My cell phone is in love with you.

I look at my cell phone and have a missed call and a message. I was about to listen to my message and decided not to. I review whose call I missed. It is local Girl. I go, "hmmm, I wonder what she wanted". So...I call her back to see what she needed. She sometimes calls me in the morning to get me to do something or to ask me for something. She does not answer. I go back to my office after making my cafe con leche. Local Girl is coming down the hall and asked me what I wanted last night. I tell her, "Well...you called me. I thought I would ask what you needed". She looks at me puzzled and responds, "You called me last night!" I tell her, Ummmm, No I didn't". She says, "I could not get to your call in time and called you right back. I thought you may be in the area." Apparently, my cellphone called her last night. I checked the calls made and there is no outgoing call. I should know. I was arguing with my son about his homework. He did not finish until like 8:30. I tell her in a joking manner, "Maybe my cell phone has a thing for you". She laughs. I also tell her to make sure to apologize to her fiance on behalf of my phone and I would have a talk with my phone about calling her in all hours of the night. I mean I was joking. She thought it was funny. Local Girl was upset because two people that were schedule to work the reception area were running late. This means she could not go and get the coffee she was making. I again joked with her about the call. I tell her, "my cellphone says that he would go and help you but he has not legs. She says, "I think your cellphone has a crush on me". I tell her I will talk to the cellphone and remind it that you have a fiance. It was a strange conversation. I had to report it somewhere. I may even blogg about it. Oh yeah, I checked my outgoing calls and the only call to her cell was the one this morning. It was just strange overall.

Meet me in Montauk

When does the moment occur? The moment you realize that you are in love. Maybe it is an insane obsession? Maybe it is not even love. Maybe Love per say does not exist.

It never really is like in the movies. The hero never walks off into the sunset with the leading lady. Maybe this thing called "LOVE" is a shadow of lust and passion. Can we see it like we see a piece of paper with writing on it? Many different images come to mind that can symbolize love in and iconic format. Damn...I know have the love is cartoons in my head.

I can not believe this little thing breaks my concentration. I can see a picture of a butterfly floating as love. I can see roses as a symbol of love. Those are all things we can touch and feel. So...what does "LOVE" look like. I was to see it. I want to touch it. Am I currently in love? How do I quantify it? How do I measure it? Are we mislead?

I had to get that out. I have been sick for the last couple of days. My throat is killing me. I am sucking halls down like there is no tomorrow. I have no energy and I feel tired. Damn those doctors (except Dr Vodka. ) pushing on me those damn flu shots. I kid you not...I have been more sick since I got that darn flu shot. I was able to dodge it last year, but this year my doctor told me I had to get it. I already hate needles. I was a big boy and got my flu shot and had my blood drawn too.

Update: I am also going to be going to Mexico. Sonrisa is packing me in her belongings. Lets hope I can fit in her carry-on luggage. I'm actually going to go with my uncle D and his family. The kids and I are going to be doing a road trip there with them. We are going to be leaving on Saturday, at 2:00 am in the morning. I am a little nervous. This will be the first time for my kids to go out to Mexico. I am the actual grown-up in charge of my kids. I don't think I have come to terms with this. It should be fun for them. I tend to worry about things sometimes. They may be a little irrational, but nonetheless I still worry. We will do a road trip there and we will be flying back on December 31 and arriving at O'hare sometime around 9. I hope I get home before the bullets start to fly on New Years. Oh yeah, this will also be the first time the kids are going to be on an airplane. This shall be very interesting. I hope I fee better before we leave.

two different poems in the works

el indio viene con su nopal
curando su dolor
con un trago de mezcal
quiere olvidar
se ha escapado la felicidad
soledad viene
me toma de la mano
en la madrugada.


i can imagine the passion
smell her fragrance
leaving its permanent mark
on my marred pysche
she has left me in a mess
ball of raw nerves

still that fragrance lingers
long after she's gone
playing with my mind
torturing me
thinking of the passion
it can be released

give me a chance

I was watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

I was up a little late last night. I was watching Eternal Sunshine. I think this movie has to be one of my all time favorite movies. I remember the feeling watching the movie in the theater on one of those days I was sticking it to the man.

I was supposed to be working. I had a presentation in the evening and so I left my job super early to have enough time to go to the movie and then to my presentation. I used to love my old job. Oh well... you sometimes just have to move on. I remember that this charge for the movie ticket made me go under in my bank account. I had all those fees that the banks charge you for it. I was not even upset about it. I usually get mad at myself for going under. Those bloody bastards (with fist raised in the sky yelling at the banks)!!!

I was so excited because I had watched the preview and said to myself, "I have to so go and watch that movie". Besides the soundtrack sounded really cool. The idea of being able to erase those that have hurt you badly like that is awesome. Given the choice...I do not know if I would take it.

The point was I was trying to make is that I miss that initial encounter stage. The wanting to meet someone new and then you meet them. You are excited to be with them. You want to learn everything you can about them. You send a private investigator to research them. Ok, I was just kidding about that one. I just wanted to make sure you are still with me. I also have to say I really love Kate Winslet in this part. I love the character, too. Clementine. The name in itself sounds magical.

Damn these phones!! They keep ringing. Don't they know I am about to spill my guts out onto the page.

Where was I? Oh yeah...Clementines character is great. I love her spontaneity and her passion for life. I am sure like with everything that may at some point get annoying, but I would love to meet someone with that passion. Hell...I would settle for someone with that haircolor. Damn it!!! I have to go.

To be continued....

I have been following you like a lost puppy!!!

