Monday, September 10, 2012

Engaged! Woah.

I know I haven't posted in this in well, over a year. I felt it necessary because this blog captures the moment I fell in love with Adam Krohn.



I'm engaged. :)

I wrote this to my best friend a couple days after it happened.

ENGAGMENT!!

Holy Shit! Simran! I’ve been totally blind-sided. I haven’t slept in days. or rather I used to pass out around 10 and now i can’t seem to fall asleep until 2am. I can’t sit still at work and it doesn’t help that when i type, drink, drive, scratch my face i see a RING.

You know for all those moments of me fighting being a girly girl, the moment someone catches you by surprise like that with a ring, that shit goes out the window and you’re grabbing your heart hoping you don’t faint and you don’t care how red in the face you are. The adrenaline is insane. I had to drink half a bottle of wine that night at home to settle down.

So you want the full story?

Let me knock out all rumors that I did NOT know this was going to happen. I did not go and get a manicure thinking he was going to propose on our anniversary. I’ve been getting that question a lot.

This is how the story goes as Adam told me. Back in May, unemployed, down, and slightly intoxicated, Adam decided he was going to marry me. Job or not. He said he could count on me during rough times like his then present situation and that I proved that to him and he wanted to make sure I knew it. So, he starts planning, and as he gets his new job the following month, he starts saving. At first, he thought he was going to propose in Spain, but decided against it because he wanted the moment between us and not on my parent’s dime. He also wanted to make sure my mom’s mom (mi abuelita) approved and how my mom’s side thought of him. After getting back from Spain, this is when Shaz tells me about her pending engagement with her newish boyfriend. Adam tells me he was pissed as Shaz “cut in line”! He didn’t want that to trump his proposal or make it seem he was doing it because Shaz got engaged first. (whatevs, everyone and their mom is getting hitched, so you can’t time it perfectly).
Well, Shaz’s boyfriend asks me to please take Shaz ring shopping and get a feel for what she wants. I tell Adam the day I’m going and that I won’t be home until later. Meanwhile, Manette is gchatting me that day, not knowing of Adam’s plans, about how exciting it will be go to ring shopping and how she wants to come, blah blah, and then asks me “would you marry adam?” and I say “yes, but only when he’s ready”. She said that triggered her to text Adam “We need to chat”. Adam freaked out thinking this may be good news or bad news. So before meeting Shaz and I, they talk and he decides to clue her in and tell her that he’s been waiting till our 3 year anniversary. She plans to act as a spy while we’re at the store. I get pissed the whole time because she has me try on rings and sizing up my damn finger. The whole time I wanted it to be Shaz’s day not play day. So i kept reverting attention back to Shaz. (FYI Shaz had no clue).
As we’re leaving, the consultant slips Manette the ring # of my top pick . I leave with Shaz to get a bite to eat and Manette goes back to work and immediately calls Adam. While I’m out with Shaz, Adam goes to the store and makes a deposit and orders the ring in my size.
I get home from being with Shaz, and Adam is on the couch with kali. I sit down and bitch about how Manette was totally stealing the show and focus off of Shaz and putting me on the spot. He’s like “oh. yeah. uh that’s rude” one word answers. So later I mention to him (which i never ever have before) that I saw a style of ring I liked and if he didn’t mind if i emailed him the pic in case “one day” he starts looking. He frowns and says no, don’t send me anything. He goes on to say he’s getting too much pressure from everyone and doesn’t need it from me. I then get up to go to my room because that totally crushed me and I wasn’t expecting such a reaction. Of course, little did I know he already got the ring and didn’t want me to know he got the one I wanted. He later tells me that he felt terrible that night but had to make sure I wouldn’t suspect a thing.

The phrase that night that got me to rule out the notion completely was “don’t worry, I’ll marry you one day”.

After that, he tries to text my father to meet up for dinner with just him and my mom. My father doesn’t text until hours later and says “let’s coordinate”, which Adam says he thought that’s what he was doing. He texts back saying how about tuesday night dinner. No response for a day. Finally Adam asks me, “how do you say coordinate in spanish?” I tell him and he goes to text my father “tenemos que coordinar”. Immediately, my father responds. This was planned before my sister’s goodbye dinner at the SAME restaurant they “coordinated” to have the dinner at the following week. Adam says that that goodbye dinner for Belen was long and he felt extremely embarrassed/awkward because he knew my parents had a feeling of why he wanted to see them without me involved.

