Wedding POSTS MOVED!

Hi guys!
How have you been?
So I’ve decided to make changes to this blog.
Since I get messages about the wedding blog and a couple of you don’t know very well when it all started or get confused about what I’m writing about..
I’m moving the Blog Entries to a NEW BLOG:
myoddmarriage.blogspot.com

I will keep this blog, but I’m going to go back to my original idea of just writing my personal ideas and dilemmas here. My personal feelings, or writer inspirational moments for stories will be posted here. Anything referent to the marriage will no longer be uploaded here.

Wedding Blog:
OLD 2010/2011 Missing UPDATES that are referent to the Wedding Blog= My marriage with Gerard are posted on the new blog. Old entry that was missing an update has been updated or will be updated soon.
ALL future UPDATES will now be posted directly there. ( myoddmarriage.blogspot.com )

AFTER OCTOBER 10th, 2011
ALL The Wedding Posts will be deleted from this blog (artemiscristina.blogspot.com). Previous post will not be deleted and the account Will NOT be deleted. This will mainly just become my creative space.

How did I come up with that title for the New Blog?
Answer: Someone once mentioned that that was exactly how they saw my marriage and I have since referred to it as such. Gerry and I often say our marriage is unconventional and odd, but nevertheless there is l.ov.e.

Hope that you continue to stop by and read the updates. Feel free to suggest sites. I will try and add more of the cooking sites I’ve visited to improve my culinary skills!! Lol

Thanks for reading!!
Xoxo
Desirae

Updates! :D ...4 months till 1 year Anniversary

I keep meaning to write, but as I mentioned in my last post, my job has kept me busier than usual.

I’m still working as a teacher, I’m teacher Spanish again. I have 3 groups with 28-30 kids in each group, so most of my free time has been spent grading papers and planning activities. High school students are very hormonal. I had forgotten how dramatic seventeen and eighteen year olds are.

I know for a fact I was very dramatic in junior high school (not emotional, but I just made a big deal out of little things.)When I in junior high school I was the kind of girl who got picked last in gym, I was the girl left standing alone in the corner at school dances, I was the girl who was picked on, and I was simply the girl who did very well in school and poorly in “love”. (I hardly find high school love to be ‘real’ love. Now as I look back I think it’s more of a continued infatuation with the opposite sex.) I admit I was probably boy-crazy, but I didn’t have a boyfriend until I was in college. So by High school, I had a lot of self-defense walls up. It took me a long time to find friends whom I trusted. It took me even longer to become friends with guys.

Now here I am, married to my best friend, and I still wonder if I did well with love after all. I can’t believe that in 118 days, in four months, Gerard and I will be married for a year. Time has just gone by so fast!! We’ve had a lot of ups and downs this year. I look back now and the first few months before the wedding were very emotional, and the months after the wedding were challenging. We are still learning about each other and copping.

For the first time since we got married it’s just the two of us. Last month Bryce broke up with Gerry. Over the summer, mainly the month of June, Bryce started having trouble with his job and got very snapping with Gerry. They argued over silly things and finally there came a time when they couldn’t even stand the presence of one another. Last week Bryce officially got all of his things out of our house and moved back into his house (the people renting it left a couple weeks before, so the timing was perfect).

It has been weird these past weeks. I still speak with Bryce every Friday. I call him to check up. It became a habit while he was living with us to talk with him about what had happen during the day. I would not doubt that they will patch things up and he’ll move back in. I think they both needed a break, this past year has brought a lot of changes, and it’s good for them to get a fresh start.

Gerry is coming out of his depression and I see him very motivated at work. There hasn’t been a lot of excitement at work yet, but I know the Fall dress collection is coming out soon. I find it funny after all this time Gerard still tries to get me to dress like the models in the magazine. I tried it for awhile, but on my teacher salary it’s not worth it. So I told Gerry that if he wants me dressing that fashionably he needed to get free samples or buy it for me. That ended the discussion.

I’ve noticed that he’s taken up the hobby of photography. I think hanging around the photographers at work so much and observing how they direct the models, made him curious. He bought himself a nice Nikon digital camera. The first few pictures he took were out of focus and funny, he wanted to throw them away, but I loved the awkwardness in each picture, so I framed them. He’s gotten better at taking pictures and we have a couple very professional-looking pictures hanging on the wall in the entrance way.
I think this month he is going to start changing the small storage room in the back into a ‘red-room’ so he can develop his pictures at home. He used to take the roll to be developed at a local drug-store or sometimes at work. But he wants to be able to do it from home now.
Personally I think the room is too small, but I’ve learned not to argue with him. He has to find that out on his own…

Let’s see how that goes.

Till next time.

Xoxo

Desirae

PS. For the new readers who are just getting to know my/our story. Read from the beginning, the final days before the wedding, click the link below and start from there!!

October 1^st, 2010: http://artemiscristina.blogspot.com/2010/10/constant-updates75-days-till-wedding.html

For New Readers: Read From The Beginning

PS. For the new readers who are just getting to know my/our story. Read from the beginning, the final days before the wedding, click the link below and start from there!!

October 1st, 2010: http://artemiscristina.blogspot.com/2010/10/constant-updates75-days-till-wedding.html

xoxo

Desirae

Time passes by so fast

It's been awhile since I last wrote.
I know it's been too long.
My job has kept me busy. I've started a new school year as a teacher.
I am delighted with my job.
I am also working on a new story. A novel. My deadline is the first
week of November so I'm doing my best to write as fast as I can and
get it done.
My new students are very nice. I'm teaching tenth grade.
There are a couple new teachers in the school. I'm just getting to
know them.
Alexander is still around. He is a lot of fun to talk with.

Sometimes I can see that Gerry seems jealous of the way Alex looks at
me.

