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Marriage is Tough! But Does it have to be this Hard?

Guess who is back?? I have so many things to share…I got married! I am officially in a marriage and I have so much to talk about concerning that topic. Things are going to get superdity duper real. But first, I did promise a Blog post on spirituality, then a video post on my favorite makeup and lastly a video post of a conversation between Jason, my husband, and my relationship and what it is like dating (marrying) a girl with a facial scar.

So in the next 2 days, I will update you on the Spirituality post. Then a few days after that, I’ll do the Makeup Post, and then I’ll do the Conversation with Jason Post before I fill you in on everything else that has happened in my life in the last year.

I promise to be more consistent. I want to begin speaking opportunities and eventually starting my own Foundation for Burn Survivors and Victims of Fire. Now that wedding planning is done, I am back to focusing on my side projects.

Talk soon and thank you so much for stopping by and check out the chic table setting I did for my Birthday Dinner that happened in the first week of November. I am obsessed with gold, cream and pops of color right now.

My husband threw me a #birthdayparty dinner at our home. He prepared handmade pasta carbonara and we opened beautiful bottles of wine from our recent trip to #napavalley --of course I wanted to do the #tabledecor. #goldandcream #goldandpink #popofcolor #peonies #glam. Cheers to my fellow #scorpios

My husband threw me a #birthdayparty dinner at our home. He prepared handmade pasta carbonara and we opened beautiful bottles of wine from our recent trip to #napavalley –of course I wanted to do the #tabledecor. #goldandcream #goldandpink #popofcolor #peonies #glam. Cheers to my fellow #scorpios

ABOUT A CAT NAMED PANCHO

img_7434It has taken me a long time to write this post about my best friend, Jim, who passed away in August 2013. It was even harder to write about the cat he left behind–the only animal he really loved, named Pancho. And it has proven to be extremely difficult to write this post about the death of Pancho. I think that it just brings a lot of unpleasant memories surrounding the death of Jim. You will understand what I mean soon enough. Now that I live in a neighborhood where we have two stray cats that always seem to find themselves on my porch, I feel like I can tell the story about Pancho. (I feed the cats and pet them and give them love. Shhh. Don’t tell my extremely allergic husband)

Around 12 years ago, Jim was in a relationship with a man (whom I still call my friend today), named Miguel. Miguel was a lover of animals and of love in general. So when Miguel moved into Jim’s beautiful row home in Washington, DC, Miguel took a liking to stray cat who hat been terribly hit by a car. While Jim didn’t care for animals much let alone stray cats, he saw how happy this cat made Miguel and he witnessed a sweet nurturing side of Miguel that he adored. So Jim and Miguel began feeding Pancho (Miguel came up with the name for the female cat by giving her the name Pancha. But Jim was able to say Pancho easier. So Pancho stuck. Ha).

Over the years, Jim and Miguel’s romantic relationship crumbled but they remained best friends. Jim kept Pancho in the break up and really ended up loving Pancho so much. The August 2013 day when my sister and I went to go break into Jim’s house because we were worried about him, we saw Pancho peeking through the window at us. Pancho looked a bit distressed and kept coming to every window Linda and I tried breaking through. It made it hard for Linda and I to break through the window. We didn’t want Pancho to get hurt.

We ended up calling the police who then called Fire Fighters. Fire Fighters broke into Jim’s house— and what they discovered was a gruesome end to a life cut too short. Pancho was given to Miguel who lived 45 minutes away in a rural suburb of Maryland. Pancho tried adjusting to her new life. Miguel enjoyed having her because Pancho was a constant, loving reminder of Jim. But sadly, one day while Miguel was at work in October 2015, Miguel received a phone call from a friend who was at his house who said that 2 neighbors dogs were let loose and ate Pancho alive right in front of her. She tried to stop the dogs but it was too late. Pancho’s remains were scattered all over the yard. Miguel rushed off the phone, and by the time he came home, he was alone again. He didn’t have a chance to say goodbye to Pancho the way he didn’t have a chance to say goodbye to Jim. Pancho left this world in such a horrific way the way Jim left this world. Miguel called me to tell me what happened and I was crushed. This was not fair. Pancho had a tough life but found love through Jim and Miguel. Why did these dogs have to destroy her spirit? It makes me sad to this day when I think about Pancho (even though Pancho was a bitchy little thing, haha). The only thing that gives me solace is knowing that she is with her dad and they are both at peace.

So there you have it. This isn’t about my life as a fire survivor. This is a story about survivors living and deceased. We all have a story to tell. We all deal with pain in some form or another. But if we have love, that pain even for a little bit dissipates, and we keep moving forward. Jim and Pancho were survivors in so many ways, but have found their peace even if they had to leave this earth with a little pain.

xoxo. My next blog post is a list of my favorite things that includes make up I absolutely love. Talk to you next week!

 

 

Francis & Crissy! Our 1st Joint Video Together…

Hi!!

Francis and I connected in the beginning of November to talk about PR strategies so we can help get his book, The Will To Live, out in the hands of Readers who love to read autobiographical stories. We decided to do a video to help get the word out. Fortunately for Francis, he looks great and had a lovely night of sleep the night prior. Unfortunately for me, I was nursing a bit of a hangover and had to spackle my face with spraypaint foundation in order to look semi awake (sorry for the shiny face and unbrushed hair in advance).

Hope you guys like the video that Francis will be sending out to Journalists, TV Hosts, Hospitals, Newspapers and Magazines– people we admire in the world who already make a difference by sharing news and stories that can help and inform others.

