Tuesdays of Texture | Week 50 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is a really awesome weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

Cuatro

From my archives, all the music texture!  That’s my father playing the cuatro. A true indicator that Christmas is near.

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Tuesdays of Texture | Week 49 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is a really awesome weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

butterfly in fuzzy flower

I missed Dancing Mondays yesterday, and you know I’m always honest, Tuesdays of Texture is here because I have a commitment with this series/challenge and all of you guys that enjoy it.  Otherwise I’d be watching the third episode of Gilmore Girls (I’m going to watch it, after I schedule this.  Oh, yes, this post is scheduled. Yay technology.) as I have been doing for the past two nights.

I only have two episodes to finish so I’ll be back to doing actual productive stuff, like writing or sleeping those two hours, but for the moment I’m giving myself those two hours to enjoy.  I rarely do anything that decadent and even though I’m sleeping less, I have so much fun that my mood reflects it.

Picture relevant:  that butterfly let me get that close to it, it didn’t move.  The texture I like most though, is the one in the flowers.  Fuzzy!

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Tuesdays of Texture | Week 48 of 2016

Tuesdays of Texture is a really awesome weekly feature.  You can read about it over here; but the short version is I want to see a bit of your world so link up your post in the comments!

sofrito

That is my sofrito.  I started making my own when I moved back home and to my surprise (but mostly to my grandma’s surprise) I make a mean sofrito.  It’s freaking delicious.  In case you ever want to try to make your own, I use:

Edited to detail the recipe, to approximate amounts (you can’t mess up a sofrito, add more or less of the ingredients you like more or less):

six onions, a pound of peppers (green and red – I use canned red peppers if I can’t find them fresh), a pack of sweet small peppers, 2 packs of fresh cilantro (less than half a pound), 2 packs of culantro (less that half a pound), six garlic heads, six to eight leaves of oregano (wild and any other I find).  I do enough to fill a big pot with one bag of onions because it unfreezes perfectly and I use it almost everyday.

This is what we add to yellow rice (rice mixed with any meat or vegetables), practically all our meats and all our soups.  During December this is the smell in every Puerto Rican house.

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Have a beautiful day and remember to share a bit of it with me!

Dancing Mondays: All I Ask, Covered by Bruno Mars Edition

I don’t need to deny this so I’ll just come out with both hands in front of me as a sign of my sincerity and say:  I’m having a Bruno Mars phase.  And it seems to be rather deep.

I mean, I had a tiny Drake phase a few months back, but now that it’s behind and this has happened, I can see it was meaningless.  It probably had more to do with the summer transition that anything else and it only lasted like, a week.

It started the night I tweeted this:

I fell in love during the five minutes of that performance and have watched that every night since then.

And then I went on a youtube spiral of every interview he’s ever given (not that I had never followed him or his music before) and soon felt like, that man is so beautiful.   I mean, he is an “all for the music” type of guy – very a la Prince style – where he never talks politics or his personal life,  and admits that he’s always thinking about work;  but somehow you can see his genuine soul, his joy in making others happy, his humbleness right there.

And then, he happens to be an amazing music maker.  That song, All I Ask is Adele’s BUT;  guess who wrote it?  Yep.  Pedro himself. (I affectionately call him Pedro because his name is Peter.)  Here’s a video where he talks about what it was like to write that song for Adele:

My favorite lyric of that song is “Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do” and in his latests Rolling Stone’s interview he mentioned something that surprised me a lot:  he said he didn’t like the word lovers and asked Adele to reconsider it.  Of course Adele was “very gangster” about it and insisted that it was perfect.  He later realised – as did any other human that heard that song – that it is the grand word that makes the song perfection and goes to point out he even “looks forward to singing it”.  Isn’t that crazy?  That is the one line that makes it a master piece!  Yet it was questioned by the very master behind it.

Anyway, all his music feels comforting lately.  I go through this stages fairly often, though mostly I go through genre phases rather than a specific artist.   I’ve had phases with Marc Anthony, Michael Jackson, Elvis, Etta James, Guns N’ Roses, Bob Marley to name a few.  The only thing I think they have in common is that, in their own way, they all have music for every mood.

