weekend.

finally. it's been a ridiculous friday for me.

a lot of changes happening at my work and darling friend's work.

i just want to stand still.

a friday perfect for the last week...

i just want to stand still.

breath a minute.

and add a glass of wine....

hello weekend.

i've needed you.

enjoy yours lovies!!!

i hope you have a ridiculously happy one! xo

*pic via restart my heart.

the written word.

i just joined The Benevolent Postcard Society.
i'm already excited!!!

and i think you lovies would love it too.
join with me?

we'll live on hugs and kisses.

*pic via wishwishwish.

from "I Need You More Than I Love You and I Love You To Bits."

in the middle of my judy blume reading that taught me about periods and masturbation, i wish i knew about this swedish book that "poetically bottles the universal delirium and unsustainable pace of first love."

my first love was named Josh Talbot.

he was a bad boy a few grades higher than me who made me feel special because he chose me.

he wrote me letters, called me late at night...

called me his girlfriend.

i was only 11, going on 20.

when my family moved away i thought the world had ended.

and even though it was young love...

and i have loved as an adult

and this memory feels silly;

i can't forget his kiss.

yes i wish this book existed for me then.

i heart strangers.

my namesake Micaela introduced us to Joshua Langlais on her blog, "The Drifter and the Gypsy." How wonderful is his project:

andrew . 22 years old / denver . colorado

"this striking young man came up to me and asked if i had a cigarette. i didn't. i think i should start carrying some around with me so i can be the guy that has one for whoever asks. that guy is always a crowd-pleaser. who doesn't like that guy? right? "

what a brilliant idea, combining his two passions.

i especially love this, because i heart strangers too.

i wanted the pen look...

as in Penelope Cruz, my gf.

unfortunately, my hair gets more like a bird's nest.

fortunately, today i have a hair appointment at spa bella so my girl Randi can do her magic.

you should see my roots...

i just KNOW my hair did {finally!} will mean something to my overall happiness...

here's hoping.

he loves me.

i've always loved that line from alanis morissette's song "everything."
i needed to find a boy who fit those lines.
because i am that whole song.

i think i've found him.
the boy who loves even my dark.

thank-you darling friend for being there for me
(and not just today, but especially today).
thank-you for wanting to take care of me.
thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!


*pic

i feel a good cry coming on...

it is just one of those days.
i'm sleepy.
have the worse cramps.
i'm broke.
i feel pathetic.
i feel like i'm going to cry at any minute.
i have a big work project but i can't stay focused.
i feel ugly.
i feel unhappy for all the above reasons.
i couldn't even get a hold of my bf to vent this morning
{yes, my bad day started on my way to work}
i have a lump in my throat because i want to cry.


and i know it could all be because it's "that time of month"
but i think i would welcome a good cry with open arms.

it is just one of those days.

*pic via style within.

all because she said yes.

i never get tired of hearing my Momma tell me the story of how her and my dad met.

my father was in the air force and stationed in the Philippines.

my mom and her girlfriends, like any young filipina, wanted to meet an American G.I. Her gf was having a party one night, one that my father happened to be at.

My mom was interested in a tall, All-American blond blue eyed-boy there... not the "short" Mexican {you have to know my parents to know this is said with love} guy who talked too much.

She says she remembered my pappa talking to her friend's mom, who's house the gathering was at. This is something my father would pass on to us children: good manners.

so even though my Pappa had eyes for my beautiful Mom, her heart was still set on the blond boy. She called up on base for blondie, but as fate would have it... my father was the one answering the phones that night. She asked if blondie was there because he was supposed to pick her up. My dad said he wasn't and would give the message, but could he come get her instead?

the truth is, my father never gave blondie the message. He picked her up and took her home and returned the next day... and the next day.... and the next day...

all because she said yes.

all because he did not give up.

38 years of marriage.

summer people.

"Baseball, to me, is still the national pastime because it is a summer game. I feel that almost all Americans are summer people, that summer is what they think of when they think of their childhood. I think it stirs up an incredible emotion within people."

