June 28, 2011

Congratulation Baby Sister

Last Thursday was my baby sister's High School graduation. She's not a baby, she's 18 but since I got to change her diapers I have the right to call her my baby sister.

She chose me as her mentor and during the graduation I got to walk with her in the processional and also received a beautiful letter, a medal and a flower. I almost cried. She requested I not so I held it back. It was very surreal to walk the same path I took 11 years prior with her. She's out in the world now. She will have college and a life to start. When I see her I feel almost parent like. Almost. I know maybe I could play the cool older sister part but, 11 years is a long time and a whole generation later. I want to protect her and guide her and make her make the right decisions. But I know that it's up to her now.

So baby sister, I promise to always be here for you . No matter what, when, where or who. I'm so proud of you.


June 26, 2011

Happy Father's Day

I was blessed with the best Dad. I'm not just saying that. He really is a great human being. I have felt loved and cared for since the day I was born and I know that as long as I can feel I will feel that way. I also know that if I'm craving a cheeseburger at 1am I can probably talk him into going to get one for me. So why is this post one week late? I know Last Sunday was Father's day and we celebrated, it's not like I forgot or anything. It's late because I finally found this photo:

I looked and I looked. But alas I could not find it last week. I knew it was in my room somewhere. The photo I so dearly cherish. It's a photo of my dad holding me while standing in line for a ride at Disneyland. Why this photo? Because it's my favorite of me and him. It was from my first trip to Disneyland. I think we are in line for Star Tours. It's not the best looking photo of us. My dad is making a weird face and I'm sun burned but there is just something about this photo. It's so real to me like a memory come to life. I felt so special that day. Just me and my parents, walking around Disneyland in my six year old glory. It was 1987 and I was basking is the August heat and believing my dreams were coming true. I hadn't seen my Dad for a year prior because he moved here from Guatemala. This Disney trip was a few months after my Mom and I moved here too. My Dad kept doting on me that day (like most days anyway) but there was just something about this trip that made him proud to be there with his family and having a day off from working to just laugh and play with his daughter.

Little did he know that he would be the doting Daddy of two more little girls. So even though this is late, but it doesn't matter anyway because really just about everything on this blog gets posted late and celebrations like these should be had more than once a year, Happy Father's Day Daddy.


June 23, 2011

That's My Jam: Dog Days are Over by Florence and The Machine

A few week ago I got the following text:
G: Want to go to a Florence and the machine concert?

I love this song. It make me happy and smile and also want to take of running. G won free ticket to her show at the Greek Theater so of we went. Neither one of us was familiar with all her music beyond this one song but, hey they were free tickets. Parking at that place sucks by the way.

Between my vest and G's plaid shirt we looked like we came straight from the 70s.

We really should carry around a camera, iPhone photos sometime just don't cut it.

It was a fun night for us. We like the show even though the rest of her music we found to be too the same. She has an A-mazing voice though. I think my favorite parts of the evening were the food...

and when she finally performed my jam..

but mostly spending time with G...


June 21, 2011

First Day of Summer

So last post I whined about how there was no sun and how sad my floppy hat felt about not being used. Yes, I just realized how crazy that sounds so pretend you didn't read that.... Then this weekend Mother Nature heard my plea. We had some sun!! Unfortunately there was no fun in the sun enjoyment for me, busy gal. Maybe because of this or maybe because that's just how the weather is...maybe, come Monday morning it was back to gloominess.

So today, the official first day of Summer I though for sure there would be some sun. I woke up opened my blinds and...No. No sun. Just ugly grey and chilly wind. I went to work angry in about 4 layers of clothes. I may have been feeling dramatic and overdressed, maybe.But around lunch time I went outside and what do you know...SUN. Bright, beautiful, warm sun.

Even my necklace was not in a happy mood at first...but that was fixed.

Alright, too much blogging about the weather...


June 17, 2011

June Gloom Go Away!

It's the middle of June and the Sun has yet to make an appearance this month. It's really starting to get to me. I want it to be summer already, hot summer. Beach worthy summer. Sun dress worthy summer. Summer nights are some of my favorite things in life. The shade of night with the heat from the day... not having to wear sweater or jackets or boots. I live in Southern California for crying out loud! This weather has me in a funky mood. Until I saw these photos...
 Back in Sunny May (go figure) I was taking some random photos in my front yard when my mom decided that I "looked pretty" and wanted to take photos with me.  Or what I like to call "give me something to put on my Facebook." Yes, my Mother is a Facebook user. A very, very avid Facebook user...