Adam also has to figure out a way to get me out of the house that night. I don’t go out on weekdays so there has to be something set in stone for me to not flake out.He hires Manette again. She suggests to me one day to go to this painting class where it’s BYOB. I’m like ok what are we painting? OH a dead tree? WHAT? No manette, i’m not painting a dead tree to hang on my wall. You can tell she has a law degree because she lied her ass off and said it wasn’t ugly and she really likes it and wants to hang out with me. I cave. Fine.

Turns out the painting class is right in front of the restaurant Adam and my parents are meeting at.
Manette is late meeting me and I already bought my food and wine to take. She coerces me to go inside the market with her to HELP her pick something out afraid I was going to see Adam’s car. I then bitch at her because she was on the phone the whole time and i could’ve been outside having a cigg. HA.
We end up staying at the painting place an hour after it ends because she wants to talk. Turns out adam wasn’t back at the place yet. I’m tired and I just spent 25 bucks on a blue painting of a lifeless tree. She is at this point convincing me to go to the nail salon with her and our other friend Katie. I told her I haven’t done that since Prom practically. So she finally convinced me and I went home. Of course, she wanted my nails to look pretty for that evening......i regret fighting her on everything every step of the way!

SO Adam meets my parents at dinner-but before that, he went to get the ring during his lunch break the day before. He ends up getting into a car wreck which he doesn’t tell me about because it’s nowhere near where he works and that would’ve made me oh so suspicious.
Can you imagine Adam directing traffic on a two way straight while he waits for the cops sweating in 90 degree weather with a ring in his pocket? Neither could i.
Ok back to the dinner- He gets there and they order drinks and what not. Once the waiter leaves them alone, my mom looks at him (you know that half smile, smirk, evil eye, she has?) and says quietly, “so....what’s up?”. Adam says, “well, Ana and I’s three year anniversary is coming up and I would really like for your blessing to ask her to marry me?” and before he could finish, my mom says “of course!”. Adam says my dad is hard to read and was not expecting what was about to happen. My dad gets up and gives him a huge hug which he says almost made him tear up. He said asking my parents and the whole dinner was the easiest part of this whole process. He said the rest of the dinner was great, joking, etc.
I get home that night and he has beaten me home and I look at him and say “have you been sleeping all day?” He says yes. So I show off my dead tree and tell him Manette has weird taste.

Fast forward 5 days to our anniversary day.

Adam was acting weird all damn weekend. One word answers, not really wanting to do anything, watching football. I was annoyed. 3 years and this what i have to get used to? I started re-evaluating my relationship. I knew he was going through stuff at work so I blamed his mood on that. He later tells me it was the longest day of his life and he was incredibly nervous. So evening is coming and I’m not in the mood because Adam was not excited at all or rather didn’t appear to be. So I was about to put jeans on and a t-shirt thinking, well, i hope he pays for dinner at least. I see him come out with a button up shirt and more dressed than usual. I’m like, crap, i’ll go change. Skirt on. As we’re leaving, I don’t even see a damn card, nothing. So keep in mind, my expectations are super low and I was praying to not have a crappy night as I was predicting.

He’s quiet in the car, AC full blast. Ok...

We arrive at GoldFish (where we first met up with him 3 years ago). He at least made reservations! woo! We order salads, he doesn’t finish his. I thought that was odd, he always finishes everything.plus mine.
He wants to split an entree. WHAT! Meanwhile, still not really talking, sweating, one word answers, and i flat out ask him “are you okay? You look uncomfortable?” He says he’s fine.

I’m sad because we’re eating in silence and we’re THAT COUPLE. So I’m thinking well, i guess we can go home early and watch Breaking Bad Finale.