-Steve Busby, in Washington Post, 8 July 1974

my RANGERS defeat the Tigers for the first time this year. OH YEAH!!! and my Ranger Michael Young homered, leading off the 8th. Young has three consecutive three-hit games for the first time in his career and the fourth time in the majors this season, first in the AL. GOOOOO RANGERS!!!!

i know it's just a lot of back, but here's pics from our 4th of July weekend: me in the YOUNG shirt and my bff Maria in the Hamilton. Us with our bfs who put up with us cheering on our players.

um because in Texas you have to have a good pair of boots. I'd wear these all the time if i could get away with it... to work especially.

"By morning, you'll be gone."

Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon.

Joel: I know.

Clementine: What do we do?

Joel: Enjoy it.

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

vanessa reminded me again why i lalalove this movie.

why it's tragically real, tragically beautiful.

because i've often wondered this.

pieces of me.

I've been very happily given this award, for bloggers who 'keep it real.' The lovely Farah from Ramblings of An Inane Mind {apparently} sees something in me and this makes me happy to no end.

According to the rules, I need to divulge ten things about myself that most people don't know and award this to 10 fellow bloggers. Here we go...

ten random things about Micaela:

1. i always read the last sentence in books before reading them.

2. i love antique stores. i always flip through the vintage photographs and purchase ones that show a couple together and wonder about their story.

3. i hardly wear anything but a dress or skirt and i'm always {ALWAYS} in heels.

4. that being said, i will drink you under the table esp. during a good sports game. i'm loyal to my Texas teams.

5. i drink coffee at all hours, esp. after dinner. {i like to think i'm European that way}

6. my past sundays have been movie dates with myself: pajamas- 2 rented indie/foreign films-watching them back-to-back.

7. i believe in written thank-you notes.

8. i don't believe in working out on fridays.

9. i say a prayer everytime i see an ambulance.

10. i have truly loved 4 guys in my life; 3 have truly loved me back.

and so i pass this award to:

marisa
lauren
heisschic
belen
J
through the looking glass
courtney

vanessa has already done it and meg is on her disappearing act... so for anyone else who wants to play {and please do, i'd loooove to read your ten!} do so, and just say I chose YOU! *wink.

*pic via The Drifter and the Gypsy. {lovely blog i've discovered with my same namesake}

happy summer friday lovies!!!

have an amazing one!!! my friday has been a mess of sorts, so weekend- i welcome you with open arms. xo's to you all. let's meet here same time monday, shall we?

*thanks joanna, for introducing us to this adorable couple. their blog, here.

I am the luckiest.

by Ben Folds Five. {esther introduced me to this song}

i.am.the.luckiest.
i sometimes forget it.
i sent these lyrics to darling friend.
that last line max? it's for you.

"I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

*What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?


And in a wide sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest


I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you ... "


*i love love love that part. i have a thing for time travel.

pic via the cheshire smile.

the.best.tues.night.ever.

Coldplay for my 3rd time.

Laying on the grass {outdoor arena} with my loves.

it was so great because my friend Brian who lives in Dallas {who i haven't seen in forever} bought tickets for him and my friend {old roomie} katy who was flying in from kansas that night. How perfect it worked out... and what a way to first meet someone {ya they hadn't met yet}.

we had an AMAZING time!!!

me and my bro-in-law are seriously their biggest fans. seriously.

oh they did not disappoint. During Yellow, balloons flew everywhere and i wanted one so bad. Philip grabbed me one, and because they know how much i love this band, my friends took turns holding it throughout the concert.

"Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, And everything you do, Yeah they were all yellow..."

it was darling friend's first time seeing my beloved band, and i have to hope maybe he understands why i love them so. That when i'm sad or cleaning house, this is the reason i blast their music. i'm glad we got to share this experience together. oh, and thanks for my new CP shirt! i love it. and i love you, you know.