He and Bryce broke up about a month ago. That had Gerry very upset and
he fell into a deep depression. It took me a week to get him out of
the house and mingling.
That's actually a long story be I guess I will get back to that later

It is late and I need to be up by 6am.

I'll write more later.
Xoxo

Desirae

PS. For the new readers who are just getting to know my/our story. Read from the beginning, the final days before the wedding, click the link below and start from there!!

October 1^st, 2010: http://artemiscristina.blogspot.com/2010/10/constant-updates75-days-till-wedding.html

Changes

Today I donated my long hair to the Cancer society. I went to the hairdresser and had the young woman cut my waist-length hair. I haven’t my hair this short since I was in elementary school. The woman put my hair in a pony-tail and cut it at the beginning of the rubber band. It’s such a different look. It isn’t very stylish because I need it to let it grow a little longer so that when they cut it again it’s not too short.
When Gerry saw me I wasn’t sure what he thought. He kind of just stared at me trying to take in my new look. He simply said “You look different.” He’s always known me with long hair and used to tell me how much he loved it. My hair has always been my pride and I won’t lie, it was hard to give it up. But putting vanity aside, I feel good that some kid with cancer will have the chance of getting a wig made out of my hair. Besides I know my hair will grow back.
My family or friends haven’t seen with short hair yet. I wonder what they will think. Personally, I kind of feel like a soccer mom or like an older, more professional individual.
I wonder if I’ll end up keeping this look or if I’ll let my hair grow out again.

Anyway, I just wanted to offer a small update. :)

I’ll write soon again.

Xoxo
Desirae





PS. For the new readers who are just getting to know my/our story. Read from the beginning, the final days before the wedding, click the link below and start from there!!October 1st, 2010: http://artemiscristina.blogspot.com/2010/10/constant-updates75-days-till-wedding.html

Sad News on Mothers Day

Last night, the evening of Mothers day, at around 11:00p.m. I got a phone call from my parents.
My great-grandmother passed away. She was 96 years old.

I couldn’t believe it. She has been sick for awhile. It was as if she lost her will to live. It was heartbreaking to slowly see her body shut down. During the last months of her life, she mainly sat in her chair or laid in bed.

I knew she wouldn’t get better, but I never thought it would seem so sudden.

I got out of bed, still in shock over the news and walked to Gerard’s room. I knocking, figuring that the sound of the phone ringing had woken him up. He opened the door within seconds. I guess he knew something was wrong.

“Who called?” He asked as he rubbed his eyes.

“My parents, they called to let me know…” I suddenly had felt a knot building in my throat. “…that my great-grandmother just passed away.” 

In one quick motion Gerry stepped out of his room and embraced me in a hug. As soon as he did that I started crying. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry to hear that.” He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my back.

“I..” I wiped my tears away with my bathrobe sleeve. “I have to go say good-bye. They are sending her body back to her hometown tomorrow morning so she can be buried with my great-grandfather.”

“Give me five minutes to put some cloths on and brush my teeth. I’ll come with you. I’ll drive.”

Small details…He didn’t ask if I wanted him to come. He offered. He said he’d come. He wanted to be there for me.

We got dressed and drove the 30 minute drive to my great-grandmother’s home. I’m not sure I would have been able to do it on my own.

One of my biggest wishes was that she would see me get married. I am so grateful that she did. I  see it as a blessing that she was well enough to come to my wedding and stay at the reception a while. She was also so blessed to have been able to see three great-great-grandchildren on behalf of my cousin.  I couldn’t ask for more. She got to see me walk down the aisle to a wonderful man she adored when she first met him. It was selfish on my behalf to wish she could see my first child.

The drive over was silent. Gerry drove the car with one hand and held my hand with the other. When we got there it seemed like my whole family was inside. We shared tearful hugs and condolences. My great-aunt and grandmother fussed with the paperwork that was necessary to call the funerary. I walked into the bedroom. The doctor was there and had he body covered with a white sheet. It was like an eerie scene from a movie. She looked so tiny and fragile. Gerry stood behind me and put his arms around me. (Later he told me he did that because he said I looked so pale he was afraid I was going to fall.) As he hugged me, tears kept rolling down my cheeks. Time seemed to stop. I sat down next to the bed and reached out to touch the sheet covering her hand, but I stopped. I didn’t want to touch her cold skin. I didn’t want to see the woman beneath the sheet. I didn’t want to remember her like that. I wanted to remember her as happy and vivid as I’d seen her during my whole life.

It took another hour before the funerary people came and took her body away. I am so thankful to have had Gerry there with me. He didn’t say much, but his presence and support really helped me. I know my family felt the huge loss and we could support each other. But having my husband next to me was comforting.

Once the body was taken away and the arraignments were done we headed home. It was close to 4:00 in the morning. I couldn’t sleep. Even though I had to work in the morning. I went into the kitchen and made some tea. Gerry joined me and we sat on the couch and reminisced about my great-grandmother.

Eventually the emotional exhaustion and late hour tired us out and we feel asleep on the couch. We woke up a couple hours later to the smell of food. Bryce had gotten up and made us waffles and cut up fruit for us.

Needless to say the day seemed gloomy for me and tiring for Gerry. We both came home and took a nap. I woke up a little bit ago finish some random chores around the house. Now I’m just typing about my day and getting ready for a new day.

My great-grandmother was a wonderful woman. She was always smiley and giving. I’ll miss her. I’ll miss her stories. But she’ll always be present in our hearts.

 

Let your family members know you love them. Every time you see them. Tell them that you appreciate them.

 

xoxo

Desirae

Hypothetically Speaking…What if…?

 

Dear Blog

I am sitting in the eating area typing because while Gerry watches TV in the other room. I should be grading my students month exams, but I think my mind is still chewing on the conversation that Gerry and I just had.

