Friday, October 28, 2005

Your First Time?

So I said that I would write about the first time I snuck out of my parents house. We lived in a 1 story house, that had a bathroom door that lead to the pool, which lead to the gate which lead out, so it wasn't too hard to sneak out. My brother and I talked about it a lot and for the life of us we actually contemplated popping the screens to our bedroom windows (and fight the orange tree that was outside my window) before we realized we so didn't have to do that.

So anyways, my girlfriend at the time C was gone for a few weeks and she wanted to see me that night. She got home late (like past both of our curfews) but she convinced me to sneak out of my house with the promise that she would make it worth it ;-) Being a total adolescent male, that's all it took for me to sneak out and walk over to her house (which wasn't too far way, maybe half a mile). The only problem was, her bedroom was on the second story of her house so I would have to 1)climb her fence then jump up on her roof and 2) dangle from the edge of the house to get into her window (since there was no roof below her window. Now nimble would never be the word to describe me, but back in the day I was pretty athletic so it didn't turn out to be much of a challenge at all.

I get inside her room and we do the standard hug, kiss, hello and she starts telling me about her trip yadda, yadda. Well we ended up messing around and lo and behold, it's not just my first time sneaking out of the house, but it's my first time...well you get the idea. So after some hanky panky (which I'm sure was quite comical since we were both Vs) we feel asleep nekkid.

I got up around 6 and told her that I should sneak out before her mom wakes up and sees me. She assured me that her mom NEVER comes upstairs before she leaves so it's cool for me to stay (my parents never checked on me either so it was cool at my house). C wakes up and ends up going to the bathroom. Not thinking much of anything, I just chilled in her bed waiting for some morning nookie. It seems that her mom had different ideas. For what C called the first time ever, her mom walked up the stairs to ask her something before she left to go to work. Who should she find on her daughter's bed? None other than your favorite Rican naked from head to toe.

Now to be perfectly honest, I'm sure if someone ends up like that in my house in my daughter's bed, there will be hell to pay so I understand her reaction now, but damn at the time I was like what's wrong with this bitch. So her mom starts laying into about what the hell am I thinking, what a bad influence I am on her daughter, how my parents raised a bad kid, blah blah. Seeing that I was still naked, I got up to grab my clothes. But no, Mama Bitch, wanted me to sit there naked while she yelled at me. She told me she wanted to teach me a lesson and would make me sit there naked listening to her. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before so I just sat there, let her yell knowing full well that I got mine the night before.

Finally, she kicks me out of my house (fully clothed at this point) and I begin my journey home. I had a noticeable bounce in my step because I was the first one of my boys to lose the big V. Then, I saw my mom driving toward me. With a shit eating grin, she asked me if I wanted a ride home. I just looked at her and got in the car. When I got home, my dad ripped into me about getting a phone call from Mama Bitch about how they raised their kid yadda, yadda. I think I stopped listening after he said I was grounded. After they were done, I marched into my room, tired as hell, crashed on my head and just smiled thinking...I got mine.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Rosa Parks

I normally don't write anything remotely serious on here but this is important. America has lost a true pioneer in the civil rights movement in Rosa Parks. This woman did what many before her refused to do, go against the grain. That, to me, is the American Dream. To live in a country where you can refuse to give up your seat on a bus and not cave in to the bigots. Unfortunately my vocabulary is not extensive enough to praise this woman the way she deserves to be praised so I will merely say this, Rest in Peace Ms. Parks, you've earned it. It's because of you that minorities like me now have a voice that can't just be ignored.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Have You Ever?

I stole, rather borrowed w/o permission, this from Blonde Justice

To play, just cut & paste the list to your blog, and bold any of the ones that are true.

smoked a cigarette

crashed a friend's car

stolen a car

been in love

been dumped - but the guy she dumped me for ended up being gay so there!)

shoplifted - I used to have a bad habit of taking golf balls with the golf courses logos wherever I played. Thankfully I've grown out of that.

been fired

been in a fist fight

snuck out of your parent's house - Yep, and tomorrow's post will be the story behind one of the more memorable times.

had feelings for someone who didn't have them back

been arrested - does being detained count? If so then count me in.

gone on a blind date - once and only once

lied to a friend - nah I'm pretty blunt when it comes to things

skipped school - man who hasn't? I used to sit around the Student Union at UCF all day watching Jerry Springer and playing video games.