Until we talk again,

 

xoxo

I’m Just Not One to Talk About Myself…

I know it sounds ridiculous because I have been featured in National Publications and was on a TV show. BUT it’s true. While I wanted to tell my story to meet people who share similar stories of hardship, the idea of keeping up a blog, twitter, Instagram, etc just doesn’t appeal to me. To me, it sounds a bit arrogant because I am not offering anything but advice. I’m not teaching any skill. My advice giving is not a skill and not the end all be all of what it takes to make you a happier person. I simply  reveal my experiences with how I came out of darker times throughout my life. I hope it helps people, but I do NOT think I am special in any way and I am only doing this blog because I have been told that my stories are entertaining and help some. The moment people stop coming up to me and writing me will be the day that I stop writing, because I don’t want to be revealing my thoughts if they don’t help anyone. Ha.
So anyway, I said that I was going to go through my Memorial Day weekend in my last post. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. It was an absolute blast. We stayed at my mom’s boyfriend’s house in Bethany Beach, Delaware, then went out to Fagers Island in Ocean City, Jam Session at Bottle and Cork in Dewey Beach and the Starboard in Dewey where Jason (my boyfriend) met legendary former University of Maryland Basketball Coach, Gary Williams,  Indiana Hoosier’s Basketball Coach (can’t remember name)  and CEO of Under Armour, Kevin Plank. He had drinks with them and that pretty much made his life. He was like a giddy little school boy. I don’t blame him though. I would be freaking out if I met Oprah. I love that woman. I feel like she would be such a blast one minute, and then could get really deep the next minute while still being ridiculously entertaining. Anyway, I digress…
So since we last spoke, I not only went to the beach, I also went camping on the beaches of Assateague Island with my family. It was so much fun to be one with nature. Poor Jason doesn’t think so though as he forgot to put bug spray on after he got out of the ocean water, that he got bitten over 100 times!! Haha. He was so sore and I cannot help but laugh a little because anyone who  has gone camping, has gotten bitten a ton of times at one point or another. Jason had only been camping a 1/2 of a time before in his life. So he is still new to the whole outdoorsy thing.
One big thing happened on Saturday May 30th—I got engaged!! Jason completely surprised me with a beautiful 2 carat round solitaire with a white gold pave band. I am only writing out exact details because I always wonder when I see the beautiful rings on my friends and family. I have never been more happily surprised in my life. I thought Jason and I were entertaining friends from New Jersey that weekend. We were excited to show them around DC and took them to the Monuments. Never in a million years did I know that Jason had been planning a surprise this grand with 40 of my family and friends behind my back! I hung out with all of those people at some point or another since the time they found out that he wanted to propose to me in April and still I have no idea how they were all dead silent about my engagement. You would think someone would slip up and no one did. I am eternally grateful. The last time I was surprised was when Jim died. Before that, I have never been surprised and I had always wanted a great surprise. Jason did it and I don’t know how I got so lucky to meet this incredible man who genuinely loves me and my flaws.
Above is the video my cousin edited to make even more special of the day when she posted Bruno Mars’s music to a few videos edited together. Forever, my ugly cry face will be on the internet, but you guys have already seen it if you remember me on Botched. ; )Until we talk again! Have an incredible remainder of the week. I’ll post my first video message on my youtube channel in my next post. Ahhhhh! I can already hear the insults. Ha.

3000+ Visitors!! Happy Monday!!

So this is how I'm feeling right now in my office!! When you go from less than 100 people looking at your blog, to over 3000 in a week, your mind is blown. I thought 100 people was a lot of Visitors and was super excited to keep writing for those 100 people and robots. And then I did Press for Botched and WOW, 3000+ Visitors later and here I am gettin' my groove on. Ha. Thank you to the various media outlets who support this blog and all that I want to do to make life a little easier for those of us who are a little different looking than most other people. When I hit the 5000 page load mark, I will create my own Gif and put it up there. That should be motivation to help spread the blog, right? ; )

Anyway, let me share a story with you about this past weekend trip. As I have mentioned in previous posts, my brother is happily married with 3 boys all under the age of 7. They live in this beautiful town 30 minutes outside of New York City called, Maplewood, NJ. The boys are so well behaved and often, parents try to model their parenting skills off of how they see my brother, Carlos and his wife, Annie, parent.

Well, I knew since the boys were born, I would have to one day have that dreaded talk with them about what happened to my face. However, it’s been 7 years since the oldest one was born and he never made any comments about my chin. To him, I’m just his Tia Crissy. So I figured my brother and Annie had the talk with him at some point. Surely, no kid is this quiet when curiosity strikes their sweet minds, right?

Cut to a few days ago when on this past trip, the 7 year old treated me like I was a celebrity. Haha. He pulled out The Washington Post and mentioned how cool it was that his ‘Tia Crissy” was in the paper. At one point at dinner on Friday, he pulled up this hot plate to his chin to smell the food and he accidentally burned himself. He touched his chin and with the most excited look on his face, says, “wowwww, now I know how you felt when you burned your chin. I may also end up with a scar!” Throughout the weekend, he would continue to proudly show off my article in The Washington Post. It’s interesting how I have spent 20 years of my life shy and insecure about my chin and here I have a 7 year old who thinks it’s cool to be different. People have called me brave and courageous for years, but really, the real brave and courageous people are the ones who are able to embrace their physical differences and not be so concerned that how you look might offend other people. The brave ones are the people who are able to look past the physical and see the beauty within someone. I admire my nephew who is so special and doesn’t care that I have a scar– because at the end of the day, he’s just proud that his Tia is in the paper and made it for being different. I love you my little Carlos Eli and cannot wait to see how you continue to grow and inspire the young and…old…er.

I’ll write again tomorrow. xo and thank you all for continuing to read my posts. You’ve made my year. : )