We were sitting on the couch together watching a movie on the TNT channel. I was looking around the room, observing ‘our’ things; the sofa, the desk, the knickknacks, the carpet, the small table in the middle of the room, etc. A curious thought popped into my head.

“Gerry…” I said.

He answered with a grunt while his eyes stayed glued to the TV.

“I know its still very early in our relationship, but have you ever thought about what would happen if this didn’t work out?”

This caught his attention and he shifted to look at me. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, have you ever thought that in the future you might want to get a divorce and marry someone else?” I could see a rather dazzled and confused look in his eye.

“Why are you asking that? Where is this coming from?” he asked. “I have not thought at all about the future of this relationship. I take it day by day. I haven’t even gotten used to the idea of “us” being married.” He stared at me and then continued  “Are you having second thoughts?”

“No, no I’m not having second thoughts at all. I guess I was just curious…” I suddenly felt uncomfortable by blurring out my thoughts.

“What is on your mind?”

“Nothing really.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think that by looking around our house, I see that there are pieces still missing and in a sense it feels incomplete. As if it was empty or waiting to be packed up again.  It reminds me of all those arguments my parents used to have…”

“You’re talking about all those fights they had when they wanted to get a divorce?”

“Yes.”

“Look Rae, I know that was hard for you. But in the end they stayed together. Things were hard and uncertain for awhile with you. I remember your teary midnight phone calls. It was very hard for you. However things worked out for them, they got therapy and stayed married.”

“But…”

“But if you would like to discuss the “hypothetic situation, the what if…” we can talk about it.”

“I just need to express that, If in the future, you want out or I want out we know what might happen.”

“Sure.” He leaned closer to me and hugged me. “So, if we got a divorce who get’s this sofa?”

“You Do!! It’s your sofa and it’s the worst thing in this house…” I answered jokingly.

“Deal. That’s all I want…” He turned the TV on mute. “What do you want?”

“I would like for things to be divided equally. Whatever I buy is mine and whatever you buy is yours. Everything in my room comes with me. Everything in your room goes with you. Whatever we bought together or for the house gets sold and we split the earnings. The house gets sold and we split the earnings as well.”

“Seems like you have given this a lot of thought…”

“I really haven’t thought about it much. It is just that I went through the heartbreak of watching my parents walk through the house yelling at each other and then going through the drawls and grabbing things, saying ‘this is mine’  or ‘that’s mine’…. I hated that. I hated the possession of things they bought together or for each other. I hated the fighting. “

“I promise that if this arraignment ever has to end, we will discuss it calmly. As heartbreaking as it may be, we will do things equally. Honestly above everything. Right?”

“Yes….Thank you.”

He put his arm around my shoulder and said “stop thinking such negative things. We’ve only been married three months.”

 

I don’t know what made me think of this. I guess it was just a random thought. But its nice to know that he took it serious. It is nice to know that I can count on him.

We have said it before, but our relationship has always had to be based on honestly. Even if it hurts. No lies, no disguise.

Now I better get back to checking my students exams.

 

till next time

XOXO

Desirae

Not “I” or “Me”, but “We” and “Us”

 

Dear Blog

People have asked us how we are dealing with the new relationship, going from being best friends, to being married. I always said I wanted to marry my best friend and in this case I did. *happy face*

I tell them that usually our relationship is based on full honestly. We talk in terms of '”we”, “us” and “ours”, instead of “I”, “me” and “my”. Since we got married we try talking in a unity, act as if we were one.

I won’t lie and say that there aren’t days when we argue and have typical couple arguments. But in our relationship we know our weaknesses and we love each other for them.

We respect each other. There are times when we get on each others nerve, but one of us always says those three magic words “I am sorry”. In a lot of relationships one partner has a hard time saying that or admitting it. Gerry and I will say it and mean it. We admit our faults. We admit to be wrong when sometimes we are not. We give in to each other for the sake of not being resentful.

One thing I read in a magazine a couple years ago was that to have a successful marriage, you needed to give in to your partner and not criticize  a lot. For example, we divide the housework by areas. One week I am in charge of the moping and vacuuming, while he washes windows and dusts. While I don’t like how he dusts, I don’t complain in front of him. I give him tips, but I never go back and Re-dust. I don’t tell him he does a bad job. I will get to dust the area “correctly” or “to my liking” the following week.

Respect. If i didn’t show him that, then he would hate doing the housework around the house. He would hate ‘helping out’.

We work together. It is our home, our life. We make it work.

 

So, making things work isn’t always simple, but I would like to think that for newlyweds we get along just fine.

Till next time

XOXO

Desirae

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Let's go fly a kite'

Dear Blog

I'm getting ready to leave for work, but, I suddenly got the urge or
idea to have a picnic and fly a kite.
The weather isn't nice enought to consider flying kites anytime soon.
But maybe it would be a fun afternoon activity to do with Gerard or
the family.
Anyway I just thought I'd update an entry for today. It looks like it
might rain so I better leave soon. I hate driving in the rain.

Till next time.
Xoxo
Desirae

Our Weird Habits…

 

Dear Blog

When you live with someone there are many things that start coming into the light. It’s very much like dating. When you start dating the guy or girl is always polite, correct and dressed fashionably nice. After months or years of dating, you begin to see sides to that person that the first dates didn’t revile. (such as maybe he likes wearing wrinkled shirts all the time, or prefers sitting and watching TV rather than hiking…Or she doesn’t always wear makeup, she prefers oversized T-shirts, etc)

Well something similar seems to be happening between Gerard and I.

Our relationship has always been based on honesty, brutal honesty. Even when we were friends we were always honest and very trusting. However now that we live under the same roof there are some ‘weird’ habits that I’ve noticed he has or he has noticed I have.

Some of them are funny the others just seems unique. But I thought I’d share them with you.

Gerard’s Habits (Top 5 for now.)