Coldplay... til we meet again xo

random act of kindess

text message from my brother:

"My random act of kindness for today: went to drive through at starbucks, paid for my drink and for the person behind me."

marco, you not only made the perfect stranger's day, you made your seester's day too. xo


*pic via fine tuning's Flickr

P.S. COLDPLAY WAS AMAZING!!! pics soon...

it won't be just any tuesday night...

i am off to see my beloved COLDPLAY for the 3rd time in concert!!!!


they're playing tonight in Dallas at a venue that's outside. I'm hoping it doesn't rain {I've enjoyed waking up to a good thunderstorm the last 2 days}, although that won't stop my absolute bliss- i'll have my pink rain boots with me just in case.

Coldplay is my absolute favorite band ever.
they've been my absolute comfort on many occasions.

Chris Martin always gets it right.

"Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you, tell you I need you

Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions

Oh, let's go back to the start..."

He sings my heart.

and tonight, i get to share my heart with the boy who's given me his... Max, we're going to remember this night. Thank-you for making this night happen. xo

summer should be spent by the pool.

me and my auntie

my mom's seester

illumination.

"You see, it didn't have to be in the dark, after all.

It could start in the light. There would be hours of darkness later, sure, when in the moon-cast blue they'd wander over and over this new terrain, learning the lay of the land as much by touch as by sight. There would be that long nighttime, enjoying the obscurity of being in each other's arms.

But here was the revelation: it could start in the light.

Those uncounted hours alone in her sleepless room had taught Flannery something, after all.
That in love, she could face illumination."

-p 93.

i spent all saturday enthralled in reading.
i finished this book and delighted in it.

*pic: restart my heart

nostalgia. just what i needed on a rainy monday.

looking at Tina's holga images of Roma brought me back to my dolce vita... i was 19, wide-eyed and with an open heart in beautiful italy.

it was the very first time i had ever traveled alone- the first time i felt grown up.

i took a 5 hour train ride on my own from Tuscany... and when i got to my destination, met up with the italian pilot i had met in my small texas town.

less than a year had changed us, but i was grateful to walk the streets of Rome with Daniele. i won't forget the meal we shared by the Coliseum.

and the best compliment...

he said i fit in, that looking at me in my heels and classic black, i looked as if i belonged to italy.

Italia, Il mio cuore è per voi.

*See more of english muse's images on her new Polaroids and Holga pics blog, Cloud Society. How cute is that name?

noted.

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."

-Marilyn Monroe

ps. i love this pic! it reminds me of my lauren.

above the fireplace

my pappa's baby picture next to one of me and twinkie.

brilliant. Why didn't i think of this?

i will never forget the excitement i had when i saw the closet of my first downtown apartment.
i was in love.

the biggest walk-in closet in my bedroom. finally. i thought i had made it.

Unfortunately {or fortunately}, my roommate got a great job opportunity in another City shortly after we moved in.

i cried saying good-bye to my closet.
it seems silly, but to me it was a sign of being on my own and proving i could do it fabulously.
{it was, after a break-up too}

luckily, Max lets me take up all the space in the pretty big walk-in closet at casa di M...

yet if i should ever move somewhere where i don't have such a luxury, i will remember this brilliant idea from Layers of Meaning-- desk included.


oh, I'm in love. It's times like these that i wished i had done this. in the same breath, i'm pretty in love with my current roommate....

"Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy." - F. Scott Fitzgerald

I can't believe it was 10 years ago.

below is an excerpt from a beautifully written memoir.
i highly highly recommend reading it.
i fell in love with the Kennedys and felt like I knew Carolyn Bessette, as only a good book can do.


*the author was married to JFK Jr.'s cousin. She recalls speaking to Carolyn, and making plans for the next day:

"I hung up the phone and opened the book I was reading, and an hour later she was dead. Afterward I tried to find something to explain what had happened--was it cloudy, were the stars out? But the night was ordinary. It usually is. I think, when your life changes. Most people aren't doing anything special when the carefully placed pieces of their life break apart."

