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(no subject) [Apr. 7th, 2005|11:10 pm]
[mood |chipperchipper]

Ah, Spring. I love this time of year. It's perfect for.....

..strolling around the neighborhood...

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..and basking in the suns rays...

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..and hugging a tree...

(ok, that's actually an electric post, buy you get the idea)

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...and planting an indoor garden.

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(no subject) [Apr. 7th, 2005|01:03 am]
[mood |annoyedannoyed]

The teachers I have this semester are officially crazy. Ok, for Calculus, my teacher, Professor Coone, is making us type a 2 page paper on the history of Calculus. What the?! It's math for goodness sakes. Not history. Not english. Math!
Then my Spanish teacher,Professor Bosca-McMillan, she's way worse. She assigns a ton of homework, but she never grades it. I asked if it even counted as part of our final grade and she said, just a small percentage of it, and told me not to worry about it. Okaaay. I later asked her about "extra credit because I haven't been doing too well on the tests", and her is her exact response: "Go to www.studyspanish.com or to the references link on the course menu and go to the Ojala website. You can find activities there." Huh? Does that mean I should go there to practice for the tests, or do the activities for extra credit? And then I decided to do some of the homework, even though she said not to worry about it. It just doesn't feel right to have homework and not do it ya' know? So I turn some in and she emails me back saying: "Check the following against your answers to see where you need to check your answers." She sent me back my homework. That's it. There was nothing to check it against.
I need a break.
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will work for comic books [Apr. 3rd, 2005|09:58 pm]
Last night me and Michael spent the evening nerding out with our extensive collection of comic books. We also got super excited about http://www.spxpo.com/ and talked about how cool it's going to be. Let me tell you, it's gonna' be cool!

Today we went to visit "abuelita" (Michaels grandma) at the in-laws house. She just came in from California and she'll be here for 2 weeks. I love her. She's so sweet. She reminds me a lot of my grandma, who I miss dearly. I just wish I could communicate with her better.

I was going to post some pictures tonight, but something's wrong with Photobucket. Dang. Maybe next time

Has anyone read "Nanny Diaries"?
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watch out, i bite. [Mar. 30th, 2005|11:39 pm]
There was a storm tonight. Thunder, lightening, rain, the works! We were putting Angelena to bed when the lightening started getting really active. We turned off the lights, pulled up the blinds and stared up at the sky with Angelena. It was really nice. Before tonight, I never realized how bright lightening is. It was almost blinding sometimes!
Oh, have I told you that we have the best neighbors? Well, we do! Ok, first there's "Dublin". He's from Ireland and has the most awesome accent you've ever heard. He has a lovely wife and and adorable son named Liam. We exchange dinners and desserts from time to time. Today he gave us a bar-b-que grill. How cool is that?! We don't know how to grill, but we can learn right? Well, we did try to bar-b-que a steak once, but it was pretty much beef jerky by the time we were done with it.
Then there's a couple from Africa who lives upstairs. They also have a nifty accent. Once, we were out walking and Mia was being really fussy. We ran into the husband (they told us their names once, but I forgot them) was telling me something, and I couldn't for the life of me understand what he was saying. After saying "excuse me?" a few times, I thought I understood him to be saying "You have a beautiful baby." So I said "thanks' and he just stared at me. When we got in the house Michael told me that the man was asking me why I bit the baby, because she was crying so hard, not that I had a beautiful baby. heh. Anyways, so the mans wife, when she does laundry, she walks around with a laundry basket..........on her head. I love it.
Then there's another lady who likes to talk...a lot. Her favorite phrase is "..at the end of the day..." "At the end of the day, it doesn't matter if you cleaned your house in the morning, because you'll have to clean it again at night." "At the end of the day, it doesn't matter if you've taken a shower in the morning, because you'll have to take one again before bed." She's funny.
The rest of our neighbors go to Memphis College of Art, so Michael knows most of them. Oh, but there is one lady who doesn't get out much, but we've heard that sometimes she walks around outside naked. I don't know anything about that.
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(no subject) [Mar. 22nd, 2005|12:29 pm]
[mood |cheerfulcheerful]

