#AnasTourDay919

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This Blog is in Memory of ALL the F*CKS We USED to GIVE, may they REST IN PEACE!

I know, it sounds harsh, but it had to be said. Ana, my best friend, is a real one. So, it is only fitting to announce that A. It is her Birthday 9-19-19, at 9:19:19 and B. When it is her BIRTHDAY it feels like it is MY BIRTHDAY. Let me explain this about Ana, her energy matches my energy and we function on the same frequency.

We don’t have much in common, never really did. We have totally different upbringings, she’s a spicy Latina and I am, well Spicy but not a Latina. By the time we met, we were already on different paths with our personal lives. She was independent and had a son and was pregnant with her first daughter, Nhea. I was living with my parents and childless. Eventually, her crew grew to her plus 4 Azhel, Nhea, Nhaya and Julian and my crew was 1 Chloe, and done. We parent differently, watch totally different tv shows, live over an hour away from each other and even dress in a totally different fashion, her weaknesses are my strengths and vice versa. She is the yin to my yang.

Despite all those things we don’t have in common, we can have a total blow-up and then talk the next day as if it never happened. Ana has brought me and left me right out on Front Street without a map to find my way home, just to make me see something about myself that I needed to see. There is a zero-tolerance policy on lying or secrets between us. I love that most. Ana-Banana can tell me things that NOBODY else has permission to tell me. Above all, I know she is the one that I can call at any time of day or night with the tears, my secrets, my celebrations and she never sends me to voicemail, hits decline or “forgets” to text back. That is how WE operate. We have both had hard fucking times, but we never let each other stay down. So today, we celebrate.

Ana must have at least 10 of us out here talking about “she’s my best friend” and I can promise you that she is a best friend to each and every one of us. Do I get jealous, not anymore. (If we are being honest, I used to!) Everyone I have ever introduced her to has loved her, so I understand why this happens. She has a magnetic personality, she is gorgeous and if you know her – you already know – she  is   hysterical!

Her birthday is a Palindrome, which is a fancy way of saying that the number is the same when you write it forward or backward. (They say to learn something new every day, I might have just saved you from trying to do that, you can thank me NOW.) She is a VIRGO which, to me, is the Zodiac sign that I find myself most connected with.

So, why did I decide that this was the birthday to say RIP to the F*CKS WE USED TO GIVE? I will tell you why. There is one huge flaw we have in common… WE CARE TOO MUCH! We are over givers, overdoers, overthinkers, over workers and now we are OVER IT. We are going to enjoy this blessing, another year of life and health. It is so important that we pause and take the time out to enjoy life.

THIS IS NOT A DRESS REHEARSAL, this is the show! So, if this BLOG is about anything, it is me telling you to “Find You A Friend… Like ANA!” and savor each and every second you get to share on this EARTH!

Here is a link to a video I made her years ago on her birthday and other videos of us when we just randomly picked up and drove to Atlantic City for the night or that time she fell at work and hurt herself but all I could do was laugh (after I made sure she was OK, OK!).

That’s what you call BEST FRIEND shenanigans. I love you BESTIE.

HAPPY TOUR DAY!

Ana’s Birthday Video!

Atlantic City Ana

Slippin Fallin Can’t Get UP – Ana FALLS

 

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Dee-Dee-Dehydrated

A Story of Romance, Tequila, and Sunrises

It’s NYFW and if you aren’t aware of what that acronym is, I will let it slide and tell you that stands for “New York Fashion Week”. It isn’t for the faint of heart, or people like me who think “Fashion” should be affordable but most importantly, comfortable. I know that I am not everybody’s cup of tea, for instance, “sneakerheads” cringe when they see me in my Classic all white K-Swiss. That is just one of my collection of 2 pair of sneakers. The other pair is my “fancy” going out sneakers, Adidas Cloudfoams. Combined I might have paid $120 for them.

I get there is an entire community of people who wait in lines, buy to resell and even pay the plug a retainer to make sure they have the next hottest sneaker the day it drops. Trust me, I live with someone who has taken an entire spare bedroom and lined it from the “WINDOW TO THE WALL” (Lil’ Jon Voice), floor to ceiling with nothing but sneaker boxes, some unworn and others that are “specifically for that one outfit, you know, with the shirt that has the neon green reflector patches”, and this is my life.