We finish entrees and he gets up to go to the bathroom. He had placed the ring in a tooth floss box because the ring box was too big and would’ve been noticeable in his pocket. He goes to take it out. As he’s leaving the bathroom, he finds the closest servers who aren’t busy and gets them to follow him to the table at a distance with camera phones. He comes up to me and says “hurry you have got to come see this” I tell him that i don’t want to go to the men’s bathroom and to tell me what it is that i have to see. So he’s like get up! So i slowly get up grab my purse and phone.--- NO NO! Leave your purse. I turn to leave my purse and before i can turn around to him he’s already on one knee with the ring. My jaw drops and he goes “will you marry?”




“Oh my God. Are you serious?..........Yes!” He gets up and we’re both shaking and beat red. People are clapping. Because we’re both so nervous and i’m suffering from a minor heart attack. He asks me where does the ring go? And i look down and i’m like “shit, uh right hand no..left..left right..no LEFT!” Then I notice that the ring is the one i had picked out and i look at him baffled & stunned. He puts it on and we kiss and hug. We sit back down and servers immediately bring us dessert and champagne! He didn’t plan that--they were awesome enough to do it.




So I see this wave of relief come over him and I have my Adam back. He explains everything and then I say, maybe you should’ve asked me before our salads so would’ve at least gotten to eat!

Then after that it’s been a crazy whirlwind of a situation.

OH FYI when I took a pic of the ring on my hand, i noticed the manicure once more and called Manette’s ass to thank her..for everything and they met us out for celebratory drinks.

My fingers hurt. Love you!!!!!!!!!

The End.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Word of the day: Tact

Tact: (noun) adroitness and sensitivity in dealing with others or with difficult issues.
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I felt like crying on the way home. Instead I chained smoked.

My boss made a comment/joke about me that didn't sit well me with at all..the type of comment that I've been trying to avoid for..forever.I think it's because I'm PMSing otherwise, I would brush it off like I normally do. His comment was in response and an interruption to a conversation I was having with another consultant. We were talking about my plans after I graduate and how I feel as lost as I did when I started the degree. I told her that I'm struggling between wanting to pursue a career I've been working for for the past 2 years or settle with this job that is a "sure" thing and would bring me financial security. My manager chimes in and says "I doubt you will ever have to worry about financial security.."(something along those lines) and starts to laugh. I know what he's implying and he implies it pretty often. Christ, I'm so angry at that comment as I write it I can barely breath. Fuck these hormones really know how to plate your insecurities and throw them right at you like a pie to the face..

Don't get me wrong. My boss is a good man and one that I've come to respect for his hard work, but he is lacking tact. Instead of putting me down and joking, he needs to take the opportunity and advantage of having me in his office. I'm not trying to say I'm hot shit, but I am trying to say, due to the circumstances and what will be expected of me, he should put in his input with me before I go any higher in the company. He must know I'm being groomed. He isn't stupid. Corporate and its properties are so far removed from each other. I am his bridge! Why not work with me? Show me why I should give to two shits about what he does and what the company does.

I butted heads with my father growing up and all throughout college and after..always about the same thing. I knew what he was after. I knew he wanted me to work with him. I knew he wanted me to go to the best school and study business because business is the only thing in life where you can make money. I was young and obviously had my own ideas for what I wanted. I naively studied art. I don't regret it at all. I loved it. I miss it, but it just made me even more lost with how to continue in life. I turned to finding something that would not only make money at the time but keep me so busy that I'd forget why I was just floating after college. What better job to forget everything for hours on end than serving/bartending? What better job to make you so tired after a shift and leave no room for plans and to avoid the future than serving/bartending?

When I thought I found something I'd be good at, I found the courage and the motivation to go back to school for another degree. I think my father agreeing to me going back to school and funding it was a total and complete tease. He liked the idea of me getting another degree instead of just bartending. I think he was/is paying for the embarrassment I may have brought to him by my bartending the last 3 years.. Now that I'm finishing my degree, he's perfectly happy and stern about my not pursuing it and staying in his company. This isn't a complaint just fact.

I hid that I was a server when I graduated college the first time around for 6 months. By the time he knew, I was already on my second serving job. I hid it because I knew it would disappoint him after sending me to such a good school. I don't regret my time in the service industry at all...if anything, I feel more of a slave to my customers, rather residents, now than I did wiping food off their plate as they left the bar.

