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A Trip to Our Local Museum: IMAS

25 Aug
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Please Vote: Summer Nature Photo Contest

12 Aug

Hey guys!  I know I haven’t posted anything in a while…summer has kept me busy…vacation, summer photo contest, and an awesome promotion at work.  Nonetheless, I am back and asking for your support.  I previously posted something in regards to a summer nature photo contest my son entered.  This is the photo that was chosen as a contender.  I am hoping most, if not all of you, have facebook so you can go to the following link https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=558934994168769&set=a.558933164168952.1073741828.454120927983510&type=1&theater and hit LIKE to vote for his photo to win.  Thank you so much and I appreciate all your support! 😀

A Day at the Beach 07/14/13

15 Jul

I Need To Lose Weight and My Daughter is Brutally Honest

13 Jul

fat lady

I love to say that I have the best kids in the world, and I do, but sometimes they can seriously be brutally honest, and many times it is in the most unexpected places or at unimagined times.  Parents, I’m sure  you know what I’m talking about, when your kids blurt out in public that you farted, or say something awkward at family gatherings.  Sometimes though, it is in the comfort of your own home, yes, comfort, but your little terrors turn it into anything but comfort.  Most recently my 5 year old enlightened me on two different facts.  Here is what I am referring to.

This past week I had my younger sister staying with me so that my kids can stay home in place of going to daycare.  Being the great hostess that I am I offered my little sister my bedroom to sleep in, which meant I had to sleep on a small, rather unforgiving twin bed, while my sister enjoyed my plush, memory foam, queen-sized bed.  Our little house was built many years ago so the floor plan is a little odd.  The only restroom in our house is situated next to my daughters’ bedroom so that you have to go through my bedroom, then my daughters’ bedroom in order to get to the bathroom-I have a point, I promise.  Okay, so earlier this week I had just finished taking a wonderful and steamy shower, getting ready to go to hell (this is in reference to my job) and I stepped out into my daughters’ room to get dressed (I hate getting dressed in the restroom, it’s too hot and sticky in there).   I was going on about my business, fully naked, beginning to dress myself, when out of nowhere I heard a rather deep and raspy, yet sweetly innocent voice say, “Remember mommy, you have two bellies”.  After recovering from a slight heart attack due to an unsuspecting voice too early in the morning, I turned to my 5 year old, and saw two small, stubby fingers being held up.  She re-uttered, “Two bellies mommy, two”.  Even though I felt a slight pang in my heart I mustered up the strength to laugh and try to argue in my defense that I had one belly shaped in two.  Nope, this eerily smart 5 year old was not buying it.  I was defeated.  Hence I learned two things that day…I have an extremely honest and blunt 5 year old, and I seriously need to lose weight if my 5 year old is able to see in darkness the shape of her mother.  I am now currently in the market for an elliptical and a great exercise video.

Torn

8 Jul

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One song is all it takes

And I lose my freaking mind.

I think of the good

And I find myself missing you to no end.

I think of the bad

And I find myself pushing you out of my mind.

I long for the days when we were in love

The devotion we had like no other.

Those days were evanescent,

Those days were invigorating.

Although I find myself needing you

I keep thinking to myself

How do I get past this pained desire in my heart,

When all I can do is think about how you ripped me apart.

Playing With Teeth and Acting Like Dogs

2 Jul

teeth

I love being a mom, a single one at that.  There is rarely a dull moment in my life when it comes to my children.  Every day is always an adventure, a memory, a story of some sort.  Today it just happened to be playing with teeth and acting like dogs.  The following was a quick conversation between my son and I:

Son:  Mom, did you see where I put my tooth?

Me:  Your sister was playing with it. (In a nonchalant voice)

Short and simple right?  But in retrospect this is actually quite hilarious, and gross if you are pretty sensitive to certain things.  I mean seriously, who plays with teeth?  The funny thing is that these are normal conversations in my household.  I am never bored, not always happy, but never bored.

dog on leash

In other news, as I’m getting ready for bed I get on my computer and begin this post, my 5 year old has a makeshift leash (a belt) tied around my 8 year olds jeans and is dragging her around, while my 8 year old barks like a dog.  Do I even turn to acknowledge what they are doing?  Do I tell them to stop because it’s not right to be crawling around acting like dogs and being dragged?  Not one bit.  My 5 year old can’t do that much damage and if it keeps them from bugging me for a few minutes so that I can work on this post then I welcome dog behavior any day.   This leaves me to wonder what’s in store for tomorrow.  Good night everyone.

Strong Words To Live By

29 Jun

Many of seem to dwell on the past, to the point where it almost consumes us entirely.  A weekly dose of these strong words may help in remembering to let go of the past and look to the future!

Inspiration

Nostalgia

22 Jun

la bamba

I am sitting in my cozy living room on a beautiful Saturday morning, my front door is open allowing the gorgeous sun-kissed rays shine through my screen door, my front lawn is getting watered by a spinning sprinkler, all the while I am watching the movie La Bamba, the story of aspiring star Ritchie Valens and his untimely death in a horrific plane crash.  This movie signifies so many things for me, some sad, some happy, but they all have one thing in common, nostalgia.  Watching this movie does something to me in a sense that it triggers feelings I have deep in my beating heart, memories that I have kept hidden within my soul, away from outsiders.

