Not letting this weather stop me from participating in #SpringJam. Just means I can’t wear my white dress & accessorize w/ a poncho.
LOVE this song! RT @AmandaOleson: I think it’s important we all take a hot minute for a #DanceParty! http://t.co/qC7K4Ji Pretty Girl Rock
23. A picture of your favorite book
So my last post said I’m really bad at math. But this post is about my favorite book, and I just want to preface this post by saying I really do love reading. I’ve always excelled at it; I think I started in preschool and never looked back. I remember having some big book from school and sitting in the bathroom while my mom was in the shower, reading to her. Ok that sounds really weird but c’mon, I was little and I was reading to my mom. During the school year, I’d hardly have time to read a leisure book. But once summer rolled around, I was in the library every week, checking out a stack of books. I adored the American Girl series, breezed through the Babysitters Club and graduated to chick lit with colorful covers— and yes, I do judge a book by its cover. My favorite thing to do in the summer was grab a good book, a floatie, and lounge in the pool and read. Until people started jumping in or splashing.
Anyways, that was my little sidenote. I’m probably cheating the system here, but my favorite book is the Harry Potter series. I LOVE HP. I didn’t get into them right away; my brother had gotten some of the books for his birthday, and one day I saw it laying around and started reading. I think I actually started on the second book. But right away, I was hooked. The way that JK Rowling is able to weave the storyline through seven books, engage the reader, keep you guessing and create such vivid images is fantastic. Sure, the movies help bring the stories to life, but ulitmately, the books trump the movies.
Another reason why I love the Harry Potter books? My entire family has read the series. Yep, all 7 of us. With the release of the last 4 books, I always went to the store as soon as it opened and spent the rest of the day reading. I read for hours on end. I read before bed, I read as soon as I woke up. Unless my mom creeped in my room and stole the book while I was sleeping. Then we would battle each other all day, trying to see who could read more. It took some convincing, but I got my brother David to read the series, and I loved it when he would text me to ask about what was going on or to talk about what was going on in the book.
Yeah, I’m a die-hard Harry Potter fan. I bought the books as soon as they were on sale, I read the last book in just over a day [and it’s over 900 pages I think] and I go to the midnight showing of the movies. I’m super excited but sad to see the series end in July with the final movie.
But ohemgee watch this trailer and try not to get pumped for this showdown. It’s going to be spectacular.
22. A picture of something you wish you were better at
I honestly wish I were better at math. It’s basically the family joke with my siblings, to ask me to help them with their math homework. I’ve struggles with math classes since the 7th grade. Although if I really thought about it, I’ve struggled with math since 1st grade, when I was in the “advanced” reading and math classes, and then got demoted in the math class. Part of why I struggle so much is that I simply don’t care nor do I like math. What it really comes down to is that I despise math, therefore I struggle with it. Sure, I can do basic stuff, but the more complicated stuff, when they add numbers and such? Dislike. Makes me want to vomit.
My four siblings are all super smart at math. And it makes me kind of sad; I wish I were better at math, I wish it wasn’t such a struggle for me. But then I realize that things like english and a foreign language come naturally for me, while it is a struggle for some of my siblings.That sometimes makes me feel better. But still, I really do wish I were better at math, that I could appreciate it and actually apply myself to learn more. For now, I’ll just rely on my calculator, one of my close friends.
21. A picture of something you wish you could forget
I see you driving ‘round town
With the boy I love and I’m like,
Oo, oo, ooo
And although there’s pain in my chest
I still wish you the best with a…
Oo, oo, ooo
I really try to live my life without regrets. Because where does regret get you? No where. Regrets are just a waste of time. So while I don’t regret this time in my life with this boy, I want to forget the feelings of insecurity, not being sure, the constant stress and not knowing when things would change- if things would ever change, having to be on my guard all the time [and guarding my Facebook- small towns talk, let me tell you], the frequent exchanges with my friends wondering whether I’m doing the ‘right’ thing or if I were simply wasting my time. [BTW, THANK YOU to my friends for always listening and offering advice, even if I didn’t always listen. Love you all, and you know who you are]. I want to forget many of the emotions, stress, tears, fears, jealousy, pain, memories and what I put not only myself through, and those who were undoubtably affected.
I don’t want to completely forget this experience in my life, because I truly learned a lot, and there were a lot of good times, including this picture at a Twins game, one of my favorite nights. But I often think of what life would have been like had I not put myself through this experience. I learned that there is nothing wrong with me, that it was a poorly timed situation, and one that I shouldn’t have let progress as long as it did.
I lived and I learned, and for that, I am grateful.
