My 2015 Brick-olutions!

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1.  Get over the fact that I hate odd numbers (2015 = UGH!)

2.  FAKE IT with Mr. Brickhouse and continue to pretend that I am asleep when he comes to bed…so I don’t have to give him a back rub (really) every single night (for the love of God.)

3.  Stop watching CNN…or any other ’round the clock sensational verbal diarrhea, disguised as a news station.

4.  Hope that this is the year that the hair on my mustache will stop growing.

5.  Prepare this killer body of mine for bikini season. (Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha)

6.  Be more present and mindful with my misery  actions by listening to my bitching  breathing intently, while taking in the chaos  beauty around me and spreading loath love to the people I care about, as well as the ones that annoy the hell out of me  have yet to love themselves. Only I Matter Namaste.

7.  Decide which of the books I want to write will alienate my family the least, reveal only some of the dysfunctional and dark skeletons and ensure that I still receive my inheritance. 

8.  Continue to kick RA’s big ass and pulverize it once and of all.

9.  Master the art of kegel-ing so that I can control my bladder and avoid urinary incontinence and other pelvic floor problems…like ruining my wood floors.  Oh, and possibly improving my sexual performance while I’m at it.

10.  Plan my new year’s eve activities better so that I am not stuck at home (like tonight) watching Ryan Seacrest NOT coming out of the closet.

Love you all!

It’s The Most Magical Time Of The Year

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The music, the cooking, the decorating, the planning, the giving and the gathering together with loved ones.  This time of the year makes us all want to give and do for others, more than we do any other time.  I guess that is where the magical part comes in.

A great time to reflect.

I am feeling at peace these days and incredibly grateful for what I have around me.  My health may not be the best as I get ready to try a new weekly injection to combat my growing and much inflamed knuckles and hands, but I am alive and more fortunate than many who are battling R.A. or any other chronic medical condition.

I am also enjoying the time I am spending with my adult-behaving kids while they are home from college. Seeing them as they have matured only confirms what I have suspected all along.  That they are caring and giving individuals who will not only succeed in their chosen careers, but who will scatter kindness around them, as Mr. B and I have taught them to do since they were little.  That is the best Christmas present ever.

Yet, with all these blessings around me, my heart is aching.  Aching for friends and relatives who are going through difficult times at this very moment.  Wether it is my dear friend who is facing some medical issues as well as a family crisis, another friend who lost her mother two days ago, an elderly family friend who sits in a nursing home feeling alone and abandoned or family members having to spend the holidays in a hotel room because their home is no longer safe.

How is it that we are capable of feeling real physical and emotional pain for others?  Even for strangers who are suffering.    It can hurt almost as bad as if it were happening to us.  We have this amazing ability to empathize and feel for others, be it happiness or sadness and that right there, is magical as well.

What has nothing to do with magic, however, is our ability to cope with the situations and obstacles we face on a daily basis.  This takes work, practice, patience, love, hope, faith and inner peace.

This ability to cope does not come easy and is a work in progress, but I thank my incredible mother for teaching me how to be strong and accept what comes my way, as well as teaching me to move on with grace, faith and confidence.

 I also thank my brother Rafael, for showing me what – kind, loving, giving, disciplined, unpretentious and grateful truly look like, as he is the example I strive to live by.  The real deal.

I wish you all a peaceful, magical and happy holiday season.

Your friend,

Maria aka brickhousechick

The Time I Returned The Christmas Tree

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I swear, it was mad ugly.  

I cannot even find a photo as ugly as how ugly this tree was.

 I picked it out rather quickly,  I admit.   As it settled in its stand in my living room with its thawing branches glistening and relaxing into shape, it became clear that it was the ugliest tree I had ever seen.  The huge gaps between the branches were wide enough to allow for a large neighborhood of tree houses to be built on it.

My entire extended family was coming in for the holidays and I had to do something about this hideous tree.  I decided that I would string the lights around it, decorate it and fill the holes with extra ribbon and bows.

The thing is that I had purchased it from the nursery my brother-in-law managed and he had not only delivered it to our home but he had set it up for us on the stand.

I tried, I really did but there was no beautifying this ghastly pine.  Mr. B was not pleased,  with me that is.  You can’t just return a Christmas tree!  We bought it, we are stuck with it.  There is no way I am calling my brother and telling him that you don’t like it.

I promised that I would take care of the whole thing and sweet talk my way out of this most awkward situation.  After all, I couldn’t possibly be the only person in this planet to ever return a Christmas tree, could I?

I proceeded to  undecorate it and strip it free from any possible signs of Christmas cheer.  Then, I called my brother-in-law who happened to live right next door, to come over to take a look at the tree in question.  I pointed out every hole, front to back and told him that I could not tell my family that the tree had come from his place of work  because it would give the business a bad name.  Didn’t he want me to have a beautiful tree I could brag about and thus, complimenting his work?

After stating that this was the first time anyone had ever returned a Christmas tree, he took it out of the stand and threw it in the back of his pick up truck and went back to his own house (no doubt, cussing me out along the way.)

The next day,  I returned to the nursery and carefully picked out the most fabulous and beauteous Christmas tree, for all to enjoy.

Please tell me that you or someone you know has returned a Christmas tree.

Lie if you must.

Do You Hear What I Hear?

{When the kids come home from college for the holidays }

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Said the husband to his little wife,

do you see what I see

way up in his room, little wife

do you see what I see

our child our child, back home from college

with a laundry pile as high as the sky

with a laundry pile as high as the sky

****

Said the little wife to her grumpy spouse,

do you hear what I hear

deafening through the house, it’s heavy metal,

do you hear what I hear

a noise a noise, psychedelic rock amplified

with a sound as loud as a sledge-hammer

with a sound as loud as a sledge-hammer

****

Said the husband to the mighty wife,

do you know what I know

in our peaceful palace – we are no more,

do you know what I know

our child, our child shivers in her room

and turns the heat up to 95

cuz she thinks we are made, of silver and gold

cuz she thinks we are made, of silver and gold

****

Said the ‘rents to their children loud and clear,

listen to what we say

listen to what we say

there are rules to follow, when you come back home,

the dirty dishes, they need to be washed

and the car is now out of gas

and the car is now out of gas

****

Said the wife loudly to her mighty King,

listen to what I say

the children, the children, will be leaving soon

it will bring us goodness and light

it will bring us goodness and light

*And the remote control will be ours again.

I wouldn’t trade it for the world!