Randoms. Just Because.

* Music is best when listened to LOUD.

* Walking in the rain is beaten only by walking in the snow.

* A good run makes me feel great.

* Birthdays rock almost as much as celebrating them.

* I'm a complete neat freak, except when I decide to be a lazy slob.

* I have no patience for puzzles but I can spend hours with a book.

* A good laugh is the best ab workout. Ever.

* Shopping is boring.

* Jon Stewart is my favorite American news source.

* My family is insane. I love them for it. And, I need to make sure they know it.

* School is my first love.

* If I don't write it down, chances is are I'll forget about it within 30 seconds.

* I love spending time with my sisters.

* I like to make people happy. I just need to remember not to sacrifice who I am in the process.

* Easter is my favorite holiday. It's all about hope, right, Shayla?

* When I was younger, I hated New Years Eve; time passing scared me. I was afraid that people would die.

* Ever since my brother died I've struggled with understanding why. And sometimes, I feel horribly guilty that it wasn't me.

* Rollercoasters scare me.

* Belfast is my favorite place in the world.

* I need to learn that it really doesn't matter what people think.

* My favorite color is blue.

* Magazines: the Economist. National Geographic, the New Yorker.

* Movies: Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers.

* Music: My ipod has the most eclectic mix ever. I love Snow Patrol. OTH has some great music.

* Greatest fear: I'm terrified that I'll never find my purpose in life.

* The people you love leave so many empty spaces when they fly away. It's impossible to fill them.

* I need to take more risks.

*Life is too short. I've learned that you can't wait for it.

It's been a while

Apologies for the delay in posting. I was in Spain for the holidays and then came home to loads of catch up at work and a surgery last Monday to remove what ended up being a 10cm cyst. Not. Fun. But the inability to sit over the last few days did give me a great excuse to sleep in a lot and catch up on almost all of One Tree Hill. (Now all I have left are Season 5 and the first few episodes of Season 6). Thank goodness for that, eh?

It's weird to think it's a new year. This last week of house arrest and percocet has almost had me forget that there's a world outside my room. I'd share my New Years resolutions, but I'm not brave enough for that yet. I'm too afraid that if I did that now, I'd end up failing on them, so I'll just promise to think about them and to make this year a really good one.

Before I sign off for the night, please keep my very special friend, Ylaria, in your thoughts. Her parents are afraid she may have relapsed NB (again) and they need as many prayers and good thoughts as possible right now. We love you, Ylaria!

Jennifer, here's the survey

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping paper, definitely.

2. Real tree or artificial? Real. I love the smell.

3. When do you put up the tree? We get it around this time. My mom's birthday is Dec 11 so we make it a birthday thing.

4. When do you take the tree down? As the good Spaniards we are, we celebrate Three Kings Day on Jan 6. So after that.

5. Do you like eggnog? I echo Jennifer on this one: Never even had it! (That said, I did read the ingredients and egg yolk, corn syrup and milk sound absolutely repulsive.)

6. Favorite gift received as a child? My American Girl doll, Kirsten, probably.

7. Hardest person to buy for? My sister, Ana. She buys herself whatever she wants so it can get tricky.

8. Easiest person to buy for? I don't think I can really answer this one at the moment. It always takes me too long to think about what anyone would really like. But, for now, I'll say I really like to shop for Ylaria and Shayla. It makes me feel like a kid again.

9. Do you have a nativity scene? My mom worked in a Catholic school for 10 years-ish. The question is not do we have ONE, but how very many do we have? It's a little ridiculous. I insisted this year that there was only ONE Jesus, but we still put out all 5 or whatever.

10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Definitely mail. It's the only time of year I get letters in the mail that don't tell me how much money I owe.

11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Underwear all with the different days of the week on it. I'm not even joking. As a 7 year old, I was MORTIFIED.

12. Favorite Christmas Movie? Oh, I love the cartoon classics, like How a Grinch Stole Christmas, the Year Without a Santa Claus, Frosty, Twas the Night Before Christmas....

Where did #13 go?

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Most likely.

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? At Christmas my family generally eats: shrimp, lobster, clams, octopus, cow, some kind of fish, some other dead animal, and an insane amount of desserts. I love to eat it all. Unfortunately. But at least it gives me a great New Years Resolution to start the year with, right?

16. Lights on the tree? Hand down yes. I love colored lights on the tree but this year we went with only white which was nice too.