I am in New York City on my way to a writers workshop, one that I have wanted to go to for a very long time and it is during fashion week, I park and proceed with my plans. Nothing out of the ordinary here, just a day to myself. I decided that I was most comfortable in my sweats, cropped hoodie (which I was told is unbecoming of a 40-year-old woman to wear) and slides – I am talking FURRY SLIDES. Yes, this is my idea of a day in the city apparel.

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*Note the cream pants and the white slides. I didn’t even try y’all…

I digress.

So, I absorb what I can and when the workshop ends I call a friend who is in the city working and ask her if she wants to link up for a quick bite. Here is what you need to know about me, I am Vegan, so eating is a whole to-do with others – so I avoid it at all costs. Plus, I stopped drinking years and years ago. I mean, I don’t even have a glass of wine with dinner. So, I am not much fun when it is “let’s go grab a drink time” and I am on my Seltzer shit. Listen, when I was sick, I figured it would be best to stay away from anything toxic and to me, that meant meat, alcohol, hookah (plus smoking of any sort), staying out late, avoiding crowds and the like.

I find a place that will satisfy both of our dietary needs, Mexican, my favorite! Now, let’s not forget, I am in my sweatsuit and furry slides. I have NO business being in public like this, but it is what it is – I say fuck it. I have lived 40 years on this earth and I am not really sure I care much about what people think of my fashion choices. Actually, IDGAF. And that, my friends, is an acronym for “I DON’T GIVE A F*CK”.

We meet up and walk through the doors of the restaurant. I am so excited to see this person, that I am completely smitten. This is the “romance”. This is when I think about how much I miss seeing the people I love. I want to bite their faces off when I see them. I know, it’s bad. I literally want to crawl into their skin and live there for a bit, so I can feel fully and truly connected to them and make up for the lost time. I don’t know how it happened but I have some of the most amazing people in my life. After I practically squeeze the life out of her, we proceed into this hole in the wall restaurant.

Well, forget what I said above, I am now in a full-blown panic. I tell my friend “I think I should go home, I look CRAZY!” I am not kidding either. I got my loving and now I can leave. Guess what, I actually care about how I look. Apparently, I care so much that I am getting physically ill at the thought of being seen in public. I don’t know if I should laugh or cry. Suddenly, I have no escape, the hostess turns around and says “how many?”, we make eye contact and she looks at me, I am talking from HEAD to TOE. I die a little inside.

The hostess is a beautiful young 20-something, wearing an all-black outfit, a ponytail, and modest makeup. She smiles, “Oh. Wow!” she says. I have NO idea where she is going with this and I am in front of someone who will forever remind me of the day I got made fun of at the Mexican restaurant by the hostess. This “Oh. Wow!” is followed by “I love your look, it is SUPER stylish,” she says. I swallow hard, looking for the cameras – this must be a joke. She squeals “YOU ARE SO CUTE” as she turns her back and takes us to our seat. At this point, I am looking at my friend like, is this real life? The hostess, who is now my IDOL, leads the way as my friend tells the story of me trying to skip out on dinner because I thought I looked ridiculous. At this point, we are all laughing, not sure why.

We get seated and I can feel it… Am I alone here? Have you ever been super uncomfortable and dreading something and then one little thing happens and your entire vibe changes? This girl, in all her splendor, MADE MY NIGHT. A night that almost didn’t happen – went until 5 am.

I went from (lower case) level 2 Dee-Dee to (ALL CAPS) LEVEL 10 DAY-DAY. That was all I needed to hear, I looked CUTE. Girl, stop. NO, tell me more!

The waiter comes, I am like “HAYYYYYYYYYYY, FUN Dee-Dee in the HOUSE!!!” he looks at me like he has no time for my shenanigans. I get serious, “I will take a margarita”, and do I ever. I suck that baby down before the food comes. I proceed to drink my friend’s margarita because they aren’t coming in fast enough and just like that, I am on my worst behavior. Loud, obnoxious, laughing out loud at everything, whispering in my loud voice.

It was fun, I can’t lie to you. I was really trying to tone it down but, the way my brain is set up… I couldn’t!

This is my life.