1) Whenever he is deep  in thought or analyzing something he stares off into space. Then he cringles his nose, making is upper lip stick up and his right eye twitches a bit. (I’d noticed him do this years ago when we were friends, but I’m starting to realized how often he does it…I find this habit adorable.)

2) He is always rubbing the back of his neck. At first I thought maybe he was ichy on the back of his neck because his hair cut is short and I thought that when the hair grew back it bothered him. However, even with ‘long’ hair, he rubs his neck.

3) His shoes always have to be aligned in the closet: sneakers, brown shoes and then black shoes.

4) If he doesn’t walk around the block (or walk a few blocks near the house) he can’t sleep. (I’m guessing this is a good healthy habit)

5) He chain smokes whenever he has had a bad day at work.  On good days he only smokes one cigarette before dinner.

 

My Top 5 Habits… (or Habits that Gerard has pointed out that I have)

1) I always wash the dishes in a specific order:  (We don’t have a dish washer so I put them on a green drain board we have.)  First I wash the plates, then I wash the glasses (cups), then the fry pans or containers, and last I wash the silverware.  (I hadn’t noticed this but it is true!)

2) I bite the inside of my lip when I am lost in thought (daydreaming). (or whenever I am deep in thought I bite the top of my lip) (my parents always complain that I have this habit)

3) I smoke a cigarette whenever I have a writer’s block.  (guilty as charged)

4) I line up the spices in the kitchen cabinet so that they are color coordinated.  ( i think it looks nice! but it drives him nuts)

5)  I talk to myself and answer myself when I think I’m alone. I do this a lot when I’m stressed (LOL…so true….)

 

So these were some odd habits that we have noticed in each other.

Maybe I’ll add more later…as the days go by we learn new things about each other and ourselves.

till next time.

XOXO

Desirae

Remembering College

 

Dear Blog,

After work today, I while I was at the grocery store I ran into an old classmate; Anna. I was surprised to see her since, right after she graduated last semester she got an amazing job offer in England teaching a literature course.

She was back in town for a couple weeks, visiting family and picking up the last of her personal items.

While we were talking she pulled out of her wallet an old messenger conversation that Gerard and I had. I used to have that conversation in my wallet, but then my wallet got stolen and I lost it.

I hope the conversation is able to convey the “goofiness” that we had during fifth semester.

 

Anna: Here is a recount of your classmate relationship

1st and 2nd semester:

Gerard: Did you do your homework, can I see it just to make sure mine’s ok?

Rae (me!) Sure!! (OMG A NEW FRIEND!) (this is actually very true, the first time Gerry spoke to me, I was overjoyed.)

3rd and 4th semester:

Gerard: Hey so…I didn’t do my homework, can I copy yours? I will totally change stuff so it doesn’t look like I copied it.

Rae: Sure, you’re the best!

5th and 6th semester:

Gerard: B**CH GIMME YOUR HOMEWORK!

Rae: Sure thing, my dearest, dearest friend!

7th, 8th, and 9th semester:

Gerard: What we had homework? Ush, Rae you betta do it for me, I’m too busy doing nothing with my Life/Partying/Pretending I’m working on my Thesis…

Rae: No problem, you know I will always be here for you!

(Then Gerard ‘hopefully’ finished University and Rae;s life purpose is lost forever…. THE END)

 

I still laugh whenever I remember that conversation. I invited her over to the house so she can see Gerry again. Also, it’s funny showing off the house and ‘our’ new life. I hadn’t realized how much I miss her perky personality.

She is coming over sometime this week or next week for dinner. We exchanged numbers and we be in touch.

 

I was just realizing that I should write down when Gerard and I met. I quickly reviewed it when when we got engaged, but I haven’t really gone into it.

 

Till Next Time

XOXO

Desirae

One Main Goal Accomplished!

Dear Blog

Saturdays have become "clean the house" days and "grading my student's homeworks.

However today I procrastenated to do either tasks until I did something for myself.

 

I put together a 250 piece Puzzle.

 

On our honeymoon I bought a Puzzle from the gift shop in Europe. It is the picture of a famous painting (I can't remember the name right now...)

I had been meaning to put it together but I hadn't found the chance. The sealed box has been sitting on the table in our T.V. since December. I decided that today would be an excellent time to do it. I needed to get my mind off work and home. I haven't been stressed recently, but I needed to do something for myself.

I have always been a fan of puzzles big or small. Even though my parents didn't have many puzzles at home, due to the humidity problem that the house had. I never stopped enjoying looking for puzzles and dreaming that one day I would be able to take an afternoon and relax.

 

Today was that day.

Now, hours later, I kind of regret not working around the house and getting a late start on checking my students papers. BUT it was worth it.

No one really called  the phone today. Just my mom checking up on me.

Gerard was out running errans.

Bryce was off doing his things.

My in-laws kept to themselves. The whole family is going out for dinner tomorrow: his parents, and my parents.

And my agent/editor is busy re-schedualing the interview.

 

This was the best weekend I've had in awhile. Very relaxing, just taking a couple hours for myself. Totally worth it.

I recommend that at least once a month a person should allow themselves to make time for "them".

Go work out.

Go the the spa.

Sleep in late.

Read a book in bed in your P.J.'s.

Work on a puzzle.

Play a board game.

 

Just take some time to pamper yourself and stay worry free. It helps.

At least I think so.

 

So one goal down: Taking time just for myself.

 

Now I better get a start on checking my students work... tomorrow I'll work on the house.

 

Till tomorrow!

XOXO

Desirae

 

 

Midnight calls aren't always bad

Dear Blog
I always assumed that receiving a phone call at Midnight meant bad news...however, I just got one of the most exciting phone call in my life.
My agent just called to say that my novel has been on the #4 Best sellers list this month (so far!)
ahhhhh!!!
She also told me that I am going to be interviewed this weekend to discuss my book and how it feels to be #4 on the Best Sellers this month!
I couldn't be more excited!!
I can't wait to tell Gerry and my family later in the morning!!
YEY!!