seen someone die

had a crush on one of your internet friends - define crush ;-)

been to Canada

been to Mexico

been on a plane

purposely set a part of yourself on fire - who does that?

eaten sushi

been jet-skiing - it's nice to grow up in FL

met someone in person from the internet - but for some reason she wasn't as hot as she described...imagine that

been moshing at a concert

taken pain killers

loved and missed someone

made a snow angel I just did this for the first time in my life back in March

had a tea party

flown a kite - and almost got it stuck in a power line since my parents decided that it would be a good idea to grow up near some.

built a sand castle

gone puddle jumping - you haven't lived until you jumped in a puddle and drenched some stuck up with murky water.

played dress up

jumped in a pile of leaves - sadly, this is also something I just recently did (at 26 no less) because Florida doesn't have seasons.

gone sledding

cheated while playing a game - hey who hasn't cheated at strip poker. I mean the object of the game is to make the other person take their clothes off right?

been lonely

fallen asleep at work or school - AND I've yet to be caught

used a fake id until moms found it and cut it up

watched a sun set - I even took the picture of me "holding up" the sun, classic

felt an earthquake

touched a snake - I used to want one for a pet

slept beneath the stars - when you are drunk you don't realize how unromantic this really is

been tickled

been robbed

been misunderstood - always

petted a reindeer/goat - when I met Santa two years ago in Vail

won a contest - I recently won $3 in Powerball

run a red light/stop sign - AND I got a ticket for it

been suspended from school

been in a car accident - not my fault

had braces

eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night

had deja vu - didn't you just ask me that (bonus points if you can guess what movie that's from)

danced in the moonlight

liked the way you looked at least at one point in time - I always like the way I look, it's other people who don't seem to enjoy as often

witnessed a crime - underage drinking, scavenger hunts, you name it.

questioned your heart - NEVER

been obsessed with post-it notes

squished barefoot through the mud

been lost - although this is hard to admit because I'm a man and men never get lost

been on the opposite side of the country

swam in the ocean - I grew up near the ocean

felt like dying

cried yourself to sleep - It's heartbreaking when the Mets lost to the Yankees in the World Series

played cops and robbers - why my friends always chose the brown guy for robbers I'll never know

recently colored with crayons - wifey works at a preschool and I color with her kids a lot

sung karaoke - call me American Idol baby

paid for a meal with only coins - When I was in middle school, I thought it would be cool for me to finally be able to pay for my own BK meal. Too bad for the clerk, it was all in pennies and nickles.

done something you told yourself you wouldn't - but I thought we WERE going to get married

made prank phone calls - my favorite one was calling the air conditioner repair people and telling them that it sounded like my A/C was constipated.

laughed until some kinda beverage came out of your nose

caught a snow flake on your tongue - thankfully it wasn't yellow

danced in the rain - I love the rain, as long as it's not cold out

written a letter to Santa Claus - and for some reason he had the same handwriting as my dad.

been kissed under the mistletoe by your boy/girlfriend

watched the sun rise with someone you care about

blown bubbles - still do, man I'm a total kid

made a bonfire on the beach - it was the night I saw the shuttle launch at midnight, one of the coolest things I've ever seen

crashed a party - sometimes you just gotta

gone rollerskating - man this is embarrassing, I actually don't know how to roller skate so I was in the "little kids" rink and some little shit came behind me and kicked my leg out from under me just to watch me fall

had a wish come true - Baby Ricannette in full effect

worn pearls

jumped off a bridge - but it was only like 10 feet so nothing major

ate dog/cat food

told a complete stranger that you loved them - there is no telling what I'll do when drunk

kissed a mirror

sang in the shower - just this morning baby!

had a dream you married someone - funny I did this past weekend

glued your hand to something

got your tongue stuck to something - after watching "A Christmas Story" I was convinced that it was made up, so much for that theory

kissed a fish or a frog

sat on a roof top - after sneaking out of my parents house in the middle of the night

screamed at the top of your lungs - winning any kind of championship will make any grown man scream

did a one handed cartwheel

talked on the phone for more the 6 hours - doesn't this happen to everyone when they first start dating someone, and then later on they don't have anything to talk about since they said it all that first night?

stayed up all night

not taken a shower for a week - that's just nasty

picked and eaten an apple right off the tree

climbed a tree - and jumped into a river like 25 feet down

had a tree house

admitted you are scared to watch scary movies alone - but I'm not scared anymore...really I'm not

believed in ghosts

had more than 30 pairs of shoes at the same time

worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others would say - isn't that what being a goof is all about?

