving a shiny damp spot

Your tongue rolling over her juicy lips savoring the taste of her strawberry lip gloss

Your tongue slow dancing in her mouth salivating over the sensual enticement

Your tongue crashing and pulsating against her pearly whites

Your tongue suckling and tickling her long fingers arousing the senses all over

Your tongue shifting down along the curves of her body and leaving a trail of goose bumps

Your tongue erotically circling around bestowing upon a nipple erection

Your tongue slipping in and out compounded by the moisture of her juices leaving soaked filled sheets behind

Your tongue seductively playing music on her body that makes her world move beneath her feet

Oh, the things your tongue can do!

~ sol

Before I go, let me leave you with this:
I'm slightly aroused by my own writing…haha! Can you tell I'm sexually deprived? At least it's by choice, right?

So here's a fact about your tongue: The tongue is made mainly of skeletal muscles. It's been said to be the strongest muscle in the body. The tongue is always in constant use even when sleeping! So I guess it would be wise to work out your tongue muscle…maintain your strength and stamina in your tongue!

Monday, September 10, 2007

Snickers Satisfies

Nougatocity ..nü-gat-ä-si-tE.. (noun). A heightened yet fleeting state of accomplishment that makes you realize how unbelievably unmotivated you normally are.

This is my snickers word of the day.

I had a snickers fix!!! Usually the need for a snickers is brought out by the mere mention of the word snickers (thanks denise!), after an accumulation of denied chocolate cravings, as a replacement for a quick meal hunger, prior to that time of the female month, and during sexual deprivation.

All the above apply today!

Snickers Satisfies!!!

Before I go, let me leave you with this:
5 more days left until I'm on a plane to Spain!

Saturday, September 8, 2007


This blog was written in my head while cleaning the house today.

Why my life would be so much easier without my dog (a black lab mutt, named Harley, I've had for 8 years now, for those of you that don't know):

I wouldn't have to sweep my house pretty much every day.
I wouldn't have to wear socks/sandals in my house when I don't sweep.
I wouldn't have to clean his bowls.
I wouldn't have to spend money on his food, snacks, bedding, and toys.
I wouldn't have to wake up at odd hours to his whining 'cause he has to pee (again).
I wouldn't have to wake up to a cold/wet nose in my face when my dog is scarred from a thunderstorm.
I wouldn't have to clean up after his occasional vomit.
I wouldn't have to vacuum my sofa every week from dog hair.
I wouldn't have to hear my dog's incessant barking at the worst possible times.
I wouldn't have to hear my dog licking (god knows what) in the middle of the night.
I wouldn't have to pick up his shit (literally)!!!
I wouldn't have to bathe him too.
I wouldn't have to buy and also remember to give him his monthly heartworm and ticks medication.
I wouldn't have to go to the vets for his check-ups and shots.
I wouldn't have someone at my feet all day long, getting in my way, and constantly following me into every room.
I wouldn't have to go home (when I'm enjoying not being home) to let the dog out.
I wouldn't have to find a dogsitter when I go on vacation. THANKS BRIDGET (again)!
I wouldn't have to worry about Chihuahua's running around in my backyard and getting killed.
I wouldn't still be paying off a large fine cited to me by the Broward County Police Department.
I wouldn't have to worry about my neighbor possibly poisoning my dog.

But this is why all the above is worth it:

I am loved. I am loved simply. I am simply loved.
I receive the kind of unconditional love that no other can provide me.
I feel supremely protected (especially once I got pregnant).
I benefit from the long walks (mentally and physically). Walks I would otherwise never take without my dog.
I get to come home to a ridiculously excited "happy-to-see-you" face everyday…the wagging tail, too! Lately, Mathew has been stealing that attention. Which brings me to my next point; it brings me such joy to see my 2 sons interacting together.
I am amused by the silly things he does, such as chase his own tail, trip going up/down the stairs, or running into the sliding glass door.
I always have a friend that can cheer me up without saying a word.
I always have the company of a loyal, warm body next to me.
I have a lifelong companion (no marriage or contractual agreement required).