When it comes to fashion, I will be the first to admit, I am not going to become the “OOTD” Instagram ICON. (ootd = outfit of the day). There are a few very important things that I believe deeply in, I have listed them below and I stand firm in my belief system.

  1. Accessories – I think nothing of spending money on bags, scarves, sunglasses, eyeglasses, and jewelry. ALL of these are considered INVESTMENTS to me. I have purses from 1998 that hold up today.
  2. A collection of denim in every shade and fit. I will wear overalls, distressed boyfriend jeans or jeggings. As long as I have jeans in my closet, I am happy. Me, personally, I wear American Eagle jeans, they fit my mom-bod best.
  3. Sweat – ANYTHING. I am talking about, sweatpants, joggers, sweatshirts, sweaters. I am a summer person so it is hard to admit that I miss only one thing during the summer that I get the other 9 months of the year… HOODIE SEASON! If you are reading this, mark my words, I will be sent off into my next life in a hoodie. If I am not, then SOMEONE (Tracey, my sister) didn’t follow my End of Life ARRANGEMENTS… I just need to know that if there is life after this, I am comfortable and CUTE!

HENCE, this is why I need to stay home my people. You need to understand, I have only 2 modes.

  1. Netflix on my sofa
  2. TURNT TF UP – (TF = The F*ck)

That’s it and it’s like a lightswitch, I go from one extreme to the other. That was Tuesday night, I am still paying for it. Moderation, that is the word of the day. I need to learn to do things in moderation. I want to go out, do things and enjoy my life without the consequences of the monster I refer to as “Dee-Dee Dehydrated”.

Dee-Dee Dehydrated is all the things I dislike being. A grumpy baby with dry skin. Short and mean. Snippy, nauseated, emotional (this includes crying for no reason), headachy and stuck in the fetal position in a YouTube rabbit-hole that started so innocently with “kittens playing with strings” and ended up being “flesh-eating bacteria found on high-end hotel room tv remote turns mans limbs to tree trunks”.

I am happy to say that my daughter, Chloe, is loving college and I think that is why I am able to enjoy myself without any guilt or worries. She is adjusting and so am I…

Well, that is all folks. Until next time of course! Dee-Dee Dehydrated SIGNING OFF!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, I lost 65 Pounds…

So, if you follow me on Social Media, @LaDolceDeeDee on IG, you might notice something drastically different about the way I look. No, I didn’t get rid of my RAVEN HAIR VIXEN look, I think I will always have BLACK HAIR! No, I still haven’t decided to chop off my hair or get that “Wavy Beach Perm” they had in the August issue of Cosmo WAVY PERM in 2019??? 

So, what is the big difference? Well, I lost weight. Now, before you all ask me “how’d you do it” I am going to let you in on the BIG SECRET… I have NO secret. Sorry. I know that is a HUGE disappointment. I know when I was 70 pounds heavier, I was asking everyone for their “secrets” and I heard it all…

Counting calories, working out 5 days a week, intermittent fasting, yadda yadda yadda. I heard it all and did none of it.

First off, I have been a vegetarian for quite a few years. That was a decision I made for 3 reasons.

1. the environment

2. because I got a puppy and realized that there was NO WAY I could ever eat another living creature again

3. Vanessa Morales posted a video of cows feeling the grass and it truly fucked my head up. Cows Feeling Grass

That is the actual 3 reasons why I stopped eating animal. I am a FRIENDS not FOOD Advocate.

Losing weight was a fluke. I have been sick for years, battling a BAD flare-up of my Rheumatoid Arthritis and taking handfuls of medication every day that was ravaging my body. At first, the medicine made me blow up, then it started to do all the other things like hurt my stomach, make my blood pressure spike up, cause ringing in my ears, blur my vision and so on… Besides all that, I wasn’t feeling better AT ALL. Eventually, they realized there was a rapid degeneration of my bones and my body was getting deformed – literally. So, my team of doctors decided we needed to take a more aggressive approach, we were talking surgery now to correct some major damage done.

The thought of surgery scared me, I was not healthy enough to have surgery so there was a BIG worry if I didn’t lose weight I could be risking even more. My blood pressure was so high at one point that I was unable to get out of bed for days. I decided that I was going to try to become a Vegan, it was the natural progression after vegetarianism. I was in so much pain I lost any appetite I had and having been pulled off the majority of the medications, especially the steroids, the weight just started to drop off me.