Shheeeeeesssshh. I'm really bad at this LJ thing.
SO much to update on such as:
-Going to an amazingly awesome lecture at MCA given by Barron Storey. No lecture has, or ever will, compare to how great and inspiring the one given by him was. The guy is brilliant, brilliant I tell you!
-Spending saturday mornings scouring Midtown for great garage sales
-National Geographic! I've become obsessed with these things. They're excellent for collages and our local Thrift Shop always has stacks of them. 5 for 1.00? Can't beat that!
-I've been freaking out about Angelena starting kindergarten. It's so scary. She still has a year before she starts, but it's totally suffocating me right now. What school is best? Will she make friends? Will the kids be nice to her? Will she be nice to the kids? Will the teacher be nice to her? Will she wear blue or khaki uniforms? Do I make her lunch, or let her eat in the cafeteria? The list goes on and on...
-Mia is so adorable. She makes the silliest faces and she just loves smiling at EVERYONE. She's happy all the time. Being a mom is so fun.
I'm really going to try to get better at updating this thing...
Can anyone recommend some good tunes? My music selection needs updating!
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(no subject) [Jan. 8th, 2005|12:55 am]
[mood |optimisticoptimistic]

I'm not one for New Years resolutions. I don't think I've ever actually made any. But Michael has forced me to take down my Christmas decorations and put away my candycane cookie cutters, so I will make some resolutions to put this season to rest.
My New Years Resolutions...in no particular order.
-spend less time watching TV
-spend less money on junk
-spend less time wanting more money for more junk
-enjoy the simplicities of life
-live in the moment with my children....*sigh* they grow so fast
-take more pictures
-eat less junk food
-stop trying so hard to impress mother in law....really...yeah....
-volunteer at St. Judes
-send out handmade cards to special people
-be a better LJer
Ok, that's it. I think I can handle them. If not, there's always next year.
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(no subject) [Dec. 9th, 2004|09:10 pm]
So, I've come to find that going back to school full-time right after having a baby isn't a good idea. I'm taking all of my classes online, except one, so I'm able to be at home, which I think has been hurting me more than helping. I just don't have a lot of time to keep up on my work ya' know. Well, I only have 2 more finals to go, thank goodness. I'll update agian this week with cutesy pictures and stories of the bebe's and hopefully good news about my grades :/
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Operating.. generating.. new life, new life! [May. 11th, 2004|05:55 pm]
[mood |draineddrained]

OH Man..... being pregnant is no longer a novelty. I am ready to get this show over with!! Goodness, just 3 more weeks. It feels like for-ev-er!! I'm so swollen I no longer have ankles or knuckles for that matter. I sweat all night, no matter how cold it is. Yes it is bad and I can go on and on about the woes of pregnancy, but I'll spare you of my whining........On another note, 4 classes, 4 A's, 4.0 baby!!! Not bad, not bad at all.
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The nerve!.....? [Mar. 24th, 2004|11:06 pm]
[mood |uncomfortableuncomfortable]

Random Lady: "Look at you! You're just pregnant all over!"

...................Was she trying to tell me I have a fat butt?
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The happiest place in the world! [Feb. 29th, 2004|03:33 pm]
[mood |nostalgicnostalgic]

