Monday, December 15, 2014
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: 12-13-14 The Last Sequential Date of the Century. ...
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: 12-13-14 The Last Sequential Date of the Century. ...: A lot went down this Saturday. If you have friends on Facebook, you must have seen the pictures of celebrations of events like sweet 16'...
12-13-14 The Last Sequential Date of the Century. And why I'm so upset!
A lot went down this Saturday. If you have friends on Facebook, you must have seen the pictures of celebrations of events like sweet 16's, quinceaneras, weddings, book releases, etc., all taking place this Saturday, 12/13/14.
The last sequential dates most of us saw were 01/02/03, 02/03/04, 03/04/05, 04/05/06, 05/06/07, 06/07/08, 07/08/09, 08/09/10, 09/10/11, 10/11/12, 11/12/13, and Saturday 12/13/14. However, it will not happen again this century. The next sequential date will not be for another 89 years and most people will not live to see it. There are only 12 sequential dates every century, one for each month. We just lived through the last one.
For some people these dates don't mean a thing. But for others, it's a "do or die" thing. This is were I come in! This is why I am so upset. Why?! Because, I did not celebrate the publishing of my third book on Saturday; my girls did not become engaged or much less get married; and we didn't celebrate any particular event.
So upset was I the morning after, that I grappled with getting my pititful self out of bed to get to eight o'clock Mass as I do every Sunday. No, I don't normally have a problem with going to church. As a matter of fact, I relish going to Mass every day. But Sunday was particularly hard for me. I tend to go into a depressive mood every so often, and Sunday morning I was prime for one. I was in a really dark place and I could almost feel evil encircling me. Fortunately for me, I have a God who loves me inspite of my many faults and imperfections. Needless to say, I had a lengthy discussion with God about the "how and why" of things. I'm sure I started the discussion with my bitching. But thank God, He doesn't tire of my bitching. Instead, He tried comforting me as He always does and showed me that I could have it worse. I had to agree with Him, though I was still not happy nor feeling good about my situation, I tried bartering with God. I would only go to Mass, if He made me go! You know what? Somehow God made it appear as if it was my idea to attend Mass this Sunday. But trust me, it was not my idea! And so, I went to the 11 o'clock Mass.
"Light" was the central message of Sunday's gospel—the Messiah is the light who will shatter the darkness that envelopes our world. Read John 1:6-8. I was in a dark place that morning, but I needed to get to Mass to see the Light and get out of that darkness. Through God's mercy, I did! He got me out of that slump I was in and into his house. God is sooooooo smart! Don't ever doubt it for a second!
I'd had this overwhelming wish to see the movie, Exodus, of Gods and Kings, which hit the theaters on Friday. Immediately after Mass, I came home, had a quick bite, and I was off to see the 1:30 PM showing. I made it so well on time, that I found a parking space across from the theater. Aside from a lone gentlemen, for a while I had the theather to myself. And the best seat in the house! And by the time the movie started, only two other gentlemen and one child had showed up.
I had the perfect afternoon at the movies, watching a movie that teaches us that ultimately it is God who is in control of our lives. That was God's wish for me! That I should realize that He is above all dates, above all celebrations, above all the darkness of not having our dreams fulfilled by 12/13/14 or any other date, for that matter.
Your comments are welcome below.
The last sequential dates most of us saw were 01/02/03, 02/03/04, 03/04/05, 04/05/06, 05/06/07, 06/07/08, 07/08/09, 08/09/10, 09/10/11, 10/11/12, 11/12/13, and Saturday 12/13/14. However, it will not happen again this century. The next sequential date will not be for another 89 years and most people will not live to see it. There are only 12 sequential dates every century, one for each month. We just lived through the last one.
For some people these dates don't mean a thing. But for others, it's a "do or die" thing. This is were I come in! This is why I am so upset. Why?! Because, I did not celebrate the publishing of my third book on Saturday; my girls did not become engaged or much less get married; and we didn't celebrate any particular event.
So upset was I the morning after, that I grappled with getting my pititful self out of bed to get to eight o'clock Mass as I do every Sunday. No, I don't normally have a problem with going to church. As a matter of fact, I relish going to Mass every day. But Sunday was particularly hard for me. I tend to go into a depressive mood every so often, and Sunday morning I was prime for one. I was in a really dark place and I could almost feel evil encircling me. Fortunately for me, I have a God who loves me inspite of my many faults and imperfections. Needless to say, I had a lengthy discussion with God about the "how and why" of things. I'm sure I started the discussion with my bitching. But thank God, He doesn't tire of my bitching. Instead, He tried comforting me as He always does and showed me that I could have it worse. I had to agree with Him, though I was still not happy nor feeling good about my situation, I tried bartering with God. I would only go to Mass, if He made me go! You know what? Somehow God made it appear as if it was my idea to attend Mass this Sunday. But trust me, it was not my idea! And so, I went to the 11 o'clock Mass.
"Light" was the central message of Sunday's gospel—the Messiah is the light who will shatter the darkness that envelopes our world. Read John 1:6-8. I was in a dark place that morning, but I needed to get to Mass to see the Light and get out of that darkness. Through God's mercy, I did! He got me out of that slump I was in and into his house. God is sooooooo smart! Don't ever doubt it for a second!
I'd had this overwhelming wish to see the movie, Exodus, of Gods and Kings, which hit the theaters on Friday. Immediately after Mass, I came home, had a quick bite, and I was off to see the 1:30 PM showing. I made it so well on time, that I found a parking space across from the theater. Aside from a lone gentlemen, for a while I had the theather to myself. And the best seat in the house! And by the time the movie started, only two other gentlemen and one child had showed up.
I had the perfect afternoon at the movies, watching a movie that teaches us that ultimately it is God who is in control of our lives. That was God's wish for me! That I should realize that He is above all dates, above all celebrations, above all the darkness of not having our dreams fulfilled by 12/13/14 or any other date, for that matter.
Your comments are welcome below.
Saturday, November 29, 2014
The Sato Project aims to get homeless.....
The Sato Project aims to get homeless dogs off the streets of Puerto Rico. Caring individuals give their time to care for, protect, and save these helpless creatures through the Sato Project.
Sadly enough, not all of these innocent loving animals survive the oftentimes cruel hardships they've had to endure. But through the generosity of loving and caring volunteers, we are able to get some of these dogs off the streets and into temporary shelters, where they are fed, spate, and cared for before being put on a plane to other shelters on the mainland and eventually placed into pet-loving homes.
We realize economic times are hard for a lot of people on the island right now, but we urge you to, 1) do not buy a dog or accept them as a gifts unless you're absolutely serious about providing for them, giving them love, and assuring their wellbeing. Unlike humans, animals can't tell us when they are hurting. 2) If you cannot take care of your pet, bring it to a Sato Project halfway shelter. The people who volunteer there, are dog lovers who are committed to caring for these unfortunate animals. And, 3) have them spate.
The Sato Project is doing everything in their power to save as many dogs as possible. Let's give these unselfish people a big hurrah.
For more information and to see how you can help, go to Google and search the Sato Project. Or click on the website below. These beautiful men-best-friends will love you for it.
Let us not allow one more innocent dog to die. By doing our part, together we can proudly say, "I saved a dog today."
We know you're going to be very busy the next couple of days, but......
We know you're going to be very busy the next couple of days. Yes, the Christmas Season has arrived in full apogee. With that said, you're either searching for that special gift for the favorite people on your list, scrubbing down the house, and/or trying to figure how to work last year's decorations into this year's new decor, among many, many other things.
But let's be honest, you still have to eat—fuel that engine called the tummy—and what better way to stay healthy for the holidays than by being well-fed. No matter how busy you get, you mustn't skip a good meal. We have found some of the most delicious, and paired them with some luscious wines to help you unwind from the busyness of the Season.
So here goes!
Baby, it's cold out there, so let's start with the good trusty chicken soup, or culinary seafood stew, and let's pair them with some honest-to-goodness white wines. Whether the weather is snowy or not, chicken soup, or chicken pot-pie, the meal tastes best when accompanied by a robust and crisp white such as the number-one selling Chardonnay. Oh, you can still drink whatever you have on hand, but Chardonnay is still one of our favorites.