17. Favorite Christmas song? Too many to count and it totally depends on my mood. Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas" is a favorite for very sentimental reasons. I love the classics, O Come All Ye Faithful, Joy to the World, Coventry Carol, Los Peces en el Rio, and John Lennon's War is Over is pretty great. Lastly, even though it's more an Advent song, I love "O Come, O Come, Emmanuel".

18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Wherever my family is. Home for Christmas is my favorite.

19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen. But do you recall, the most famous reindeer of all? Rudolph!! (Jennifer, I just kept your response here).

20. Angel on the tree top or a star? We've always had an angel. My aunt made it for my mom years ago.

21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? We exchange family gifts on Christmas Eve at midnight (My family gets together on Christmas Eve. Christmas Day is usually for Mass and hangover recovery.) "Santa" (yes, my mom STILL insists on writing his name on gifts), gifts are opened on Christmas morning.

22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Too many people in NYC. I don't like to shop as it is...unless it involves a bookstore.

#23? What is it with this quesionnaire and 3s?????

24. Favorite for Christmas dinner? Please read response to #15.

25. What do you want for Christmas this year? A few good books and iTunes music would be great.

26. Who is most likely to respond to this? Ummm....well, I'm not even sure if anyone besides Jennifer reads this blog, so I have no idea.

27. Does Santa wrap your gift or leave them unwrapped? Wrapped. Always. How could he ever leave them unwrapped??!?!!? For a man who works one night a year, that'd be ccompletely unacceptable.

This is the House. This is the Memory.

There is a house a block away from mine that at Christmastime reminds me of my brother.



You may think this is odd, seeing as it's not our house and I don't even know who lives there and I had never even seen it until 12 years after Manny died. But, it reminds me of what our house looked like and felt like on his last Christmas with us. It's not because we had the same moving reindeer, or the same wreath or the same lights. To be honest, I have no idea what it is exactly that makes this house so special. But, for whatever reason, it reminds me of moments, memories and feelings. It reminds me of Manny.

I remember how excited Manny was that Christmas. He was home and we were happy. I remember how he kept asking dad to put up more and more and more lights on the house. And I remember that at one point while we were decorating, a neighbor came out to put up more lights and Manny said (to my sisters and me, not the neighbor): "You think you can beat us. We'll put up more lights than you." And we did. It was my very favorite Christmas.

And so, at Christmastime for the last two years, I have found myself standing in front of that house at night when all of the lights are on, and crying. Because, beyond all possible reason, I want it to be December 1994, and I want to be decorating the house with my brother, and I want to still believe, with all my heart, that a world without him in it simply cannot exist. That his death is, literally, impossible, implausible, and unimaginable. I want the hope that he will live. I miss that hope. I miss my Manny. So very, very much.

Advice Needed

It has come increasingly to my attention that I have a problem. This observation is not a new one, I know but I feel compelled to share it in the hopes that someone can shed light on a solution.

I'm addicted to books. Seriously.

Yesterday, I was waiting to meet up with my cousin to go to dinner and (as is my norm), I spent the 20 minutes I had to kill in Barnes and Nobles. AND, as is also my norm, I left with a new book in my bag. 20 minutes. TWENTY MINUTES.

I'm at a loss. This happens every single time. I was once only running into a B&N I happened to be passing to ask a question and grabbed an interesting looking book on my way to the Customer's Service counter. I kid you not.

Any advice provided will be greatly appreciated. My bookcase has absolutely no room left. Not to mention that fact that as a non-profit worker, my bank account cannot support this addiction.

To prove my point. I include the picture below. I'm the 4 year old smiling like it's Christmas because it's time to go to school...

No, I love YOU!

Last night, Ylaria told me that she loved me. I don't think I could ever really explain what it meant to hear her say that.




It was so unexpected. We were being goofy at dinner and she started whispering "secrets" in my ear. It took me a moment to realize she had said "I love you". When it was my turn, I whispered the same to her, at which point she looked at me confused and said, "No, I love you." And I replied, "I love you too." Apparently, this was not acceptable because she turned to me and said in a loud voice, "NO, I (pointing to herself) love YOU!" (pointing to me). It was priceless. I laughed. And simply agreed with her, "Ok, Ylaria, you win. You love me."

But, I know I won too. And I still love you, Ylaria.

Yes We Can. Yes We Did.

All I can say today is: YES WE CAN...AND WE DID!

It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.

Yes we can.

It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom.

Yes we can.

It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.

Yes we can.

It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.

Yes we can to justice and equality.

Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity.

Yes we can heal this nation.

Yes we can repair this world.

Yes we can.