-Carole Radziwill

What Remains

i've had a lousy week... but there's nothing like a niece to make you smile.

my marina.

already looking mischievous like her auntie.

the other day on the phone i asked her what she was doing.

she said she was looking thru a magazine.

me: "a magazine! aren't you too little to be reading a magazine baby?"

marina in an exasperated duh voice: "auntie mickey you know what? I'm a big girl. I'm 5."

it was very matter-of-factly stated.

"There was a wildness to her beauty then that had intimations of the Brontës."

"The more he knew and saw of her, the more he loved her. Her humanness became real: He understood that she was brittle-tempered, that she was not always truthful, that she harbored schools of fears under her fearless surface. But these qualities made him want more than ever to protect and adore her-- calm her in her tempers, hold her quietly through the stories she did or didn't choose to tell about herself, and especially to life-raft her through when the fears gathered round her, threatening attack.

He wanted to keep her from the airless despair that he knew pulled on her. There were days when he could feel her drift toward its temptation."

-pg 114.

*changed names to "he" and "she"

before bed last night, me and darling friend stayed up reading. it was lovely. {oh it's the small things in life} i read him that passage and asked him if it reminded him of anyone he knew?

it's me.

it's how he loves me.

how thankful i am for this {his} kind of love.

*pic via dannske's flickr.

cute cute cute movie!!!

The Proposal.

me & twinkie had a movie date with our sister friends, lauren & mehle. { actually, we all liked to say we had a date with ryan reynolds. ooh la la!!!! }
we laughed and laughed and were near tears, this movie was that cute/perfect!!!!

i even forgave myself i forwent the gym (after eating a HUGE lunch of pasta because- i had planned to go to the gym) and for devouring a tub of popcorn... because i love spontaneous plans.

i love a movie that makes you forget about "life" for awhile.
and one of us needed that most yesterday.

my past life.

re⋅flec⋅tion [ri-flek-shuhn] : a fixing of the thoughts on something; careful consideration.

i've been finding old things i wrote at a time of my life i had
forgotten about.

i had just turned 22.

i'm still in awe of this girl i was...

and it was only 3 years ago.

it seems like a lifetime.

i laid next to you tonight like i had so many nights
but it was different this time....

we were holding hands in a way
but i was trying to hold on to something
and i looked at you with my sad glittery eyes and said,
"can you believe i'm going to disappear?"

.....
you said, "that won't happen"
and i said "why not?"
"because we both don't want that to happen."

but hasn't it?
i'm here
and you're there....


and it's a beautiful night
which makes no sense at all


Friday, March 10, 2006



*pic via loveology

i am.

"I seem to have a whole superstructure with no foundation -- but I'm working on the foundation."

-Marilyn Monroe

gorgeous boy, kiss me here....

a feeling called love

*via fine tuning's flickr.

I should quit you...

but i don't know how.

you look good on me... though i know that sounds silly.

you entertain me.

you give me pleasure.

you calm my nerves.

you are the perfect date when drinking is involved.

or when i wake up and before i go to bed.

and inbetween.

you are something i should give up because you are not good for me.

for my heart. or for my body. or for my life.

but i just can't seem to...

it's crazy

to need you.

i'm talking about a nasty habbit. smoking. not an old lover, though that probably fits too.

meg's body initiative.

i can not tell you how many times i have fought with my own body. the gym and i have a love-hate relationship with serious droughts of getting together.

that the only time i could ever be truly defined as skinny was in high school... when i worked in food and refused to eat it. I guess you could say i had my own little ned. and when i was forced to give ned up, it wasn't happily, and sometimes i'm jealous of my will-power back then. {sick i know} now i'm the girl who impresses the boys with how much i eat on dates.

meg was inspired by regina spektor's song to create her body initiative series:

i've got a perfect body, but sometimes i forget, i've got a perfect body 'cause my eyelashes catch my sweat, yes they do.

what a fabulous idea! to ask each of us to redefine what it means to have "a perfect body." i am looooving reading the responses, esp this one.

so this is what i love about mine:

my legs.