Dear Pedro certainly has that in buckets so, I think I’m gonna be basking in his musical journey for a while.  And there’s also the fact that his dancing:

Since I’m being honest and this is DANCING Mondays. (The naughty happens after minute 3:10 if you want to get to work the middle, pun intended.)

Edited to add : this happened yesterday ;

He slayes. Case close.

Have a joyful day!

I Remember: The biggest lie I’ve ever told

My first boyfriend was fixing bazooka speakers into the back seat of his car and I decided to hang out there.  In front of the things.  To this day, I don’t know what I was doing there.  I didn’t even liked that car, it wasn’t comfortable and I could’ve been doing anything else.  But there I was.

He left to go inside and as I was trying to get comfortable I slipped and my hand hit one of the speaker covers.  It sank on one side and left it lopsided.  It couldn’t be fixed.

When he came back and I saw it I was outside the car and I told him I didn’t knew what happened.  That it wasn’t me. His brother called him and when he came back he said “my brother says he saw you hitting the speaker, tell me if you ruined it, I won’t get angry, I just want you to tell me the truth”.

And then I lamely lied to his face.  I refused to accept that it had been me.  I remember feeling like I didn’t want to carry that burden because I couldn’t fix what I had done.  I couldn’t replace the speaker and I couldn’t be the one to ruin something that he wanted so badly and had worked so hard to get.

So I lied.  Even though there was no way he could believe me, I told him what I wanted to hear.  I felt physically sick for days after whenever I remembered what I did, but I never told him the truth.

There.  Off my chest now.

He chose his profession perfectly

It was errand day today.

My instagram story (click the icon) has a bit of documentation.

One of the errands I had to do was pick up a prescription for my grandma at her doctor’s.  I was in a bit of a hurry because I wanted to complete my entire to-do list in three hours and I was late by like, seven hours.

I got to the parking lot and there was an ambulance, all the lights on, doors in the back open.   I was immediately sorry for whoever was going to get in there.  I knew it was most probably an old person because the doctor mostly tends to those and I went out of the car wishing I wouldn’t have to see someone gravely ill.

I was so relieved when I got to the door and heard people inside talking calmly, a smiley lady was opening the door.  There was an old lady laying in a stretcher, her right knee looked like it had a ton of liquid in it, it was very swollen.  Her daughter was standing by her side helping her answer the questions of the paramedic that was standing behind her.  That’s when I saw him.  I literally WOWED in my mind.

He was a hunk!  A tall, most handsome face hunkity hunk.

I couldn’t walk past them so I stood at the door while they finished the questionnaire.  When they did the daughter said “ok, mom, I’ll see you in a little bit.”  She made this mischievous face while she said it, her eyes darting up to the paramedic.

And then the old lady smirked the cutest, most gleeful smirk.  If there was ever a lady that was happy to be riding an ambulance with a paramedic, it was this lady knowing that she was riding the ambulance with the hunkiest paramedic in all America.

 

Ordinary trip turned into reptile adventure

Tuesdays of Texture | Week 47 of 2016

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A photo posted by @naramilee on

Found this on the entrance of my voting station.  Which is a school (I don’t know where you vote in the US but here voting happens in designated public schools).  I couldn’t use my cell phone inside the classroom, but it was depressing.  Piles of useless papers.  A couple of plastic models about sixty years old.  Dirt.  Broken things.  Paint coming off the walls.  Everything mixed and match, every decoration piece was handmade.

It was the science classroom.  The subject that I loved the most during all my school years.

And we pretend that future women and men of good come out of those classrooms.  So disappointing.

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Dancing Mondays: The Miranda’s Sound of Music Home Movie Edition

Pick up’s are good, right?  YES.  Pick up’s are awesome.  There is no thing as a bad pick up.

So.  Here I give you:

Lin Manuel’s father, Sir Miranda I call him, loves the Sound of Music.  How much you ask?  Enough that the whole family flew to Austria and he hired a film crew to film this in the spots where the movie was filmed.

He slayed that family home video like a boss.  And will give you the biggest smile this Monday morning.

What you will do is keep that smile on, shine it through the day.  And if you feel it falter, start on do, a deer a female deer…  there’s no coming back from there.

Have a happy musical Monday peeps!