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I was recently on vacation for the Thanksgiving Holiday, (hence my lack of blog entries), and I basically ruined everyones fun.  We were recently up in Cambria for the week enjoyng the sights of Moonstone Beach, by the way this is an excellent place to visit if you are on a budget, when all of a sudden my raging hormones flaired and destroyed everyones mood.  I was looking for confrontations, not on anything in particular, however, I started up with momma and she decided she did not want to go have dinner with us because I was totally mean and rude.  My dad came to my roomand told me he would drop me off at the restaurant but he and mother would stay behind.  I realized I was acting like a complete jack ass and decided to beg for forgiveness.  All of this because of stupid PMS. Mother said she would join us for dinnerso to make it all better I treated them to a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner and made peace.

My obsession with Edward Cullin is almost disgusting, he’s twentytwo for crying out loud and not to mention not real.  I have always been so obsessed with the idea of vampires, i own a small collection of vampire novels ranging from different authors and different eras, I think what facinates me is just how sexy some of these are portrayed.  I think seing the character of  Edward Cullin come alive by Robert Pattisons acting was incredible, not to mention when he tells Bella Swan that “she is his life now”.  Another thing that really pulls me to this guy is just the way he looks in the movie, from the hair to the dress to the face to the lips not to mention those passionate eyes that can melt any woman around. You know if vampires did exist, I would definitely be a Bella, I wouldn’t really care what they were as long as they did not kill humans for survival.  For all those who have not seen the movie just Google Edward Cullin and you will see what he looks like!

Yes, i just had to go see it, and I did read the book!  Well, I think it is definitely a teeny bopper movie, because I kid you not i was the only adult there.  I thought the movie was generally good, and keeping the age appropriateness in mind I thought it was fair.  I like my vampire movies with not only romance but with fangs and the whole sucking of the blood.  Twilight was certainly not that kind of movie and once again that is fair because the books are targeted for the teenage audience, it has been more than seven years since I have read the books, however,  it is true to the written aspect almost too boring with all the inbetween stuff.  Twilight is a generally good movie, I still don’t know if an audience younger than thirteen is suitable for this kind of thing, and I would have enjoyed the movie a whole lot more if the pre-pubescent teenage girlir girls wouldn’t clap everytime Edward and Bella smooched each other. If sex is what your looking for, this is not the movie!  Remember the audience people, I had to keep on reminding the other half who was praying for boobie throughout the whole movie.  So average score is a B, great chemistry with Edward and Bella, very beliavable, this movie leaves you wishing for some species vampire like that sparkle in the sun like diamonds.

I was thrown out of bed this morning thanks to the loud thump that came out of my son’s room. Yes, it finally happened, the little man attempted to climb out of his crib and did not succeed, instead he landed on his head right on the wood floor.  Screams of a banshee rose from his room, and then finally proceeded to open his bedroom door and get out.  It took me almost one hour to calm his sobbs down, it was heart wrenching.  I think the time has come to finally move him to a toddler bed and let him grow up.  My child is a wild animal, he is always on the move, not to mention all the toys that have to accompany him to his sumber.  He has been real restless these days and I wonder if the bump on his head has anything to do with it.  So I told the little guy before going to bed that he needs to call mommy ( in the morning) before attempting any Indiana Jones stunts.  And that is another day at my house, I truly hope this was the only time this stunt will be attempted, and I also hope that his bed hets here before any other mishapps.

My husband baught me a very nice Gucci handbad about less than a year ago, it wasn’t cheap.  At around one thousand dollars, the bag is very beautiful and stylish, every girls dream, however, one thousand dollars does not buy you a leather Gucci.  The bag is made out of canvas with cotton overlay, the classic Gucci bag with the darker signature G pattern, leather straps and a beautiful gold plated equestrian charm hang from the handle.  Well, the other day, while we were out shopping, I noticed that the threading of the cotton had torn, leaving a small aperture of canvas exposed.  What is the problem you may ask? Well, first off, it is not even a year old, and due to the hefty price tag, I certainly do not wear this bag everyday.  So, we took the bag back to The Gucci store in the South Coast Plaza and basically were told by this out of place employee that there is nothing they could do.  Unfortunately, wear and tear cannot be repaired and that they could not possibly replace the bag because it was worn.  I swear if he had a magnifiying glass he would have used it because he was inspecting my bag like it was something out of a pon shop.  I even gave him the original sales receipt, but he basically said, see ya!.  So, after my husband made a seen in the middle of the store, we walked out and went into the Coach store.  There, I very nice lady proceeded to tell us that if it were a Coach bag, they would have most likely replaced it!  So ther you have it folk, Gucci does not stand by their product, needless to say, I will never buy Gucci again!