Next up, Chili. What could be better after running around all day, than a nice steaming hot bowl of Chili. Uh, huh...... You heard right! While you're watching the game, indulge and pair that baby with a nice red. A fruity Merlot or spicy Shiraz is exactly what's called for here. The dark fruit flavors and smooth tannins are tailored-made for spicy dishes.
Who wants meat? Then let's bring out a Pot Roast or any other red meat for that matter. A meaty pork- shoulder is always a good choice. Pair these dishes with a dense strong wine like Malbec, or red from Spain. These are always great choices.
Everyone loves Lasagna. And it's easier than ever to make, now that the noodles come ready to layer and top. So go ahead and cheat. We use those noodles all the time and they've never let us down. Pair that lasagna with a nice Cabernet Sauvignon or a Cabernet blend. A Merlot also works because of its fruity base, which rolls so smootly on the palate.
So do yourself a favor and take time out to feed yourself. Your tummy will thank you for it!
But let's be honest, you still have to eat—fuel that engine called the tummy—and what better way to stay healthy for the holidays than by being well-fed. No matter how busy you get, you mustn't skip a good meal. We have found some of the most delicious, and paired them with some luscious wines to help you unwind from the busyness of the Season.
So here goes!
Baby, it's cold out there, so let's start with the good trusty chicken soup, or culinary seafood stew, and let's pair them with some honest-to-goodness white wines. Whether the weather is snowy or not, chicken soup, or chicken pot-pie, the meal tastes best when accompanied by a robust and crisp white such as the number-one selling Chardonnay. Oh, you can still drink whatever you have on hand, but Chardonnay is still one of our favorites.
Next up, Chili. What could be better after running around all day, than a nice steaming hot bowl of Chili. Uh, huh...... You heard right! While you're watching the game, indulge and pair that baby with a nice red. A fruity Merlot or spicy Shiraz is exactly what's called for here. The dark fruit flavors and smooth tannins are tailored-made for spicy dishes.
Who wants meat? Then let's bring out a Pot Roast or any other red meat for that matter. A meaty pork- shoulder is always a good choice. Pair these dishes with a dense strong wine like Malbec, or red from Spain. These are always great choices.
Everyone loves Lasagna. And it's easier than ever to make, now that the noodles come ready to layer and top. So go ahead and cheat. We use those noodles all the time and they've never let us down. Pair that lasagna with a nice Cabernet Sauvignon or a Cabernet blend. A Merlot also works because of its fruity base, which rolls so smootly on the palate.
So do yourself a favor and take time out to feed yourself. Your tummy will thank you for it!
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: What is The Sato Project?
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: What is The Sato Project?: What is The Sato Project? The Sato Project aims to get homeless dogs off the streets of Puerto Rico. Through the Project, caring individu...
Thursday, November 6, 2014
A startling revelation...
A startling revelation.... there are over 10,000 saints in the world. Obviously, I'm not talking about the New Orleans Saints. Rather, I mean saintly people who have been proven worthy to be called as such, those who has been recognized for having an exceptional degree of holiness.
My monthly group met last night, on the heels of All Saints' Day. Not surprisingly, the topic was saints, and what qualifies people to achieve such holy status. More surprising, is the fact that saints are regular people like us who just happened to choose to love, to forgive, and give up life as we know it for nothing other than pure love of Christ and their fellow beings.
That's a pretty tall order. And I can almost hear people reading this, saying, "That will never be me. I could never be that person!" But let's think about this for a second.
Let's go back to the 10,000 or so saints, since and before our Lord Jesus walked the earth. Yes, there have been saintly beings who have indeed given up everything for Jesus. But that does not mean that we regular sinners cannot become more saintly in our ways. Why just by our being decent human beings and doing the right thing, can qualify us as saints. Maybe not the kind that have worked miracles, or were martyred, but saintly in our ways, just the same.
It's pretty easy. Love your brother as you would love yourself. Walk in others' shoes, not just one day, but every day. Commit to prayer even if it's just once a day. Pray to God to give you the courage to be the good person you were made to be.
Last month, I touched on one of the most popular of the saints, Saint Terese of the Little Flower. Terese did not do wondrous deeds, she did not wrought miracles. She wasn't even a good writer. But since a very young child, in spite of losing her mother at the tender age of four, Terese decided to love unconditionally, in a pure Godly way, just as Jesus would have us love one another. What qualified Terese to be honored with such a saintly titled? Her love of God, her love of her fellow beings, and her faith. A perfect example of a regular person like you and me, with the exception that Terese chose to live a loving life, to love everyone she came in contact with.
As Scripture tells us over and over again, love is everything. The following verses speak of such love:
If I speak in tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I am nothing...
Love is patient, love is kind, love is not jealous....
Love never ends....
Whoever lives in love, lives in God, and God in her/him....
This type of love is what qualified regular folk like you and me, to become saints. Realizing this is no easy task, let us draw closer to God and let us follow the example of Jesus and the saints. We might just surprise ourselves. With God's help, we might just come as close to being a saint, as God allows.
My monthly group met last night, on the heels of All Saints' Day. Not surprisingly, the topic was saints, and what qualifies people to achieve such holy status. More surprising, is the fact that saints are regular people like us who just happened to choose to love, to forgive, and give up life as we know it for nothing other than pure love of Christ and their fellow beings.
That's a pretty tall order. And I can almost hear people reading this, saying, "That will never be me. I could never be that person!" But let's think about this for a second.
Let's go back to the 10,000 or so saints, since and before our Lord Jesus walked the earth. Yes, there have been saintly beings who have indeed given up everything for Jesus. But that does not mean that we regular sinners cannot become more saintly in our ways. Why just by our being decent human beings and doing the right thing, can qualify us as saints. Maybe not the kind that have worked miracles, or were martyred, but saintly in our ways, just the same.
It's pretty easy. Love your brother as you would love yourself. Walk in others' shoes, not just one day, but every day. Commit to prayer even if it's just once a day. Pray to God to give you the courage to be the good person you were made to be.
Last month, I touched on one of the most popular of the saints, Saint Terese of the Little Flower. Terese did not do wondrous deeds, she did not wrought miracles. She wasn't even a good writer. But since a very young child, in spite of losing her mother at the tender age of four, Terese decided to love unconditionally, in a pure Godly way, just as Jesus would have us love one another. What qualified Terese to be honored with such a saintly titled? Her love of God, her love of her fellow beings, and her faith. A perfect example of a regular person like you and me, with the exception that Terese chose to live a loving life, to love everyone she came in contact with.
As Scripture tells us over and over again, love is everything. The following verses speak of such love:
If I speak in tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I am nothing...
Love is patient, love is kind, love is not jealous....
Love never ends....
Whoever lives in love, lives in God, and God in her/him....
This type of love is what qualified regular folk like you and me, to become saints. Realizing this is no easy task, let us draw closer to God and let us follow the example of Jesus and the saints. We might just surprise ourselves. With God's help, we might just come as close to being a saint, as God allows.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Ever hear of writer's block?
As I sit at my work place (today, that would be at the dining room table) and stare at my half-filled champagne glass that reads "In Your Eyes"(only?!), Really? (We won't go into that here!), I think of my writer's block. This has been without a doubt, the longest in my twelve-somewhat years of writing. I remember when I would be up until 2-2:30 in the morning writing, always with my trusted glass of shiraz close by.
So much has changed since I started writing seriously. For one, I don't remember social-media being the time-sucking media it's turned out to be. Yes, Facebook was taking off, but not to the extent where people actually spend every waking hour on the venue. Seriously, I don't know how some people get any work done these days. I don't know how corporations get any work done! If Facebook doesn't get your attention, then Twitter, Instagram or any other, will.
It is no wonder then that I have a serious case of writer's block. I can't even seem to get back to the matter of publishing my last book, Destination Nowhere. No pun intended, that title seems to describe to the "t" my writing efforts these days and where I seem to be headed. Haha! [so as not to cry?!].
So much has changed since I started writing seriously. For one, I don't remember social-media being the time-sucking media it's turned out to be. Yes, Facebook was taking off, but not to the extent where people actually spend every waking hour on the venue. Seriously, I don't know how some people get any work done these days. I don't know how corporations get any work done! If Facebook doesn't get your attention, then Twitter, Instagram or any other, will.
It is no wonder then that I have a serious case of writer's block. I can't even seem to get back to the matter of publishing my last book, Destination Nowhere. No pun intended, that title seems to describe to the "t" my writing efforts these days and where I seem to be headed. Haha! [so as not to cry?!].
