Are you there Vodka? It's me, Mindy!!!

How yummy is vodka? VERY yummy! As luck would have it, I cannot drink until Friday but I know it once Friday comes, I will def start with a vodka on the rocks. Then who knows. Vodka is actually very tasty and is one of those brands that are good even when you are drinking the cheap brand (well, except for Smirnoff Ice. All that does is piss me off-because the alcohol never kicks in-and give me heartburn. Then again, if you like it, mad props to you ya cheap date!) However, cheap vodka even works with an Alcoholic Arnold Palmer(vodka, iced tea, lemonade).

Other great vodka inspired drinks are:

Vodka Tonic-the "I don't know what to order" drink
Vodka & Cranberry-the other "I don't know what to order" drink
Vodka(any brand really) and Sprite-your basic "let's get crunk" drink
3 Olives Vodka(Grape) and Sprite-it's like Robitussin with a kick to it
GreyGoose and Pineapple-crazy mix, but oh so deelish
Ciroc (yup, the one Diddy endorses) and Lemonade-for feelin' fab and fresh
Long Island Iced Tea-fasten your seat belts. hold on tight. put your head between your legs and kiss your ass good-bye.

These are just some mixed vodka drinks that are delicious, but I don't know about nutritious. Now I'm off to sleep that way when I wake up it's Wednesday which means it's one day closer to Friday.

Holy Testicle Tuesday, Batman!

I know I'm late. But I just figured out how to download then upload music to my IPOD. My IPOD that I never used when I got it as a birthday gift in 2008 (pena). Now, I love it. Yesterday I spent the majority of the day in my pajamas downloading music for Alex and myself. I never even showered (again, pena) but I had so much fun strolling down memory lane with the songs I downloaded. Now, I want to get Alex an IPOD.

There is a possibility of me going to Las Vegas, Nevada in the next few weeks or so. I hope I don't melt away as I hear it gets crazy hot, a very dry hot, a hot that will probably make my nose bleed (pena cubed). Upon my return from Viva Las Vegas, I will hopping back on a plane headed for New Jersey.

When my body itches to go back, I MUST GO BACK. Sure, it's dirty, factory-filled, everything shuts down at 2am, but hey, at the end of the day, home is where the heart is. I miss my friends and family from there and can't wait to see them. Seeing them charges my internal batteries and I came come back to Miami feeling renewed! Besides, what if I see Teresa again......:)

Manic Monday

I wish it was Sunday...cuz that's my fun day! Well, not really because Alex comes home later now that it's summer. But Mondays are still crazy even though I'm on vacation. I want to do something for the 4th of July but I am so tan it's not even cute anymore. It's so damn hot what else is there to do? BBQ? HELLS to the no! I sweat profiosly on my forehead, I think I need botox. So I am trying to plan something last minute(typical Hispanic, right?) and trying to figure out how to download music to my IPOD. I know. I am so 2001. But hey, at least I am trying to get up to speed with this whole technology thing. I cooked and cleaned and today Alex has his cartooning class at 4:30pm. Tonight is a new episode of "Real Housewives of New Jersey" and I'm so excited. Teresa(whom we all know I love love love) will throw down with Dirty Danielle and I believe this is the episode where Ashley (Jacqueline's daughter) yanks out a chunk of Dirty D's weave! That prostitution whore! I hope she get an ass kicking too!

Kids...eek

Kids are a hoot-every single one of them. I am a proud mother and godmother, but I also work for the public school system. Seeing kids for me is a daily thing (except of course summertime, spring break, Christmas break, legal holidays, you catch my drift). As I mentioned before my son is 8, as he has changed so much since last year and the year before...and so on and so on. He used to fall asleep at 6pm and wake up the next day at 6am and I would fall asleep not to long after he would. He stopped taking naps at about 2 years old (thank you, Abuela!) and he used to eat veggies. Now, the sight of broccoli makes him cringe and he would eat pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if he could. I know they are humans too but it's crazy to see how they evolve.

Even the kids at school. 6th graders, to me, are the most annoying (for the most part). They are fresh out of elementary where they were the cool 5th graders-the leaders of the school and what not and now they are in middle school-where they still think they are cool, but they cry the first time someone takes away their electronic device. Once they have reached 8th grade, the majority have evolved into (somewhat) responsible adults. Granted some of these kids range from 13-17(yep, 17 still in middle school. gotta love that) but what a difference 2 years make!
One girl, for example, she started her 6th grade as annoying as a fly circling your food and now she is going into high school. Fresh Meat Freshman at 14 and she is such a doll. I would get her out of her boring science class or sometimes P.E. just so she wouldn't sweat and mess up her pretty hair or so she would stay awake and not die from boredom. And I didn't mind doing it either. Sure lots of other kids wondered why I would take her out and not the rest, but it was pretty simple-she was cool. The others were not. I know I am an old bag, but some of these kids bring out my youth and that's another perk about working with kids. And their compliments are SINCERE(unless they want a pass out of class).
Now once you are 23 and then you are 25, no big deal. Or 30 going on 32, not a big difference. But watching these kids evolve is a blessing (crazy, I know). I remember my days at RPHS and HML and man, was I annoying. My poor mother. But then again, one foul mouthed word, or one phone call from school (even when it was good) and my ass would be handed to me.

At the end of the school year, knowing that I affected ONE student's life is all the satisfaction I need to know that I am in the right career path. :) Crazy, but true.