I wasn't feeling photo ready and my hair was a mess so I reached in and grabbed this hat I bought the previous day. It looks a little silly here but I love this hat. I'm just waiting for the sun to come back so I can give it a proper wear. 

Not really sure what was so funny in this photo but I really like it. It makes me laugh. I think she was trying to fix my hair and I was trying to let her know not to push her luck, she already had managed to get me to agree to this impromptu session.  Then my Dad wanted to take more photos, he was feeling cool behind the lens...

Nice camera work Dad. Well, these last two were courtesy of photo editing by yours truly.  I can't wait for some sun... One a side note, I am obsessed with these Seychelles Wedges they are super comfy and also the pattern on the dress. I really need some vitamin D. No, seriously like I am vitamin D deficient right now. So dear June Gloom go away, and Sun come out please. Pretty please?


June 15, 2011

Guest Post: Doris

June's Guest Post... My ♥cousin Doris♥:

Ok, so I’m about to find out how well I write LOL, I never did this before but I’ll try to do my best…
I wasn’t really sure what to write about, but after thinking and thinking I decided to write about a little part of my life...After all, I always told myself I could write a whole novela (Spanish soap opera) with all the things I’ve been through, but I wouldn’t finish today so I’ll just tell you a small part of it. The chapter that affected my life the most. I’ll call it…

“A journey  to be humble”
For the ones who don’t know me, I met Marisol maybe a week after I came to United States, about 9 years ago. She has been one of the most important people in my life since the beginning, she’s not only my cousin but one of my best friends, the one who was asked to take me out and wasn’t even sure why but did it anyway and that’s how we found out we had so much in common. That day we went out made me feel a lot better, because for some reason I had it in my head that living here was going to be the worst thing ever, without my friends…yes, with my family but without my friends... a very important part of my life.
Me and Marisol
 Coming to this country made me a totally different person, a whole new person was born through the experiences over the years. We had difficult situations as a family in Guatemala like everybody else does. Kind of like a roller coaster sometimes up, sometimes down but somehow we always knew we would make it. However, moving to this country became a totally different level of difficulty. Here is where I completely understood people that usually do what are considered “lower class jobs.” That’s what I used to think of them before. The lady that used to clean our house, the one that used to iron all our clothes even the guy that used to the garden or the one that washed our cars; I guess for a while we had it easier than other people in Guatemala. I know you hear Guatemala and people wonder if we even have phones down there or get amazed when they hear we have cable!! Yeah, believe it or not I’ve found some people like that. Anyway, It’s a city just like this one, there’s a lot more crime and violence down there but about the same stuff we have here. I really thought I was a humble person, but I wasn’t even close to being the person I thought I was. Everything turned upside down from one day to the next. Our economic situation was suddenly not that good anymore due to my dad losing his job. Next I hear my Mom talking about coming to United States. First I thought we’ll get through this, like we always did, but I guess my parents knew this time was going to be different since they wanted us to finish school and keep our house and none of it was getting any cheaper down there. So my Mom bought the ticket. My uncle had come already a year before so my Mom felt some comfort knowing there would be someone waiting for her, and there she went. I just remember I cried myself to sleep that night thinking how I was going to survive without her being with me.
My Mom and Dad.
 My dad stayed with us, he got another job where he was making a lot less and it just wasn’t the same anymore. I was left with my Mom’s responsibilities, a big, big load on my shoulders since I wasn’t used to any of that, like the cooking, the washing, and a lot more stuff that Moms usually do. Here is the part where I appreciated my Mom the most  and didn’t really know how much she did for us until she was gone. This part gets me very emotional, because I can’t really explain how much I missed her in words. Four months later my Dad decided to leave to help out my Mom, and so my two brothers and I stayed by ourselves...very hard by the way since my brothers were in their teenage years and believe me that it’s a hard thing to handle when parents are not close. I had to mature from one day to another, not that I wasn’t mature enough for my age, but this was a whole new level of maturity, to be able to handle all the stuff I had in my hands, we were alone for a whole year and so I used to think it was the worst year ever. Every day I woke up wondering what’s going to go wrong today?? Struggle with money every month, crashing with a motorcyclist on my birthday!! Yes on my birthday! Really bad by the way, but I didn’t kill him so I guess that was something good. Fights with my brother because I started acting like a “Mom”, the car braking down almost every month…really, going through the day wasn’t an easy task. Thankfully, God always put people around me that gave me emotional support and helped me go through that very rough year even though I really didn’t want to come to USA I couldn’t wait to be with my parents again. 

