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For a good two weeks now, I have been on a serious job hunt. I’ve applied everywhere that does not involve food and is related to my current field of web design. It’s really not that hard to find web/graphic design companies here in Florida, but to find a job opening is another story!

Even my current client is helping me! He called a few people he knew in the business and recommended me, which I highly appreciate. One company said that since I had just graduated from Winter Park Tech, that maybe the job would be to overwhelming. His website wasn’t that hard to figure out, but I guess since he thinks I’m new to the web design world, that I wouldn’t be able to handle it. It’s alright though, Mr. Pervis had other places (a lot actually) and I’m very great full for it. I just hope I get a call or email soon!

So yesterday I had a little scare with my cat Midnight. I had put him in the garage where his cat litter is so he could do his business. Usually I leave them (I have 2 cats) in there so they run around a bit, since it’s open space. Basically 20 minutes later…I go to the garage and open the door to let him back in, when no Midnight comes trotting back in I go into the garage calling his name. He is no where to be found and I start panicking. I go all around the house calling his name and looking through every nook and cranny in the house.  I decide to look back in the garage and notice that the drier is on, my first thought is that by an ODD mistake my mom was putting clothes in the drier and didn’t see him hop in and BOOM! So I open the drier door and franticly look through the clothes, still no Midnight. Then I think behind the drier and get this eerie feeling that I’m going to find a mangled body or something. Instead of finding that, I see a big round hole in the wall that leads to outside, basically its the hole where that alumna pipe/tail that comes from the drier and to the outside goes and its out of the hole socket.

At this point I’m scared because now I know he’s outside and there are a bunch of nasty street cats who just so happen to live in my backyard. So I go running out there, looking all crazy and what not, calling his name. I still don’t see Midnight and am just thinking the worst. After about 10 minutes of nothing I go back into the house in tears.

My mom is saying that I should wait outside that he would come back eventually. The thing is I’m scared because he doesn’t have his tags on him and doesn’t have a chip in him either, so if a animal catcher were to come around (which they do A LOT) and got Midnight well I would never know anything. So I’m sitting on the couch sobbing my eyes out and my other cat Miss Miss is there licking up my tears (she’s such a sweetheart and nasty…haha) when my father walks in. I tell him everything that happened and he goes outside to look for Midnight again himself and I follow. He goes to the backyard and calls out to him again and they walks to this little patch on the side of our house that leads into the “woods” (you can walk through them and get to the other side on the neighborhood) and guess who we find sitting there like nothing is wrong in the world? MIDNIGHT! Argh, I felt like hitting him…haha and no I don’t hit my babies.

So as I’m writing this, the bum himself is sleeping soundly on top of my desk. Whew, that was on crazy day…haha.

Till next time, or at least something interesting happens…haha. =)

Today my mother and I went to go see the new movie ‘El Cantante’ that stars Marc Anthony and Jennifer Lopez. The movie is a biopic on the legendary Salsa artist, Hector Lavoe (Marc Anthony). It is told from the point of view of his wife, Puchi (Jennifer Lopez) years after his death. Although I was only about 5 years old when he died (1993), I grew up listening to most of his songs with the Fania (famous New York/Puerto Rican record label) All Stars. So every time during the movie I would hear his songs, I would sing along.

During the making of this movie, there was much controversy and problems between family and friends of Hector. Many things in the movie were left out and a lot of people in Puerto Rico had problems with that. I heard that his family was angry about how they (directors, producers, and writers of the movie) had the focus more on his drug abuse then on his accomplishments during his lifetime. That’s where Puchi, his recently deiced wife, comes in. She wanted the movie to be told from how she saw it, the raw way. What not many people saw behind the closed doors, and I think she did an amazing job!

Both Marc Anthony and Jennifer Lopez did a remarkable job with this movie and if you are a latino or even a music lover, I highly recommend this movie to you.

What I love most about this whole story is that it adds on to stories I’ve heard since the day I was born. My mother grew up with most of those people in both Puerto Rico and New York. For the Latinos out there who know who Roberto Rohena/Roena is, well, he’s my mother’s cousin and another member of the Fania All Stars. He played with Hector Lavoe and all of those big time Newyoricans! It just gets me so excited to learn more about all of these legendary people and I’m so glad to be apart of it all, even if just a little bit. =)

YES, I got the car! I thank a million times to my father, aunt, and uncle for helping me with the payment and also my mother with the insurance! My family is the best. So basically all day today this was what I was doing. This is what my new Mustang looks like, only difference is that it’s red and doesn’t have leather seats (thank God). I didn’t want a 2005-2007 model because I think they’re ugly. I know it shouldn’t be just about looks, but my uncle looked over the car and said it was in great condition. Also it only has 71,000 miles on it! So its not so bad.
Ah, I love it! Now I just need to get a job in order to pay for it and pay gas…haha.

Argh, still posting up pages, they’re in “editing” mode so that’s why you aren’t able to see them yet. Since WP is a little different then normal HTML files, I had a lot to change. Also I wanted to clean up most of the pages.