I don’t remember hitting the ground, all I remember was thinking “damn I missed the curb.” Then the next thing I remember is realizing my face was sliding across the cement and that really sucks. I remember also thinking as my face slid “My sunglasses are pushed against my face. Please God don’t let them break and stab me in the eye.”

Similar to when I fell while running a few weeks back I’m shocked at the thoughts one can have in the few seconds it takes to crash.

There were three women in the vicinity, one of which immediately ran across the street offering me a questionable damp towel. I don’t remember what her excuse for it being damp was only that she was explaining it was okay for me to use. No thanks. I hope I didn’t say anything mean out loud because I know I was thinking it. I just wanted to be left alone and for my husband to come back for me. I felt no pain at that time except for my pride. I really can’t remember saying anything other than “I’m all right! No. Please. Thank you. I’m all right!” While waiving my hand. I do remember saying “Shit!” at one point but I can’t remember why because like I said I couldn’t feel any pain.

When Mark finally realized that I wasn’t with him anymore and turned around to see me on the ground he came back towards me and asked what happened. Being in no mood to talk I just said “Can you figure out a way to get that bike back!?! I’m walking home!!!” My poor husband has a stress fracture in his foot so this was a very cruel thing for me to do but the anger had taken over. After a few steps I realized this and turned around only to see him limping in pain trying to push two bikes home. Why am I so mean!?!

I still didn’t feel any pain until Mark started laughing at me when we were home. Then I think the adrenaline died down and I let my girly feelings out and started crying just as all the scraps started burning.

As the day goes on I keep finding more bruises. Surprisingly the inside of my right leg is much more bruised than the outside of my left leg which is the one that was on the ground side. Guess I banged my right leg down on the bike pretty hard. I also have some bruising on the outside of my right arm and a sore finger on the right hand. Again can’t explain it. The most painful and most obvious scratches are on my face and shoulder.

I told Mark that I really hope the business I crashed in front of doesn’t check their security cameras. He says he’s sure he’ll find my crash on YouTube one day. Great.

Conveniently, he also found this photo on Facebook tonight. He’s convinced this is what the freaked women that actually saw me fall witnessed. I guess if I saw someone face plant like this I’d be freaked out too.

I just came across a link up at NFP and Me about “Our Song” and decided to take part! I especially love link ups like this because I never actually blogged about the details of our wedding day!

What was your song? Share a video if there is one!

Eres by Café Tacuba

Did you always have a song or did you have to find one?

Café Tacuba was the first concert Mark ever took me to and probably one of the first legit concerts I’d been to since New Kids On The Block. Mark said that Eres was his song to me. I was wooed even though I only understood part of it but after I read the full translation I was totally wooed!

Why did you pick this song?

It was a pretty easy choice when we were discussing wedding songs. Except that it is also the song his sister used for her wedding, but Mark said he gave her the idea anyway so he still had dibs!

What does it mean to you now?

I haven’t listened to the song in a while so I’m very thankful for the link up that gave me an opportunity to reflect on it. It describes our love and relationship perfectly. (Girly Moment Warning) With all that has happened with my family lately, Mark as usual has been my backbone; when I listen to the words he dedicated to me four years ago I started to tear up a bit. I feel like the entire song goes through our relationship step by step. Now that we’re married and truly knows what it means love a person like no one else can it adds much more meaning to the song.

How has the meaning changed since you first chose it?

It has much deeper meaning. I think when we were first dating we definitely loved each other and may have focused on the song more for the beginning lyrics about finally finding the person that you’ve been waiting for so long. We know more of what it means to support someone day by day now that we have been married for couple years.

I especially love the last line “Pues eres lo que yo amo en este mundo, eso eres,” because just this morning I told him “You know you’re my favorite person in the whole entire world!?!” And I really meant that!

Won’t you share a picture of you two dancing? (Doesn’t have to be a wedding picture!)

Mark and I don’t go out dancing a lot, so on the rare occasion that we do there aren’t too many photos. Instead of trying to dig deep in all my photos I defaulted to the wedding.