I don't know what I'm trying to say, but every time I hear a comment that slightly suggests that I'm a spoon-fed, trust fund, spoiled, etc child...I..think of the hours I put in the last 6 years of my life sweeping floors, scraping food, wiping tables, dealing with assholes, never sleeping, never eating, and trying to be the best at my position for tips....and knowing that people will still consider me to be spoiled and lazy. Well, saying it hurts is an understatement.

I am so grateful for what I've been given and I know I may not say it every day, but I thank God for everything I've been given and the opportunities that I have and I'm tired of people thinking that what I've done in the last 6 years working as as a server or bartender was a waste of time. I learned so much about myself and who I want to be as a person.


I'm spent.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

My screams are muted
and this duct-tape itches.

I'm out of breath.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Diego's Confessions

Wrote this a little while ago.

1. I've been struggling with my weight since I was 9. I don't think I've ever felt comfortable in my own skin.

2. I started shaving my legs in the 4th grade because kids are mean and wouldn't stop teasing me about my legs.

3. Love has fooled me twice. I believe it has led me to become a very bitter person.

4. I have a dark secret that I've never been able to admit to my family. I'm hoping as time goes by I can get it off my chest.

5. Sarcasm is my shield.

6. I'm not ashamed of my job. I'm a bartender, but I've let close friends and family make me fill ashamed of it.

7. It's taken me 3 years after graduating from college to figure out what I really want. I plan to open my own restaurant in the next 5-8 years. Who wants to be my business partner?

8. I totaled my first car, a Mercedes, by hitting a Jaguar. The driver was 70 years old. I had the cop laugh at me because I was 17 and on my way to school in my catholic school uniform. *oh death*

9. Waking up to snow is, ironically, the warmest feeling I have.

10. I won $4 grand in a bet my father made with me to lose weight. I won and a week later he deposited that money into my account. I still have it saved.

11. My grandfather has been the only man to make me feel beautiful.

12. I drink red wine and coke. YES, it sounds gross, but try it.

13. I had to have an emergency operation in the Dominican Republic to take out my appendix that was about to explode. It was New Years Day and I mistook the stomach pains for a hangover. The hospital didn't have a surgeon at 4am so they flew one in from Cuba. The same surgeon proceeded to hit on my mother after my operation and asked if she had been a Miss America. *sigh*

14. The worst date I have ever been on was in high school. My crush finally asked me out and took me to a porn shop. I've learned to let crushes just BE crushes.

15. I'm a good dancer and I love to dance. I even TOOK dance. Nowadays, my insecurities stop me from dancing. I was meant to be a clubber. Scary.

16. I have a problem listening to music, because I connect certain parts/people of my life to music.

17. I fall for celebrity gossip. Yup. pinkisthenewblog.com

18. I was almost born on the 4th of July. The doctor told my mom she should have waited a few more hours. She asked what for? We're Spanish.

19. I curse enough to make a fleet of sailors blush.

20. I'm supposed to wear glasses all the time. I only wear them when I drive. People look better without them. When I used to serve I wore them on my head in case I was too far away from my section and had to see if they needed anything.

21. As a bartender, I've given someone a New Jersey Turnpike shot for being an asshole. If you don't know what that is. It's the liquid and spilled liquor in a bar mat drained into a shot glass.

22. I used to wear a ring on every one of my fingers except my thumbs in High School.

23. I've had an illustration published as a book cover.

24. I'm turning into my mother, but I definitely look like my father. I also have a ton of gray hair that I will, no joke, have to start to dye soon.

25. Laughing for me is better than sex. If you can make me laugh to tears, you know I'm actually laughing. I cry when I laugh and I can't stop. I think it's the most visual of all my feelings. This probably explains my weird obsession with stand-up comedy, comedians, and I automatically attach myself to people who make me laugh and vice-versa.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