gone streaking - it will never happen again

gone dingdong ditching - I've even taken it one step further and lit dog crap on fire to watch the person stomp it out

pushed into a pool/hottub with all your clothes on - sadly, I've even fallen in on my own

been told you're hot by a complete stranger - but she was really drunk so what does she know

broken a bone - hairline though, nothing major

been easily amused - I was amused enough by this post to actually do it myself

caught a fish - one my entire life. One measly fish

caught a butterfly

laughed so hard you cried

cried so hard you laughed

laughed so hard you pee your pants - don't hate bastards, everyone has

cheated on a test - I even had a system with my friends on multiple choice tests: Top left corner of the desk A; Top right corner of the desk B; Bottom left C; Bottom right D; middle E.

had or do you currently have a Britney Spears CD - I actually only bought it because I met her and wanted her to sign it, which she did and I still have it

forgotten someone's name - dude this is a big time problem for me

french braided someone's hair

been kissed by someone you didn't like - definitely an awkward moment afterwards

gone skinny dipping in a pool /lake - when you have a pool in your backyard you have to do this. Plus I had a slide and you go down so much faster on your bare ass than you do with your trunks on

been threatened to be kicked out of your house

been kicked out of your house

Anyone else care to give it a shot?

Monday, October 24, 2005

I'm Worth More Than I Thought


My blog is worth $9,032.64.
How much is your blog worth?

Friday, October 21, 2005

American Idol Here I Come

I'm kind of a music nut. I love listening to a wide variety of music, I like Tim McGraw and Tupac for God's sake. In addition to my love of music, I like to sing. Some people have told me I have a decent voice, while others have said that I was polluting their ears. I'm sure if you ask Baby Ricannette she'd probably tell you that I was polluting her ears since she likes to cry when I sing to her. Anyways, when I get in the car it's a given that I'm going to sing the songs that I know on the radio. Be it rap, rock, pop, country it doesn't matter. If I know it I will sing it (sad isn't it?).

So I'm driving a couple of weeks ago on the highway totally jamming with the windows down, wind blowing through my hair (even though my hair is about 1/8 of an inch long), singing my little heart out. The it comes on the radio. A song that I haven't heard in about 3 years but can still remember the words as though I wrote them myself. What song could bring your dear Rican to his knees? It's none other than "Like a Virgin" by Madonna. I have no idea what it was about this particular song on this particular day but I felt a connection. I found myself thinking back to cone shaped bras and the movie "Who's that girl?"

Naturally, I began belting out the tune. After the first verse, I'm completely warmed up and ready for the chorus. As I'm singing "touched for the very first time" I looked over to my left and noticed an old couple staring at the crazy Rican in the car next to him singing his pretty little heart out. My solo began to slowly die down as my embarrassment crept up. I saw the lady in the passenger seat look over at her husband, say something and then roll the window up. Blushing, I also rolled my windows up, turned Madonna down, and changed directions so I would not have to ride beside them any longer. Once they were out of sight, I cranked it again but found that Madonna had left my radio. Oh man, what might have been...

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

To All My Brown Friends

I had a different idea to post about today but when I saw this it was too funny for me to pass up. I've added some witty comments on some of these for your amusement.

You know you are brown (i.e. Hispanic) when...

1. You put your clean pots in the oven for storage. (It's the only place where you had room since you had to store rice and beans everywhere else).

2. Your mother keeps a can full of recycled cooking oil on or near the stove. (The funny thing is I never thought this was weird until I moved in with white roommates).

3. Your relatives take photos and videos at a wake.

4. You have to say "Bendicion" to your grandmother and/or mother and/or aunts when you come in and before you leave. (Sometimes this is ignored, other times it comes with a quick prayer).

5. Your grandma's couch is covered in plastic even though it's older than you. (I didn't think this was strange until I moved to the US).

6. You call all cereal "con flay".

7. You call any sneaker "tenis".

8. You can't leave a party without taking home a plate of food.

9. Your grandma makes you put on slippers because walking around barefooted will make you get sick.

10. You need that piece of cake before you leave the party.

11. You found out about a Saturday party on Wednesday.

12. "La Correa" (belt) or "La Chancla" (slipper) were used to discipline you. (My mom is like 5 ft tall and isn't really into sports but when it came time to hit me with the Chancleta she was like Joe Montana with her aim when I tried to run.)