If you read to the end, I might put a few “before and after pics” for you to see what 65 pounds off a body can look like.

It was a combination of my sickness, becoming a vegan and nerves that made it happen. I was losing more and more mobility every day and that scared me. I needed to get this surgery and when it was to the point that I couldn’t walk at all, it happened.

I am now 4 months post spinal surgery and officially 65 pounds down as of my last doctor visit. I don’t do scales so I had NO idea how much I lost, nor did I care.

So, what happens when you lose that much weight in such a short period of time? I can say a few things about that. Everyone accuses me of getting weight loss surgery, which I don’t think there is ANY shame in, but I didn’t do it – and I am an open book… If I did it, you’d know. I get a lot of “you look sick” comments, which I find hysterical. Nobody EVER said I looked sick when I was hitting 200 lbs WHEN I WAS ACTUALLY SICK! So, if you are one of those people, think before you speak, that is just silly. I am nowhere near my doctors “goal weight” of 110 lbs (for my height).

Here is the deal, getting sick and losing the weight was what triggered my weight loss and if I had the choice of being HEALTHY AND HEAVY, I would probably never have thought twice about it. I have been more active in the 4 months since surgery than I had in the 4 years leading up to it, so I know that this was a blessing in disguise.

My advice for anyone who is stuck in a weight rut, don’t beat yourself up. Health is the most important thing you can have. If you are at a point where you know you have done everything possible and need medical intervention, do not be shamed out of it. Nobody else has to live inside your body. You do what YOU need to do. If you have not tried it all, then start giving new things a go! I see people having success on “fad” diets and the reason it may work for them is because EVERY BODY IS DIFFERENT! Whatever you do, do not take your body for granted. Don’t be content with just getting up in the morning, turning 40 and having this new lease on life has me realizing that I wasted many years in that unhappy and unhealthy body – despite my illness I should have taken steps to prevent my weight gain or get it under control.

This isn’t a dress rehearsal, this is the SHOW! There are no do-overs, at least that I know of… So, BREAK A LEG… (not literally – OK!)

Below are photos of the same month last year versus this year.

 

 

 

Rebirth of Slick…

August 20, 2019

Today, today is exactly 7 days away from “Move-In” Day. A bittersweet thought. Am I proud of my daughter for continuing her education? OF COURSE! We are still getting Acceptance Letters, months after we made our deposit to NJCU in Jersey City, New Jersey. She was just accepted into Barry U located in Miami Shores, which sounded like a DREAM to me but she’s set on being near New York City for internship and career opportunities, so Jersey City it is!

What will change in the next seven days? What will my house look like when we go from three humans to 2 humans? Will it feel empty? I usually come home to some really loud music playing on a speaker in her room, that’s how I keep my youthful edge and know all the words to Chief Keef and Lil Uzi Vert songs. When “NO CAP” became a phrase in my regular vocabulary, I needed her there to laugh at me and remind me that this wasn’t MY time. There is so much to think about, so little time to figure it all out.

I love watching the news with her. Asking her about current events and letting her explain her thoughts on politics, modern-day feminism and the water crisis plaguing communities across the nation. We didn’t always waste time laying around and laughing, she was my best friend for almost 19 years. She lived inside of me and then when she was outside of me, she would’ve crawled under my flesh to get back inside – that is how close we are… There is a very specific relationship when it comes to “only children” and siblings who have large age gaps, the primary caregiver usually is relied on for more than the basics – she relied on me to play with her, to watch Spongebob marathons until we both knew the words to every episode. I can still sing along to “It’s the BEST DAT EVERRRRR” and even worse the entire High School Musical soundtrack. I was a ballerina with her when she got Bella Dancerella, I did it all.

We can joke that “she’s only going an hour away” but if you drive in New Jersey, you know damn well that I could spend 15 minutes getting to the area and then at least an hour getting through Jersey City and forget looking for parking. So, don’t act like I am exaggerating. I am used to having her close enough that I trip over her. I know, I am carrying on, but I am pretty sure that is what we do during these times. Right?

