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Last Sunday, for the first time in the 10 years that I have lived in America, I watched the entire Super Bowl 50, including the half-time shows, post game interviews, and the presentation of the Super Bowl Trophy.
I have to admit that I even found myself rooting for the Broncos over the Panthers, not because they are a better team–that I have no idea–but because I love the horse logo and the colors of the uniform. Continue reading “A Bowl of Americana”
The Election Season has officially begun and with it, the constant harassment from political candidates, regardless of party affiliation. Every time my home phone rings, I know that the caller is a campaign volunteer asking me for money and for my vote.
Last week, I decided to pick up the phone even though I tripped over one of my dogs and almost killed myself on the edge of the kitchen counter–my pups always stand by my feet while I serve their dinner.
Yesterday was my husband’s 56th birthday and he is definitely vintage, not for the number of years he has lived, but because he is–like a fine wine–the best produced in his year.
He is–I think–a hot stud and he would look a decade younger if his hair weren’t almost white. Nevertheless, the ladies like it and are hitting on him more than ever. But, I am not worried, and here is why. Continue reading “My “Vintage” Husband”
Last Friday my mother returned to our home country, Colombia, after a three-month visit. Needless to say, saying good bye was heartbreaking once again. However, this time the security line at the Orlando International Airport was so long that we didn’t have time to re-enact a scene out of a telenovela.
As much as we, the human members of our family, will miss my Mom–AKA Nana–my dogs are the ones in for a rude awakening. The moment she started packing her suitcases, I heard the following conversation between Rusty and Sasha:
Sasha: “Is Nana leaving yet?“
Rusty: “Don’t you see the suitcases, moron?“
Sasha: “Crap. No more meals or walks on time…“
Rusty: “Yep… Crazy Mom is back!” Continue reading ““We miss you, Nana””
Last Saturday was the biggest Powerball drawing in US history, reaching almost a staggering billion dollars. On Sunday morning, before I knew there were no winners, I didn’t want to see their faces on TV. Even though I consider myself a nice person, I probably would have punched them if I saw them on the street for having such luck.
Kidding aside–I have never punched anybody in my life–I imagined winning all this money for a second. “What would I do?” I asked myself. After short consideration, these are the first five things that came to mind: Continue reading “My Powerball”
So… we start a new year, and, after eating and drinking myself into a coma on New Year’s Eve–plus surviving a three day hangover–it is time to get down to business and tackle resolutions for 2016.
However, before I started writing this post, I read the wishes I made before midnight last Thursday. As long as I can remember, my mother and I have had this tradition of writing 12 wishes on a piece of paper, eating 12 grapes–one for each wish–and keeping them all year in our wallets.
It is such a simple, but meaningful tradition, that even my husband adopted it. Even though he makes fun of my “Colombian Witchcraft,” as he calls it—he makes up stories about me killing a chicken and marking the front door with its blood–now he is the first one to start writing his wishes right before midnight. Continue reading “Throw Away”
2015 is now hours away from its end. 40 posts, including this one, make me feel proud, because for the first time in many years, I defeated my tendency to procrastinate my goals. I recovered my youth’s dream and I see myself as a writer, now and forever.
Evidently, this would have never happened without you, my readers. Everyday, the stats of the website show me that somebody, out there in the world, is giving me a few minutes of his or her valuable time to read my stories. For that, I am deeply grateful and humbled.
Today, I am not posting a new column, but giving you the posts with the most views per category. If you don’t agree, feel free to write a comment or email me your choice info@xiomaraspadafora.com
Motherhood: First Day of School
Marriage: Happy Honey? Show me the money!
Women: Date Night
Dogs: Bad Haircut
I wish you the best the New Year 2016 may bring you. Cheers!
Xiomara Spadafora
Note: I posted this column on November 11. However, the theme is so relevant for Christmas–and I haven’t finished wrapping the presents –that I decided to post it again.
On November 4, I read on Twitter the story about a little puppy rescued after being thrown out of a moving car. I wish I could meet the person who did this and throw him inside an active volcano.
Although this story is unusual, rescue shelters all over the country are filled with dogs who have been abandoned by their owners when they move. I can’t help but wonder, what makes people do such terrible things? Are they even human? Continue reading “Dogs aren’t Toys”
Last Friday, a little Elf with sweet, mischievous eyes, arrived at our home while we were sleeping. We don’t know exactly how he made it here; all we know is that he likes to sit in high places, remain silent, and keep an eye on everybody.
The first time my son saw him, he was enchanted. I asked him to name him, and at first he chose Steve, but a few minutes later he changed it to Cheepee. I have to say, he is a great guest. He keeps to himself, doesn’t have to be entertained, doesn’t make messes–at least so far–, and hasn’t devoured anything in the fridge. Continue reading “Nosy Elf”
The Holiday Season has arrived and along with it, the extra pounds. I am sure that I will curse them a thousand times when I try to squeeze into my pants in January; it will be like packing an overstuffed suitcase.
Our office meeting room is already filled with boxes of multiple treats, all smothered in chocolate. I am afraid I will end up in the ER after ingesting a pencil or a whole puncher because they were covered in chocolate as well!
I can honestly say that I never think about giving candy or chocolate to people, unless is for an enemy–nothing amuses me more than the thought of people I dislike riding a supermarket scooter wearing a muu muu.
Good crazy woman 