My brother and I may or may not have sent this photo of us out to our family in this year’s Christmas cards.
My brother and I may or may not have sent this photo of us out to our family in this year’s Christmas cards.
Me and my brother before the big Dolphins vs Cowboys game on Thanksgiving Day. I am so happy that not only us, but 7 other family members got to go to the game too. I have a lot to be thankful for.
Me at the bro at LIV at the Fontainebleau in Miami Beach this past Wednesday for the Miami Dolphins Cheerleader Swimsuit Fashion Show/Calendar Unveiling. Needless to say he was pretty happy.

Me and the baby bro just days after he was born, circa January ‘83. He is starting his drive from South Texas to South Florida today. After 15 years of bliss not living with my sibling, we will be roommates. Let’s hope I don’t make the above face within days of him moving in.
P.S. In all seriousness, I hope he has a safe drive on the road!

(above, South Padre Island-1987)
After 15 years of not living together, my brother is moving from the Rio Grande Valley and moving to Fort Lauderdale…and living with me.
I remain optimistic. Let’s see how this one turns out.
[Ed Note: In recent visits or phone calls with my parents, we seem to reminisce a lot about the past and my childhood. My mom has since urged me to share these stories, hence, a new series in blogs posts titled “True Stories From Yesteryear”. You can check out past entries on sneaking into Dodgers games and Demonic Smurfs]
When I was a kid, all I wanted was a pet. What I really wanted was a dog, but my brother and I got the “your mother and I will be the ones that end up taking care of it” speech. So you can imagine my excitement when my parents caved and finally got us a pet cat (hey, you take what you can get, right?). First came Fluffy, a fancy persian cat that was in a word, a bitch. That’s right, Fluffy was a stuck up fancy pants persian, so she was no fun. To be honest, I forget what happened to her. I think a family friend ended up taking her. Fast forward to Tabby:

My Aunt Virgie had a cat named Samantha, and she had kittens (that whore). So I begged my parents for one of the kittens. They actually caved and let me and my brother keep one, which we named Tabitha (Tabby for short). A few short months after we got her, I remember my dad was taking me and my brother to school (I was probably around 8, my brother maybe 5 or 6) and while in reverse in the driveway, my dad stopped the car. “STAY IN THE CAR”. At the time we had no idea what had just happened, but my dad had RUN OVER THE CAT. So he called my mom out and told us she would take us to school while he took Tabby to the hospital so they could “do an operation on her so they could save her life”.
To be completely honest, I remember being slightly anxious, but I can’t quite remember how upset I was. I think I was okay with the whole thing knowing that my dad took her to the emergency room and she was gonna be ok. So naturally, my face lit up a few days later when my dad brought Tabby home from the vet. I remember vividly how she was wrapped up in bandages around her waist. I thought, THANK GOD! SHE MADE IT! MY KITTY IS HOME! And Tabby ended up being a wonderful house cat throughout our childhood.
FAST FORWARD to about two years ago. This happened when I was about 8 or so. So when I was about 28, my dad and I were on the phone (we talk at least 4-5 times a week) when we were talking about Tabby for some reason. I don’t know what sparked the conversation, but I brought up the time that dad ran her over and saved her life.
*SILENCE*
Me: You remember, right?
Dad: Yeah, but Tabby died.
Me: WHAAAAAAT? No she didn’t, you took her to the vet and I remember she came back….and…(wheels turning in my head)…WAIT A MINUTE!
Dad: (laughing)
Me: You REPLACED HER WITH A NEW CAT???
Dad: Well I had to. I ran over the other one and she died.
Me: (jaw on ground) This WHOLE TIME? Tabby I died and got replaced by Tabby II and I didn’t even know about it?
Dad: What does it matter, you didn’t even know the difference. And you were happy, weren’t you?

And so it goes. The above pictures are of Tabby II. I don’t even think we got photos of Tabby original. My dad didn’t reveal this little tidbit until about two years ago. When I told my aunt, she laughed, since she was the one who had helped my dad find a replacement cat. Looking back, I really appreciate what my family went through to make sure my brother and I weren’t sad about my dad running over our cat. My family is awesome and I love them for it.
I have a pretty hell-ish week of work next week, but there is a silver lining. After it’s all over, I will be in Texas to see my dad and family for the Thanksgiving holiday. I haven’t seen him since April, so saying I’m looking forward to this visit is an understatement.
Here’s my sister with her friend marching in the Veteran’s Day parade back home (she’s the one on the right):

And here she is later on that day meeting the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders (on the left):

Love her.
1) twilight. the fact that she watches the movies and i don’t
2) guys. she wants an edward, as in twilight (i.e. someone that cares about her that much). whereas, i do not want someone obsessing over me that much.
3) our upcoming birthdays.
4) diets.
5) our family.
i love her. we spoke on the phone for nearly 45 minutes and it flew by. oh, and did i mention she sent me a “cougar club” button with a note that said “welcome to the club” for my upcoming 30th (photo of said button coming soon). god bless that woman.
i’m baaaaaaaack! i went to south texas to visit my family last weekend and had a wonderful time. so wonderful in fact that i rarely checked my e-mail and only went online once! the main reason for my visit was for my cousin’s baby’s baptism. i was asked to be her godmother and was more than happy to step up. it was a great reason for the family to come together and celebrate a joyous occasion. i should mention also, that this is on my mom’s side of the family (my mom lives 500 miles north in the dfw area). but, i got to stay with my dad and spend time with my stepmom, sister, and brother (and one of my aunts on my dad’s side). ironically, my mom’s family is in south texas where my dad lives, and most of my dad’s family is in dallas where my mom lives. backwards and inconvenient for scheduling visits, but i love any time i get to spend with my family. i got to see family, be a part of a special occasion, and even squeezed in a couple of drinks with some long-time friends that i’ve known since elementary school(!). all in all, i couldn’t have asked for a better visit. well, the only thing that could’ve made it better was more time with everyone, but you can’t win ‘em all, right? (above, photo of me taken with my goddaughter, lily after the baptism)
on friday evening, i’ll be on a plane from south florida to edinburg, texas (where the “A” on the map is). most people probably never venture that far south in texas (unless you spent a spring break in south padre island back in the day).
i spent most of my childhood in edinburg, which is where my dad, stepmom, and sister still live, along with my brother and all of my mom’s family. i don’t get to get down there as often as i’d like (maybe once a year), so i always look forward to my visits and quality time with the family.