I cry – a lot. Ask my sister who is usually the one who has to listen to said crying. What good does crying do? I end up with swollen eyes, a headache and it seems irrational. I don’t cry in front of Chloe (usually) but there are days when she catches me off guard, like yesterday. What was it? OH! I was walking around the house slouched over, a lot on my mind. She asks “Are you ok?” and I say “Yes! Why?” so she laughs, points at me and says “Look at you”. I look down, my loose bun falls out, hair tie hits the floor. I realize I am in big underwear that no longer fit me, a tee-shirt that is falling off my shoulders that I so cleverly knotted with a scrunchy and I am wearing two different flip flops, one black one white. “It looks like you are depressed” she giggles. As if that is a laughing matter.

INSERT AWKWARD SILENCE.

“No Chloe, I am not depressed” I snap back, “Can EVERYONE just give me some time to process things, this is a lot for Mom.” INSERT TEARS (both as I type right now and as I spoke those words to her) Referring to myself in the third person is a good indicator that I’ve lost my shit. Everyone, who is everyone? EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU that is who. I am blaming everyone for me feeling the total opposite of what I am supposed to be feeling right now.

I know what you’re thinking too… If you follow me on social media, @LaDolceDeeDee, you are probably reading this like… Hmmmmm, I thought it was “HOT GIRL SUMMER” for Dee-Dee and what happened to “LIVING MY BEST LIFE”. Smoke and mirrors people. ROSE. COLORED. GLASSES. I hide a lot.

For the next 7 days, I will be posting here – the highs and lows of this all. What to expect when you are NOT expecting. Something for me to look back at as a sort of time capsule if you will. A diary of sorts.

“I got seven reasons, I don’t got four, five, six.” (070 Shake)

Today the reason I write is… I am heartbroken.

 

August 21, 2019

6 days to go… I cried myself to sleep last night. My husband, Jerome, had to do some work in the city so he left at about 5 pm and I never heard him come back in and Chloe left for the movies by 6 pm.

To keep myself occupied, I grabbed my recyclable grocery bags and shot over to the farm. Then hit up Stop & Shop. As I stood in the “Toiletry Aisle” just staring at the 100’s of brands and scents of deodorant I began to weep. I think to myself, “if someone else uses her deodorant, she will be so upset, I better buy a few” but I cannot remember which one was HER one.

I am overwhelmed and unsure about everything I know about my life when a man walks past me and we make eye contact. “Freddie” I whisper, embarrassed because I wonder if he will recognize me with a scarf tied into a knot on my head, denim overalls and glasses on.

He stops, “Dee-Dee, oh my God” and we hug.

When I left North Bergen, I lost contact with so many people. He was one of them. Through social media, we were able to reconnect and I eventually became friendly with his wife as well. A few years back, both he and his wife disappeared from my social media feeds and I never did see or hear from them again. I have done that at times, taken breaks from interaction with people through “devices” so I thought nothing of it until I saw his face that moment.

From what I could last recall, they lived 2 hours away from this little town where I reside. In my head, there was absolutely no reason he would be standing in my local grocery store.

The universe aligned.

We spent the next 30 minutes catching up on life. So much has happened for us both and it was a great conversation with someone who, I admit, I didn’t agree with on many things – especially politics. We laughed and yes, we both cried – a lot has happened in a few years. Finally, we exchanged numbers so we can try to get our families together at some point and then went our own ways.

He told me he is not embarrassed to admit he has crystals at home, because of me. He too believes in their powers. He meditates every night and is manifesting all good things. My friend Anayra, who I refer to as my “Goo” aka Guru, always says to be your true self because you never know who is watching or taking notes, you never know who you might be impacting or guiding down a path of enlightenment. She is right, as usual.

He was watching and emulating some of the things I do for my wellbeing so that he can create a more peaceful existence for himself and his family.

When I was standing in that aisle, eyes welled up with tears because I couldn’t remember my daughters specific deodorant, I felt so useless. I could hear Kanye, “YOU DON’T HAVE THE ANSWERS SWAY” in my head. Then, the universe intervened.

I walked out of the store with a smile and no deodorant. I think I will just let her handle that. I have to keep reminding myself, I am so much more than a mom. I have a whole identity outside of that title. I needed him standing right there in front of me to remind me of this, the universe aligns and things work out. This is just the beginning.