Monday, September 1, 2014
I refuse to say goodbye.
I refuse to say goodbye.....
I refuse to say goodbye to those laid back, sunny, lazy days of summer. True that we still have three weeks before the official end of summer, but you can't help but see the signs - kids have left for college or are back in school, shorter days (it gets dark by 7:30, now instead of 9:00), the cool breeze in the air, etc. etc. But I have made a commitment to see this 'high' through Christmas, if possible.
Yes, there is Halloween and Thanksgiving before we reach Christmas, but the weather is sure to turn before then. However, not if I can help it. I can be oblivious to certain things when I make my mind.
Today, a good friend from Hoboken High, Nitza posted a cute cartoon of Snoopy and his birdie friend Woodstock. It read, The Start of the "Ber" Months. In my mind it translated, to the "Brrrrrr" months. And so, when I shared that picture, that's exactly what I posted. But seriously, the 'Ber' months can be beautiful! In terms of weather September and October can be two of the most breathtaking months of the year. After all, my darling Cristina was born in the beginning of October. I remember the day vividly when I came home from the hospital with my beautiful newborn - it was an absolute 'garrrrgeous' day, as was my baby girl; as my since-deceased good friend Betty would always say. Between Vic and Juls, our home, both inside and out was spotless and ready and waiting, for our new addition to the family. The leaves where starting to turn into those beautiful colors we see in the fall; there was a cool breeze in the air; and the sun was shining like no other day.
On the far side, I also recall Tuesday September 11, 2001 which started out as one of the most beautiful days ever. And sadly enough we all know the devastating outcome of that fateful day.
Along those lines, my beloved husband, lover, and best friend, Victor left my world on October 18 of the following year. Victor was, quite possibly, the best thing that ever happened to me. I was blessed to meet him in 1977 (we had just lost Elvis) and formalize our relationship four years after. The best years of my life were spend with Victor, but sadly enough he left our world a mere months before our 25th wedding anniversary.
I had always dreaded the turning back of the hour in the fall, but after Victor's passing, it no longer bothered me - nothing is more dreadful than losing the love of your life. So the changing of the hour no longer had a negative effect on me. I could take on the worst the world had to give, now that I had lost the love of my life!
So bring on the "Ber" months. I will be waiting with open arms! And even when they turn into "Burrr" months, I still won't be bothered because in my heart, I am and always will be an eternal summer person.
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I refuse to say goodbye to those laid back, sunny, lazy days of summer. True that we still have three weeks before the official end of summer, but you can't help but see the signs - kids have left for college or are back in school, shorter days (it gets dark by 7:30, now instead of 9:00), the cool breeze in the air, etc. etc. But I have made a commitment to see this 'high' through Christmas, if possible.
Yes, there is Halloween and Thanksgiving before we reach Christmas, but the weather is sure to turn before then. However, not if I can help it. I can be oblivious to certain things when I make my mind.
Today, a good friend from Hoboken High, Nitza posted a cute cartoon of Snoopy and his birdie friend Woodstock. It read, The Start of the "Ber" Months. In my mind it translated, to the "Brrrrrr" months. And so, when I shared that picture, that's exactly what I posted. But seriously, the 'Ber' months can be beautiful! In terms of weather September and October can be two of the most breathtaking months of the year. After all, my darling Cristina was born in the beginning of October. I remember the day vividly when I came home from the hospital with my beautiful newborn - it was an absolute 'garrrrgeous' day, as was my baby girl; as my since-deceased good friend Betty would always say. Between Vic and Juls, our home, both inside and out was spotless and ready and waiting, for our new addition to the family. The leaves where starting to turn into those beautiful colors we see in the fall; there was a cool breeze in the air; and the sun was shining like no other day.
On the far side, I also recall Tuesday September 11, 2001 which started out as one of the most beautiful days ever. And sadly enough we all know the devastating outcome of that fateful day.
Along those lines, my beloved husband, lover, and best friend, Victor left my world on October 18 of the following year. Victor was, quite possibly, the best thing that ever happened to me. I was blessed to meet him in 1977 (we had just lost Elvis) and formalize our relationship four years after. The best years of my life were spend with Victor, but sadly enough he left our world a mere months before our 25th wedding anniversary.
I had always dreaded the turning back of the hour in the fall, but after Victor's passing, it no longer bothered me - nothing is more dreadful than losing the love of your life. So the changing of the hour no longer had a negative effect on me. I could take on the worst the world had to give, now that I had lost the love of my life!
So bring on the "Ber" months. I will be waiting with open arms! And even when they turn into "Burrr" months, I still won't be bothered because in my heart, I am and always will be an eternal summer person.
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| My darling Cristina at the age of four in the Poconos |
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| Victor and I (on the left) with his brother and wife in the Poconos |
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| Beautiful fall scene - Poconos |
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| Night falls in the fall in River Edge |
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Will you follow me on Twitter?
Why is it so hard to get followers on Twitter?
It seems to me that unless you are Angelina Jolie or Kim K, it seems impossible to get followers on Twitter. Why is that? I ask myself.
I, for one, don't know of many friends on the venue. And, the ones that are on Twitter, probably don't even know how to use it. So that could be one reason.
I'm also, no celebrity - another very big possibility!!! No duh!
I've never been one to ask anyone for anything, so asking for followers will never happen. A couple of years back, I heard Billy Bush, the host on Extra, practically beg for followers. Maybe it was in joking, but he sounded pretty. That will never be me. Not that I'm a top TV show host, nor ever will be?!
You'd think that since I've published two novels, I would have some followers. After all, I follow almost every literary agent I could find on Twitter. Which leads me to my next observation. Today I got notification of a new follower, to which I reacted with "What??!!" And which begs the question, "Why would Modern Family want to follow me, when my own family doesn't."
Something has to be up with that! Tomorrow I will definitely look into the authenticity of that notification. But for tonight, please let me savor my newfound follower.
I might just be on to something. Hey, you never know. Why, I may just pass The Biebs! Hee hee!
Monday, June 23, 2014
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: Top Ten Reasons We Love FIFA
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: Top Ten Reasons We Love FIFA: Top Ten Reasons Why We Love FIFA Why are these games so popular with so many. Below top ten reasons I found. 1. No matter what la...
Top Ten Reasons We Love FIFA
Top Ten Reasons Why We Love FIFA
Why are these games so popular with so many. Below top ten reasons I found.
1. No matter what language you say it in, FIFA (Federacion Internacionale de Futbol Asociacion),
sounds way cool, just like the people who play it.
2. As opposed to the Olympics and other world-sporting events, FIFA is played in one stadium.
3. As opposed to the Olympics, instead of hundreds of countries competing in a variety of
sports, with FIFA 204 countries across six continents compete in one game for one title.
4. No matter where you watch the games, be it home alone or in an outside venue with hundreds of
other people, the thrill is always unbeatable.
5. Who doesn't like seeing Rolando's handsome face all over the big screen? This is the only game
where we can see some of the world's most healthy, handsome, and talented men in the world of
sports.
6. The game is clean, well organized, played fair, and everyone seems to understand it.
7. FIFA's objective is to touch the world, develop the game, and build a better future through a
variety of ways.
8. FIFA World Cup is the biggest single-event sporting competition in the world.
9. FIFA World Cup brings in much needed resources from partners and TV, which allow it to
develop and invest in social activities in much needed places around the world.
10. FIFA gives us an entire month (30 whole days) of "confraternizing" with people of all
backgrounds and ages, most often with good friends and family.
Why are these games so popular with so many. Below top ten reasons I found.
1. No matter what language you say it in, FIFA (Federacion Internacionale de Futbol Asociacion),
sounds way cool, just like the people who play it.
2. As opposed to the Olympics and other world-sporting events, FIFA is played in one stadium.
3. As opposed to the Olympics, instead of hundreds of countries competing in a variety of
sports, with FIFA 204 countries across six continents compete in one game for one title.
4. No matter where you watch the games, be it home alone or in an outside venue with hundreds of
other people, the thrill is always unbeatable.
5. Who doesn't like seeing Rolando's handsome face all over the big screen? This is the only game
where we can see some of the world's most healthy, handsome, and talented men in the world of
sports.
6. The game is clean, well organized, played fair, and everyone seems to understand it.
7. FIFA's objective is to touch the world, develop the game, and build a better future through a
variety of ways.