All the Single Mommies, All the Single Mommies....Now Put Your Hands Up!

Maybe not all the SINGLE mommies, but mommies in general. For me, my life changed May 31, 2002. This was of course the birth of my son, Alexander. My little noodle as I called him. Now he is 8. Eight friggin' years old which means it's been 9 years since I was knocked up lookin' a damn whale. It was a horrific pregnancy-barfing til the morning I was admitted for my C-section, to bleeding from my uterine wall at 5 months, dehydration at 4 months, a lot more cysts developing inside my bubbies, being sick at LEAST once a month, getting anxiety attacks when I went to the coochie doctor-to say the least.

But all that went away after Dr. Garbios sliced my stomach open and I heard Alex's first cry (that also started another trend-me crying with ANYTHING that has to do with alex). Alex is my world and most moms I know, feel the same way about their children. And it's great. How mother's boast about their children as if their child is the very best at anything and everything. It shows pride and the endless love a mother has for their child. Granted, there are some heffahs out there who just pop out kids for the hell out it, but even fathers. They get props too. REAL fathers-the ones that care just as much as the mommy. Not those dads frontin'(know what I mean).

Pet owners-gotta give it up to them too. These animals are just like their children. The love is unconditional because well technically, they are still mothers!

Much props to us! We don't need Mother's Day to acknowledge us. Our job is year-round, daily, with the best pay...LOVE!

xoxo

Holy Balls!

Today, I got my stalk on. My nameless partner in crime and I went to Lincoln Road on South Beach and waited to see Teresa Giudice from "Real Housewives of New Jersey." We had a blast. Those couple of hours flew by between creepers, crazy Lezbot managers, and tighty whitie cottage cheese, it was off the hook. I have Teresa's book "Skinny Italian" already. I didn't take it with me because I thought I would be thrown out for not buying the book from the bookstore at that very moment. So my friend and I just stared at her and took about 245 pictures. At one point Teresa waved at me, and I shrieked like a little girl who just saw Miley Cyrus or something to that nature. Finally, when the end of the line was near we decided to get in line. Well, my friend was more ballsy then me because I was embarrassed that we weren't buying a book. So I finally get to Teresa and I start to cry. YES. CRY. And so did my P.I.C-well, to her defense, her eyes simply got watery. She could feel my emotions. She is my soul sister after all. Teresa was probably thinking I was a hott mess for shedding a few tears because she then proceeds to tell me "Aw. Come here. Let me give you a kiss." I died. again. I couldn't even remember my name!
Thank goodness for my soul sister-thanks, JANE!

Jane has the same birthday as my son, Alex. They are little twins and I love it! I gave her belated birthday gift (May 31 is their birthday) and she liked it! Even my Dr. Seuss quotes post its (Dr. Seuss is the bomb. His books are broken down for little ones, but really have deep morals in it. "Hurray for Diffindoffer Day" is a classic). In the spirit of reality tv, we decided to log on to twitter and watch Bravo clips when we got back to her house. It was fun, fabulous, and funny. Can't wait for the next stalkin' adventures...I wonder who's going to be the lucky C-List or Z-List celeb?

(This is Alex and my mom)

Television Tidbits...

I love me some reality tv. TRUST me. I Do. Once my child was born, it was my guilty pleasure. Actually, no, not guilty pleasure because everyone KNEW that I loved it. It wasn't until 2005 or so when Perez Hilton, Queen of All Media, broke some stories that reality tv wasn't real. "OH EM GEE" I thought as I anxiously read his blog and about 10 others. Oh well, I didn't care. I still watched. But as I sit here waiting for my buzz to go away so I can go to sleep, I often think about my childhood when "Friends" was the shit on Thursday night NBC and the only reality tv I knew was sports! But now in 2010, when everyone and their cats have a reality show or want to pitch a reality show, what is a good television series where there are actually actors.

Weeds, on Showtime, is the motherf*&*ing bomb. No, I am not a pothead, I really could give 3 shits if weed is legal or not, but that is one good show. Humorous, entertaining, and such a random story line, it reels you in like a fish out of a pond. Mary Louise Parker has really put her name on the map with her character, Nancy Botwin. I am only on season 4 and stuck there (thanks, Britt) but will soon resume my Weeds watching. What happened to REAL scripted shows like "Seinfeld" or "ALF" (yes, ALF, I went there. and WHAT). It ain't what it used to be, that's for damn sure. But there hope is for me. At least with "Weeds" on Showtime.

Fabulous Friday

It's Fabulous Friday, yet again. I'm catching "Real Housewives of New Jersey" reruns and just chillin' at home. Summer vacation is in full effect and the last week has been nothing but fun. Speaking of RHONJ, Teresa Giudice, America's Favorite table flipper, is coming to Miami Beach tomorrow and hopefully I will be there. This is part of my summer time stalkin. My partner is crime, who shall remain nameless, will hopefully make it out to la playa with me. It'll be hot as 3 hells at the beach, but totally worth it. I am so infatuated with reality tv, the Hollywood glam, and all that jazz. It dates back to my childhood, when my childhood friend was obsessed with E! and we always watched "Talk Soup." That was the beginning for me. Now at 30, I follow all kinds of celebrities on twitter and some actually respond to me (and yes, I scream like a little girl when they do). See ya later, Prostitution Whores!