someplace

  sometimes, you may feel handicapped, and you feel you’ve chosen the wrong place. you have to remind yourself where you want to be, and you have to vocalize where you want to go. you want to visualize the road ahead. you make a plan but it’s still too vague. sometimes you look around and see brave faces, and you remind yourself you have what they have. you have your legs and your feet, your arms and your hands, your brain and your heart, your eyes and lips. you realise you’ve…

take center stage

Well… i was thinking…Nothing big, nothing original, nothing that hasn’t been already said here and there and in other places… should i color my hair…?  i mean, my gray is really showing, what the hell?! but then i thought…i like gray hair… and wrinkles… …but, not on me. the wrinkles, i’ll take. the gray hair, not so much. :)     ahem, yes, I was thinking: WOW!, we go through, and, seamlessly, pass from one stage to another, in life. i mean. hee. Mostly, most times we don’t even recall or…

my limited time and lack of interest in shopping…

you can buy it at…. BUT… i know you can buy things at the store. …BUT…i figure, i drink wine and well, i want to paint something and i know these bottle will most likely be recycled but…. …BUT…i can use them as outdoor dining table candle holders…. so… as inefficient as it may seem… it’s not. our world is full of stuff and well… i think these bottles are curvy and pretty and i didn’t want to let these go… and currently i’m in pink and red and purple…

sometimes, well, i don’t know, Juno…

this beast is super cute. the cutest of the cute. you can’t see it here..but she has one of my tenis under her. earlier …i took her on a hike.  then , i showered and dressed.  and…. then she takes my shoe and sits on top of it. it’s how she tells us ‘let’s go for a walk’ ! juno ,the beast , is a good dog. a good hiker. and she turned 2 over the weekend. and we all forgot. but ,since then, we’ve made it up to her. (i…

when things are messy i iron iron iron.

looking for faith(ful) iron man. i have a wrinkle or two. fe, chemical-iron. fe, faith. or am i ironman fe+male? hmm… well, then, nevermind. but i’ll go to the dry cleaners instead…i don’t do that ironing stuff. meh! (actually, i do. i iron. yes, i do.) because when things are messy … i think to myself: just iron. iron. iron. maybe i just think it and not actually do it. but… meh, thinking about it sounds good enough. ;) or I sit alone. and maybe lie down on a bench…

scents and liquids and fluid moments

when i was washing my hands… and , well, nothing. my friend , littlephoto , made me imagine a plumber fixing the leaks and taking care of the faucets. :) and i thought of watering the plants … and i thought of watering my mouth. And, if you prefer coffee… well, here you are. ;) … next to water, and champagne, these would be my favorite drinks. no mixed drinks for me. but coffee , well, i can mix it with whole half & half. and of course… we need…

i like it here

on saturday we celebrated andy’s birthday. it was good birthday.  in my eyes he seems like a kid. :) tons of people and so much fun with  some of my mommy besties. these friends are super super cool. and , there is no way to put it ….  they’re like family. almost. :) if they need a cup of sugar,  i usually don’t have it. but , if they need a bottle of wine , the,  yes, i’ve got that. i need a recipe…nope, they don’t share it. but, i need a…

i interrupted

A selfie interrupted. Dani got a her camera today. whooohooo, Bou! It’s a big deal because she’s come from plastic cameras, toy cameras, film cameras, and my lumixes. She and her bestie have the same camera now. (i like it and i’m actually thinking of playing with one meself…but i have my heart set on leica… i leica you so much and i can’t get you outta my head!) anyway… so on our way to the car from her big  purchase, i asked Dani, “So Bou, what is going to be…

can i get an ‘amen’ and dark zaya , neat? (day 3)

sometimes the pious women are a little too much. other times… they warm my heart. other times…they make me gag… and other times.. i giggle with them. crazy. i don’t do say: amen, praise blahblah, and jesus loves everyone ..it all sounds a bit too corny. i’d rather say beauty fell in love with beast…or once upon a time in a far away castle… that sounds corny, but there’s a love story behind it. and love and cheese….well, give me some of that straight up or on the rocks. but…i…

my weapons of mass seduction. yeah, i know you want me (and my socks, too)- por si las moscas

Because winter came… and the tile is cold and my legs were ash-y. (and maybe i didn’t shave my legs, ooopsies!) and well… it’s MY adailynote and i can post my fucking socks if i wanna! and, damnit,  i wanna! and i will keep them in just case the day stays cold and my pants and boots aren’t warm enough… all day in long socks… ¡por si las moscas! :)

Finding inspiration behind scribbles, closed doors and walls

We have secrets. Maybe little birds  (or the devil) will keep them locked up and safe? Can we find another source to trust? Another source to console us? Another person to share our secrets with or our dreams. Because, hey, we have a dream. Well, we had a dream. In fact, we had tons of them. But… Something happened. Life. Responsibilities, worry, liars and thieves, among other things managed to sneak in. Things that deflate us and suck up all our time and energy, leaving us dull, heavy, lifeless. Thieves that take our…

let’s hustle.

so… you’re burnt out? I can tell.   dried purple dahlia… dried up dignity. Oh, no. not motivated, huh? having a hard time keeping up, are you? Slacking a little? Are you totally exhausted? Picking fights? throwing punches? dodging them? Over working? not working? What the hell is wrong with you? come on baby, get your butt moving! Rapido! well, ok. have cigarette first… i’ll wait. :) and remember… “you only live when you’re alive and you’re alive when you’re breathing…and something meaningful  to cheer you up and pretty trees and…

semblance, tapped out and disaster

when we’re tapped out , both financially and emotionally, we dry out and are completely exhausted… and some times we continue with hope in our days. maybe it’s not hope it’s just routine. and we’re afraid to try anything different , we find ourselves stuck. it sucks. and, maybe,  in our current life we try to find some semblance of the good old days… and the people around you don’t understand  your decisions. they only see the front door. they don’t understand…because you have a good looking husband and cute…

day sixteen – pink routines and spontaneity

well…. i like the part of me that is reliable…..but… Dear Frank (you know who you are. your code name)…ahem…dear Frank, routine spontaneity is okay but the multiple personalities are just plain confusing. try spontaneous routine. this may be more up your alley. use one personality- the true you- for a while. let it do out of the ordinary things everyday. serendipity-ish-ness. or something. wait….. back to me. my routines…get up get the chapstick from my side of the bed. then.. coffee in the a.m.. i brew it knowing that…

cada loca con su tema

How to make your babies laugh or … how  to embarrass them… current kicks are: stripe socks and rhymes. poem: ( i’ve earned my stripes.. dammit!) snap some silly fotos sing a little tune something something that rhymes with fotos clean the babies’ rooms i can do poetry. for sure. I can also help the girls clean their room .. but walking barefoot in winter time is not good. so i put some socks on. then i found flip flops in their room so … i thought… hey let’s make…