8. FIFA World Cup is the biggest single-event sporting competition in the world.
9. FIFA World Cup brings in much needed resources from partners and TV, which allow it to
develop and invest in social activities in much needed places around the world.
10. FIFA gives us an entire month (30 whole days) of "confraternizing" with people of all
backgrounds and ages, most often with good friends and family.
Monday, June 9, 2014
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: Pentecost Sunday: A Day Full of Surprises
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: Pentecost Sunday: A Day Full of Surprises: Pentecost Sunday turned out to be full of wonderful surprises! As they do every year in June, Boricuas indulge in a lovefest as they come ...
Pentecost Sunday: A Day Full of Surprises
Pentecost Sunday turned out to be full of wonderful surprises!
As they do every year in June, Boricuas indulge in a lovefest as they come out by the hundreds to celebrate their heritage with the Puerto Rican Day Parade. The parade runs from 59 St., all way up to Spanish Harlem. But because the parade tends to get very crowded, this year I opted instead to go to the kite festival that was being held in Brooklyn in the Williamsburg section. Trust me, there is never a shortage of things to do in and around the Big "Mango".
My day started by Ash and I attending 8 o'clock Mass at Saint Peter's in our hometown in New Jersey. Besides celebrating the pouring of the Holy Spirit on the disciples gathered in the upward room two thousand years ago, yesterday's homily focused primarily on the special prayer that was taking place at The Vatican between the Holy Father and leaders of both Israel and Palestine. We were also blessed with the visit and a special prayer in Hebrew by new Rabbi Paul Jacobson of Temple Avodat Shalom.
After Mass, Ash and I settled on a quick breakfast at McD's. IHOP is so overrated. We got two Cheese/ Sausage/Egg McMuffins for the price of one; and two large ice coffees at a dollar each, all for under five dollars. Talk about a good deal!
Once back home, I re-checked my messages and quickly realized that if I was going to make the kite festival, I needed to get going asap. I decided that I would drive into Brooklyn and look for parking in Ft. Greene. In less than 40 minutes, I was pulling into a spot in front of Emily's apartment. As opposed to other times, this time I got very lucky—there were parking spots galore in the neighborhood. And all-day parking, too! Score another one for the gipper!
Emily and her boyfriend Lance didn't have to twist my arm. In no time I found a comfy seat and the three of us sat joyfully watching the French Open. My boy Nadal and Djokovic were head to head, as they kept going back and forth. About a half hour later we had to leave, just as Nadal was leading again. Without looking back, we sprinted down Fulton down to the "G" train station. Thanks to Emily's navigational skills, we hopped on the train and got off at the Nassau stop, from where we walked to Wythe and 11th Street in Williamsburg.
First things first! It took us a while to find our party. Our friends and their precocious tyke were just wrapping up a birthday party they had been invited to. From then on, it was high-flying. Kites, that is! After purchasing one of those very colorful ones, we were off to the open field by the water for some serious kite-flying. If at first you don't succeed, you try again. Manuel was not giving up in spite of the fact that there was not enough wind to fly a kite properly. His good efforts finally paid off as he continued to run the length of the field and back. The kite finally started to take flight.
Lance had also brought along his kite—one the length of a king-size sofa, or bigger. And as soon as he saw the opportunity, he seized it. The winds had pick up speed and he was ready. In no time, that baby was soaring high above like an eagle. So was Manuel's kite! Yes, persistence had paid off. The kites seemed to compete with and tease one another, and soon they were putting on a splendid show of sorts for everyone present. I should mention that aside from another kite-flyer, Manuel and Lance were the only ones entertaining us with their kite-flying maneuvers.
After our fill of kite-flying, and frisbee, and soccer playing, not to mention running to the cool mist-making machine before passing out from the heat, we were ravenous. We packed up the kites, and the tyke, and the stroller, and we were off to find a watering hole. After sitting down at one place and realizing that the menu was way too limited, we excused ourselves, got up, and exited the establishment. A couple of minutes later Manuel introduced us to the Kent Ale House, where we sampled half of the beer inventory, accompanied by healthy burgers, salad, and sweet potato fries.
About forty minutes after bidding ciao to our party, this rendezvous of a Sunday culminated at St. Francis of Assisi Church on 135 and 31St. in Manhattan, for Emily, Lance, and myself. After having found our places in one of the middle pews, as if we had not had enough kite flying for one afternoon, the Holy Spirit ushered into the church in the form of white doves proclaiming the Good News! No, they were not real doves, but still kites (I said more kites!) in the form of bigger than normal, white doves, and soaring up the church aisle, as they were held up by very long thin wires.
Could this day get any more surprising?
What a day!
God is certainly always looking out for us! Don't ever doubt it. Not for one second.
What a beautiful feeling that is!
It was nightfall by the time I got back home. By then, I was both utterly exhausted and brimming with joy and gratitude, for all the gifts I had received from the Holy Spirit. Figuratively and literally, my Pentecost Sunday had started and ended with the Holy Spirit.
How's that for surprises!
As they do every year in June, Boricuas indulge in a lovefest as they come out by the hundreds to celebrate their heritage with the Puerto Rican Day Parade. The parade runs from 59 St., all way up to Spanish Harlem. But because the parade tends to get very crowded, this year I opted instead to go to the kite festival that was being held in Brooklyn in the Williamsburg section. Trust me, there is never a shortage of things to do in and around the Big "Mango".
My day started by Ash and I attending 8 o'clock Mass at Saint Peter's in our hometown in New Jersey. Besides celebrating the pouring of the Holy Spirit on the disciples gathered in the upward room two thousand years ago, yesterday's homily focused primarily on the special prayer that was taking place at The Vatican between the Holy Father and leaders of both Israel and Palestine. We were also blessed with the visit and a special prayer in Hebrew by new Rabbi Paul Jacobson of Temple Avodat Shalom.
After Mass, Ash and I settled on a quick breakfast at McD's. IHOP is so overrated. We got two Cheese/ Sausage/Egg McMuffins for the price of one; and two large ice coffees at a dollar each, all for under five dollars. Talk about a good deal!
Once back home, I re-checked my messages and quickly realized that if I was going to make the kite festival, I needed to get going asap. I decided that I would drive into Brooklyn and look for parking in Ft. Greene. In less than 40 minutes, I was pulling into a spot in front of Emily's apartment. As opposed to other times, this time I got very lucky—there were parking spots galore in the neighborhood. And all-day parking, too! Score another one for the gipper!
Emily and her boyfriend Lance didn't have to twist my arm. In no time I found a comfy seat and the three of us sat joyfully watching the French Open. My boy Nadal and Djokovic were head to head, as they kept going back and forth. About a half hour later we had to leave, just as Nadal was leading again. Without looking back, we sprinted down Fulton down to the "G" train station. Thanks to Emily's navigational skills, we hopped on the train and got off at the Nassau stop, from where we walked to Wythe and 11th Street in Williamsburg.
First things first! It took us a while to find our party. Our friends and their precocious tyke were just wrapping up a birthday party they had been invited to. From then on, it was high-flying. Kites, that is! After purchasing one of those very colorful ones, we were off to the open field by the water for some serious kite-flying. If at first you don't succeed, you try again. Manuel was not giving up in spite of the fact that there was not enough wind to fly a kite properly. His good efforts finally paid off as he continued to run the length of the field and back. The kite finally started to take flight.
Lance had also brought along his kite—one the length of a king-size sofa, or bigger. And as soon as he saw the opportunity, he seized it. The winds had pick up speed and he was ready. In no time, that baby was soaring high above like an eagle. So was Manuel's kite! Yes, persistence had paid off. The kites seemed to compete with and tease one another, and soon they were putting on a splendid show of sorts for everyone present. I should mention that aside from another kite-flyer, Manuel and Lance were the only ones entertaining us with their kite-flying maneuvers.
After our fill of kite-flying, and frisbee, and soccer playing, not to mention running to the cool mist-making machine before passing out from the heat, we were ravenous. We packed up the kites, and the tyke, and the stroller, and we were off to find a watering hole. After sitting down at one place and realizing that the menu was way too limited, we excused ourselves, got up, and exited the establishment. A couple of minutes later Manuel introduced us to the Kent Ale House, where we sampled half of the beer inventory, accompanied by healthy burgers, salad, and sweet potato fries.