A fun entry I wrote back in October 2003

Never:
~Study art history for six hours and not expect a migraine and a profound hate for Matisse
~Procrastinate
~Go to the gym and stuff yourself with chinese food and burger king all weekend. rather stupid.
~Procrastinate
~Drink Jack Daniels in a room of horny people a.k.a. Julia and Simran (love you!)
~Procrastinate
~Pay 15 dollars for one hookah and a drink
~Procrastinate
~Take biology. Such a waste of time. Especially when you spend a good 2 to 4 hours of your afternoon working on a lab by counting every fuckin' tree,plant,flower, squirrel, pigeon..etc..on campus
~Go through all the shit you have to do in the following week in your head repeatedly and not expect to be stressed out of your bloody mind.
~Smoke ciggarettes. Thank you, Josh
~Wear boots for more time than it's necessary. ouch
~Update posts like this when in such a weird mood
~Spend more money than you should when you have no source of INCOME. fuckin' a.
~Close the door when Julia is playing the piano. her music and voice will lift your bad mood in a minute. tops.
~Watch late night television on HBO. Rose Mcgowen blows.
~Take things too seriously and accept sarcasm ;)
~Wear rings when trying to write for hours on end. It hurts.
~Give people your immediate trust, but give them the benefit of the doubt
~Take advantage of the friends you have. you'll regret it.
~Don't let friends become alcoholics *cough*josh/simran*cough*
~Steal books from Independent bookstores *head down in shame*
~Countdown. It makes time pass by even slower!
~Depend on everything to turn out the way you expect it. I've heard God laughs when you plan.
Procrastinate

Always:
~Drink coffee if you expect to stay awake past midnight
~Wear big sweaters when you feel fat (hide it! yay!)
~Smoke more hookahs
~Take aspirin/alieve/tylenol for headaches. Don't expect it to go away by itself, Ana.
~Make time to say hello to others, even when you're bogged down with shit
~Call home
~Smile more
~Set aside your problems for a change and try not to b!tch and whine all the damn time.
~Remember things will turn out fine in the end whether you believe it or not
~Restrain yourself from slapping the person next to you when in a bad mood
~Smile and nod, and let it go
~Remember that your professors are not out to fail you (yeah..riiiight)
~Take the trash out. It fuckin' smells.
~Listen to RCV 22:20 by Pucifer.It's so sexy
~Let out your sexual frustrations by playing songs that turn you on. And yes, invite a friend over to bond over these songs. (hey, we're all sexually ambigious here. hush now)
~Tell the person who makes you smile the most, that they do so. Mean it.
~Turn off the lights!!! (*grin*)
~Give people a second chance
~Say I love you or I miss you when you mean it. Don't let it lose it's worth and value.
~Quote Eddie Izzard or Strongbad if you want to laugh for no reason :)
~Draw furiously and without restraint. Don't use erasers! bad bad!
~Know when to stop this nonsense.



.Done.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Apologies..well no, I'm not sorry.

I am sorry I've neglected to write here, but my excuse is valid. I found a life.
Ok, I know that sounds harsh. Let me rephrase. I found love.

Ugh, now that sounds cheesy as hell.

I found purpose? I found a reason to wake up in the morning? I found something to look forward to at the end of the day instead of coffee, cigarettes, and chocolate?

You may be wondering if I'm talking about my dog, Kali. Even though she never lets me feel lonely and I love her to death, I'm talking about a real human being. Heh.

I feel strange. A good strange. I can't keep a straight face when I say "boyfriend" because to be VERY frank, I've never had someone to call my boyfriend. I've had the "man-friend" which always means, friends with benefits, but believe me...there are no benefits in a relationship like that. I've had a slew of awkward dates, good dates, bad dates, but no real connection. Dating is such a chore.

Then the moment I stopped thinking about finding someone else, new, love...


Adam.

Someone I met 4 years ago, but I was so blinded by someone else to really notice. I kick myself daily.
My life feels a little upside down, but if anything, I feel so confident in myself when I'm around him. I can be myself. No judgment, no looks, no molding my responses to make sure it suits him. I am, for the first time, starting to love being me.

I'm pretty awesome. Yes, hold your applause till later, thank you.

So for everyone questioning what is up with me, I'm in love.



Ciao.


Sunday, August 9, 2009

Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool. Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!

This is preventing me from falling asleep.

http://people.ambrosiasw.com/~andrew/funny/bloodcyber.html

I cannot stop laughing for the life of me.

If you don't' know me, I never graduated the 4th grade.