Now I turn back and see that this experience made me stronger (I thought this picture would describe it LOL), it taught me that nothing lasts eternally, like you feel it will and to appreciate the parents God gave you. The time finally came to get on a plane and move to the US. I was kind of sad since I was leaving everything behind, I only took a suitcase that looked like it was about to explode since I tried to fit all my stuff in it.  I was sad because I was leaving important people in my life, friends and family; but the happiness over passed the sadness knowing that I was going to see my parents again. When I saw everything here for the first time, everything looked so big; I loved the new smell in the air, weird huh? But I’m sure anybody can totally tell there is a different smell on the stuff here when you come for the first time… I got to the house where my parents where living and when they opened the door an explosion of feelings and emotions crashed into me I didn’t know if I should cry or laugh but I ended up doing both. I couldn’t wait to tell my Mom how hard it was to not have her by mi side, even though we used to talk on the phone often it wasn’t the same, I hugged her as tight as I could and didn’t want to let go the same with my dad. Little did I know that this was only the beginning of a journey, a long, long journey that took me from cleaning houses, something I never thought I would ever had to do to finding  out my dad had a part time job in a car wash, something that was very hard for me to accept since I always saw my dad as the boss or working in a suit, to helping my Mom take care of a baby with brain damage that showed me how blessed and lucky we are to be alive and be able to walk, talk and do everything we do and take for granted sometimes, to struggling with the culture shock and not being able to communicate since it took me some time to feel confident speaking English. 
With my brothers on my wedding day.

Seeing my brothers work in warehouses getting as dirty and tired as a person can get lifting heavy boxes loading trucks. Here is where I used to cry the most because I never wanted to see them like that, the worst thing to deal with on top of everything was being illegal and having to lie or hide like if you’re a criminal, there was so many times my stomach ate itself from being so nervous thinking “they’re probably will find out I’m not legal” but just kept praying to be able to be strong and have the peace I so much needed. Here is also where I got closer to God, he was the only one to give me the strength and the hope I needed to continue this hard journey.  I got my first job all thanks to my cousin, Yessenia, who by the way told me something I won’t ever forget and has taken me far “You won’t lose anything by trying, the worst thing they can tell you is NO.” Also, the help of Marisol, who by the way helped me a lot when I answered the phone and didn’t understand a word they were saying and of course thanks to God cause I wouldn’t be able to do anything if he wouldn’t open the doors for me. I worked there like a year and a half but the company wasn’t doing too good witch by the way brings back a lot of memories when it was time to cash our checks LOL, right Maso? Just when I was about to give up on that job, God once again opened doors, in the form of a phone number and a call for a new and better job for me and my brother, and that’s how we started going up the ladder still struggling sometimes but not as much as before and always seeing God’s hands in all we did. We are some of the lucky ones that were able to fix our legal situation here too. 
With my Husband.
This is just a little bit of my journey, a journey that made me the person I’m now. I appreciate everything I have more, now I know that it doesn’t matter what kind of job you do, you are no different than anybody else and it made me a lot stronger, even more than I thought I was. Now, I have the family I always knew I wanted but my dreams didn’t even get close to what I have now. I found the man of my dreams, of course being from different cultures made it difficult in the beginning but somehow we make it work with God’s help of course and two beautiful little girls that make my day every time I see them smile. So yes, life is hard sometimes but there is hope, nothing lasts forever that’s is why we should enjoy every minute and learn as much as we can from difficult situations because I’m sure whatever we learn becomes a tool in the future.