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August 22, 2019

5 Days Until College…

Today I woke up in a glorious mood. I got a great night of sleep, despite the 2:30 am a phone call from my baby to tell me she made it to her destination safely! I never mind a call from her. Nobody else better try it though. Once she was in, I was able to get another six hours straight sleep.

I have been back on my seven-step skincare regiment and it is time-consuming, but I have the time, and it is paying off. I know this is going to sound crazy, so bear with me, but… I have a friend on Instagram who I only actually know through Instagram. She isn’t a total stranger, I know she knows my daughter but we message all the time. She is constantly asking about my skin which makes me feel amazing. It’s the little things people. So, today I took a selfie in the bright sunlight and slid into her DM’s. She just gets me and now has me convinced that I do not look my age which could be dangerous. If I don’t look my age, why act it? AM I RIGHT? (What do 40-year-olds act like anyway?)

 

August 23, 2019

4 Days Until College…

August 23rd, a very special day in my life, the day my little girl was brought into this world. She is 18 years old today. Officially “an adult” but, I am not quite sure that is the way I see it. She will always be my baby. With all the madness surrounding college, the money we’ve spent the last few weeks and the exhaustion of getting things settled – I decided that I would getaway for the weekend. My niece, Latoya is 36 weeks pregnant and tonight is her baby “sprinkle” in Atlanta, GA. I am so honored to be the Godmother of her third child, Baby Ayah who is due to arrive in a few weeks. I just ran into, not 1 or 2 but 3 friends in Newark Airport. I love random encounters and it seems I am having more and more of them lately. I usually make a big deal about my daughter’s birthday, but this time around it seems like COLLEGE is the BIG DEAL. I asked Chloe if she minded me missing her 18th Birthday and she gave me her blessing. So, as much as it sucks being away, I am going!

My sister is with me, Tracey is so great party prepping and planning. I swear, she missed her calling as an event planner. Everything looks pristine.

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My niece has a beautiful home, custom-built to her liking. I am so proud to see all she has accomplished as a young entrepreneur. She is in the Entertainment business and if you aren’t following her yet, what are you waiting for? (@LatoyaForever on IG and link to Youtube in her BIO)

https://youtu.be/wZ4mxKtJxIQ Latoya Forever Vlog

We celebrate until about 2 am, which at 40 feels like I am “breaking night”. The party *which is also on YouTube (links below) was amazing!

I found out, Chloe ate her first Philly Cheesesteak today in Philadelphia. Thank you Ish!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!

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August 24, 2019

3 Days Until College

Oh, my sister. She loves me the most. I swear, all she wants to do it relax but I am up and already writing. I am excited to explore Atlanta. There is so much to do and only 24 hours left to do it all! Tracey was very excited about the “European Breakfast Buffet” in the hotel, I wasn’t sure what that meant so I did a little poking around on the World Wide Web, apparently it’s cured meats and cheeses, so this Vegan walked her ass to the CIRCLE K and bought a SABRA Hummus pack and called it a day.

One of my nearest and dearest friends, Tara, moved to Atlanta years ago and she just dropped her son off at college in Florida. She is a whole 4 hours away from him, meanwhile, I am crying for about 1 hour – so I am going to act solid today! She said she hadn’t cried once. It took about 15 minutes of us chatting poolside for us both to be sobbing and my sister laughing at us while gripping her heart because as a mother, she just gets it.

I sneak in a little “siesta” and then my sister and I hit the town. Atlanta has great energy, lots of things to see! Being from the city, having even lived in New York for a short time, it takes a lot for another city to impress me but it sure did the job. More than anything, I was grateful today. I am in great health, I can not only walk but run through a park for fun. I am with my sister who I have an amazing relationship with and my family is all healthy and happy. What more on EARTH can I ask for? It is a blessing. What a time to be alive!

August 25, 2019

2 Days Until College

It’s Sunday. I fly home. I cook and clean. I go to bed!

August 26, 2019

1 day Until College

Shit is so real. It is a Monday, which is my busy day in the office. We do some last-minute things like laundry and shopping. I watch her as she is packing. I have watched her pack for trips across the world, summers in Canada but this packing is much more thought out. She is packing with a purpose. She keeps handing me stuff to fold “good” and I love that she thinks I am such an impressive folder. I remember how much I loved folding her baby clothes, delicate and tiny. I ask her “will you sleep with mommy tonight?” and she looks over with a laugh, “yes mom, I will sleep in your bed”. I make her promise.