Okay so even though my list of "why my life might be easier without my dog" is longer, the "why it's worth it" list far outweighs any added "woe is me" it might bring in my life.

I can't imagine life without my dog in it! And it's safe to assume that Mathew feels the same way! We love you Harley!

Before I go, let me leave you with this:
Today I realized I have to start paying close attention to the things I say in front of Mathew. This morning, we were walking down the aisles of Wal*Mart and he accidentally in his brute form broke his toy. I laughed and said in a funny voice "what happened?" He repeated this phrase all day, along with the funny voice. Later today, I was yelling at Harley "sit down!" My son has been telling everyone to sit down (even when they are sitting down). This revelation of mimicry finally hit home tonight with his grand finale. I was carrying my son up to his bedroom, when I rammed my foot into a toy car, conveniently left in my path and cursed "M*ther F*cker!!" Lo and behold my son started saying "Focker!" up until bedtime. Hopefully, without me repeating this lovely phrase (that I oh so love to use) he will forget all about it. Wish me luck!

Kids don't say the darn'dest things, they mimic you and it's the funniest/darn'dest thing!

Tuesday, September 4, 2007


Friends: Best friends, good friends, acquaintances, worker friends, long lost pals, buddies, homie, whatever you want to call it…it boils down to one word FRIEND.

What does it mean to you to be a friend?

What does it mean to you to have a friend?

For me to be a friend entails intrinsic honesty, loyalty, and understanding. I give my friends all that I have and more if I could. Being a friend is the next best thing after being a mom. For me to have a friend means someone I can count on (even if I may never run to them), someone I can trust, and someone that even when they don't agree with me will support me till the end. I have been blessed with a bunch of friends.

Friends are better than family. There is no obligation in friendship. There is no shared blood, yet the kindred bond can be ten times stronger. There is no room to take a friendship for granted. Most importantly, you can truly learn the meaning of unconditional love from someone who doesn't have to love you. Friendship is voluntary. Family is mandatory and obligatory. There's no judging and no expectations. You don't get to your choose your family, but you get to pick your friends. I'm glad I have the bunch I picked because man, I don't know what I would do without them.

I have to give a shout out to some friends (which sounds like a great idea as I'm writing this, but I will probably without a doubt regret this, because I will most likely offend those I don't mention…sorry, you know I still love you):

Maylen: I've probably known her the longest of all my friends. She's my pretend cousin. All around school everyone thought we were family. We played up the hype so much that till this day she's still my cousin. And just like family, we barely see each other even though we live 30 minutes away. And just like family, our bond will never die. You're the best cous!

Maude: I've known her my whole life. This one actually is my cousin. She's on this list because my friendship with her means more to me than our blood relation. She could have never been related to me and I would have still picked her as my friend. Her level of understanding, compassion, and sympathy goes beyond any depths I know. We never grew up together and actually never really got close till our older years. Yet, our philosophies in life are so identical and our minds so connected. I would do anything for this girl, anything! Love you Maude!

Brian: I met him on a cruise when I was 15. We've been friends ever since. I love him more than he probably knows or realizes. He's been there with me all the way from losing my virginity to my divorce. I don't get to see him as much as I'd like, but hey we're both busy and crazy kids! Miss you Brian!

Carrie: My college tennis friend. At first, we probably hated each other. We were nothing alike. And now we appreciate our differences, look up to each other for the those differences. We just both get it. We're there for each other the way we know we need each other. Bottom line: she's my person. She's the first person I call to share my good or bad news. "She's my person...If I murdered someone, she's the person I'd call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor...she's my person!" I love you, man!

Ali: My other college tennis buddy. We lost touch over some of the years, but reunited with a bang. She's my giggling crazy like oh my god valley girl friend! We have grown a movie night tradition that I never want to end, even though she's been living in Spain the last 3 years. Hey at least I have a place to stay when I visit in 2 weeks. This friendship will last forever! te quiero mujer!