June 13, 2011

Over The Weekend: Showers and Shows and Sushi

It finally happened! The Tea Party Bridal Shower finally came...and went. (I will share more about the shower in a later post this week and this coming Saturday is time for the Bachelorette Party) After the Bridal Shower it was time to clean up and relax. G and I went to check out an artist play in Old Town Pasadena, check out the one of the songs I liked below. Claudia and Manny (bride and groom) came with us. It was a cool night and a relaxed show. A little crowded so we couldn't see that state much but it was still fun. We ended the nigh with dinner at a Sushi place... Sushi..... mmmm... *snap* back to blog! Sorry about that. We were also intrigued by this giant statue, there may or may not have been some inappropriate touching of said statue.

Sunday was a lazy day. Nothing exciting...not even a pictures worth... I was bummed because I though "I'm ten pounds heavier than I was this time last year" According to my new plan to get fit and fitness changes this was not supposed to happen. I also used a freight scale, right after lunch so accuracy was probably not at it's best. All this was confirmed in my Dr visit today. Turns out I'm only 4 pound heavier. Well, I definitely worked out more than I did last year so still not sure what those 4 pounds are... lets just say they are all muscle! You can't see it but I'm flexing over here.


June 3, 2011

Movie Review: Bridesmaids

I went to see this movies with my fellow bridesmaids and BFF Bride recently, and by recently I mean a few weeks ago. I though it would be fun to watch since it's almost time for the wedding...

I had heard positive reviews and how super funny it was, like a female "The Hangover" and blah blah blah. It sounded like it was getting over hyped. I was hoping the movie wasn't just a bunch of women behaving raunchy and trying to make a movie like the boys. So walking in my expectation were low. Honestly....I loved it. Freaking Hilarious! I was laughing the entire time. 

Now for my official review which is always weeks after said movie is out and is based on a criteria I completely made up in this review of The Town and I may or may not change it for this post because again, I just made it up. Here goes:

I loved all the leading ladies in this movie, they all did a great job. I think my favorite was Melissa McCarthy just because I have never seen her play that type of role and she did it so well. Kristen Wiig was Kristen Wiig, I loved her but I feel a little bit of a typecast coming on. It's like Vince Vaughn, you see him in one movie it's like you've seen him in all his movies, still really, super funny though. The leading guy in the movie was weird though. He did a good job but something about him was just off for me, I can't even explain it. 

Girl asks her BFF to be her Maid of Honor, Maid of Honor does not have her life together at all and feels like she is loosing her BFF to new Frenemy that has everything going for her. Maid of Honor looses it as her life starts to spiral out of control and so hilarity ensues. Heartwarming ending where all ends well.  It was a really fun story. A little typical chick flick but the humor was so great that it can be overlooked, but not super chick flick-y that men will run away. Don't you love how technical I am?

You will not be bored, I promise. You will be laughing the entire time. Women will relate, specially if you have ever been a bridesmaid, maid of honor or ever had to fight for your bff. Men, you will just laugh, trust me.

FAVORITE SCENE: The wedding dress shop disaster.

FAVORITE LINE: "It's happening...it happened" and "What kind of name is Stove anyway?" and " Female fight club. We grease up - surprise! Beat the crap out of her."

OVERALL: A+ Go watch it, it's worth the $11.25 or whatever your local theater charges these days.


June 2, 2011

My Jam: Lights by Ellie Goulding

You know when you find a song and you just keep playing it over and over...and over.... That's when the phrase "That's my Jam" rolls our. I keep playing this song over and over....and over....

It's not the same like when you have a song stuck in your head, that just gets annoying. This I enjoy.


June 1, 2011

Guest Post: Meri

Forget that it's June first and pretend that it's May, any day in May. Good, now that you are pretending let's move on...It's time for May's Guest Post!! I should have really called these Friend Posts. Meet, Meri. She has literally saved my life. She's a nurse and I have no shame in asking "Hey, I have this weird pain on my side.." She just asks for my symptoms and saves my life. We met while working at a restaurant together and were always getting in trouble for chatting too much lol...Anywhoo here's Meri:

There’s drama in the hospital almost everyday.  They range from sad, dumb, silly to inspiring.  Working in the ICU most stories aren’t light enough to be told to others. But some are just strange and can be shared.  Here are some of my top picks of memorable stories to tell. 