they're short and no where near model thin, but they look fabulous in heels. they're strong and thanks to spin classes and the treadmill- in the best shape of their lives. The other day at work, my go-to-guy gave me a compliment on my calves as i was walking away. If he wasn't happily married and i wasn't happily in a relationship, i might have taken it as a pick-up line, it felt that good. I say that, because the old me would have cringed and taken it as an insult. A dainty petite girl shouldn't have "sculpted calves." I could have read it as i have thick legs. I could have. But i didn't.

i sincerely thanked him, and for the rest of the day walked on air.

when i told Max the compliment later, he told me how much he loved my legs and how proud he was of my work-outs. That i shouldn't be surprised someone noticed.

i felt... beautiful. because my bf adores these legs God's given me.

they're not long, but they can sure wrap around him a la "Pretty Woman" in the bathtub.

just as important as it is for one to be beautiful {because isn't that what we are taught? and taught to admire? the beautiful?} is to FEEL beautiful.

that's what having a "perfect body" is to me.

it's times like these i wish i kept a journal.

I was looking at old drafts in my email and i found this from 2006. I was about to graduate college. The title was, "nothing to do but wait..."

I was obviously talking about my first serious boyfriend. In that same stance, C was already in my life when i make the reference about smoking.

I've come to realize...my ex: is still a good friend and yet a stranger at the same time.

I've come to realize...I have : so much more still to learn about relationships, my job, and myself.

I've come to realize...somewhere, someone is thinking: they want more out of life.

I've come to realize...I'll always be: scared of making huge decisions.

I've come to realize...the last time I truly cried was: this past week--- a very hard week.

I've come to realize that...when I wake up in the morning: I HAVE to have coffee. I have to see his smile. I have to read the paper. I have to have a cig outside with him.

I've come to realize that...before I go to sleep at night: I think a lot. I try and remember to pray.

I've come to realize that...tomorrow I will: be busy with school and work...and I will get my keys back from the stranger who has them.

i wish i remembered the girl i was.

*pic here.

absolutely all of the above

HAPPY FRIDAY lovies!!!!
i kind of fell in loooove with the below when i saw it on sweet nothings.
this is not just my friday wish for you all and myself, but how about every night of the week??!

esp. monday nights when we may need it most.
agreed? xo

prologue

"What would happen if I wrote some pages for you? Each day a page, to show you that I am finding a story, the story of how we might have been together, once. Of how we could be.

We will never be together. Sweetheart.

... a taste to remind you of a late glass of wine and mood-loosened limbs: that question in the eyes, or the stray touch of one's hand on another one's forearm. The never-kissed kiss. The imagination ignited.

Enough. Enough.

Now, here are your pages."

-prologue page vii

Sylvia Brownrigg

*note that when you click on what the book is about, it may not be for the conservative. I'm just saying.

But i fell in love with this review:

"the intoxicating nature of desire and the realization that love can devastate just as easily as it exalts"

because that, that i get.

pic from le love

MIXED feelings.

our baby Maverick went to the vet today because i noticed a small knot underneath her skin by her shoulder. The doting Mommy I am, OF COURSE i was worried.

maverick's vet was out for summer vacation and rather than wait til they got back, darling friend suggested we take it to my twinkie's vetenarian.

she had her appt at 9:30 and LUCKILY the vet said it was probably from her last shot, because it was the big shot. BUT! she said that Maverick probably wasn't a bichon frise, but a maltese. I was shocked because i had my suspicions, even though she had her AKC registered bichon papers.

She looks different than Lola, but I just figured it was characteristic. That Maverick's straight hair (bichons have curlier fluffy coats, like Lola's) was just her puppy hair. I mean look at Lola when she was little:

The place i got her from doesn't even sell Maltese's, just Bichons and Haveneses. It's not a big deal cos i love her just the same, but I was still shocked. (Maltese's are just as cute, look at Nicole's from La Mia Vita. Massimo is ADORABLE, like his "mommy")

Max didn't understand why i was so shocked (i loved lola's curly hair!), but he texted me, "i like mutts and mixes (mexipina) {referring to my nationality} love u."

how cute is that?

i suppose if i'm a mix, so is my puppy baby.