Oh wish me luck!!
I'll write more later!

XOXO
Desirae

He says Out, I Say In

Dear Blog

So, it's been a L-O-N-G day. Here is a quick update of what happened yesterday evening after Alex left and this morning while talking to Gerard.

Gerard really liked Alex and keeps joking with me, that we would be perfect together. However I tell him that it's not that way.

"He is my co-worker. We work together and he isn't my type..." I told him this morning while I sipped my cup of coffee.

"Oh, that's right... He's straight. I keep forgetting your type is the kind you can't have."

"Ouch!" I laughed. "That's low!"

"Remember everyone loves you...well, maybe except straight guys." he smiled and hugged me. "Well...maybe that straight guy likes you."

"I seriously doubt it. Anyway, he knows I am married. He wouldn't dare break up a marriage..."

"Oh, darling, you live in a pink bubble...If he wants you." He looked me straight in the eye. "I won't stand between you two..."

"Well I will stand against it...I'm IN the marriage... I told you, if you're going to 'cheat' on me it has to be with Bryce or no one at all."

Gerry shrugged and took the last cup of coffee. "I thought I was suppose to be the husband in this scenario, not the wife."

"Oh, don't worry...you're not the wife."

"Well, I don't feel like the husband."

"No...you're the other man. My husband is Gerard Butler." I pointed to the picture frame sitting by the entrance. I am inlove with that actor. I know it's off to have a picture of a celebrity at the entrance of the house, but I haven't found a decent picture of Gerry and I to put in that picture frame.

Laughing at my insanity Gerry said goodbye and left for work...

 

 

It's been a long day! I'll write more later!

Till tomorrow!

XOXO

Desirae

 

 

It’s All About Looks

Dear Blog

What a hectic day it’s been!!

I went to work this morning at 8:30. My first class was at 9:00, I over slept and ended up getting dressed in a hurry!

I really enjoy teaching the children. It makes getting up early fun. I look forward everyday to seeing my students and co-workers.

I have made various friends. The history teacher, Janeth,  is the sweetest lady I’ve ever met. We have the same lunch hour, so I usually sit with her. She always has take-out food with her and she is very THIN!! I envy her soo much! She is one of those persons that can eat anything and everything and their body Never shows it. I would kill for a body like that. If I don’t work out one day, you can notice. Janeth is very sweet and says I look wonderful as I am. It’s wonderful to have a gal friend at school. She is very helpful when I have a doubt referent to the books or the classes I have to teach.

I have  also been getting along very well with Alexander “Alex”, the computer teacher. He is probably the only other teacher, besides Janeth,  that is close to my age. Most of the other teachers are in their mid thirties early forties. I believe Bruce is 27 years old. It is a lot of fun to talk with. He is almost probably the most positive person I’ve met. It doesn’t matter how bad the day may seem he has a positive outlook on life. He is also the only teacher that has the same free hours as I do. Except that his lunch hour is an hour after mine, so I always run into him as I’m leaving. Somehow he found a way to make that work to his advantage, in the morning before my first class he give me money for me to order his lunch. And in the afternoon before I leave the cafeteria I order his meal and by the time he gets there his food is ready.  (Janeth says that I’ve become a fully trained wife, since I’m always looking out for the guys. I laugh at the idea…I hadn’t thought of it that way….)

Today, Alex was a HUGE help!! During last period, as I was taking my students to the library so they could find books for their homework, I tripped on a step and pretty much landed on my face. Lucky I only scratched my elbow and arm. However as I fell, my glasses slipped off and felt to the ground, smashing into pieces. I was so upset! I didn’t have any spare! I take pride in the fact that since I started wearing glasses in Elementary school that I have never lost or broken a pair.

Unfortunately, now I broke my glasses and found that I was in very Big trouble. My students ran to make sure I was ok as I laid on the ground trying to laugh at myself and not feel embarrassed. One of my students ran to get the nurse and another one ran and got Alex. He ran out of his classroom.

“Mrs. Valdespino, are you ok?” He asked and he helped me to feet.

“Yes, yes…I must have stepped wrong. I’m ok. Nothing major. I’m just a klutz.” I brushed the dust off my cloths. “Unfortunately my glasses suffered. I can’t see very well.”

“Do you have a spare?” Alex asked as he lead me to the library and got my students in order.

“No” I answered embarrassed. “I’ve always been very careful with my eye glasses. I’ve never lost them or broken them… Oh gosh! How am I going to get home?!”

“Do you want me to call your family? Or your husband?”

“Thank you. I can call them.” I smiled. “I’m not too blind. I think I can manage to dial my parents. I think my mom might be able to take me to buy some new glasses. Gerry is busy. I don’t want to bother him.”

“Ok.” He lingered in the doorway. “If you want, I can give you a ride. I know a great little inexpensive eye glass shop that can have your glasses ready in a couple hours. It is downtown, but I can take you if you like. I actually have to go to the shop today at 3:30. I order some new frames and I need to pick them up.”

“You wear glasses?”

“Only on the weekends. I prefer wearing contact lenses. the rest of the time”

“I would have never guessed that…”

“So, would you like me to take you?”

“Yeah, that would be great. Thank you…”

We met in the teachers room after our classes were done. He drove my car to a parking lot across the school so that my car wouldn’t get locked into the school grounds. I mentally made sure that the car was in decent order… (geez! I can’t remember!)

We went in his car to the store. It was very nice, a couple blocks above the street where Bryce took me to order my wedding dress. I’ll have to mentally try and find this place again.

Alex was very nice taking my arm and leading me through the street.