‘Tis the season!  Property taxes are almost due, and though it is very nerve racking to come up with three thousand dollars for Uncle Sam, I am also relieved.  The sooner you send off those checks the better you will feel.  The only thing that really bothers me is the fact that most of these major bills are due around Christmas time and if you are like me, and your property taxes are not compounded in your monthly mortgage, you will seriously go crazy until December 10th which is the official due date.  technically I only have two weeks after that to Christmas shop and by that time, my credit cards are so maxed that I don’t even feel like shopping.  So onse I purchase my next property I will definitely compound and be free, but until then I will be tortured at no end. The other problem with Orange County property taxes is the fact that they always go up, so my property may have lost fifty thousand dollars, but the taxes for it continue to rise…wow aren’t we lucky.

I have the worst hangover, I haven’t had one of these since my crazy college years.  I feel like crap.  Last night we were invited to a kiddie birthday party, and yes, although many children were present, so were drinks.  My depressed state of mind due to all the fires and my home being in danger, led me to have a drink.  After the initial drink, life did not seem so glum, so I went ahead and had another, yes I did, and then another and another.  The night was spent eith me playing guitar hero and my poor sense of balance which caused me to topple over and splat in the middle of the living room, surrounded by children not to mention their straight faced parents.  I know, my poor child, he will probably be ridiculed for having an alcoholic mother.  Lighten up a little, I was depressed and today I feel even worse, though my house still stands, the smoke has infiltrated through the wall and windows and made this place unbearable.  At least I learned my lesson, not to drink alcohol when your already depressed.

Damn wind, I’m trapped in a smokey hell.  he sky is seriously bleeding and I am fearing for the life of my house.  The hell I’m staying, the fires are about a mile away and we have no received any word on evacs.  Sirens keep rushing by and yet we know nothing.  My husband is staying behind to watch the dwelling and hopefully he has some sense not to try anything heroic.  The smoke is seeping through my walls and under the front door, the outside is virtually bare black with embers and smoke.  Police is staking major intersections and freeways are shut down. We are trapped within our city and we are virtually grounded with no place to go.  Shelters have been set up in the local H.S. and honestly besideds the tv there is no other means of lifeline. I look out the windows and it’s like my neighboors have vanished, I too will be packing up and relocating for a while while the dust settles and hopefully my house does not burn.  Not only is this bad for us but the air quality down here is beyond bad, unbreathable. So lets all pray.

Yes you are, you know who I’m taking about, you who posted a blog of ” My wife continues to piss me off”.  That’s my husband, and no way do I tell him who to hang with and that his friends and family are losers, his family maybe, but friends not so much.  I cannot stand being belittled from this guy, when he know damn well that I am right.  Once again we have the conflict between two strong cultures, the hispanics who think they are the S***, hence all the wannabe tough guys and chola girls out there who think they are intimidating someone( the only thing that intimidates me is your butt ugly makeup and your shaved eyebrows, not to mention the poor sense of style.  Anyways, my husband is far from that, he is college educated and holds a good position in the company which he works for, but, that is besides the point, the point is that he is cut from the same cloth, and then you have the mighty Italians who know they are always right.  I am Italian as many of you guys know, and I know I am right, however, when I am wrong, those very few times, I do admit it.  So the bottom line is that he is a jack arce and his family is retarted and his friends could fal off the face of this earth and he would not even know!

What happens when you just don’t have anything in common with your once best friend?  I am saddened to even admit to myself that I find nothing in common with people that I once considered close friends.  I received a phone call the other day from one of my girlfriends, we have been friends for over seventeen years, we were in each others weddings, were always together, went out together, did everything together.  Well, then I had a baby and she did not, for all those parents out here, you know how it is, your life drastically changes overnight. Anyways back to the phone call, she told me that if I did not make any effosrt, our friendship would be over.  Excuse me? What efforts, she is the one that continues to cancel everytime we make a date, which by the way her and her husband like to carry out in the whee hours of the morning, I’m sorry but that life is over for the time being, I have a child who needs to be in bed by 8:30, no later than 10:00. So we have dinner scheduled for friday night, and like always it’s at my house, never her’s, and honestly that gets to be annoying! So I’m thinking this friday may be the deal breaker, maybe we are just best as friends from afar.