About forty minutes after bidding ciao to our party, this rendezvous of a Sunday culminated at St. Francis of Assisi Church on 135 and 31St. in Manhattan, for Emily, Lance, and myself. After having found our places in one of the middle pews, as if we had not had enough kite flying for one afternoon, the Holy Spirit ushered into the church in the form of white doves proclaiming the Good News! No, they were not real doves, but still kites (I said more kites!) in the form of bigger than normal, white doves, and soaring up the church aisle, as they were held up by very long thin wires.
Could this day get any more surprising?
What a day!
God is certainly always looking out for us! Don't ever doubt it. Not for one second.
What a beautiful feeling that is!
It was nightfall by the time I got back home. By then, I was both utterly exhausted and brimming with joy and gratitude, for all the gifts I had received from the Holy Spirit. Figuratively and literally, my Pentecost Sunday had started and ended with the Holy Spirit.
How's that for surprises!
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| At St. Francis of Assisi |
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| the gang's all here w/comedian Lance Weiss |
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| the adorable tyke hanging with the big guys! |
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| you think he's had enough pickins? |
Friday, June 6, 2014
Commemoration of D-Day
Today we Celebrate D-Day!
Today we celebrate D-Day! It was 70 years ago today that a bunch of American soldiers, mostly young men, landed on the beaches of Normandy.
How blessed are we, as well as the rest of the world, that these young men were willing to give up their lives for total strangers across the Atlantic?
Today's Gospel reminds us that Jesus made the ultimate sacrifice for all of us total strangers. What a beautiful thing that God did for us? To send his only son to die for us. Also what a beautiful coincidence that today's reading would happen to fall on such a sacred day. How well do these two occurrences tie in with one another? Coincidence? We don't think so. Only God-incidences all around.
Another gift from God, the absolutely gorgeous day that we are enjoying today. As we enjoy this beautiful day in the park, or in our own backyards, not all of us can see the correlation between between the two; or, even relate to it. But one thing is almost certain. If faced with the challenge, each one of us would lay down our life for that special person(s) in our lives.
The Sacred Place, a Catholic online website, sums it up for us in today's reflection. "If we attune ourselves to look and listen, we may find God present within us, all around us, and speaking to us constantly. But if we don't bother to look, it will seem that there is nothing to be seen.
Here's how the nineteenth-century British poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning wryly described humans, who so often miss what lies plainly in front of us.
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes-
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries."
What eactly is Ms. Browning referring to here? When she says, "But only he who sees, takes off his shoes," she is referring to the time when Moses, upon hearing God's word, took off his shoes as he approached the sacred ground of the Burning Bush, (or, God).
Will you be one of those that complain and just pluck away at things; or will you sit on the grass, take off your shoes and contemplate on the goodness of God? Will you remember the brave young men, who sacrificed everything when they made the ultimate sacrifice 70 years ago?
Omaha Beach in Normandy is the perfect example of a sacred place. Let us all pay homage by remembering and honoring those who gave everything for the freedoms of others.
RIP heroes who sacrifice everything on D-Day!
Today we celebrate D-Day! It was 70 years ago today that a bunch of American soldiers, mostly young men, landed on the beaches of Normandy.
How blessed are we, as well as the rest of the world, that these young men were willing to give up their lives for total strangers across the Atlantic?
Today's Gospel reminds us that Jesus made the ultimate sacrifice for all of us total strangers. What a beautiful thing that God did for us? To send his only son to die for us. Also what a beautiful coincidence that today's reading would happen to fall on such a sacred day. How well do these two occurrences tie in with one another? Coincidence? We don't think so. Only God-incidences all around.
Another gift from God, the absolutely gorgeous day that we are enjoying today. As we enjoy this beautiful day in the park, or in our own backyards, not all of us can see the correlation between between the two; or, even relate to it. But one thing is almost certain. If faced with the challenge, each one of us would lay down our life for that special person(s) in our lives.
The Sacred Place, a Catholic online website, sums it up for us in today's reflection. "If we attune ourselves to look and listen, we may find God present within us, all around us, and speaking to us constantly. But if we don't bother to look, it will seem that there is nothing to be seen.
Here's how the nineteenth-century British poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning wryly described humans, who so often miss what lies plainly in front of us.
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes-
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries."
What eactly is Ms. Browning referring to here? When she says, "But only he who sees, takes off his shoes," she is referring to the time when Moses, upon hearing God's word, took off his shoes as he approached the sacred ground of the Burning Bush, (or, God).
Will you be one of those that complain and just pluck away at things; or will you sit on the grass, take off your shoes and contemplate on the goodness of God? Will you remember the brave young men, who sacrificed everything when they made the ultimate sacrifice 70 years ago?
Omaha Beach in Normandy is the perfect example of a sacred place. Let us all pay homage by remembering and honoring those who gave everything for the freedoms of others.
RIP heroes who sacrifice everything on D-Day!
Monday, February 24, 2014
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: Why were the Winter Olympics at Sochi so...... Wh...
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: Why were the Winter Olympics at Sochi so......
Wh...: Why were the Winter Olympics at Sochi so...... Why were the Winter Olympics at Sochi so moving, especially the closing ceremonies. I have...
Wh...: Why were the Winter Olympics at Sochi so...... Why were the Winter Olympics at Sochi so moving, especially the closing ceremonies. I have...
Why were the Sochi Winter Olympics so different?
Why were the Winter Olympics at Sochi so special, so moving, especially the closing ceremonies. I have watched several Olympics in my years, but never had I been touched or rather, moved to tears as I was with these Olympics.
What an accomplishment for a country that has always been such a mystery to the rest of the world. I have always had an immense curiosity in Russia, its people, its customs, and how they endured socialism for so long. But watching the Olympics from the beginning to the closing, I was yet again convinced that this is a special country. The men as well as the women are real athletes, and most of the women are strangely beautiful. It makes one wonder.
I am sorry that my finances would not allow me to enjoy these games in person, yet I am content to have been able to watch them from the comfort of my home. This is where being a journalist pays off for so many people, to be able to be there in person and partake of the hoopla and camaraderie of such a world event.
I will end by saying that these games have only cemented my love for this cold, faraway mysterious country. From Mischa the Bear its mascot, to the flawless ballet companies, to their illustrious but highly persecuted writers, the Olympics in Sochi brought it all into perspective for many of us. I am sure that the world will start to see this mystic country in a different but positive light, exactly what Putin wanted to accomplish.
Hail to Olympics, and hail to Russia!
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: If today you hear His voice ......
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: If today you hear His voice ......: "If today you hear His voice, harden not your hearts." Psalm 95 I should point out that that song has been on my mind for the l...
If today you hear His voice ......
"If today you hear His voice, harden not your hearts." Psalm 95
I should point out that that song has been on my mind for the last couple of days!
That was the message from the Ignatian Spirituality. com website.
Did God speak to me today? Absolutely! Most certainly!
And just how did God speak to me today. I will list some of the obvious ways.
1. He put this literature in my hands. Papers that had been buried deep in the bottom of the pile in a box under my bed, suddenly found their way into my hands and begging to be read.
2. My good friend Marie called to tell me that she was worried about me, with all the snow and not having heard from me in a while, etc. etc., she was ready to send her husband out to check up on me. We made plans to go out tomorrow.
3. I gave Julissa a courtesy heads up, by telling her I was going to deposit a check for $120.00, she had given me a while back. In turn, she instead gave me the $120.00 in cash, so I wouldn't have to go through the trouble of depositing.
4. I had run out of personal checks and was wondering how I was going to pay my property quarterly taxes. When I looked for the tax bill, included with it was a check already written out in the full amount of the taxes owed. I had written the check a couple of weeks ago and had totally forgotten about it.
5. My friend Marie again: written on one of the papers among the stack I found this morning, there was a note I had written to myself, that said, "It's all going to be OK in the end, and since it's not OK, it's not the end." Marie.
Where all the above coincidences? Nope! In all the above, God was speaking to me. And all, today.
St. Ignatius states that the key to a healthy spirituality is to find God in all things, and to work constantly to gain freedom in your life in order to cooperate with God's will. He advises us to be still and be attentive to God's word and His will. In order for us to do that, we are ask to begin by thanking God for the gifts He has given us today. To take special care to notice what we have received, and also what we gave. And as we do that, pause to thank God for all of these.
