El Mercado

People always give me a hard time for not going grocery shopping alone. Today I finally did it. Well, I should admit not by choice. Mr.Andrade is away in Korea and Sam I am ended up falling so asleep so my sister had to stay behind. I did not enjoy my trip to the grocery store one bit. It totally sucked. I felt lonely and it only made me miss Mr.Andrade more. To make matters worse when I get home I find the new neighbors being all cutesy in the laundry room. Can't wait for my beau to get back. I'm looking forward to having some brews and hot wings with him. It's one of our many things.

Mari-Novios

This is something I've wanted to blog about for sometime now. I kept going back and forth about it because I didn't want to offend anyone and I didn't want it bite me in the arse. I realized today I try to keep my blog very P.G. 13 to make sure it won't get me in trouble. Actually, I've known for awhile. Having said that I hope no one's feelings get hurt or no one gets offended with this.

I love my boyfriend with all my heart and soul. I love him beyond words. There is no one I'd rather be with. Even when he annoys the hell out of me and I want to sock him in the face! Anyone who knows me would completely agree. We are boyfriend and girlfriend not husband and wife. Yes, we live together and have a daughter. We are a beautiful family but again, we are not husband and wife. When I introduce him to people I don't say this is my husband, I say this is my boyfriend. I know it sounds totally ridiculous to some but it's true. My boyfriend will say I'm his wife. I won't lie and say I don't like it. Of course I like it but it's not true. I also won't sit here and lie and say I NEVER refer to my boyfriend as my husband. There are certain times when I have to say he is my husband. That being business calls. If I say I'm his girlfriend a lot of the time people won't talk to me because I'm not the "wife" so I am forced to lie and say I'm his wife.

I guess I don't understand why people assume because you live together or have a child together that automatically makes you married. No, it doesn't. You are not married. Legally you have no rights to each other (at least in California) and you can't even add each other on your insurance forms. I'm not saying that my way of thinking is correct. This is simply my opinion. People still call Mr.Andrade my husband after I openly explain to them he is not. They tell me they think it's silly calling him my boyfriend when we have a child and live together. Perhaps it's true. It is silly but I don't want to say Mr.Andrade is my husband if he isn't. I don't mind other people saying he's my husband. I think it's cute.

Maybe one day I'll cave and start referring to Mr.Andrade as my "husband" but I doubt it. I've always felt strongly about this topic even before him and I had a child together. When my mom and I would gossip about certain people who live together and have kids she'd say "so and so's husband/wife" and I would immediately correct her and say "oh, you mean boyfriend/girlfriend" she'd either chuckle or say "ok, su mari-novia/mari-novio" which I really wouldn't know how to explain in English. Funny thing is my mom knows better than to call Mr.Andrade my husband. She'll refer to him as "tu pareja" which means "your partner" it doesn't bother me at all. I appreciate the fact that my mother is very respectful of my opinion. Our opinions tend to differ a lot of times but at least we agree on this. At least I think we do.

Where A Kid Could Be A Kid

Today I decided to take Sam I am to Chuck E. Cheese. I realized I had never taken her there. I'm really not sure why I haven't. I guess it just never occurred to me. Weird, I know. I wanted to take her to Disneyland originally but figured I'd change it up a bit. I feel bad sometimes because we don't go out much. I figure she's a kid and needs to roam free. With her dad away right now (he's in Korea due to work) I don't want her getting down. The first couple of nights were hard on her. She refused to go to bed without her dad being home. Now every time someone knocks on the door she screams "Papi! Papi!" to soon realize it's not her beloved dad. So now I'm trying to take her out as much as I can. Even if it's just a car ride to grandma's, a trip to the store or a random car ride to nowhere. I just don't want my kid getting down or see her momma down. Seems to have worked out just fine.

New Years

Our first New Years

We are now seven days into the New Year. I love New Years. I have no clue why I just do. Maybe because it feels like a fresh start to even more greatness. I usually don't do resolutions because I really don't believe in them but this year I figured, why not? Mr.Andrade and I shared our resolutions for the new amazing year and as most people, are hoping to stick to them.

This year we didn't do go out and party the way we would have liked. Mr.Andrade's back went out and the monkey virus decided to take a visit making me too ill to party. At first I was SUPER bummed but the night turned out to be quite nice. We bought a bottle of Jack Daniels and decided to ring in the new year our way, in our pjs, watching both Karate Kid movies. I still prefer the original however, I will admit Kung Fu Kid (I don't like calling it Karate Kid since it's about kung fu not karate) was alright. I had boycotted it for the longest but I figured new year, why not. Funny thing about our night was that for staying in, we didn't go to bed until 6 in the morning. Last year I recall I got hammered pretty quickly and we ended up calling a night quite early. I remember ringing in the new year and then telling Mr.Andrade I was ready to go. Good times!

Although our new years weekend didn't quite pan out as expected, we still had a nice time. It will for sure be very memorable and sweet. I'm not saying I want to stay home every new years. I will say that our new years wasn't quite as dreadful as I expected. I enjoyed ringing it in with my bear claw slippers, pjs and my guy and kid by each side.

Happy new year everyone! Cheers to another extraordinary year!