Jeff: My College homecoming date (only 'cause I asked). Our friendship started in college, faded, than we worked together (I fired your girlfriend a month before Christmas), lost touch again, reunited on myspace, and now we get drunk together, have deep all night talks, and share way too much personal information. But what can I say, you're awesome! Love you jeffy-poo! P.S. Call me, I need to catch you up on a few things before I leave in two weeks. Or maybe weekday movie night a la casa de sol?

Lauren: She's my silly Italian New Yorker friend! She actually started out as my employee many years ago. She quit on me to move back to New York and well she's back in South Florida (but probably not for long). She is probably the one friend that is most like me in so many ways. We can start a conversation that literally would never end. Us girls can talk and talk! We need time limits…our conversations usually end in mid-thoughts since we don't know how to shut up! Oh and, I love her mom too!!!

Gina: My line dancing partner. I picked her up at a bar and literally (I swear) asked her "come here often?" From there, I later asked for her number and well we've been going line dancing Wednesday nights (and occasional weekends) for several years now. Our friendship doesn't end on the dance floor. We gripe about work, make fun of people, scope out the scenery (at the bar) and she is totally my reality check with a side of crazy! LOL! I'll miss you this Wednesday!

Michelle: 6 years as my employee, but the best of those years have been our growing friendship since our divorces (teehee). You're the one girl that can relate to me most when it comes to the boys! And although our styles are SO different, we are SO like (as much as we both probably don't want to admit it..Haha!) Thanks for listening to me pretty much everyday about my dating life. Thanks for the advice even though I usually never listen. Bare with me while I sift through all the male-drama to find the one man that gets me like you do. I love sharing our dating stories…too bad you are off the market again!

Bridget: I met her through my ex-husband years ago. She works with him in the same city and she's probably the only last mutual friend we have. And she handles it perfectly! You can find the two of us always laughing and at times gossiping. We always have drinks in our hand and now we're both single at the same time…watch out boys!!! I have to add she is the one person in the world that I've personally witness (on many occasions) stop the world to help someone she barely knows, not to mention me! She so has my back! She's also Harley's second mom. Gotta love her!

Denise: I met her in college…and I'd have to say she got on my nerves (more than once). Our friendship actually started after I told her off. For some reason, she found a true friend in me from my honest sincere bitchy words. While our friendship has some big holes over the years, it never diminished the value. Actually, she is what prompted me to write this blog about friendship. Denise, shut up and pester me all you want…you know I'll tell you to fuck off if I can't stand it anymore! Love you, bitch!

To all my other friends, here's your honorable mention (ouch that is so rude, huh? Read on, there's more that might lessen the sting a bit): Dave, Alana, Desiree, Natalie, Myra, Courtney, Sefchen, Greg, Jamie, Camile (my kindred spirit), Andrew, Rich, Jessica, Jim, Jodi, Lori, Martha, John and Parks, Lawrence, Rob, Sylvia, and newly made friends like, Giovanni and Chris…even myspace friends like Derek and Joe.

There are all kinds of friends out there. Some are always there on a daily basis and some are far away but always in your heart. Some you may talk to once a month or even once every 6 months. Some you see only once a blue moon. Either way, it doesn't define you any more or less of a friend. To me, if I call you a friend, you are my friend period! I don't need to call you my best friend or my closest friend. A friend is a friend. I love my friends, cherish them, and will always be there for them! My friends are part of who I am today and I am forever grateful for my friends. I will never take them for granted.

I love you, my beautiful friends!

Before I go, let me leave you with a quote from Voltaire:
"I do not agree with what you have to say, but I'll defend to the death your right to say it."

This quote means so much more to me than what it simply states. This is what being a genuine friend implies…and now in being a mom too!!!

And one last friend quote I love:
"Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families."


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