So in summary, if I look at the gifts I received today, they would have to be: Marie's phone call and invitation to go out tomorrow; Julissa's quick and thoughtful response to replace the check she had given me with actual cash; another gift from Julissa today was cooking dinner for us before going to work. Lastly, Ashley's hugs and smiles are always a precious gift to me.
And the gifts I gave back: I made Marie feel special by truly acknowledging and appreciating her call and accepting her invitation to go out tomorrow. I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen after dinner; I drove Julissa to the Hispanic bus stop on the other side of town; I stopped at McDonald's and treated Ash to dessert. And lastly, I made Crissy's day, by texting her and attaching the cutest pictures of her adorable pooch which I took of her today.
Notice that none of these were out of the ordinary, expensive gifts, but rather small, meaningful ways telling loved ones how much I appreciate them. Those are the best gifts!
Look for ways in which you've responded to God's gracious gifts and love today. Ask the Holy Spirit to come into your heart and help you look at your actions with a clear understanding of your limitations. Remember, the key to a healthy spirituality and consequently to a healthy life, is to find God in all things!
God bless you, and may you find Him in all things today.
I should point out that that song has been on my mind for the last couple of days!
That was the message from the Ignatian Spirituality. com website.
Did God speak to me today? Absolutely! Most certainly!
And just how did God speak to me today. I will list some of the obvious ways.
1. He put this literature in my hands. Papers that had been buried deep in the bottom of the pile in a box under my bed, suddenly found their way into my hands and begging to be read.
2. My good friend Marie called to tell me that she was worried about me, with all the snow and not having heard from me in a while, etc. etc., she was ready to send her husband out to check up on me. We made plans to go out tomorrow.
3. I gave Julissa a courtesy heads up, by telling her I was going to deposit a check for $120.00, she had given me a while back. In turn, she instead gave me the $120.00 in cash, so I wouldn't have to go through the trouble of depositing.
4. I had run out of personal checks and was wondering how I was going to pay my property quarterly taxes. When I looked for the tax bill, included with it was a check already written out in the full amount of the taxes owed. I had written the check a couple of weeks ago and had totally forgotten about it.
5. My friend Marie again: written on one of the papers among the stack I found this morning, there was a note I had written to myself, that said, "It's all going to be OK in the end, and since it's not OK, it's not the end." Marie.
Where all the above coincidences? Nope! In all the above, God was speaking to me. And all, today.
St. Ignatius states that the key to a healthy spirituality is to find God in all things, and to work constantly to gain freedom in your life in order to cooperate with God's will. He advises us to be still and be attentive to God's word and His will. In order for us to do that, we are ask to begin by thanking God for the gifts He has given us today. To take special care to notice what we have received, and also what we gave. And as we do that, pause to thank God for all of these.
So in summary, if I look at the gifts I received today, they would have to be: Marie's phone call and invitation to go out tomorrow; Julissa's quick and thoughtful response to replace the check she had given me with actual cash; another gift from Julissa today was cooking dinner for us before going to work. Lastly, Ashley's hugs and smiles are always a precious gift to me.
And the gifts I gave back: I made Marie feel special by truly acknowledging and appreciating her call and accepting her invitation to go out tomorrow. I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen after dinner; I drove Julissa to the Hispanic bus stop on the other side of town; I stopped at McDonald's and treated Ash to dessert. And lastly, I made Crissy's day, by texting her and attaching the cutest pictures of her adorable pooch which I took of her today.
Notice that none of these were out of the ordinary, expensive gifts, but rather small, meaningful ways telling loved ones how much I appreciate them. Those are the best gifts!
Reflection for today: What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination will affect everything. Make sure that you're in love with God, and that will have a positive effect on everything you do.
Look for ways in which you've responded to God's gracious gifts and love today. Ask the Holy Spirit to come into your heart and help you look at your actions with a clear understanding of your limitations. Remember, the key to a healthy spirituality and consequently to a healthy life, is to find God in all things!
God bless you, and may you find Him in all things today.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: Just remember you heard it here first....
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: Just remember you heard it here first....: So I went on Instagram to post a picture for Friday and realized that Flashback Friday is more or less the same as Throwback Thursday. Afte...
Just remember you heard it here first....
So I went on Instagram to post a picture for Friday and realized that Flashback Friday is more or less the same as Throwback Thursday. After giving it some thought, I decided to change the name.
To me, family and friends are everything, so I asked myself, why not change Flashback Friday to something different that makes more sense? Something that's more meaningful. I came up with.....!
These days everyone is trying to save as much time as possible. I decided, why not come up with a portmanteau of family and friends? Drumroll please! Tata! Friemily! From now on I will be calling my Instagram Friday, Friemily Friday, coined by none other than me. Thank you very much!!!
For those not familiar with the word, a portmanteau is a combination of two words, for example frenemy, Brangelina, etc. While I was at it, I decided Men-friends Monday and Women-friends Wednesday are okay. However, Saturday was lacking a name, a proper one, at that. Step-out (or, Step-up) Saturday, sounded ideal, and I think I'll be using it!
Just remember, you heard it here first.
Comments are always welcomed!
To me, family and friends are everything, so I asked myself, why not change Flashback Friday to something different that makes more sense? Something that's more meaningful. I came up with.....!
These days everyone is trying to save as much time as possible. I decided, why not come up with a portmanteau of family and friends? Drumroll please! Tata! Friemily! From now on I will be calling my Instagram Friday, Friemily Friday, coined by none other than me. Thank you very much!!!
For those not familiar with the word, a portmanteau is a combination of two words, for example frenemy, Brangelina, etc. While I was at it, I decided Men-friends Monday and Women-friends Wednesday are okay. However, Saturday was lacking a name, a proper one, at that. Step-out (or, Step-up) Saturday, sounded ideal, and I think I'll be using it!
Just remember, you heard it here first.
Comments are always welcomed!
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: Just remember you heard it here first!
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: Just remember you heard it here first!: So I went on Instagram to post a picture for today Friday, and I realized that Flashback Friday is just another word for Throwback Thursday....
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: what is it about New Jersey folk?
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: what is it about New Jersey folk?: What is it about New Jersey folk that makes us want to stay here? Is it being part of the Metropolitan area without actually being in it? ...
what is it about New Jersey folk?
What is it about New Jersey folk that makes us want to stay here? Is it being part of the Metropolitan area without actually being in it? Is it the shore allure? Gambling at Atlantic City, or Kelly Ripa? Those are just some of the possible answers that come to mind, when asked why we are still here.
For those of us who grew up in cities closer to New York, for example Hoboken, Jersey City, or Weehawken, I guess part of it would be having the advantage of being part of the most exciting city in the world. But is that all it is? I think about it often and wonder why the attraction, why am I still here? A lot of my friends have moved to other more appealing places like say, Florida, South Carolina, and Puerto Rico, to name a few. And let's not forget the thousands who go west every year, and not necessarily seeking to be stars.
I am going to attempt to answer the question of why the rest of us are still here.
I, for one, lived for two years in San Jose, Costa Rica, and another two years in Mexico City, two of the most sought after vacation spots worldwide. My family and I were lucky to have lived in luxury in these two cities for four years. Yet, after four years we chose to come back to New Jersey. Several years later, we were presented with the chance to live in Coral Gables. Now what could be more beautiful than Coral Gables? Yet, I turned it down, opting to stay living in New Jersey and preferring to let my poor husband move there by himself for two years. Oh, don't worry, we would visit each other every two weeks. When he couldn't come up, we would go down and stay with him.
New Jersey's location makes it prime for all kinds of crazy weather, below freezing temperatures, snowstorms to boot (no pun intended), fog-like conditions, heat waves, etc., etc. We are not exempt from the harsh climate changes, and lately the polar vortex that has besotted more than half of the country.
We are also not in denial of the dirty politics that have plagued our beloved state for so many years. They are still going on, but that's the nature of the beast. Even with the highest car thefts in the country, it could always be worse. But here, we are among family, like the librarian at Hoboken High assured me. We love our shore and look forward to the day trips to the beach. We have the longest boardwalk in the world in Atlantic City. The first baseball game was played in Hoboken. We love the fact that we can catch any Broadway play on a moment's notice like tourists do, but yet be back in our comfy homes by midnight. New Jersey is referred to as the diner capital of the world, because we have so many diners. We love our suburbs. They are clean and for the most part safe. We feel comfortable here.