As we load up the car, nobody is saying anything. It is an awkward silence and I don’t like it at all. My husband typically takes on the role of the clown, but he is just quietly organizing the bins in our two trucks. I have never seen him like this, I never really considered his emotions much during this process. I start to feel guilty about that, so I stop to hug him on the lawn. Tears begin to stream down my cheeks and settle into his sweatshirt. “Come on, don’t cry in front of her… You have to be strong for her” he reminds me. I wipe away my tears and hide behind the truck until I pull it all the way together. I got this.

That night, Chloe and I cuddle while her father is out. Even though she ended up sleeping in her bed, I was able to hold onto her real tight for a few minutes and it was just fine. She is going to be just fine. I will be JUST FINE.

MOVE-IN DAY!

August 27, 2019

This is the moment we waited for, the moment she worked so hard for and I’d be lying if I said I was just sad. The truth is, as much as I am sad that she is going to sleep somewhere else tonight, I am so insanely proud. Let’s rewind 19 years, shall we? I can remember telling people I was pregnant and their reactions were so negative. Everyone counted me out. They counted her father out, and we are going on 20 years together. We would just end up another statistic, right? WRONG.

This isn’t some premature VICTORY LAP, I know this is just the start of this journey but she is taking a journey I never even CONSIDERED. College was “not for me” and nobody ever argued that with me except Mr. Steinberg, my High School English Teacher. That man insisted I had a talent and I would waste it if I didn’t go to college. My talent, writing.

The move-in was so organized and she had everything she needed. The dorm is more like a luxury apartment. She is in her element, I can see it immediately. This puts me at ease. My racing heart calms a little and it becomes fun. Meeting her suitemates and seeing the excitement on everyone’s faces. The DJ playing great music so everyone is moving with intention, I loved how the place was buzzing. Before I could even take it all in, she was set up and settled in. There was nothing left for mom and dad to do except say our good-byes.

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She walks us to the parking lot, she knows that we cannot do this in front of a crowd or it’ll go viral. Outside of the NJCU West Village Campus, I tell her, once again, how proud I am to be HER mother. I recite a line from “our song” to her in my best Nikki Minaj voice “GREATNESS IS WHAT WE ON DA BRINK OF” and we hug it out. I assure her that my tears are ALL tears of elation. Jerome shares a moment with her and then, the three of us hug. This hug lasts a little longer than most and it is a little tighter. As she begins her walk back to her building, she doesn’t look back. As soon as she is out of sight I make eye contact with my husband. I slowly begin to slide down the car door. My butt is on the hot black pavement and my back is against the truck. My head slumped between my knees. I am crying so hard it is inaudible. My husband successfully pulls me up and into his arms. We embrace and he assures me that this is the first day of the best of our lives. We laugh at my scene, it was dramatic and I am so glad she missed it. Once I can see again through these swollen eyes, we get into our cars and begin our solo journeys. Me, I go to work, why miss a day. Him, he goes sleep for the first time in 30 hours.

I have been inundated with messages of love. Thank you. Today was one of the best days in my life, despite the ache in my heart I am beaming with pride.

 

The REBIRTH

Hello to all my Lovies, OLD and NEW! I am so happy to be here on my old stomping grounds, the Love, The Undoing BlogSpot! You will be able to keep up with me and what I have been doing with all my newly found freedom.

Life has changed drastically since my last post and if you have followed me at the Daily Feels, you know this!

If not, stop on by there to check out some of what I had to say over the last two years!

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FIRST BLOG, TONIGHT!

2017 Lesson

I always like to take some time to reflect on the last 365 days on New Year’s Day. This year was the year of lessons learned by watching my friends and loved ones. I will be the first to admit that when I was a child, I needed to touch the stove to realize it was hot, regardless of how many times I was warned by my mom. These days, I watch the things happening around me closely. I think before speaking and acting. I try to make choices consciously. I manage my time, money and energy in a way that will leave me feeling better – not worse.

I have listened to people I care about cry, over and over, “why does this happen to me”? when none of what is happening to them is random. These are bright people who have had the luxury of education and still they do not realize that what is happening to them is a direct effect of the cause. Yes, cause and effect.

