Hello, Tuesday!

Good-bye weekend, hello achey body, burning and watery eyes, horrid cough, scratchy throat, and all the wonderful symptoms that accompany that little thing called the flu. At this very moment while I type my head feels like a balloon ready to pop...any...second..now. And, I have the husband to thank. THANK YOU HUSBAND! Boy, what would I do without ya. The worst part is that I was adamant that my immune system would crush this virus (wrong, oh, how wrong I was). Perhaps, the little sick incident I had last week was a prelude to the flu. A small glimpse at how crappy I could really feel. Where is my momma? I'm one of THOSE sick people (constantly craving affection and attention). Just don't ask me how I am feeling unless you are prepared to REALLY know. Really. To top it all off I made an attempt to be a good professional and go to work. So, maybe, just maybe, I expected an, "Oh, Renata, you look like you need some rest, go home". But, no, I got a, "So, where are your appointments?". I almost lost it. Almost. Listen, I am at the point where not even MAC's "la fleur" blush could hide my paleness, yet, you are asking me where my appointment is? Puh-lease.

So, these past couple of days (Mr.Sniffles excluded) have been pretty wonderful. I really have to start taking some more pictures, but, these below can give you a little glimpse.

And, to my beautiful and amazing friend Fernanda you have no idea how proud I am of you. SO PROUD! You are going places baby doll, and, I am so happy to be there with ya! Thank you for the time we shared this weekend. Please, please, pretty please, move back? 

Womp! Womp! Womp!

And, she walks into poop central...
(Insert absurd comment here)

How could something THIS cute make THAT big of a mess? Yes, that is exactly what you think it is.....

It was another FABULOUS day at "Souls Suckers 'R Us". I mean, seriously, who doesn't LOVE when your client asks you as you shake her hand, "Goodness, your hands are so cold, did you just get out of the morgue?" Um, yeah, on my spare time I like to lay in the morgue freezer eat string cheese, jam out to "Foster the People" and  clear my head, you know, no biggie. And, if that were the end of it... Which, of course, IT  WAS NOT! Around noon things just started to no longer make any sense. Head pounding, ears rings, nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was all like, "What?", "Um, I don't get it", "No entiendo", "Wait, what language am I supposed to be speaking?" Yeah, definitely NO BUENO! So, I made the best decision of the day and decided it was in the best interest of myself AND others  to send myself home. All I could think of was, "Ahhh, the house to myself, I get to watch on-demand episodes of "Girls"(hell yeah) as loud as I want, and whatever this sickening feeling is, I will drown it away with witty dialogue". But, no, no, no. Apparently, the Universe had other plans. The first thing I find as I walk into the laundry room is Mr.Ziggles and, well, I don't even know how to describe what was found (the picture just does NOT do it justice). I think I may have screamed. Yes, I did, and I then proceeded to completely intoxicate myself with the ludicrous amount of bleach I threw on the floor. So, for the next 30 minutes, I scrubbed, and scrubbed, and SCRUBBED some more (The song "scrub the ground" may or may not have flashed through my head; angry me shushed it away). Headache be gone? Yeah, I don't-think-so. Man, if he weren't so cute.

I did, however,  get to catch up with "Girls", overwhelming headache and all. And, I most definitely recommend that you watch. It's smart, absolutely hilarious, and it doesn't make me want to jump out of a window.HBO, I heart you.

Now, what to do about this headache? Any suggestions? Ideas? Thoughts?
Sleep and pizza, yeah, that is what this girl is going to do!

xoxo

Because she's my momma.

"I carry your heart with me-I carry it in my heart"
E.E. Cummings

To my beautiful mother, thank you! I don't just thank you for bringing me into this world, or, for molding me into this woman that I have become. I thank you for all of the little things. The little things that many of us take for granted. I thank you for the midnight runs to Walgreens because I had lost yet another chapstick and simply COULD NOT go to bed without it. I thank you for all the times you slept with me when I was sick. I thank you for not yelling when I would parade around the house blasting Madonna wearing your heels. I thank you for never breaking a promise. I thank you for allowing me to choose my own outfits (even when they didn't match). I thank you for all the hours spent playing Barbie dolls with me. I thank you for letting me build forts in my bedroom (especially when I used ALL of the clean sheets). I thank you for letting me be the drama queen that I am and for knowing that it really WAS just a phase. I thank you for the hours spent braiding my hair, painting my nails (no one could have done the Tommy Hilfiger symbol better than you), and watching movie-after-movie on Lifetime. But, most of all, I just thank you for being my mummy! My universe would simply not be the same without you. It is MY privilege to call you momma. I guess I'm just a lucky gal, Te amo!

And, to all the momma's out there, may your days always be filled with sunshine.
 xoxo

I miss you, I love you.

"Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not."
James Joyce

Vovó Alzira, maternal grandmother

With momma's day coming up, I thought I should take into consideration how important these two momma's are in my life. Let's be honest, if it weren't for these two amazing women I would simply not exist. It took their love as momma's to my parents that brought me into this crazy, crazy world. I wish that I could spend more time with them, I wish that they didn't live so far, far away, but, most of all I wish I could remind them every day how much I love them. It seems like just yesterday when I would stomp into my room (when my mom would reprimand me) and sit in a corner and cry begging to be sent to live with my grandma, it didn't matter which one (I was a tad dramatic).

So, thank you! Because, even as far away as we are from each other I know that the love you have for me is immeasurable. The memories we have together will forever be with me. And, even though you are there and I am here there isn't a moment that goes by that I don't think of you. Every so often I wonder how different my life would have been if I had been raised in your constant presence. So, this Sunday, though I can't be there to smother you with hugs and kisses, know that I will be thinking of you. Always. Saudades! Don't worry mommy, you'll have your day on Sunday!

Beijos

Vovó Maria, paternal grandmother

When all else fails, I turn to chocolate...

"Too much of a good thing is wonderful"-Mae West

This may have been my first encounter...

"Hi, my name is Renata, and, I'm an addict". They say the first step in the road to recovery is "admitting" you have a problem. Well, maybe, I think, I may have a teeny-tiny problem. It isn't serious, I assure you. I just HAVE to eat sweets after EVERY meal. But, don't judge me, I balance those meals with veggies as well. Sometimes. Ah, what can I say, they call to me. I make many attempts to stay away, but, I can't. I walk down the aisles at Publix and all I can hear is, "Eat me! Eat me!". So, I pair my carrots with a little chocolate, no biggie. Plus, have you had an "aero" bar before? No? Say what? Stop, just stop, right now,this instant, and go get one. You WILL comprehend my obsession. Just ask the husband, he just HAD to eat my very last piece. It's as though you are taking a bite into a fluffy cloud of choclatey (I know this isn't a word) goodness. If heaven had a taste, well, this would be it. Don't like chocolate you say? WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? No, really, what IS the matter with you. Chocolate makes everything worthwhile. It's like a woman's "little black dress", it goes with ALL occasions. Chocolate and fruits, amazing. Chocolate and coffee, perfection. Chocolate and red wine, divine. Chocolate and croissants, mouth-watering. You get the picture, right? Ok, I know, it's not good for me, blah, blah, blah. But, I believe in the rule of moderation, usually. Hey now! It's all about baby steps (little baby ant steps). I don't even want to imagine the day a little human will be hibernating in my belly (can you overdose on sugar?). Eek! Let's not dread on that now. And, I've heard miracles happen. It is entirely possible that one day I may just choose a celery stick over a truffle (a chocolate one that is). Just know that when that days comes, you should look outside your window, a pig will have flown by.

xoxo