True to his word, that eye glass shop was a very nice place, inexpensive and an hour later I had a new pair or glasses.

What do you think? I think they look more sophisticated than my older ones… They did cost a bit hunk from my paycheck, It Was Worth It!

I invited Alex for dinner as a way to Thank Him for his help. He said it wasn’t necessary, but I insisted that he come. We went back to pick up my car and he followed me to the house. I put some chicken in the oven, cut up potatoes to make scallop potatoes and started cutting up some salad. As I made dinner noticed the time on Alex’s wrist watch.

“Oh my! Does your watch say it’s 8:30 already? I hadn’t noticed! The chicken won’t be done for another hour! I’m sorry! I didn’t realize it was so late…I would have made something faster.”

Alex chucked and looking down at his watch he said. “No, don’t worry, it is only 5:50. My watch doesn’t work. The battery died about 3 months ago, but I haven’t changed it… I always use my Blackberry to check the hour…

“So why do you wear a watch?”

“It’s a Swatch Desirae! It’s fashionable!” He said showing me his shinny silver watch. “It looks nice. It’s all about looks.”

I smiled…”You sound like my husband. He loves wearing fashion brands…I think he’s job requires that he knows a lot about those topics. I use to always notice what…or Who he was wearing… I’m more practicable. The cheaper the better, If it doesn’t work, fix it or toss it out. If Gerry was here he would probably scold me for saying such things…” I added with a smile.

“Where did you say Gerard works? At a fashion magazine?”

“Yes. Head supervisor.”

Just as I was saying that, I heard the front door click. Gerry was home early.

“Honey, who’s car is parked out in the driveway…” Gerard only calls me Honey, when he isn’t sure of who is on the premises.

“Welcome home.” I walk to the front door to greet him. “Love, I invited Alex, my co-worker, to stay for dinner. You don’t mind do you?”

Gerard walked with me into the kitchen, and kissed me swiftly on the lips. “No, I don’t mind at all. It’s nice to have company.

Alex got out of his seat and shook hands with Gerard. “Hey. I’m Alexander. How are you?”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Dinner should be ready in about another half hour. Why don’t you guys sit in the eating area or watch TV while I finish cleaning up here.”

“Sure…” my husband lead  Alex into the other room. “Hey Rae… did you get new glasses?”

I told him about my accident at school and how Alex helped. Gerry answered by admitting that the glasses looked very good on me. I couldn’t have felt prouder.

So we had dinner and a lovely evening. Perhaps this may sound cruel or even wrong, but I have to admit that for just one evening, it was wonderful talking with a straight guy. I love Gerry and adore my time with Bryce. But sometimes it is nice to talk about random daily things with a guy who isn’t criticizing what you are wearing.

Alex is someone I hope I will be friends with for awhile. I find myself very trusting around him, and he seems to be very relaxed. Gerry has always gotten along with my friends, but as I watched him talk with Alex, I noticed he seems a lot more at ease.

Maybe I’ll invite Alex and his girlfriend over one day… I think he has a girlfriend…

Anyway, I better go to sleep. I have another early class tomorrow.

Till Next Time

XOXO

Desirae

 

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Paul Zerdin and Sam

This had me laughing for hours. Feel free to check out this video on
YouTube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujDLNG9ckFo

Xoxo
Desirae

NEW JOB!!

Dear Blog

I got a new job!! Teaching Spanish at a public school! I could not be any more excited or happy about this! Yey!

Things are finally starting to look up. The school is about a 45 minute drive from the house, but the hours are great and the salary is decent.

The school called me this morning and scheduled an interview for this afternoon. I was very excited and didn't hesitate. They were looking for a new Spanish teacher because the one they had working there unfortunatly had a family emergancy and ended up moving back to Madrid. The school had already promised the parents Spanish classes for the students, so they needed to find a replacement.

I don't mean to brag, but the director liked me so much he hired me on the spot. I will be teaching Spanish in Elementry school grades 3rd and 4th. (there are only three groups per grade so it's not too bad.)

I start next week. This allows me to have the rest of the week to study up on the material and prepare lesson plans for my students.

 

I am so excited!! Gerard seemed to proud to hear that I finally found a job. My parents even sounded excited for me.

Things are starting to look up. Tomorrow I have to go to the publishing house and look over some details about my newest book and then I'll have the rest of the day free to work on lesson plans.

I hope this job continues to work out as a dream!!

 

Till Next Time

xoxoxo

Desirae

Uploading several entries

Dear Blog

It has occured to me that perhaps it would be best to upload various entries instead of one long summary of what has happened during the day?

What do you think about that?

 

xoxo

Desirae

Business and Gardening

 

Dear Blog

Gerard just told me that he has to go on another business trip this weekend. Things at his job are working out very well for him. I couldn’t be prouder. I had his suite sent off to the dry cleaners so it would be ready for his trip this weekend.

I probably should iron some of his shirts as well…

 

My mother-in-law stopped by the house this morning. She promised to help me with the garden out back. It felt weird having her teach me about gardening…I always imagined that when I started gardening in my own house that My mother would be the one teaching me. I guess I’m also adapting to the idea of having a mother-in-law.

It’s very true what they say about getting married… you don’t just marry the person you love, but you marry their family as well.

I have to say that in the last year, Gerard’s mother has proven to be a better mother-in-law than I would ever imagine.

 

Till Next time

xoxo

Desirae

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It catches up.

Dear Blog

Just a quick update.

I was going through my old diaries and I found this entry that I wrote during my first year of college. It was written a while after I met Gerard and we had began to seriously hang out.

I was at dinner with my parents and talking with my dad.

Me: Gerard’s girl friend graduates in two months and she already has her own restaurant set up…

Dad: His girlfriend?

Me: Well, his gal friend… His Facebook status says that they are engaged, but that’s just a joke. He says there isn’t anything serious between them.