I was born and raised in Southern California, so it goes without saying that Disneyland was a major part of my childhood/adolescence. They say that once a child becomes eight or nine he outgrows Disneyland until he has children of his own. This, however was not true for me. I have always loved Disneyland. There was never a time in my life that I thought myself too cool to spend my allowence there. The summer before ninth grade, me and my best friend went there every third Wednesday of the month.(that was when I got my monthly allowence)
I was going through my "sentimental" boxes today and I came across Disneyland ticket stubs and newspaper clippings from when California Adventure was being built. This led me to remember some of my own Disneyland adventures. Though I do consider it "the happiest place in the world", I had some unforatunate, humorous and sometimes regrettable experiences there.
It was my seventh birthday. There is an area in Disneyland where one could meet characters at different times throughout the day. At this particular time Tigger was the man on the list. There he was with children encircling him asking for autographs and parents with cameras to their faces trying to get their childs attention. Me and my dad waited on the sidelines for the crowd to clear away, but it never did. After several minutes of signing autographs and taking pictures Tigger began to hop...bounce away. "Go get him" my dad urged. So I along with a group of anxious hyper children started chasing Tigger. We all gathered around him, screaming and pointing...this WAS Tigger afterall. No matter how much I tried to get his attention, he never looked at me. I started getting sad, then I became mad. Who did Tigger think he was?! I reached out and pulled his tail. He still didn't look at me so I did it agian...and agian...and agian. Finally on my last pull he turned around. I can see it all in slow motion. First it was his head that creeped up over his shoulder, then his body slowly turned. This was it! It was finally my turn to meet Tigger! I looked up at him with eager eyes and disheveled bangs sticking to my forhead as he slowly reached down for my hand. I began to lift it up for him, expecting a handshake or a kiss perhaps, and Tigger, a character I had loved and bounced along with, slapped my hand!! Not a high-five, an actual slap that is given to a child when he won't stop picking his nose. I was crushed. I ran over to my dad and cried. He picked me and and we walked away. I saw Tigger several times over the years. A quick glance from the coner of my eye was all he would get.
It was the summer before ninth grade and me and my friend did what was expected on the third Wednsday of every month; we made our way to Disneyland. My friend had a year pass, so she never brought more than 10.oo with her. I always took 50.oo. But on this particular day my mom had given me 90.oo because she wanted me to get a souvioner to send to my niece in Arizona. So me and my friend head up to the ticket booth and I buy my ticket and my friend shows her pass. But bad news, that day was a blackout day and she couldn't get in with her pass. So without thinking we hastily put all of our money together and bought a ticket for her. We walk away with 7.oo left. Later on in the day , we realize that we're hungry and hardly have enough money to feed even one of us. We put our heads together and come up with a brilliant plan. We would spend 2.oo to call my friend's mom and have her meet us at the "Mickey Mouse statue" with some money for food. So we call and no one answers. We leave a message asking her to meet us at 5:00, which is two hours away. Well, two hours was too long to wait to eat, so we decide to spend 4.00 on an apple. (That's right, 4.00, but it's the best Granny Smith you'll ever have!) We share the apple and go to the statue and wait. And wait. And wait. 6:30 rolls around and we're perplexed. Why didn't she come? Maybe she didn't get our message? We have no money left to call and they don't take collect calls and at 7:30 we accept that she's not coming. We're sitting there on the bench next to the Mickey Mouse statue, and suddenly it hits me. If my friend couldn't get in the park with her pass, then her mom can't get in with hers!!! "Oh my gosh, we're so dumb!" "What were we thinking?!" So we spent the remainder of the night starving. When the time came for us to meet her mom in the parking lot, she looked at our disgruntled faces and laughed.
It was me and three friends. We were in eleventh grade. It was a saturday and we knew that the park was going to be packed, so we decided to rent a wheelchair so we wouldn't have to wait in any of the lines. Once we got it everyone felt too guilty to actually sit in it. "I'm not going to." "You do it, it was your idea." After several minutes of bickering, I decided I would do it. So I spent the entire afternoon being rolled around and we were all greatful that we didn't have to wait in the horrendously long lines. Lunch tmes rolls around and we head over to the breadbowl stand where they serve deliciouls soup in breadbowls. We get the last available table and sit down at it, or in my case roll over to it. As soon as we get settled we realize why this was the only unoccupied table. The sun pounded directly down on us. It was annoying, but we had nowhere else to sit. Across from us is an older couple who keep looking over at us. My friends and I squint puzzlingly at each other wondering what they're doing. The older couple gets up and walks over to us and says "You all can have our table, we don't mind the sun." "Oh, no that's ok, we're fine." "No we insitst," the man puts his hands on my sholder, "this one deserves to eat comfortably." I blush. What do we do? Do we tell them that I'm not really handicapped, and we're just some punk teenagers that who rented the wheel chair so we wouldn't have to wait in the same lines that they had to? So, feeling ashamed, we make our way over to their table with the conscious awareness that they-a poor older couple who are probably out-of-towners who saved up their money so they can spend their vacation at the happiest place in the world- were eating their lunch in the hot blazing sun so that I-a selfish, lazy teenager pretending to need a wheelchair- could eat comfortably. Later that day, I got tired of sitting and my friends go tired of pushing, so I pushed while they took turns sitting. By the time evening came, we were all board with the chair, so we began pushing each other as fast as we could, sometimes running into other people. We passed lines and lines of people and to this day I feel ashamed to think that an older couple who probably needed the wheelchair more than us, was waiting in one of those lines and recognized me as I, no longer in the wheelchair but rather running with it, arrogantly sped by them.
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