Friday, November 25, 2011

Anti-Bullying Campaign

 

Dear Blog.

My book “Within a Teenage Mind” has been selling well. I am pleased with the reception that the public has shown me since I published it.

My agent called me today and told me that an Stop Bullying organization heard of my book and then read it. They loved the story and the moral of how things get better. When they found out that the story was based off my Junior High and High School memories they said they had to meet me. They contacted my agent and she called me.

“They didn’t realize how young you were. They thought you were in your Thirties. They are actually very excited that you are a young woman who has found a successful life after the bullying." My agent said over the phone. “They want to invite you as a Guest Speaker to an Anti-Bullying Campaign Seminar they are offering in Philadelphia this December.”

“Really? I’m honored!! I would love to go, but how long is the seminar?”

“Just 4 days. December 6th to the 9th. There will be a closing session and get-together for other “survival stories on the 10th.”

“Oh…” I bit my lip as I thought it over. I had been saving up money for all the Christmas presents for our families and friends. I didn’t know how I could possibly afford to pay the plane tickets. “Gosh, I’m really honored they thought of me. I would really love to attend, but unfortunately I can’t afford a big expense like that…”

“Oh Desirae! You don’t have to worry about that! They are offering to pay for your plane ticket. You would leave on the 1st of December and return on the 13th. So you will be back in time for your wedding anniversary. I know that is an important date you wouldn’t want to miss!! I’m holding your reserved-tickets in my hand right now. You just need to confirm and they will be at your house by tomorrow.”

“Really? They are paying for my ticket? But that’s 2 weeks!!”

“They figured you might want to explore the city while you are there…”

“How many tickets did they send?” For a moment I wondered if they expected me to bring my husband.

“Just for you.” My agent sighed. “They apologized but the funding is limited and they could only afford to buy you a ticket from Mx to Philadelphia and back.” 

“That’s fine. I don’t think Gerry would be able to get off work on such short notice. School lets out on the 29th, so I’ll have time to pack!” I was almost jumping up and down from excitement! I couldn’t believe it was happening.

“One more thing…”

Oh no…how what?

“Yes?”

“They aren’t paying for any accommodations. You have to make Hotel reservations or if you like I could do that for you.”

“No, that is fine. I’ll stay with my family. My grandparents live an hour away from Philadelphia. I’ll visit them, but thanks for offering.”

 

She gave me my itinerary and then we hung up. I randomly started singing and dancing around the room. Luckily there weren’t any other teachers in the teachers-room. I can’ wait to tell Gerry!!

 

I’ll write again soon.

Desirae Valdespino

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

His friends…

 

Dear Blog,

I rarely ever discuss my husband’s friends. I might mention them once in awhile, but I know I don’t go into depth about them. Most of his friends are old college friends or co-workers. He’ll go out for coffee with them or invite them over for dinner. I think most of the people I’ve met are more of “acquaintances” than close friends. Gerard has always been a friendly person, so it’s not hard for him to strike up a conversation with a random stranger. (I’ve always envied that about him. People flock to him)

I’ve come across people who think that homosexual men don’t have many heterosexual friends. I’ll admit that before I met Gerard, I used to think that too. However after meeting all his friends over the years I’d have to say that at least 80% of his friends are straight. 

Gerry has met all of my friends. I’m usually on the phone with them, Skyping or sending them old-fashioned-snail-mail letters. He gets along with most of my friends, maybe there is one or two who’s company he doesn’t enjoy, but in general he’s content with my crowd.

I’m usually also enjoy his friends, but here is ONE I really can’t tolerate; Antony. (name changed for obvious reason. lol)

Antony, “Tony”,  is straight and constantly changing girlfriends . He has known Gerard since Junior High School. (Which is like forever to them). Tony has a certain charm to him that makes girls drool. He isn’t exactly a Playboy, considering he is a successful computer technician, and only dates entrepreneur women.   But he has the worst manners and just gets on my nerves.

Whenever he comes over he hits on me; insinuating that I should leave Gerry for him. At first I thought he was a joke so I’d play around and agree, but that only made him even more annoying. Now whenever he comes over or calls to the house he calls me “sweet-pea”, “baby” or “chiquita”. He flirts with everyone and often says the wrong thing. So I know he doesn’t secretly like me.  Besides, Gerry is kind enough to remind me that I’m not Tony’s type.

I know I can’t be the only person whose spouse has a friend you don’t get along with. I guess right now I’m just venting. Letting it out.

Why? 

For obvious reasons. Tony is stopping by this weekend with his latest girlfriend and we’re having a couples dinner party. I hope his date is someone who’s company I can enjoy. Otherwise the evening is going to seem eternal.

 

Till Next time. Wish me luck!!

Desirae Valdespino

 

 

 

Friday, November 11, 2011

11-11-11

 

 

Epic. Day. Epic. Year.

 

Where were we?  Epic. Location.

At home. Gerry worked from home today because he had to plan some things and make phone calls. (I wasn’t paying attention when he explained it to me 5 times.) I was at work until 3:00. Then I arrived home, made lunch and started on the To-Do List. BUT  “Honey” was busy scratching his belly and procrastinating his part of the To-Do List. Took me a while to finally drag him out.

 

How did we spend it?  Epic. Memory.

Racking the back yard, painting the garage and arguing about who fixes the hole in the garage floor. (because someone, OH someone HAD to install a shelf and ended up dropping the hammer on the floor and cracking it… ).  Did the shelf get installed? No.  Who fixed the crack tile? Me.

 

What did we eat? Epic. Meal.

Breakfast: Cereal. (but with the wrong milk, because I forgot to buy his “whole” milk)

Lunch: Tuna Sandwiches.

Dinner: Pizza (which was cold by the time we ate it, because someone, OH someone just HAD to take a one hour  long shower as the Pizza delivery guy arrived… We couldn’t keep it warm because our oven ‘broke’, we figured out later that it got unplugged somehow.)

 

Did we have a memorable day? Epic. Day.

Hectic, argumentative, difficult, but defiantly memorable.

 

Would we re-live it? Epic. Fail.

No way.

 

 

Till next time.

xoxo

Desirae Valdespino