Dad:…oh…Are you going to marry him?

Me: What? No! (nervous laughter) What makes you say that?

Dad: He is always around you. You two always are hanging out. It just seems like you are holding off for something more…

Me: He is just a friend dad…Pleazz… I’m still in college, I’m not even thinking about getting married.

 

I said I wouldn’t and I did.

And who would have known…. Dad does know “best”. Or at he kind of guessed the future. I did end up marrying my best friend. I guess the past “I’ll never” does catch up with you.

Lol.

Till Next time.

XOXO

Desirae

Lazy Day with Bryce

Dear Blog

I am a movie addict. I was sitting in our half-furnished TV room watching “How to lose a guy in 10 days” when the doorbell rang. (I was feeling lazy today, so I didn’t have anything fancy on. I was wearing my over-sized green V top and favorite black sweat pants along rainbow colored winter socks. I think I had my hair pulled back in a rubber band (and my hair is waist length long). I basically looked like a mess. )

I got up to answer the door and was greeted by Bryce. Normally he is very smiley, but as he stared back at me, he looked like he’d been hit by a train.

“Hey Bryce! Come in.”

He walked in and shook my hand. “Hi Rae. I don’t want to get to close to you; I think I am coming down with a cold. I don’t want you to get sick as well…”

“Oh, don’t be silly. I won’t get sick and even if I do, I do not mind. I don’t have to worry about getting up for a job, so I’ve got plenty of time to stay in bed being sick.” I gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “It’s great that you stopped by. I was just watching a movie on television. But it’s great to have company.”

“I won’t stay long; I just stopped by to say ‘hello’ and see if you have any apple cinnamon tea. The store doesn’t have anymore and I know you always stock up on that tea.”

I laughed. I am addicted to apple cinnamon tea. I cannot get enough of it. Gerard hates that tea, so it is a little guilty pleasure that I can enjoy. Bryce likes that kind of tea as well, so it’s nice to have someone else that shares my taste in tea. I had just bought 4 boxes of apple cinnamon tea (each box has about 24 bags.) I walked to the pantry and brought out a box for him.

“Here you go. Keep the box. You don’ know when the store will have the tea again. Treat yourself to some delicious tea while you are sick.”

Smiling he took the box from me. I could tell that he didn’t feel well.

“Bryce, why don’t you stay a while and have a cup of tea with me. I’ll make us chicken soup for lunch and some grill cheese sandwiches.” I put my arm around his arm. “What do you say?”

“I don’t want to bother you…”

“Oh, it isn’t a bother at all. I am alone here, and I was about to make myself some tea.” I pulled him towards the couch in the TV room and put a blanket around him. I put two cups of teas to heat up in the microwave and looked for some tissues. When I walked back into the room, he had his head leaning back against the couch and he’d wrapped himself up in the blanket. I handed him his cup of tea and sat down next to him. We stared at the TV for a few minutes and let the sound coming from the movie echo through the room. Slowly he put his head against mine.

“I miss them…” he said.

I didn’t have to ask who he was talking about. I knew he was talking about his parents. Two and a half years ago, his parents were accidently killed in crossfire between policemen and drug dealers. They were at the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a horrible day. Gerard had been the one who went with him to identify the bodies. I don’t know the details, (and I never asked) but the funeral was close-casket, all I know is that that image haunts Bryce. (I wouldn’t doubt that it will haunt him until the day he dies.) Bryce, like me, is an only child. He didn’t have anyone else. His grandparents and uncles have been taking turns checking in on him. During the months that followed after their death two of Bryce’s older cousins moved in with him at his parents’ house. But eventually they moved back out and continued with their life. Bryce has been living there alone for about a six months now. I think he is fixing the house so that he can rent the house and have roommates.

I have told Bryce that he can always come and stay with us in our new home. He is more than welcome to stay overnight or weekends. He says he will take up the offer some day, but he can’t stay away from his home more than a couple days.

Now as he sits beside me, my heart breaks. He is sick and needs pampering and love. I lean closer to him and hug him. I kiss the top of his head and hold him in my arms while I rub his back. Eventually I heard him breathing steadily and I knew he’s fallen asleep. Gently I moved off the couch and went in the kitchen.

Bryce slept for about an hour and a half, when he finally woke up, he looked rested. He ate the chicken soup and grill cheese sandwich that I made for lunch/dinner.

I am grateful that my mother taught me small things in the kitchen so that I was helpful for Bryce today. The rest of the evening Bryce and I sat on the couch in front of the heater talking and laughing at old memories. It was a lazy day with my best friend.

“Bryce…” I said as I stretched my legs on the lazy-boy chair we have in the room.

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He answered smiling. He looked at his wrist watch and started to get up off the couch. “It is getting late and I think it would be best if I got home. I have an important meeting tomorrow at the studio. Thank you for the meal…”

“You don’t need to thank me. You know you are welcome here any time. It was nice hanging out today.” I walked him to the door and handed him a Tupperware with leftover chicken soup. “If you still feel bad by Monday, you should go to the doctor. Take it easy tomorrow. It’s Saturday, you still need to rest.”

He chuckled to himself. He looked a lot better than when he arrived earlier. I think he just really needed to rest and enjoy a homemade hot meal.

“Thank you again for having me. You are a saint.” He gave me a long hug and walked to his car. The house suddenly feels empty and sad. Gerard will be home in about 2 hours, but I feel alone right now.

I had started doing laundry earlier, but when Bryce came I completely forgot. As I put the wet clothes from the washing machine into the dryer my mind wanders into a state of limbo. I mentally go over what has happened during the day and think back to how far my friendship with Bryce and Gerard has come.

My train of thought gets interrupted when I hear my cel phone ring. I read on the call ID that it’s my agent.

“Hello?”