A very simple explanation: Cause and effect is a relationship between events or things, where one is the result of the other or others. This is a combination of action and reaction. Cause and Effect

Living life consciously, you will find that there is a healthy way to think things through without overthinking. There is an energy that you put into the world when you rush things that says they aren’t worth the wait. There is a vibration of restlessness that we give off when we make rash decisions. I believe in fate, stars aligning perfectly and all of that, but it doesn’t excuse common sense.

So, thank you 2017 for giving me patience. I wish for all my loved ones to have patience and strength when making decisions.

 

BREAKING NEWS: I AM A GODDESS

alva-1I recently traveled to Miami with some of my closest friends for an all girls getaway. Knowing I was going down to my favorite home away from home for some much needed rest and relaxation, I wanted to treat myself to a massage or spa day. As many of you know, I am a “vibes gyal”. (TRANSLATION: I feed off the “vibes”  or emotional signals a person gives out to those around them with their body language and social interactions.) In 39 years, I have experienced many massages and therapeutic treatments that left me feeling drained and no better than when I walked in. I attribute much of my subpar “massages” to the fact that, my body (which is my temple), was having a very intimate and personal experience with someone who I didn’t know, someone who wasn’t on an equal or higher vibration as me and the energy they gave off was the “Lady, I’m just doing my job here” and that exhausted me physically and emotionally.

Practicing Yoga and Meditation, I have discovered how important “touch” is (notice I didn’t say HUMAN TOUCH? I think touching a leaf, a tree, your pets, salt water, etc… is just as important to a full life as human touch!) and how much better it feels when the touch comes from someone who loves you or welcomes you. Having grown up in a Latino community, I was always meeting people and being kissed and hugged by complete strangers. It never felt awkward or wrong, it was equivalent to a handshake. Nothing intimate or personal about it. Unless, you were walking into your best friends Cuban house and Abuela reached for you. That was the touch I wanted, the hug that melts people together, where you can feel their heartbeat, hear her shallow breaths and smell her home cooked food in the fabric of her clothes.

Ahhhh…

Anyway, that was what I was looking for, a meaningful experience.

Instead of just booking the cheapest or closest to where I was staying, I took to the inter-web in search of a professional who practiced and believed in healing energy. I used all the “keywords” that I thought would best describe my wants and desires!

So, with hopes of finding “the one” I logged onto Google and typed healing energy vibrational sound aromatherapy tantric spiritual yoga crystal meditation healers massage Miami Florida then hit SEARCH. I went through each result, one by one. I was determined enough to make it to the second page and there she was, Michelle Alva. I checked out her website, went onto her Instagram and Facebook pages and carefully examined her posts. I felt connected to her immediately, so I reached out.

Michelle Alva Website

Michelle reached out to me that night and we had what she referred to as a “discovery phone call” and discussed the parts of my life that could benefit from some fine tuning. This was the first time someone actually took the time to get to know me as a human and not a customer or client before a therapeutic treatment. It made all the difference in the world.

Last week, on a warm sunny day in Miami, I got ready and went to have my session with Michelle. I was greeted at the door with a huge smile and a hug. Just entering that sacred space brought me an overwhelming feeling of love. Surrounded by instruments, flowers, essential oils and fresh air. There was sunlight, crystals, a Buddha, Mandalas and all the wonderful beautiful adornments that hold special places in my heart.

We sipped tea and discussed the process. I trusted her with my temple. I had no pressure or expectations, just trust.

For two hours I lost myself in this room. I left behind everything that did not serve me. My heart was wide open. My body was treated with respect and care. There was such passion in her touch. Paying attention to all of me. I was adorned with rose petals, potent, fresh, red rose petals. I was covered in oils, the sound of drums vibrating through my body. Chanting words of praise for me, I was a GODDESS. I was breathing with intention, three deep breaths in, holding and releasing the unwanted. Naked, surrendering to it all. Chimes and bowls, ringing and singing.

I AM A GODDESS.

I AM A GODDESS.

Inside a session…

I am so grateful that everything aligned and I found Michelle Alva. This was proof that the Universe is listening.

If you are ever in the Miami area, Key Biscayne to be exact, check her out! She is a beautiful soul providing an amazing experience for the universe!

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