The reason why we choose to stay in Jersey? I think I just answered in that last paragraph. But the most important reason I think is the size of our state. We are not a huge state, neither are we the smallest. Most of us know the state like the back of our hand. We are comfortable whether we are in Bergen, Hudson, or Ocean county. It doesn't matter, it's all home to us. And that's a great feeling that I won't get in another state.
Cheers to New "Joisey," like others jokingly call it, and like some of us don't care if we're called "cancer central." Here, we don't have our own baseball or football team, but that's okay. We live in the shadow of the most exciting city in the world, but that's okay. We are still reaping the benefits. And now with the Super Bowl being played in New Jersey for the first time, we are still relegated to second place, but again, it's okay. We don't mind. We know who we are and we are proud. We are New Jersey strong! like Governor Christie refers to us. And like he said in his last address, we welcome anyone who comes here with the purpose of working hard and making it.
New Jersey, ranked the second highest per capita state in the country, the most densely populated, but also the most beloved state by its residents! There are so many interesting things about this humble state that bond us. Google New Jersey so you can see for yourself, or better yet, vist us.
New Jersey so appropriately called the Garden State! Any more good things, and we would be called the Garden of Eden!
For those of us who grew up in cities closer to New York, for example Hoboken, Jersey City, or Weehawken, I guess part of it would be having the advantage of being part of the most exciting city in the world. But is that all it is? I think about it often and wonder why the attraction, why am I still here? A lot of my friends have moved to other more appealing places like say, Florida, South Carolina, and Puerto Rico, to name a few. And let's not forget the thousands who go west every year, and not necessarily seeking to be stars.
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| 80 West before the Delaware Gap |
I am going to attempt to answer the question of why the rest of us are still here.
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| River Edge Public Library |
I, for one, lived for two years in San Jose, Costa Rica, and another two years in Mexico City, two of the most sought after vacation spots worldwide. My family and I were lucky to have lived in luxury in these two cities for four years. Yet, after four years we chose to come back to New Jersey. Several years later, we were presented with the chance to live in Coral Gables. Now what could be more beautiful than Coral Gables? Yet, I turned it down, opting to stay living in New Jersey and preferring to let my poor husband move there by himself for two years. Oh, don't worry, we would visit each other every two weeks. When he couldn't come up, we would go down and stay with him.
New Jersey's location makes it prime for all kinds of crazy weather, below freezing temperatures, snowstorms to boot (no pun intended), fog-like conditions, heat waves, etc., etc. We are not exempt from the harsh climate changes, and lately the polar vortex that has besotted more than half of the country.
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| Van Saun Park, Paramus, in the spring. |
We are also not in denial of the dirty politics that have plagued our beloved state for so many years. They are still going on, but that's the nature of the beast. Even with the highest car thefts in the country, it could always be worse. But here, we are among family, like the librarian at Hoboken High assured me. We love our shore and look forward to the day trips to the beach. We have the longest boardwalk in the world in Atlantic City. The first baseball game was played in Hoboken. We love the fact that we can catch any Broadway play on a moment's notice like tourists do, but yet be back in our comfy homes by midnight. New Jersey is referred to as the diner capital of the world, because we have so many diners. We love our suburbs. They are clean and for the most part safe. We feel comfortable here.
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| View of the Freedom Tower, site of the World Trade Center attack, as seen from the NJ Turnpike. |
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| 12th & Hudson, Hoboken, with Empire State Building in the background! |
The reason why we choose to stay in Jersey? I think I just answered in that last paragraph. But the most important reason I think is the size of our state. We are not a huge state, neither are we the smallest. Most of us know the state like the back of our hand. We are comfortable whether we are in Bergen, Hudson, or Ocean county. It doesn't matter, it's all home to us. And that's a great feeling that I won't get in another state.
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| One of our many beautiful rivers! |
Cheers to New "Joisey," like others jokingly call it, and like some of us don't care if we're called "cancer central." Here, we don't have our own baseball or football team, but that's okay. We live in the shadow of the most exciting city in the world, but that's okay. We are still reaping the benefits. And now with the Super Bowl being played in New Jersey for the first time, we are still relegated to second place, but again, it's okay. We don't mind. We know who we are and we are proud. We are New Jersey strong! like Governor Christie refers to us. And like he said in his last address, we welcome anyone who comes here with the purpose of working hard and making it.
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| The famous Tick Tock Diner - one of so many in the State |
New Jersey, ranked the second highest per capita state in the country, the most densely populated, but also the most beloved state by its residents! There are so many interesting things about this humble state that bond us. Google New Jersey so you can see for yourself, or better yet, vist us.
New Jersey so appropriately called the Garden State! Any more good things, and we would be called the Garden of Eden!
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: A new year, a new challenge ...
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: A new year, a new challenge ...: First off, I want to thank my Lord for another year. When, in my wildest dreams, did I ever think I would make it to 2014? In my mind, I a...
A new year, a new challenge ...
First off, I want to thank my Lord for another year. When, in my wildest dreams, did I ever think I would make it to 2014? In my mind, I always thought 2000 would be it for me. Yet here I am still, after fourteen years.
So 2014 has started off very slowly, dragging its feet, if I may. Which I'm guessing has had to do with several factors: recovering from the holidays, not looking forward to the challenges of a new year, and asking, 'where have I been and where am I headed?' among others.
Yes, we started with Victoria's birthday celebration, and that was awesome as always, but that's as far as it goes. It could be because I entered the year with a horrific back pain, which comes and goes on a whim's notice. Or maybe the below-freezing temperatures have been to blame. Or, the fact that we just celebrated Mom's first year anniversary of going home to The Lord, which is always painful.
It's been so slow as a matter of fact, that there are still boxes of Christmas decorations hanging around. Why the reindeer are still hoisted out front, for good measure?! The dollhouse I put up for the holidays, is still garlaned in lights, though not lit and twinkling, still out on the porch in all its splendor. The doll family will be celebrating the holidays, with their decked tree and all, for heavens knows how long. Blame all this on the back pain. The wreaths are still hanging on the bottom front windows.
Because of the snowstorm on January 3rd, my very important eye doctor's appointment was cancelled and I still haven't called back to reschedule it. Since then and even before, like many parts of the country, we've had snow, rain, fog and even some nice weather in between. But it's been mostly snow, rain, and frigid temperatures, which if you ask me are not very conducive to any outdoor activity except skiing, for those who can afford it, that is. I, for one, certainly can't afford it. I was financially wiped out with the holidays, and am extremely lucky to have just enough money to pay my bills and to eat.
But not to worry, it's not all that bad. Some positive things have happened so far. For example after so many years I visited my high school last week, and experienced the unique opportunity to bask in the memories of the innocent high-schooler. I was both honored and in awe to be walking the corridors and going up and down staircases I had only been able to see in my dreams. I felt so blessed to be there after all those years. The libarian assured me, "We are all family here." And what a nice thing to hear her say. I gifted the school with an autographed copy my book, The Women in White. If I can inspire just one student to succeed, my job in life has been accomplished.
Another wonderful thing came about - Cristina landed a dream job with a major women's magazine as writer, in addition to her regular job as researcher. It's right up her ally, because if anyone can research a story, that would be Crissy. Glamour you are so lucky to have her! As for InStyle, you missed out on having on board, one of the most dedicated and talented people to come out of Princeton. Like the saying goes, "One man's gain, is another man's loss."
On another positive note, our own chef Christian, family pride and joy, landed a place as a judge of this season's Top Chef in Puerto Rico, another in his list of many accomplishments. We are so proud of both Cristina and Christian. Congratulations, you guys!
In the meantime, in my job as a wannabe writer, I am always researching, be it by reading anything I can get my hands on, on the internet, or by traveling when the opportunity presents itself. This last week, some Godsend information landed on my lap and I literally ran with it. It turns out, I may have found the missing link to our family tree which I had altogether given up on, but found one day short of Mom's anniversary. I couldn't help but think that it was Mom's last gift to me, before she left the realms of earth completely. I've always believed that the first year, our loved ones stay with us jut to make sure we're going to be okay and then depart to her eternal home. If you get a chance read my last post.
