DIY bar cart transformation

I’ve never had much luck finding treasures in the trash, but the other night as I was getting home I found what looked to be a bar cart in perfect condition! I couldn’t believe it so I immediately hauled it upstairs and got to cleaning. I did some major disinfecting with some Clorox -because people are gross. Now, this baby looks brand spanking new! Read More


summer is coming.

I know, I know. I haven’t written a blog post in FOR-EH-VERRRR, but I have valid reasons for this. Up until about two weeks ago all I could think about was when pesky winter would go away forever so that I could finally do hoodrat stuff with mah frandz (jk). I had minimal motivation & although weird & crazy shiet happens to me daily, I haven’t shared it because I’m selfish. But you guys! This weekend WAS IT. It’s gone. Like, for good. WINTER IS GONE! Read More

go home winter, you’re drunk.

As mentioned in my previous post, I have a deep disgust for snow. Sunday night, however, the universe decided it would only be appropriate if, on the anniversary of my first year in Chicago, I would slip on a big pile of ice and fall down the stairs. Read More



The day before Thanksgiving I had a meltdown. Not because I’d be away from home for the holiday or anything, but because once again I could just feel the weight of the world coming down on me. Read More


mornings are rough.

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, but for the most part, things have been running smoothly. Today, however, that lovely streak came to an end. Summer is long gone, Fall came and went in the blink of an eye, and as far as I’m concerned we are in the middle of a Polar Vortex in mid-November. Read More


it’s the little things.

Lately a lot of people have asked me what I miss most about Miami & my answer always consists of mainly, “the weather, duh.” But each time I’m asked, it makes me really think about what I genuinely miss. I’ve never been the type to feel homesick so it’s hard for me to come up with a serious answer, but recently it finally hit me -like a ton of bricks while driving through the snow on I-90.

For two weeks I drove to work because quite honestly, I missed traffic. I miss sitting in traffic, yelling at people in Spanish to get out of my way. I miss using my hands to yell, “GOOO GUYYY” & “SERIOUSLY BRO?!” and other offensive things I won’t spell out here in case my parents read this. But I do. I miss driving around in my car listening to ghetto ass music on 103.5 in the morning, cause that was my shit and that’s how I liked to start my day.

I miss Publix because no matter what anyone tells you, no other grocery store in the world could ever compare –ever.

I miss having the option to buy churros or water from the viejitos on the street because now that I can’t, I want these things all the time.

I miss not thinking about what I was going to wear each day cause the temperature would never reach below 75 degrees. I miss not even knowing where my weather app was on my phone because I had no use for it. Today, I check it more than I check Facebook and it always makes me angry when I do. Every. Damn. Time.

I miss seeing my legs, because now I can only wear pants.

I miss that feeling of the sun burning my skin through my car window while driving.

I miss seeing a box full of croquetas on Sunday mornings and having pan con bistec for dinner. It makes me sad not knowing when I will ever taste either one of those things again.

I miss the unlimited amounts of Vita Coco I could drink while working at SpinHouse, cause now I never want to actually pay for it.

I miss lounging at the Shore Club with a drink in my hand and being able to float around with tourists who would come vacation in my backyard.

I miss never having to worry about parking, because not having a secured spot in your neighborhood causes an immense amount of anxiety.

I miss going to Flanny’s (in Hialeah, obvi) at whatever time of the day or night for the most delicious chicken philly on the planet and the cheapest drinks after 9 p.m.

I miss the feeling of a warm breeze on my skin and the sweet, salty smell of the ocean. I never thought I could live somewhere that didn’t have these things but here I am, buying mango scented candles so that my tropical ass can feel some sort of normalcy –but it doesn’t work.

Recently, I was flipping through the radio stations on my way home I landed on a station that was playing my favorite salsa song EVER! It almost made me cry of happiness like Pharrell during his interview with Oprah. I just wanted to jump out of my car and bust into a rueda with myself in the middle of the snow.

So for everyone wondering, those are the things that I miss.