I’m not the greatest dancer in the world so I love this photo because it captures me laughing at myself as I try to make my two left feet pick up on the steps.

While I have no idea when I’ll see my beautiful sobrina again I thank God that I was able to spend last week with her! And going through my photos today I realize I’ve spent more time with her since November since any other year of her life. I don’t believe in coincidences and I’m thankful I had those opportunities.

With that said, my Quick Takes have a theme this week: The 7 Cutest Things My Sobrina Did During My Visit.

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Guess who’s learned how to aim a camera! Last time we were in Texas our sobrina was starting to really love grabbing cameras and phones to take photos but all she ever got was the tops of people’s heads.

But now she’s a little photographer in the making! She’ll even pose you and tell you what to do if she has an image in mind. We just have to work on a steady hand.

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The second morning I took her to the kitchen to make oatmeal for our breakfast. And I immediately saw the box of Shipley Donuts and Kolaches on the counter.

Me: “Look what Meema got us!”
Mini Me: “oooooooOOOOOOhhhhhh! We’re going to have some?”
Me: “Yes we’re going to have some for breakfast!”
Mini Me: “Yessssss! We’re going to have some!”
(Insert simultaneous dancing in the kitchen!)
Me and Mini Me (in best singing chant voice): “We’re going to have some! We’re going to have some!”

It was one of the best moments ever!

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I already posted about our cookie adventure but I just want to focus on two photos I love.

The before and after. That smile is 100% natural showing the pure joy she felt seeing all that chocolate!

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My beautiful sobrina is at an age that she discovered her intellect unfortunately she seems to believe that the rest of the world doesn’t seem to understand a lot. I took her to see the Lorax and when the part when the theater screen freezes to give everyone time to turn off their cell phones popped up she said, “Well they have to push play!” If she knew the word “duh” I’m sure that would have followed. She can’t read yet so I guess she assumed the dvd menu screen had come up. I laughed and responded “Yes love they’re about to push play.” Mark feels I should have taken the opportunity to describe the function of a film reel, but she’s three and the movie started! We didn’t have time for that discussion.

On the side note, I thought the message in the Lorax was a bit above her age level but she was still very intrigued since it was beautifully illustrated.

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Another quite entertaining example her ability to stall when she knows something she’s enjoying is coming to an end. I have the game Bejeweled on my phone (she loved the Butterfly version, she calls the Spider Game) and we played it before bed several times. The night before I left I told her she could play one more game and then we needed to go to sleep. Suddenly she seemed to forget completely how to play the game and it could have gone on forever had my husband not called.

Even more entertaining was her last go round in her favorite “ride” at the rodeo. She went all the way through the maze and right before the last obstacle she stopped thought about it, turned around, ran the whole thing backwards, and back through again. She’s good. I don’t know if I would have ever thought to do that at three. I told my brother he better watch out!

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She’s in the why stage!!! Which can be both super cute and insanely annoying! But I just made a game out of it to see how many answers I could come up with before she got tired of asking. She usually won.

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Maybe I should have done this list from what I thought was least cute to cutest instead of the other way around. Oh well. My sobrina has gotten into this habit where time from one day to the next is irrelevant. Why does she have to brush her teeth today, she brushed them yesterday? And when her Tio was leaving and we told him to give him a hug she shook her head saying, “No, it’s okay. I’ll give you one tomorrow.” She was in the middle of playing so his hug would have to wait until their next meeting. I wish time could be so irrelevant!

7 Quick Takes is hosted at ConversionDiary.com

Anyway, the great thing is this test was done with our beautiful sobrina!

Source: Pinterest via Stephanie Cooks via All Recipes Sharing is Caring!

Method

1 Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
2 In a medium bowl, stir together the cake mix and baking powder. Add eggs and oil, then mix until well blended.
3 Stir in chocolate chips, or your choice of additions. Drop by rounded spoonfuls onto cookie sheets.
4 Bake for 10-15 minutes in the preheated oven.  Allow cookies to cool on baking sheets for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack to cool completely.

