Friday, January 30, 2009

Part 1 of Invites--Check!

Remember how I said I ordered part of our wedding invitations? Well they got to my parent’s house already! Within a week of ordering them! My parents said they look awesome and that the colors are perfect….I am S.O. freaking excited! It’s kind of like a nudge of motivation to get the other parts done and ordered just so I can see my visualization come to life. I have loved designing them! I keep trying to think of ways to incorporate the design into other aspects of the wedding, and I’ve got a couple ideas up my sleeve. But it’s all on the down-low unless you are in the wedding party, in which case you probably know everything already. :)

In other news on the wedding front, I am working on getting approval for the trip to the US and some time off for the wedding and our honeymoon. I’ve got approval from one boss, and now we are waiting on approval from the Controller. If all goes as planned, I will be leaving Chile in April and working long-distance from my parent’s house for all of April and May, then taking June 6th to July 5th off of work for the wedding, honeymoon, and time with family. Keep your fingers crossed that I get the approval…!

Friday, January 23, 2009

Sneak Peak

I'm on the verge of finishing designing our wedding invitation suite and I am super jazzed about it! In fact, today I ordered one part of it should get to my parent's house in about 2 weeks. Once they get a chance to see it, we'll order the rest! Ahhh...can't wait to see it all together!

I've toyed with the idea of blogging about our wedding plans....I mean, what with my obsession over and other bridal blogs, not to mention the fact that my life outside of work practically revolves around wedding planning. But, I'm kind of too selfish to do too much blogging on least until after the wedding passes. I just don't want to give away too many details. My parents, husband and bridesmaids will already know everything...but everyone else? Well, I want them to be in awe when the time comes.

In any case, I decided to do a small sneak peak of our wedding invitations....just to whet your appetite.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

A day so meaningful I have no words to describe this feeling...

I can't tell you how amazing it was today to listen to the inauguration of our 44th President. I was at work and I plugged into all day long. I tried to actually watch the speech, but the "live streams" were not streaming so smoothly, so I just kept to the radio which came in loud and clear.

Tear were brought to my eyes as I did see the part where Obama was making his way to the stage, somewhere from the inside of the Capital building. History was being made right before my eyes....a moment in history that can never be taken back and that means so much to so many people.

I am glad that Obama was frank in his speech, and told the world of the challenges that are to come and that he fully intends on solving the problems, but that it isn't something that will happen over night. I am so glad that he wants to change the world's perception of our country who, unfortunately, fell into the hands of George W. Bush...arguably the worst President of our country's history.
Obama is a man you know makes good on his words, he is a confident leader, he is intelligent, he is a caring father and all of that shows. I have faith in all he will do and I have great hopes for the change that he is brining to my country. I hope that when I step foot on US soil in a few months, that I will feel the difference in the air.

The whole world was watching Obama today...and they will continue to watch him. But they too have faith that things will change.

Congratulations Mr. Obama--we welcome you with open arms as our President and we have faith in all you will do for our country and for the world.

I just couldn't be more proud of my country for taking the first step toward change and I hope that it will be able to make future changes even with the challenges that are yet to come.

Ahhhh......the emotion packed into this day. I will never forget it.

(All pictures from

Monday, January 19, 2009

"I Have a Dream"

Just wanted to pay tribute to Dr. Martin Luther King, as today is his day...and tomorrow will be Obama's day. (Transcripted speech from

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

God bless your soul, Dr. King. Thanks for all your hard work and for sacrificing your life in the name of justice. We haven't forgotten you....we will never forget you.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

New Routine

Wedding planning after work
Spend a bit of time with the hubs if at all possible


As you all know, the first to go when things get busy is a social life. Sorry friends :(

Next to go will be sleep.

Monday, January 5, 2009


This joke, which came to me as a forward from my father, made me laugh out loud. I can totally picture the person who asked this little girl the question....he's probably one of those annoying and obviously ignorant gringos who give us a bad name in foreign countries! Hell, he gives himself a bad name in his own! Anyway, enough of analyzing the joke....let's just get to it:

A stranger was seated next to a little black girl on the airplane when the stranger turned to her and said, "Let's talk. I've heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger."

The little girl, who had just opened her coloring book, closed it slowly and said to the stranger, "What would you like to talk about?"

"Oh, I don't know," said the stranger. "Since you are a Negro, do you think that So-called President Elect Barak Obama is qualified for the job?" and he smiles.

"OK", she said. 'That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff - grass -. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?"

The stranger, visibly surprised by the little girl's intelligence, thinks about it and says, "Hmmm, I have no idea."

To which the little girl replies, "Do you really feel qualified to discuss President Barak Obama... when you don't know shit?"

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