“Desirae! I’ve got wonderful news for you.” My agent said in a

“Really? What is it?”

“Your novel, “Heart Be True” has just gotten approved and goes into printing on Monday!! By Thursday your book will be in every bookstore!”

“Yes! Thank you! Thank you sooo much!” I jumped up and down in excitement. “That IS wonderful news!”

“We are proud of you…”

“I hope it lives up to my previous novel.”

“Oh, you don’t worry about that!” She said. “By the way, have you found a job yet?”

“No. Not yet.”

“Listen, my nephew goes to the “LongVille* School” I heard they are hiring teachers. Why don’t you apply there?”

“I’ll take it into account! Thanks!”

“You are welcome. I have to go doll. But enjoy your evening and celebrate!”

I’m going to jump in the shower and get dressed up. I’m going to tell Gerard that we are going out for dinner. I don’t care if it’s a fancy restaurant or just to the local hamburger spot. My novel is hitting the stores soon and I am so excited!!

Till next time.

XOXO

Desirae

*Name changed for privacy reasons.

Tell me a lie… “I don’t Love You”

Dear Blog

Is it just me? Or was the phrase that Gerard took from the movie “Burlesque” just simply romantic?

Me: Tell me a lie.

Him: I need your cooking savvy to make dinner.

Me: Tell me a different lie.

Him: I don’t love you.

 

I am insanely happy tonight.

xoxo

Desirae

Understanding Independence

Dear Blog

I have not updated in a LONG time!!!

Married life has kept me busier than usual. A couple big events have happened since I last wrote on the 5th.

I was fired from my job on the 10th. I was devastated. (I still am a bit devastated. I’d been working there for 4 years teaching/tutoring Spanish.) The school went bankrupt and was unable to pay teachers. I was ‘lucky’ enough to get paid some compensation since I’d been working there for so long.

A week later a new owner bought the building and it is scheduled to be demolished soon. I think they are planning on opening a commercial center.

Starting a new life and unemployed has added a bit of drama. My parents told me that things would get better and that maybe this was a blessing in disguise.

Since I haven’t been able work and job openings are scarce, I dedicated myself to being a complete housewife. All the boxes are unpacked and most of the knickknacks are placed around the house. The house is still missing furniture in certain areas. I think that the Bedrooms and Kitchen/eating area are the only areas that looked like they are lived in. The dinning room has 3 different folding tables leaning against that wall and two medium wooden cabinets (one that belonged to Gerard’s mother and one that my parents bought us) where we keep the new chinaware that we received as a wedding present.

The living room has an old sofa that Gerard had in his room. Everyone says that there is one particular item that guys love and their wives hate. The sofa is the one item I hate. It is a black suede couch that has silver and blue zig-zags through it. It is too modern for our house. If I could find a way to make it disappear (burn it!) I would. But Gerry L-O-V-E-S the couch. He told me that when he got his first pay check that was what he bought. (I think that if he paid more than 10 dollars for it, he got ripped off… Have I mentioned I hate it?) I tried putting a nice blanket over it, but he takes it off every time. It is the most uncomfortable couch to sit in. I guess we are lucky that we don’t have many visitors yet. As soon as I get a new job and I pull in a decent salary I am buying us a living room set.

The office is set up with two desks so that each one of us can get work done. Gerry doesn’t work much at his desk at home, he does a lot of his work at the office. I am guessing that in the end the office is going to become more like the Library (and my small office, since I work A LOT in the office.)

We just got internet and cable hooked up a week ago. Apparently some wires were messed up and the electrician had to come over and inspect the house. Now I can happily check my emails from the comfort of my home, without running down to the local Starbucks and buy a $5 dollar coffee just to check my emails.

Anyway, staying at home has been keeping me busy. I am not sure if I enjoy the 100% stay-at-home-wife. I miss getting up early in the morning to go teach classes. There are some days when I feel like I’m going crazy. But in general, I guess it still feels like I’m in a honeymoon.

Everyone says that marriage is an adjustment. I couldn’t agree more. Gerry and I are getting use to living together, learning to co-live. He puts up with my constant nagging of cleaning up and I put up with his disorganization.

There are a lot of things that we are learning to accept about each other. However there is this one thing that Gerry does that bothers me… He doesn’t call anymore when he’s at work.

He used to call me once or twice a day…and it made me feel special that he was so considerate. I don’t need for him to call me every second, we are living together, I see him in the morning and at night. What bothers me is that he doesn’t call to tell me when he’s going out to lunch or dinner with his friends. He doesn’t call to tell me when he’ll be staying late at the office.

Maybe I am overreacting, maybe it is not a big deal. But I grew up as an only child and I was required to always check in with my parents. If I was going to be late, if I was going to a movie, if I was having lunch at school or home, etc. I had to always tell someone my thoughts and my actions.

Gerard grew up more independent and free. He never checked in. (and if he did, it was always the next day.)

I am not asking for him to call me All The Time. All I ask is for him to be considerate of me. Twice this past week I have cooked dinner and waited for him to come home. He arrives at 11:30 and tells me he has already eaten. It hurts me, because I plan a nice dinner and I feel like a fool waiting for him. I wonder if he knows that I worry for him. I worry when I don’t hear from him. I try calling him and a lot of times his cel phone is out of range or he simple doesn’t answer.

We have spoken about this topic already, but I wonder if he really understands me. I’m not being neurotic, I just want to know if I should be expecting him in the evening for a family dinner. I just want for him to check in with me.

I guess I am just learning the hard way that he has always been free and never had someone checking in with him so much. I am understanding his independence from everyone. However, he’s not alone anymore. He has me. He has to know that there is someone waiting everyday to hear from him; good news and bad news.

Marriage is harder than I thought. (And I think this isn’t even the beginning of what may come… oh gosh….)

Till next time.

Desirae

aka. Mrs. Valdespino