13. You have those huge wooden spoons on the wall. (Or in my case, huge ceramic plates.)

14. The biggest pot in the house is burned from all the rice cooked in it.

15. You blast the music at 8am to clean the house on a Saturday.

16. The whole family gathers around and stands still in front of the video camera at a wedding, baptism, or birthday party and just smiles like it's a regular camera. (Like you haven't done that before).

17. You set up a "hamaca" (hammock) whenever your family goes to the park.

18. You are older than one of your uncles or aunts. (Or your dad has the same exact birthdate as one of his sisters but they aren't twins).

19. Your Mom has two sets of dishes and bed sheets: One for everyday use and the other for "cuando llege visita (for visitors).

20. Your mother keeps the rice in a big green soda-cracker can and instead of a scoop inside, its a tea cup with a broken handle.

21. You go to a birthday party and your friends that couldn't go are asking you to bring them back some food.

22. Your mom / tia (aunt) / abuelita (grandma) has a ceramic elephant on the living room table.

23. Your favorite dish is pegao (crunchy rice).

24. You have an aunt who sells pasteles on the side.

25. It could be 100 degrees outside and your mom is cooking pernil inside in the oven.

Here are a few of mine...

26. You seriously consider printing two different sets of wedding invitations. One set with the correct time for the white folks, and one set with the starting time 2 hours earlier than the actual time since you know your brown relatives will roll up late. And you can send one invitation to one tia and everyone on that side of the family will come using that one invitation.

27. I could get to my mom's house just by the smell of her chuletas.

28. At least 2 of your relatives have beaded curtains into their living room.

29. There are crosses in at least every other room of the house, and you own at least one real set of rosemary beads and one plastic set for the kids.

30. You regularly use the expression "Chacho, brother (even though half the people don't know what "brother" means)."

31. You meet family members for the first time at your wedding and talk like you've known each other for your entire lives.

32. You can regularly communicate in Spanglish and not miss a beat.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Asshole of the Week

I haven't been doing too well in keeping up with my AOTW award lately but this one was too easy to pass up. Evidently, the NBA (Pro Basketball for all you non-sports people) is interested in implementing a dress code for it's players this season. For some inexplicable reason, they don't want their players dressing like they just woke up and would prefer them to dress like the professionals they are supposed to be. You can read about it here.

Well unfortunately, some of these players aren't too thrilled about to dress up a little during league time such as travel to and from the team (5 star) hotel, press conferences, games (if they aren't playing), etc. Allan Iverson has bitched about not wanting to change the way he rolls, since he wants to be comfortable. However, there is another NBA player that one ups Mr. Iverson. That would be the fragile Marcus Camby. This guy had the balls to suggest that teams give players an additional allowance for clothes on top of their regular salaries. Are you fucking kidding me? In a league that has a MINIMUM salary of $398,762 for first year players, that is just preposterous. Shit I graduated from law school and am up to my ears in debt but still had to buy clothes for work. Mr. Camby himself, is scheduled to make $8.5 million this year. Call me crazy, but I guess 8 mil doesn't go as far as it used to. While people are struggling to live off FEMA checks that are being disbursed in amounts of $2,000, you can't afford to take your ass to the local Men's Warehouse and get your ass a sports coat, 2 pairs of pants and some dress shirts on 8 Mil? Congratulations Mr. Camby you are my Asshole of the Week

Monday, October 17, 2005

God Hates Us...

...Or at least he loves to have fun at our expense. I'm not talking about the natural disasters that are occurring around the world because the Hurricanes are being produced by the Russian Mob. Evidently, they picked New Orleans because they hate gay people and Ellen Degeneres is from there. Oh no my dear readers, I'm talking on a much deeper, albeit similar fashion as to why God hates humans. Here are just a few observations I've made on my 26 years on this planet and reasoning behind my theory of God...

* Mullets - What kind of God in their right mind would allow a hairstyle like this to even be conceived? Business up front, party in the rear? Who comes up with these slogans. You know that fool is sitting up there behind the pearly gates laughing at all idiots who think chicks dig this look.

* Ice Cream, Pizza, Burgers, etc. - What kind of sick mutha is this God to make all the food that tastes good be unhealthy for you. How can he make shit like broccoli, Cauliflower, and anything else deemed healthy taste like shit, but he can make Twinkies taste good but cause a heart attack. Sick bitch!