Victoria has been on winter break as most college kids are, and it's been wonderful having her home. But she seems to spend a lot of time on her ipad, laptop, or watching TV. And although we're somewhat concerned with her lack of physical exercise, I must admit I prefer her home on the computer, than out gallivanting with people who may not have her best interests at heart. We have to be grateful for the little blessings, in however way they come. Brilliant minds do work differently, and who's to say she's not feeding hers with everything in her power. Things could always be so much worse - Miley comes to mind!
Anyway, to quote Helen De Generes, I am truly blessed to have come this far. And, no, I did not make any new year resolutions just like I never do, except to try to stay healthy, to focus on what's really important in life, and to try to enjoy each day to the fullest, if only my back will allow me.
God bless! Stay healthy, focused, and never lose sight of your hopes. They're only a dream away!.
So 2014 has started off very slowly, dragging its feet, if I may. Which I'm guessing has had to do with several factors: recovering from the holidays, not looking forward to the challenges of a new year, and asking, 'where have I been and where am I headed?' among others.
Yes, we started with Victoria's birthday celebration, and that was awesome as always, but that's as far as it goes. It could be because I entered the year with a horrific back pain, which comes and goes on a whim's notice. Or maybe the below-freezing temperatures have been to blame. Or, the fact that we just celebrated Mom's first year anniversary of going home to The Lord, which is always painful.
It's been so slow as a matter of fact, that there are still boxes of Christmas decorations hanging around. Why the reindeer are still hoisted out front, for good measure?! The dollhouse I put up for the holidays, is still garlaned in lights, though not lit and twinkling, still out on the porch in all its splendor. The doll family will be celebrating the holidays, with their decked tree and all, for heavens knows how long. Blame all this on the back pain. The wreaths are still hanging on the bottom front windows.
Because of the snowstorm on January 3rd, my very important eye doctor's appointment was cancelled and I still haven't called back to reschedule it. Since then and even before, like many parts of the country, we've had snow, rain, fog and even some nice weather in between. But it's been mostly snow, rain, and frigid temperatures, which if you ask me are not very conducive to any outdoor activity except skiing, for those who can afford it, that is. I, for one, certainly can't afford it. I was financially wiped out with the holidays, and am extremely lucky to have just enough money to pay my bills and to eat.
But not to worry, it's not all that bad. Some positive things have happened so far. For example after so many years I visited my high school last week, and experienced the unique opportunity to bask in the memories of the innocent high-schooler. I was both honored and in awe to be walking the corridors and going up and down staircases I had only been able to see in my dreams. I felt so blessed to be there after all those years. The libarian assured me, "We are all family here." And what a nice thing to hear her say. I gifted the school with an autographed copy my book, The Women in White. If I can inspire just one student to succeed, my job in life has been accomplished.
Another wonderful thing came about - Cristina landed a dream job with a major women's magazine as writer, in addition to her regular job as researcher. It's right up her ally, because if anyone can research a story, that would be Crissy. Glamour you are so lucky to have her! As for InStyle, you missed out on having on board, one of the most dedicated and talented people to come out of Princeton. Like the saying goes, "One man's gain, is another man's loss."
On another positive note, our own chef Christian, family pride and joy, landed a place as a judge of this season's Top Chef in Puerto Rico, another in his list of many accomplishments. We are so proud of both Cristina and Christian. Congratulations, you guys!
In the meantime, in my job as a wannabe writer, I am always researching, be it by reading anything I can get my hands on, on the internet, or by traveling when the opportunity presents itself. This last week, some Godsend information landed on my lap and I literally ran with it. It turns out, I may have found the missing link to our family tree which I had altogether given up on, but found one day short of Mom's anniversary. I couldn't help but think that it was Mom's last gift to me, before she left the realms of earth completely. I've always believed that the first year, our loved ones stay with us jut to make sure we're going to be okay and then depart to her eternal home. If you get a chance read my last post.
Victoria has been on winter break as most college kids are, and it's been wonderful having her home. But she seems to spend a lot of time on her ipad, laptop, or watching TV. And although we're somewhat concerned with her lack of physical exercise, I must admit I prefer her home on the computer, than out gallivanting with people who may not have her best interests at heart. We have to be grateful for the little blessings, in however way they come. Brilliant minds do work differently, and who's to say she's not feeding hers with everything in her power. Things could always be so much worse - Miley comes to mind!
Anyway, to quote Helen De Generes, I am truly blessed to have come this far. And, no, I did not make any new year resolutions just like I never do, except to try to stay healthy, to focus on what's really important in life, and to try to enjoy each day to the fullest, if only my back will allow me.
God bless! Stay healthy, focused, and never lose sight of your hopes. They're only a dream away!.
Friday, January 10, 2014
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: Found: Antonio Rosell Carbonell, the most importan...
Snap Krackle 'n Pop!: Found: Antonio Rosell Carbonell, the most importan...: Found Antonio Rosell Carbonell: The most important and missing link to the Santiago family tree. Yesterday I was goog...
Found: Antonio Rosell Carbonell, the most important and missing link to the Santiago family tree
Found Antonio Rosell Carbonell: The most important and missing link to
the Santiago family tree.
Yesterday I was googling pictures for my Women in White page, when I came
upon a very interesting article on the pirate Cofresi. Upon further reading I
found that Cofresi's mother was of the distinguished Ramirez de Arellano family
of Cabo Rojo. Cofresi didn't have any children of his own to carry on his
name. His only son died very young. As for Cofresi's two brothers, after
the infamous feats their younger brother pulled off, they most likely preferred
not to be associated with the Cofresi name, and so opted (with good reason, I
should add) to use their mother's name instead.
One of Cofresi's nephews or grandnephews (I'm not sure, as I need to do
more research), married a young girl by the last name of Roselle. Lorenza, or
Lorencita, died of typhus fever at the early age of eighteen. Her father was
Antonio Roselle, a colonel in the Spanish army and stationed in Guayama, in the
southern part of the island. Antonio was born in Spain around 1820, and married
Juana Josefa who bore him three daughters but no sons.
Antonio met Bernardina Batista, the young daughter of Jose and Mercedes Batista,
much later on in life. She must have fallen in love with the
distinguished older officer, enough to risk getting pregnant and bearing him a
son, an illegitimate son whom she named Juan Anacleto.
Records show that Anacleto was born in July of 1880. Antonio was close to
60 then. As an officer of the elite Spanish army, we're certain that he
could not afford to be mixed up in an extramarital affair, or much less,
beget illegitimate children. At her age, his beautiful young girl lover gave
birth to a son. But because of the particulars of this story expressed above,
Bernardina chose to baptize her son by herself. She did so in the church of Guayama a year
after his birth. She must have deduced
that Antonio Rosell was never going to upset his marriage to Juana Josefa or his
military career; and so she did the right thing. There is no record of the
father, nor any information pertaining to his whereabouts, on the baptismal
certificate. The fact that he was Spanish, would explain why he wasn't found in
any of the island's demographic registries.
That illegitimate son of Col. Antonio Rosell, was none other than our
beloved grandfather, Anacleto Santiago, Mom's dad who loved his children, especially
his Gandulito, with an unconditional love. Read my book The Women in
White.
Records show that Bernardina later took a husband by the name of Jose Maria
de Santiago. It would make sense that her firstborn illegitimate son should
take the name of his stepfather.
In summary, Papa's sister Lorencita Roselle, was married to a nephew or
grandnephew of the famous pirate Cofresi who stole from the rich to give to the
poor. Papa would have been either the nephew or grandnephew of Cofresi
the pirate from Cabo Rojo. Throughout the history of our family there
have been many links between Guayama and Cabo Rojo.
It turns out that our family is in some twist of fate somewhat related to
Cofresi. All this is documented and not a figment of my imagination.
I have all the records to prove everything I write here. I have
been diligently working on our family tree for almost two years, but I gave up
the search for our great granddad, Antonio Roselle, a year ago when Mom passed
away.
What a coincidence that this information was made known to me, only three
days before Mom's one year anniversary of going home to the Lord. Coincidence? I don’t think so. I truly believe this was Mom's gift to us
before she leaves once-and-for-all for her eternal dwelling place. After
all, she was my biggest supporter when I was working on our family tree, and
would spend endless hours on the phone with me trying to help me piece together
our family history. She wanted to know who her grandfather was, as much
as I did.
Mom, this one is for you! You never did cease to amaze me!
Thank you from all of us, your children, grandchildren, nieces and
nephews, for this last truly and unique gift! I will love you always and
forever!
With all my love,
S.
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