Hola bloggeros,

¿que cuentan? i have had many interesting conversations in the past couple of days. some I would like to talk about here, but i have seem to have forgotten them. let me see... i have covered the winter blues, possible I am manic depressive or obsessive compulsive, am i your slave, what?, possibilty of going to mexico, purchase of a new digital camera, ideas of love, trouble in paradise, racial inequalities, teaching spanish to the kids, are you sure ur not gay. well...the list goes on and on. i guess i really do talk to much, but am i really saying anything.

i would interject a disclaimer here, but i feel to lazy to write it all out. i have gone from being blue to really happy. i have to say, "I love this life". i know the cold and other people can distract me from that idea.

here is a question for you bloggeros. que piensan en ser completamente honestos con unos a los otros. creen que se puede ser honesto con tu pareja? i would like to think that it exist somewhere. that we can be brutally honest with our partners. of course, I then wake up and realize that it has to be a dream.

speaking of dreams...here is the latest dream. i had two bloggeros that do not live anywhere near here make a surprise appearance in my dream. it is too funny to have these two individuals that i have never officially met in person talk to me in a dream. talk about crazy. maybe i am a little nuts. jajajaja!! hay nos vemos.

No sean racistas...

Nashville Considers Banning Food Wagons
By ROSE FRENCH, Associated Press WriterTue Dec 6, 4:13 AM ET
Citing health concerns, the city is considering a ban on taco trucks and other mobile food wagons that dot the busy streets in Nashville's immigrant neighborhoods.
But critics say the proposed ban has more to do with cultural differences than health.

"There's a resounding feeling that these actions are driven by racism," said Loui Olivas, a business professor at Arizona State University. Nashville is one of several cities with fast-growing Hispanic populations that have tried to restrict food trucks recently, he said.

"Folks weren't pointing fingers or speaking loudly with traditional hot dog vendors or bagel or ice cream vendors," Olivas said. "That's always been a part of growing up in America. Why the concern now?"

The proposal was scheduled for debate at a Metropolitan Council meeting Tuesday night. Olivas says Hispanic food truck operators in North Carolina, California, Texas, Arizona and Washington state also say they have been unfairly targeted.

Problems with insects and rodents are worse in food wagons than in restaurants, said Jerry Rowland, director of food protection services for the city Health Department. Inspectors have also found wastewater from food truck sinks running out onto the ground.
Some vendors also prepare much of the food at home, which health inspectors have no way of regulating, he said.

If approved, the law would allow mobile food vendors to operate at temporary special events and would not apply to street vendors, such as the smaller hot dog carts downtown.

Tommy Bradley, one of three city council members sponsoring the ban in Nashville, said the proposal was prompted by legitimate health concerns and was not meant to target Hispanics, who operate the majority of the 70 or so mobile vendors in the city. He points to a city health department inspection of 31 mobile food vendors this summer. Their average sanitary score was a 67 out of 100, compared to an 83 average for restaurants.

The 31 trailers were chosen for inspection because they operate every day throughout the city, health inspectors say.

"They're not created to function as a full-time restaurant, and that's become the case," said Bradley, who has received complaints from businesses near the food trucks.
"The Health Department could go out and shut them down today, but all that mobile vendor would have to do is roll up and go to another location, and the Health Department doesn't have a way of keeping up with where they're going," he said.

Enanzio Lopez, who moved from Mexico and has lived in Nashville the past five years, runs two food wagons and says he has no problem following the city's health regulations.

Sirazul Islam, who emigrated to the U.S. from Bangladesh 15 years ago, invested about $32,000 nearly seven months ago to open his mobile Indian food stand located in the parking lot of an ethnic foods store.
He pointed to his health department score — a 95 — and said it was unfair to punish him along with vendors whose trucks may be unsanitary: "It's a bad idea," Islam said.

The Lion Indeed Sleeps Here Tonight

The clock has struck 5...

It waits for no one.

Time to ride out into the night.

Visit the Heart of our town.

Jump on the metal horse...

It is the L.

It is my ticket for tonight.

Chance encounters

with ghosts from the past.

Trying to jump on my trail.

She tells me...

I want to have a good time tonight!

Shake her at the next stop.

Look at my watch...

It is almost that time.

My maiden awaits by the lion tonight.

Need to make a mad dash.

Dodge the white flakes...

I truly feel alive.

The Heart of this city is vibrant tonight.

Time to cross the street.

The lion winks at me...

Plead with him.

Tell him to hush got a surprise tonight.

Let me get to her.

The Lion indeed sleeps here tonight.

To moochers all over the world...

F%#$ U. I know I need to let this go and continue with my happy life. There is just something that is really bothering. I have a routine. I buy milk and snacks for my daily consumption. I use the milk for my cafe con leche. It is a morning routine that I enjoy. At times, I have offered some individuals cafe con leche to try it. I am all about sharing.

Lately, one particular individual has really started to annoy me. Okay it is Local Girl. She is standing outside my door engaged in conversation with another co-worker. She tells me I am out of milk or coffee grinds. What am I your supplier? Am I peddling your drugs or what? Don't use my stuff and then not offer to buy stuff to help with the collective. Do I have to put out a little kitty? It should not get to that point. There used to be another co-worker that would bring in coffee grinds too. We made coffee to kind of supply the office. There used to be a lot of coffee left over. We would end up throwing it away. So...I started to make at least half a pot to conserve on the grinds. Only make what we can consume. People have taken cups and have been kind enough to ask for a cup. I usually tell them it is okay to go ahead and have some. They offer money...I refuse to take it. One cup is not bad. But please do not take a thousand cups and treat me like I am your dope dealer.

Local Girl has promised that when she gets her CostCo membership. We will be drinking the best coffee in the world. She also tells me she owes me. Well...pay the f#%$& up. Stop mooching off my stuff. Sorry blogger about the angry rant. It has been on my mind. I needed to let that out. I can now continue with my happy life. Well...lets leave it at my life. Hope you are staying warm bloggeros.