* Sleepless nights - Now if he didn't hate us, why the hell would he let Baby Ricannette sleep all hours of the day, but come nighttime when I'm looking to sleep, she wants to party like it's 1999.

* Spandex in sizes bigger than medium - Are you kidding me? Anything that hugs the skin that tight shouldn't be allowed to be made in sizes for people with rolls. He obviously hates us because he's casually forgotten to give the people who wear said spandex in sizes bigger than medium, the eye sight required to determine whether or not something looks good. Damn God is cruel.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Let's Talk About Sex Baby

You remember that Salt 'n Pepa song from back in the day don't you? The one thing I never got was who Baby Little was. I mean all I hear when I think about that song is "Baby Little, Baby Little" in the background. Anyways that song isn't really what the post is about. I'm just curious at what point do you go I can't be in this relationship anymore because the sex is bad?

Here is a story for ya'll. I've been around the block a few times. I've had the one night stands, the friends with benefits, and the full blown relationships. I was dating this chick that I worked with. From the moment I started at the job she flirted with me and me, being the flirt that I am, flirted back. We went back and forth for awhile but didn't do anything. She had a boyfriend at the time so I didn't want to step on anyone's toes.

Well she ends up breaking up with the guy and we start hanging out. Now the entire time we are flirting she's talking so much shit about how great she is in bed, how she can do this and do that. Naturally, I was all about and wanted to find out for myself. The girl was pretty cute, so even if she didn't quite live up to her billing, if she was ok it wouldn't be bad. On one of our dates, her psycho followed us from dinner to the movies. Once we got out of the movies, she saw him staring at us and uttered an amazing line, "If he wants to watch, then let's give him a show." We made out and groped a little, nothing more than PG-13, but a turn on nonetheless. A few weeks later, things got more heated up and we did the deed. It was quite possibly the worst I've ever had, I had to pretend to finish. I just chalked it up to our first time together so I didn't think twice about it. The funny thing was that when she was done, she told me it was amazing.

Finally we are about 2 months into the relationship. We have been pretty intimate for some time now and it has gotten progressively worse. She continued to tell me how amazing it was to her and I just couldn't help but laugh. She asked what I laughed at and I just said that it was that "gee someone is saying something nice about me" laugh. I tried one more time and then told myself if it didn't get better I was out. We did it again and it sucked royally. Finally, I broke up with her. When she asked what was up, I told her it wasn't her, it was me. I didn't want to be in a relationship, and I needed my space (actually, I didn't mind being in a relationship, but I needed someone who knew what they were doing and didn't talk shit about how great they were in bed before and sucked after). All in all I gave our relationship 3 months. My question is, at what point do ya'll just say enough is enough. I think I waited about 2 months longer than I should have. How long would ya'll wait?

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Things a Man Shouldn't Say to a Woman in Labor

1. Her: I can't do this, it's too hard.
Man: Well we really can't do much about it now can we?

2. "That didn't seem so bad."

3. "I'm tired."

4. "Is this ever going to end."

5. "I think you just sharted."

6. "Hunny, you're going to have to smile for the camera."


Can ya'll think of any others?

Monday, October 10, 2005

How Ya'll Got Here Round 2!

I love Site Meter and Extreme Tracker. It allows me to write about something funny when I can't think of something on my own. Here are some of the searches that have landed people on my blog.

1. "How does Omarion Stay in Shape" - fuck if I know, but if you find out, have that fool call me.

2. "Who put the freak in the fries" - man you found me, and I thought no one was looking

3. "Puerto Rican Porn" - damn not on this blog, my parents read this for God's sake

4. "Black Puerto Rican ass" - I bet ya'll didn't know you could be black and Puerto Rican did ya? Well it's true, I have some black uncles

5. "Woman Haters" - You'd have to go to Homer's site for the different types of woman haters.

6. "Worst Jobs, Sperm Bank" - I don't think I included this in my worst jobs post but now that I think about it, I wouldn't want to be the one cleaning those cups.

7. "Puerto Rican gay porn" - what the fuck? Not in this lifetime buddy, hope you found what you were looking for.

8. "Rican Stud" - that's right, and don't you forget it damn it!

9. "Puerto Rican porn stars" - that was a long time ago and I was hoping to avoid all contact with that part of my life.

10. "Define Happiness" - dude if you are looking for this on my blog you better be bringing along some of those french fries that get left at the bottom of the Mickey D's bag.