Overall, this is so much simpler than making cookies the traditional way! My sobrina loved them, and my brother’s girlfriend (a great baker herself) asked for the recipe! That’s the best compliment I could have receive! I highly recommend this cookie baking method!

 Pin-Tested : Kid Approved!

So maybe it makes my emotional eruption at having to check-in my carry-on bag when I was boarding my flight back home. I tried to explain to the desk person that I REALLY needed my bag to be directed to Phoenix NOT Tucson despite that being my final destination. I needed my entire back for the layover! They didn’t let the poor guy with a breathing machine in his carry-on take his, so I don’t know why I thought my begging would make a difference. All I got was “Ma’am if you want to get off in Phoenix and not your final destination that is your choice, but your bag has to go to Tucson.” Did she see the tears in my eyes!?! I gave her my bag to be tagged and then jerked it away when she handed it back cutting off the woman who was walking up next. Clearly if they saw how angry I was they would feel sorry for me! Maybe even pull me to the side and hook it up because I was the first person ever to be upset at an airline decision and they hate when that happens! I’m kidding. I didn’t really think that. I was just throwing a fit because they messed up my plans. I booked a flight from Houston to Tucson with intentions of jumping ship on the layover in Phoenix and heading home. The ticket was $100 cheaper! I thought I was really being sneaky!

I couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. It didn’t help when I got on the plane and there was space for my carry-on. Sure if everyone ahead of me had also kept their carry-on there wouldn’t have been any space. All I was focused on was that MY BAG COULD HAVE FIT! I was angry at everyone and everything around me! I’m sure I shot all the flight attendant dirty looks. None of the pilot jokes were funny to me and I just wanted him to Shut It. They announced it was time to turn off electronic devices. I’d show them by just changing it to Airplane Mode. Nope, I’d REALLY show them! I switched it back to regular mode and threw it in my phone! They can’t tell me what to do!

The woman with the Australian accent was annoying me. So was the guy who kept talking about his dog breeding career. But most especially the girl who was sitting in the window seat next to me, while I was stuck in the middle, who kept trying to sign communicate with her boyfriend in the aisle across from us. If you’re going to sign don’t whisper! You might as well be yelling! Nobody should be happy right now because I wasn’t! I couldn’t wait to land so I could write a dirty post on their Facebook Page about how I was never going to use their airline again and I’d make sure my family didn’t either!

As soon as we landed I pulled out my phone to do just that. The “10% Battery Life” popped up. No big deal. I’ve gone hours on 10%. I went to their Facebook page and left my message then texted my husband and brother that I’d landed, threw my phone in my purse, and angrily left the plane. As soon as I got to the doors I grabbed my phone to text my husband to let him know I was there. Dead. Completely dead. Turns out while the phone was searching for Wi-Fi connection during the entire flight it was sucking up battery. I sacrificed my phone out of self-pity. After getting denied at information to use their phone and losing my change to a pay phone I could hardly control my emotions. After what seemed like forever I finally asked a girl if I could use her cell phone. Turns out Mark was parked just a few feet away from me the entire time behind another car. I got in the car and began to weep uncontrollably.

All the stress and anxiety from the previous week came out. Had they just let me take my carry-on bag with me instead of forcing me to check it in I would have kept my happy face on, gone home enjoyed the company of my husband and dogs. Kept all those emotions repressed. That moment when I realized there was something outside of my control a crack formed in the wall I’d built and everything came crashing thru.

It all seems so silly now that my emotions are in control. I even went back on their Facebook page to delete my nasty comment, turns out I never even clicked the post button.

Look at my poor luggage locked up, so neglected! And next to a icebox with duck tape! REALLY!?! Scary! Good did come from all my “drama”. I took a nice two-hour joy ride down to Tucson after dropping off Mark at school and then another two hours back. The four-hour alone time, after being able to reconnect with my husband who knows just how to make me refocus, was very much-needed and appreciated!