Sending very happy birthday wishes to @livinthedream4 & @futureadexec. Hope the rain doesn’t stop your celebrations :)
20. A picture of somewhere you’d love to travel
As mentioned in this post, I want to travel the world. But one place that I’m desperate to visit is Greece. And not just because Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 convinced me that I need to go there [ok maybe it did a teeny bit]. Regardless, Greece is somewhere that I’d love to travel to. Now, to find that sugar daddy to make it happen….
[I’m not sure how I feel about where I found this picture… and I’m too lazy to find a different one.]
19. A picture and a letter
What does this meeeeean? I have no clue.
But obviously, whenever I see the letter R anywhere, I generally take a picture with it. So when I was in LA for spring break back in my senior year of college, we went to some famous bowl/stadium. I can’t remember the name of the place, but it was sweet, and the sections were labeled with letters. Obviously I found the R and took a picture.
Ruby devoured this bone, and now she’s trying to find the perfect hiding spot. http://t.co/G0QSm6v
18. A picture of your biggest insecurity
I’m so insecure about my body. I mean seriously. I like to think that I hide it very well [my insecurity that is] and I tend to hide my body as well. I blame my mom for marrying a Mexican— I got all the Mexi genes, my sister’s got all the skinny genes from my mom’s side. Thanks mom. I’m not sure when, how or why I have this insecurity, but I do. I try to embrace what my momma gave me, shake it like a polaroid picture and be confident as much as I can, but there’s just some days that I’d rather wear a burlap sack and call it good.
So yeah, I’m basically your typical girl who is uber self conscious about her body image.
17. A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently
I guess the biggest thing to happen for me that has made a huge impact on my life is well full time employment. It’s a pretty sweet feeling. I have a steady schedule, full benefits, salary, paid time off and floating holidays… being employed is rather fantastic. It has also allowed me to do a lot of the things I want to do, like get my own apartment, go on vacation, attend a lot of sporting events, and basically afford my life. So yeah, employment has made a huge impact on my life.
#thingsthataretrue RT @cindyelizabeth: And I quote: “my life is empty without you.” - @REMedina
16. A picture of someone who inspires you
My parents inspire me. They influence a lot of my decisions, whether or not I ask for their opinion or thoughts [and usually, they still give me their opinion even if I don’t want it]. They have worked extremely hard to get to where they are now: a beautiful house that they built, a wonderful family of 5 healthy and active kids, good jobs, their health and happiness, and a few toys and pets thrown in the mix. I definitely get my work ethic from my dad; he’s the hardest working person I know, incredibly smart [he seriously knows something about everything] and also the most genuine person you’ll ever meet. My mom is someone who always gives and never asks for anything in return. She constantly puts my siblings and I ahead of herself, which any good parent will do, but my mom is always doing things for us and not doing enough for herself, at least in my opinion. She’s the kind of mom that when you’re a teenager, you think she’s totally lame, especially when your friends are all “your mom is soooo cool.” She’s pretty cool. My parents have been married for 26 years; that might not sound like a lot, but these days, that’s a feat. And they still enjoy each other’s company!
I’ve watched both of my parents climb the ladder in their respective careers; my dad has been with his company for well over 30 years, working his way up to his current position. He’s dealt with a lot of struggles within the company, left for a short time, and came back. When his coworkers ask for his help, it might be inconvenient, but my dad always steps up. Despite cutbacks and being forced to take days off without pay, my dad continues to work hard and be the best employee he can be. My mom went back to work when my youngest sister was in kindergarten, after being home with us kids for at least 10 years. It’s great to see my mom be passionate about her work- she’s a paraprofessional at a local elementary school. She’s been going to a lot of training sessions for her job, learning sign language [which she loves to teach us what she’s learned and thinks our dog can understand her], and despite budget cuts at school, she stays positive and keeps her head up. The thing that really gets me is that neither of my parents went to college yet they are successful in their respective careers. It shows me that college isn’t the one thing you need to have a successful career. That doesn’t stop them from demanding that my siblings and I all go to college- 4 out of the 5 of us are in college/graduated already.
I often say that I am my mother’s daughter: I’m outgoing, outspoken, love to have a good time and really enjoy beer :) But I’m also my father’s daughter: I’m horribly stubborn, work hard, and inherited the Mexican ahhh… assets. My parents inspire me to be a good person, to help my family and friends whenever I can, to work hard for what I want. I strive to be someone they can be proud of and brag about to their friends and family. I also hope that I can have a marriage like theirs one day; they are fantastic examples of the kind of life I would like for myself.