When I was about 10 years old my grandmother owned a big, beautiful home in Reynosa, a city located on the border of Mexico and Texas along the Rio Grande River.  I remember sitting in her living room watching this movie on her huge box tv set.  There was no flat screen, no HD tv, no DVR.  This movie was watched using a VCR, our version of a DVD player back then.  My grandmother would be standing behind me ironing some clothes while I watched the movie uttering every single word because I knew it by heart.  The relevance between the characters in this movie and a couple of my family members was significantly synonymous, and we all knew this. Ritchie Valens resembled my uncle H and Bob, Ritchie’s brother, resembled my uncle L, not only by looks but by attitude and persona.  My uncle L was for the most part considered to be the tough one, while my uncle H was more of the mellow type.  Circumstances that I wish to keep confidential for their safety separated these brothers at very young ages.  Due to a mistake made by my uncle H he was not with us at the time and it would be over 20 years before he would be back with us, and my uncle L was in and out of our lives, getting himself into trouble here and there.  Watching this movie until the very end was always heartbreaking for us because we all knew what was going to happen, Ritchie’s death, which affected us deeply since my uncle H wasn’t around.    We would literally sob out loud, especially at the very end when Bob yells out his brother’s name, epic part of the movie.  Why we kept torturing ourselves is unknown, at least to each other, for I’m sure individually we all knew deep down why we watched the movie.

Watching this movie also brings up a time in my childhood in which Mexico was peaceful, beautiful and so serene that we enjoyed spending every moment possible over there.  Thanksgivings, Christmas gatherings, Easter egg hunts and trips to the mountains and beautiful Mexican resorts are memories in the past, memories I wish I could relive for not only myself but for my children.  Border violence right now is making that virtually impossible and it upsets me that I am not able to introduce my children to the beauty that I once knew.  For the moment describing my memories and demonstrating pictures of the pretty, unscathed portions of Mexico is all I can offer them.  But this isn’t enough.  Words and pictures cannot express the beauty that is Mexico, at least parts not affected by all the violence.   The mountains with their picturesque cloud tops, volcanoes, national parks, and beaches are just some of nature’s beauty that I got to experience.  parque nacional

paricutinThe above pictures are of a national park in Michoacán called El Parque Nacional and the other is of a volcano called El Paricutin in the same state in Mexico.  These are only a couple of the locations I visited when I went to Mexico as a child.  The picture below consists of El Cici, a waterpark located on the beaches of Acapulco in Mexico.  This is another beautiful and majestic place that I had the privilege of visiting as a child.  cici-water-park

A ranch high up in the mountains of Mexico, away from civilization, no electricity and no running water also has a place in my heart from my childhood.  I know what you are thinking, no electricity and no running water, how is that a good thing?  It was, to me and other members of my family.  It was simply peaceful out there, lying out in a hammock in the middle of the night, gazing up at the clear sky dotted with diamond-like bright stars.   In the mornings we would walk up the mountain to a small location which had the cows and proceed to milk them.  I kind of struggled with this for a bit but I enjoyed it nonetheless.  We even had a donkey, it actually belonged to my aunt and she loved it so much.  When it came time to shower we would travel down the mountain along a narrow path to a small watering hole with fresh water.  This was our shower and it was by far the most wonderful feeling ever.  It was natural.  It came from the mountains. patas del diablo

This picture is of a mountain side we would drive through every single time we would visit Mexico.  This location is called “las patas del Diablo” translation, “the feet of the devil”.  This was one sure sign that we were nearing our destination and we would always look forward to this mountainside to try and capture some pictures.  These are the days I yearn for and hope to one day be able to expose my children to this beauty.

It is amazing how one movie with an awesome soundtrack can dig up hidden, nostalgic feelings.  Joyful or melancholy, superb or dreadful, I truly appreciate watching a successful movie such as this over and over again so that I may, even if it is for the smallest of moments, relive in my heart the moments I had as an innocent child.

Uprooting Your Kids May Not Always Be A Good Thing

18 Jun

faith

I know I had promised to write about my struggles as a single mom and it seems as though I haven’t been doing that all.  In fact, I have been doing quite the opposite in writing poems and sharing some photography instead.  But I divert to writing my first blog about a rather recent struggle I had as a single mom and I hope to inspire other women (men) who have gone or are currently going through a situation similar to mine.