“Her Babies”
We had a psych patient that had two tumors on her right breast.  Most people will see the doctor when a tumor is about the size of a pea.  Not if it’s a total psychiatric patient.  They let their tumors grow.  In fact to the size of a head: each.  We had to joke that if we put a camera on it, it will do face recognition.  The surgeons were happy to incise them both.  After surgery she expressed that she missed her “babies.”  

“Flirtatious larvae man”
Yes. Larvae.  Apparently he had some raw food to eat (suspect: ceviche) and the parasite traveled up from his gut to his brain and settled there and had a larvae.  CT scan proved a cocoon hanging out in his head right at the base of his skull.  We were all just so grossed out.  And he had to be flirtatious.   I mean the guy. was. flirtatious.  Smiling, moving flirtily, he acted like he was supposed to be hot.  No one was flattered but we had to watch for his neurological status for a day in the ICU- which meant we had to occasionally talk to him.    

“Fire in the vending machine room” 
One day when I worked in the ER, I was sitting in the triage area when there was a PA overhead for code red. (Code Red=Fire) “Code red triage vending machine room.”  None of us had known that there’s a fire!?  We walked less than 30 feet from us to the vending machine room to find a homeless guy who felt “cold” (it was winter) heat his socks in the microwave.  It caused his sock to burn which made a cloud of smoke that created a whole fire drill throughout the hospital. 

“Liver transplants for sale”
Sometimes we get random calls.  One caller asked if we do liver transplants. I put the caller on hold and asked my very sarcastic boss who was standing nearby for the right answer.  Her answer was, “Well we don’t but they do across the street I think at 7-eleven.  In fact, they could probably use their gift card.  Do they also want a heart too? It might be on sale.”  She’s an intense woman.  I simply told the caller “no, we don’t.”

“The 900#er” 
The 900 pound guy that was fork lifted from his home in his own bed to be admitted.  My work called me to take this assignment for a patient in the ER.  He belonged to the ICU instead of the ER but he wouldn’t fit in the elevator to get to the upper floors of the ICU so they were looking for a nurse to come down to where he was at. He also needed a CT scan to further diagnose him but he wouldn’t fit there either.  If he really needed it we would air lift him to LA zoo.  During his stay he laid in his own bed (because we don’t have beds big enough.) He died in the ER a few days later.  When he died he would not fit in the morgue; they couldn’t bury him because there were no caskets big enough, the family had to make many alternate arrangements.  A sad perspective that people don’t really hear about. 

OK, something lighter:

“Our Frequent flyer”
About once a month this homeless guy comes in.  And like clockwork he’ll come in at 8am.  His complaints are always like stomach ache, headache etc.  We check his vitals.  (Nothing is ever wrong.)  9:00 he complains that he’s tired of waiting for the doctor.  10:00 comes around and he insists that he’s hungry and we’ll give him a sack lunch.  11:00 He watches TV. 12:00 He’ll ask to use our shower in the back room then puts on his new (used, donated) clothes and shoes.  1:00 we call him to check his vitals and he would be nowhere to be seen.  This is his routine. Always.  
“Fulfilling Life”
Not all of them are crazy, although they might sound like it at first.  I took care of a guy about 64 years old.  He fell (no one knows how) and hit his head which created an irreparable bleed.  The bleed was so large we knew he wouldn’t make it.  But the 3 days I took care of him I found out more and more about his family.  The first day I found out that he had SO MANY family members!    They came through to see him.  All so very nice and kind despite their hardship.  And they all told me what a wonderful man he was.  Even with their graciousness I went home to tell my boyfriend with a slight judgmental eye that the world can’t sustain that kind of population growth.  That’s way too many kids from two people. Day 2 he had more family visitations where I found out that he had a total of 52 grandchildren!  This was mind boggling for me.  Day 3 my judgment was proven to be wrong.  I found out that he didn’t in fact HAVE 20 children but he had ADOPTED most of them.  Church and his faith must have told him to give to people as much as he could.  The family showed that he was a giving man and he was deeply loved.  Despite his family’s prayers for a miracle he passed away. At 0008 o’clock on his very birthday.  It seemed like God gave him just enough time to let his family say good-bye.
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