Friday, October 07, 2005

First Day Impressions

I worked for the big T for a long time (something like 7 years). For the longest time I figured I would be a Target lifer. Thankfully, I've graduated to greener pastures. However, my time at Target was not without its fun times. I started in the store in my hometown in high school. When I moved out of my parent's house to be closer to college, I transferred stores. The manager of this store was one of my good friend's dads so it wasn't a total shock and hey who better to know than the guy in charge right?

Well my first day was a Saturday. Part of the job duties I had to do was open a cash drawer and count the money in. I went to open the drawer with the key and wouldn't you know it, I snap the damn thing. We had to call a locksmith and operate one register short at the service desk.

Feeling quite embarrassed, I worked extra hard throughout the day to make up for my stupidity. I worked so hard that I forgot to take a lunch break. Well my bowels decided they weren't about to wait for me to finish my shift and I had the sudden urge to shit. I tried to hold it in at first and then I realized if I didn't go now I would shit myself (I use to hate taking a shit in public that's why I tried to hold it in). Well, I told my coworker that I needed to take a break. I made a bee-line for the employee bathroom in the back (there's no way in hell I was going to use the bathroom that the customers use, I've cleaned those before, I know the nasty shit (no pun intended) that goes on in there) but the damn men's bathroom is being used. I do the poop dance for a while before I realized that whoever was in there wasn't coming out before my shit did so I decided to improvise. I looked around to see if anyone was close by. When I didn't see anyone I snuck in the woman's restroom.

Finally, I had the release my intestines were craving. I spent a good 10 minutes on the toilet (nasty huh). I finished, wiped then went to flush the toilet. I noticed that there was a lot in the toilet but figured it would make it without plugging the toilet. How wrong I was...You know those moments before when you are praying for something to happen even if you know it's not going to help? That was me. I saw the water begin to rise but insisted on praying to anything holy that this toilet would flush.

The water level finally stopped rising and from the looks of it, was starting to recede. Frantic, I decided to flush it again because I didn't want the next person in the bathroom to be left with a surprise. Man if I was praying hard before, I was selling my soul to the devil after the second flush. The water (and everything in it) came gushing over the sides of the toilet. I looked around and realized I was stuck. I quickly washed my hands then reached for the door. I listened to see if anyone was outside but didn't hear a sound. Reluctantly, I opened the door a crack to peak outside. Not seeing anyone, I hauled ass back to the front of the store and the service break. The girl that was working with me merely nodded when I returned. About 4 minutes later, I heard this call over the walkie talkie, "Cart attendant, can you bring a plunger, mop, bucket and air freshener to the women's employee bathroom in the back of the store." I tried all I could not to laugh. I looked at the girl that worked with me and she merely said, man I'm glad I'm not the one having to clean up that shit. Half an hour later the cart attendant came by the service desk to chat up the girl working with me. When she asked him what happened his response was, "man that must have been some fat bitch who just ate at a buffet because there was shit everywhere." Laughing hysterically I just shook my head and told him that it sucked he had to clean that up while thinking, if this cat only knew...

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

It's a Girl Part 2

Sorry for the long layoff folks but as you can imagine the Rican has been a little preoccupied these last few days. I promised you a more detailed play by play of Baby Ricanette's birth and I shall deliver. All in all it was a smooth labor and delivery. Wifey's water broke at 3:30 A.M. (how come it never happens in the middle of the day?) and we were in the hospital by 4:30. After some pain and some meds Baby Ricanette came out wide eyed at 11:50 A.M. She weighed 6lbs and was 19 inches long.

We had some awesome visitors at the hospital (thanks Maria) and ended up going home Saturday. The weekend was relatively uneventful except for our trip to Target to get her stuff since she came 2 weeks early and being a Rican you know my ass wasn't prepared since we're late for everything (obviously Baby Ricanette got some white genes). We had pretty good nights Saturday and Sunday. She had her first Dr.'s appointment yesterday but she's been kinda wild since. She's been up every 2 hours w/o fail. I didn't realize I could operate on two 2-hour blocks of sleep but I'm sure as hell working on it. That's the extent of my complaining though because she is beautiful (thankfully she doesn't look like me), healthy and has all 10 fingers and toes.

Lastly I want to send a thank you out to everyone who left a comment and/or emailed me to wish congratulations. It's been an awesome ride so far and I'm crazy excited to see what adventures Baby Ricanette can provide for us daily!
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