My Little Townhouse

I moved in here about two months ago. Slowly, but surely, it has become home. Though I miss the support at my mom's house, I now see the advantages of being here. It's my place. My corner of the universe. I am queen here and what I say goes. I cook and clean, fold the clothes and maintain the fort while my husband brings in the cash. I'm happy here but I want more. I want my own HOUSE. One that I own with a big yard and room for a kennel for my dog. Right now, the backyard is being protected by my turtle, bane of her food pellets.
This part of Hialeah is interesting. There are little rinky dink houses and virtual mansions side by side. It reminds me of Colombia where houses get built on depending on the wealth of the owner. Same here. I think overtime the houses will become too expensive for the most humble of us here. You can't find anything for less than a hundred thousand anymore. You would have to go into the inner city or down south where the mosquitoes will eat you alive. It's not easy, no es facil.
God willing, by my son's first birthday we'll own something. A good something. Until then, I'm in my little townhouse...

Last Day of Summer

I've lost a lot of weight since the baby. I've gotten a lot of positive comments about my weight loss. It makes me feel good , but I'm still not satisfied. I saw a picture of me from when AI was partying hardcore. I look good and my features stand out more. I want to look like that again but healthy! My friend Nikki in PA looks good. She only does Pilates and holds down another full time job for a living. Her birthday's coming up. I sent her a card. I usually send her a little something on the side, but I couldn't afford it this time. I miss her. We used to party together in the old days. Over ten years ago now. That's a mini lifetime for us humans. I'm living my fourth decade of life and all I have are stories. It's up to me to tell them to make something of those years.

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.

1. The Road Not Taken


TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;
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Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,
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And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.
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I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

I love this poem because I believe to state my decision to not take the path well known in my life. I chose to party and live with people living an alternative lifestyle on the beach. I'm writing about it in my other blog, The Adventures of Acidia. Read it.

House Hunting

The hunt continues for a home to raise my son Zeon in. I am looking to stay in Hialeah. It is just more convenient for me to do so. I do not want to live in a piece of crap house though. I'd consider it only if it is in the Palm Springs area where the houses are usually more expensive. A fixer upper in that area would be nice. Hmmmmm, EQUITY. Yummy!
My house is out there. According to Einstein, Time is an illusion and quantum physics teaches that thoughts are energy, so my realty is a creation of my thought and what I want I already have. So I am sitting in my house right now typing in my beautiful new home with my own business surrounded by love and peace. I am planning my next fabulous vacation to an exotic destination. I am scheduled for another interview on Oprah (the first one having already happened-wink) and my Rachel Ray appearance was taped last week. Up next, Wendy Williams Show.
My book, the one that got me on these shows to begin with, is still number one on the best seller list and the movie deal is in the works. Starlets are fighting to play my character Acidia. It's a juicy role. Very complex and sexy. Muah! My stock picks are going through the roof and my IRA is maxed out. I had to switch to a traditional one because i make to much money for a ROTH. Ahh, next week my parents will come down again from their ranch in Mexico to take the kids down to their beach house in the Keys. What a life. Life is beautiful. Thanks for reading this guys, my dreams are reality. Praise to God. Amen.
Dream with me people, what you think you create. Think happy thoughts and focus them on your dream as reality, and give thanks for what you have.

The girls we were.

I was just on facebook right now. Two old friends from elementary and middle school requested me as a friend. It brought back a lot of memories. Lately, all I've been thinking about is my past and how I a have entered a new stage in my life. The fact that I have lived out what I call my extreme youth and have entered the fringes of middle age has caused a flurry of reflection of where I what to go from here. I have made a lot of mistakes, A LOT OF MISTAKES. I put myself through a lot of unnecessary pain and trouble because of a flawed mental state. I would tell people that I felt like a Lamborghini that just had one glitch in it and was stuck. I only had to fix that glitch to zoom down the highway the way I was meant to. Well, the glitch got fixed but my model is an older one! The wheels and joints need some oil to move. I just have to figure out what route to take. Talk to you later.

Hurricane Bill

Well, we got through the summer without a hitch. Looks like the fall is gonna be messy as far as storms are concerned. Hurricane Bill is imposing upon us apparently. If you watch scandalous channel seven news, its the end of the world. I moved to a different part of Hialeah, I have no idea what the flooding in my new house is like. I do know that I saw several parking lots flooded after some heavy rainstorms across the street. That's not a good sign. Then again, we are a block away from city hall, so maybe that means some preference as far as the light is concerned. We'll see.
I hate hurricanes. The last one that passed through a couple of years ago almost blew the roof off my parents house. We all had to run into the section that was new, my room, to stay dry. It was scary to say the least. Mother Nature is a mighty force. Respect her.
Talk to you later...Gigi

AHHHHHH!!!!

Hello, my peoples. I go by Gigi. Gigi Love if I want to be fancy. My hubby Oski gave me the nickname when we started going out. It just wouldn't be as fun if you knew my name.
Anyhoo, I am a brand new mother of a beautiful baby boy name Zeon, ZZ for short. I'm about to take him down to FIU for a study being conducted by the Infant Lab there. My mom wasn't too hot for the idea of someone doing any type of test on him but I thought it would be interesting. They want to test his ability to differentiate between tempos. It should be fun.
I've changed so much since I graduated high school in 1995. I used to say I'd never have kids, now I have one and two step children. I used to go to Space like it was church now I go to church, La Immaculada in Hialeah. Crazy. I guess I went through the stages of a Hialeah Girl. Gotta go to the appointment. Talk to you later.

Hia-fucking-leah.

Hia-fucking-leah.
That's what's written on a tank top I bought years ago from the one smoke shop in east Hialeah by Westland, excuse me, Westfield Mall. I can't get over the name change. Now, they have valet for crying out loud! Valet?! Hialeah?! I guess we are moving up in the world. It wasn't too long ago that we couldn't get a Starbucks around here because the per capita income wasn't high enough, now I think we have five. And the palm trees. We're planting palm trees like there's no tomorrow. It's not the gables yet, but maybe, just maybe, we'll be too fancy smanchy for the churro man one day. I hope not. Maybe that's why I'm writing this, to preserve the memory of the Hialeah I grew up in, where Tony Montana is a hero, not an antihero. Then again that goes for most of Miami, even fancy smanchy Gables.
Back to the tank top.
When i saw that tank top. I laughed my ass off. It was too perfect a statement for how many of us here, the youth, feel about growing up here. The English speaking, college bound crowd feel trapped in limbo around here. We love it and hate it. As much as many of us try to hide it, we're all a little ghetto around here. Power 96 used to DJ at our middle school for crying out loud. That was 20 years ago and DJ Laz is still king on the radio. God Bless him. Love it or hate it, Hialeah helped shape who we were. And even though I didn't see it then, I'm glad for the humility it taught me. Damn I have stories! Don't we all, but mine are mine to tell and mine alone.
Talk to you later, "bro." :P