So about 3 long years ago I was blessed to have been offered the job I currently have.  I was hired as an AP Clerk at a medium sized car dealership with limited accounting experience, but the person who hired me did so with the intentions of training me into becoming her, a Financial Controller.  During those 3 years there were many ups and down, some write ups for doing a few things incorrectly, some scolding and lectures, and last year leading into the early part of this year was in all honesty the worst.  In November of 2012, after several months of being bashed by my boss and having made a huge mistake at work I decided to quit.  I gave my two week notice, however, because of cash handling I was let go that same day.  Several days later right before Thanksgiving I decided to email my ex-boss and let her know the reason I quit.  Not even a few minutes later my phone rang and my heart literally stopped beating, at least it felt like it did.  It was my boss.  I reluctantly answered the phone and she proceeded to ask me why I quit and if I had thought my decision through.  Well after a few minutes she asked me to go in and meet with her the following day to see about getting my job back.  The following day I went in and was offered my job back, hoping that my boss’s attitude had changed as others had informed me it had.  This was short-lived, for she became her old self within a month and in January 2013 I quit again.  This time there was no two week notice.  I just walked out and never looked back…until a month later, but we will get to that in a bit.

When I quit in January I realized how selfish it was of me.  I found myself with no job in a struggling economy and 3 kids to support.  I unfortunately did what most adults despise doing, I called my mom who lived a couple of hours away and asked if I could stay with her.  So a few weeks later in late January I moved with my mother.  I uprooted my kids, not paying attention to how they would be affected, and moved them to another school.  This was by far the worst decision I made.  Not because I didn’t want to live with my mom, quite the opposite, I love my mother very much.  Actually, the minute my kids started this new school they began to get into trouble.  My youngest was getting SUSPENDED from school!  How does a 5 year manage to get suspended? Did she attack someone with a crayon or some glue??  Nonetheless, my baby girl was kicked out for a day almost every other day.  My son got into his first scuffle ever with another kid.  I have to biased here and mention that my son has NEVER been the type to fight with anyone.  My 8 year old seemed to show no remorse when they had a couple of lock-down situations at the school.  I would need to borrow your hands and feet to count how many times I received phone calls to go pick up my children.  I was at my wits ends.  I would cry on my way to the school and it became downright embarrassing.  All the while I couldn’t find a job and because of having to go to the school constantly I missed several great job interviews.  I had many great prospects all with the same response, “You seem very qualified we will let you know once we interview the other candidates”, and then, no phone call.  This went on for a whole month and when it seemed like I would never find anything the weirdest thing happened, I was offered a great position in that same city, and I received a phone call from my old boss in which I was offered a position to return.  This was by far one of the most difficult decisions I had to make and I literally had to weigh out the pros and cons.  They both pretty much offered the same starting pay, but what swayed my decision was the fact that my kids were not happy with the move to this new city.  They were not comfortable in this new environment, and although I wanted to stay a bit longer with my mom and siblings I knew right away that my kids came first.  So with a heartbreaking decision, I packed up our stuff and moved myself and my children back to my hometown.  With the help of my boss I was able to find a house to rent and she provided me with a sign on bonus that helped with having some startup cash.  I immediately enrolled my kids in school and daycare, which I knew was difficult because this was already their 3rd school in a couple of months.  But, they finished their school year off with awesome grades and no misbehaviors reported.  We were home.

I was offered a higher title, I was finally offered my title of Financial Controller with a bit more pay with a potential for a raise in 3 months, in which I was reviewed and given another raise.  I feel that I am truly blessed even though I encountered several scary bumps along the way.  This is life though.  It will never be smooth sailing.  We just need to know how to stay strong and “keep on truckin” when the going gets bad.  I have learned a lot about myself.  I have learned to not make hasty decisions that will affect my children.  They are the most important people in my life and I am truly grateful for being given a 3rd opportunity to work for the company I do.  This is just another “trial or tribulation” that I can check off as “conquered”.

P.S. In case you are wondering why I haven’t quit a 3rd time, my boss with the crazy attitude quit about a week after I returned.  We have remained friends outside of work and she has become my confidant in many areas of my life.

The Typewriter

17 Jun

typewriterTypewriter?  Does anyone remember these dinosaurs?  Yesterday I was sitting in my cozy living room watching “My Girl” with my children and the scene in which Dan Akroyd is typing up an obituary and Jamie Lee Curtis walks in popped up.  Out of nowhere my 8 year old yells “what the heck is that”?   I laughed out loud and explained to her that a typewriter is a laptop to her now, and it was our “laptop” back then.  With a stunned look on her face, she turned to me and asked “seriously”?  My 8 year old has a way of making me feel like a 100 year old relic.  So I proceeded to “educate” my daughter and explain to her that the world evolves and we evolve with it.  I explained how there were no cell phones, tablets, ipods, Xboxes,  or internet back then.  Her big, beautiful wide eyes are all I needed to reassure me that I am not getting any younger in this world.  One of these days I will probably introduce my children to the world of black and white box televisions, typewriters, Nintendo and the beeper.   I’m not sure how well that will sit with them, but I think it is important for them to know what was versus what is.  This may or may not teach them a thing or two about valuing what they have for it wasn’t always so advanced.   I think about the future and wonder what else it can possibly evolve into.   What else can technology throw at us?  Whatever it is I know my kids will be glad it’s not the typewriter.

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