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ABOUT ME: Sweet’n’Sporty

Yup, I’m also that girl, the one that can shut a guy silent about sports. It’s not that I consider myself ESPN anchor material, but I do know my way around. It all started with one movie, Angels in the Outfield, I can’t even remember how many times I’ve watched it (I own the DVD) but yes, call me waterworks, it still makes me all emotional. And then there was my grandpa, Papa Toño, he was a walking encyclopedia, he knew every date and detail about any sport (and let’s be honest, about everything else). He witnessed countless World Series games, a few Super Bowls and of course, hundreds of boxing matches. He didn’t drink, he didn’t gamble, he didn’t smoke, but if there was a big match in Vegas, he was always first in line. He was the one who triggered my passion for  baseball and thanks to him, I have been in love for a while now…. with one team, my Yankees. I have a NYY cap collection, my jersey and manager bomber. I have my scores app in both iPhone and Blackberry.  I cried the first time I saw Yankee Stadium in the flesh (picture below shows you what I’m talking about). I cry every time they win or lose a key game (by now, I assume that you have figured out that crying is almost like a sport to me). Thanks to time zones, I often watch the games on streaming at 4 am (I can’t even begin to imagine what my neighbors thought was happening to me, almost three years ago, when I sobbed like a child over my Bombers winning the World Series at 5 am, while I spoke to my momma on the phone). The ultimate fan proof? Crying through Jorge Posada’s retirement press conference, yes, that actually happened a few days ago and I cried more than Jorge himself.

The happiest moment of my life (seriously)

Now that we have stated my undying love for the Yankees, I have another one, soccer. It is my bigger sister who is responsible for that. When we were little, she loved basketball (she still does). It was the Chicago Bulls era, when the Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen and Denis Rodman dynasty was on fire. My sister used to watch every single game on TV, she was barely 11 years old. I liked basketball because she did. She bought Michael Jordan posters, I bought Dennis Rodman posters. She watched a game, I watched the game (it’s a little sister thing).  Same thing happened with soccer. She was into the italian league, so was I. She started collecting the World Cup sticker albums, so did I. And then it wasn’t anymore about imitating her every move, it was about sharing one passion. We have joined fantasy football leagues, we have watched many games in her bedroom and we both love Inter (she loved it first). One thing that’s definitely on our bucket list is to go to the Giuseppe Meazza stadium together. My second best memory, witnessing the madness in Piazza Duomo when Inter took the Campions League title (just in case you were wondering, I also cried).

Internazionale FC vs FC Bayern München, Piazza Duomo, Milano 2010

Last but not least, I do not know a lot about Rugby, I am still learning. But when you fall in love with a player, you gotta love the game as well.

A confession: I do have my girly moments, I like the golden and tight, tights the New Orleans Saints wear, even though I know nothing about NFL. It’s sexy and manly when the New Zealand All Blacks perform the Haka. I even get jealous every time A-Rod parades himself around with his blonde slut du jour.

Now you know more about me, a lot more about me. Hope you enjoyed it. I wish you a lovely weekend!

Sweet kisses…

Illustrations: Ana Sofía Alanis

All texts are written by me, PLAGIARISM is not cool

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ABOUT ME: The lady in the old pajamas

It’s Fun Friday my sweet readers, so let’s have fun today! Last post I wrote about me, I confessed to you my obsession with the Old West. Well, it’s time to spill the beans once again. I would love to tell you that the chick in the cute pajama set from Barney’s and the cute knee high socks is a reproduction of how I usually look when I get ready for bed, after all, a girl who works in fashion has to look stylish even in her pajamas right? Sadly, Exhibit A is not my case. I’m more of an Exhibit B kind of girl (that’s an actual portrait of one of my goodnight ensembles). It’s not that I don’t own decent sleepwear (in fact, there are several garments inside one of my drawers), it’s just that I like to stick with what gives me comfort.

So yes, what you see in Exhibit B is how I walk around my home at nights. That’s not the worst thing about it, I have another confession to make. Ready for it? That pajama top belongs to a set my mother gave me as a birthday present 10 years ago, the brown spots are actually squirrels with phrases like “I love acorns” written all over. The bottoms, also 10 years old, were from another b-day set from Momma (oh yeah, that year Momma loved lavishing me with PJs, now she’s into technology). The slipper boots are from H&M (the cushion sole is all worn out, it’s barely there) and the robe, well that robe was bought by my mommy for my first sleepover, I was twelve.

In conclusion: I am the lady in the old pajamas, or a hobo with a home. One of my new year’s resolutions, turn myself into Exhibit A and learn to love new pajamas as much as I love new shoes.

Hope you enojyed this quick flash about me!

Party hard, sweet kisses…

Illustrations: Ana Sofia Alanis

All texts are written by me, PLAGIARISM is not cool…


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ABOUT ME: Sweet’n’Western

Good day my sweet readers! We are reaching the end of 2011 and as we approach 2012, Sweet’n’Raw is also two months away from its first anniversary! As we speak, I am still in a state of complete relaxation with my family at my beloved Acapulco. And while I am baking some New Year’s Eve posts in my sweet, sweet oven, I thought I’d give you something simple, a little bit more about me.

Call me “THE LADY”

To anyone that’s familiar with the whole Western genre, you will have no problem understanding what my nickname is all about. It’s been a long, long time since my affair with the Old American West started. I can’t even remeber how long it has been, all I can remember is I was still young enough to play dress-up.

It all began with one film, The Quick and the Death. Remeber Sharon Stone as the cool, cowgirl outlaw looking to avenge the death of her father? Remeber Leonardo DiCaprio as the cute, flirty and neglected son of the evil town mayor, John Herod, played by movie legend Gene Hackman? How about Rusell Crowe’s preacher? Well people, I used to play that movie over and over, first with my VHS cassette, then I managed to purchase the DVD. About the dress-up part, I pretended I was Ellen “The Lady” (Sharon Stone’s character), I even dressed the part with a pair of my dad’s cowboy boots and a suede jacket, I borrowed the plastic gun from my little brother’s toy drawer.

Then came the TV rerun marathon. It was a five hour extravaganza starting with Ben Cartwright and his three sons, Adam, Hoss and hunk-a-licious Joe (at the time I used to watch that show he was probably older than my father but in the show he was cute as a button) in Bonanza, followed by Michael Ingalls drama fueled series, Little House on the Prairie, then Dr. Quinn the Medicine Woman (I hated Sully, I loved Matt), Paradise and last but not least, The Adventures of Brisco County Jr.

I could go on like this for hours, but it wouldn’t be fair nor interesting for me to describe to you how I found love when I found Lonsome Dove or how pissed off I was when I learned that Deadwood would not have a thrid season. I still have a soft spot for Western, what can I say, it-s one of my life’s guilty pleasures.

And this is the story on how Sweet Sophie has always had a cowgirl inside her. After all, boots were made for walking…

Sweet kisses…

Illustration by Ana Sofia Alanis

All texts are written by me, PLAGIARISM is not cool




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