Throwback Thursday

Today I'm going to participate in Tara's Throwback Thursday from over at Me and the Mexican.  I've been thinking lately about how crazy things have been the last couple years and how many crazy twists and turns I've been through.  When thinking of something for today's post.........I logged on to Myspace for the first time in over a year looking for pictures.  Here's just 2 of literally 500 pictures that I found, and they were both taken probably within days of each other.

This is me and my best friend Daysy.  I don't know why, but we both went through this phase with bangs.  And that shirt I'm wearing?  It says "Hello, My Name Is: Gangsta"  Because I was.....obviously.

This one is the real kicker, and I'm really brave putting it up here, because I'm pretty sure that Cangrejo doesn't know this picture even exists.  I wanted to repaint my bedroom and since me and my girlfriends are a bunch of shorties, I called my two favorite guys at the time to help us tape the ceiling.  The guy on the bottom is Cangrejo, who is now my husband.  Back then he was just a friend.  The guy on his shoulders?  Yeah, that's Isabel's biological dad.  Crazy how shit works out.

Ink

So, I forgot to show you guys what I did a couple weeks ago.

Yeah.  I got a tattoo.  This picture was taken like an hour after I got it, so it's kind of red against my paper white skin.  Also, some of the red is blood stain, because apparently, I'm a bleeder.  

Also, it hurt like a bitch.  I don't know what's wrong with all those people that are like, "Oh, it doesn't hurt that bad, and after a few minutes your skin kind of goes numb so you don't really feel anything".  Bull shit.  Let me break down that sentence a little.

"...it doesn't hurt that bad..." - Uh.....yes, it freaking does.

"...after a few minutes your skin goes numb..." - No, it doesn't.

"...you don't really feel anything..." - Yeah, you do.  And anyone that says otherwise can rot in hell.

I have a pretty high pain tolerance, people, but I almost couldn't handle this.  I was sitting backwards on a folding chair, and I was gripping the back of it so hard that my fingers had turned completely white.  I was giving myself kind of a mental pep talk and trying some relaxation things I learned while I was in labor, but it was all in vain.  Cangrejo kept asking me if I was okay and telling me that I could stop if I wanted to, but when I start something, I finish it, damn it.  And I didn't cry because the guy said that he would charge me an extra twenty bucks if I did.

Now, don't worry, this isn't something I did on a whim.  And some of you might remember a post I did saying that I would never get a tattoo.....well I lied.  I've been thinking about this tattoo for about a year and planning what I wanted.  My tattoo is for Isabel.  Originally, I was just going to get a sun because my mom has always called me 'Sunshine' and that's what I always call Isabel, but I wanted something a little bit more meaningful.  

I was in a really bad place and doing some reaaalllllyyyy bad things before I got pregnant, but as soon as I found out that I was going to be a mother, I dropped everything.  I can't imagine where I would be today if I wouldn't have had Isabel.  That's why I decided to put the sun in front of the clouds along with 'Salio El Sol'.  The words 'Salio El Sol' are Spanish for 'the sun came out' or 'out came the sun' (and I realize that there should be an accent above the 'o' in 'salio' and you have no idea how much it bothers me to have a punctuation error like that on my body, but I'm going back in a couple months to get that fixed.)   ANYWAY.  That's why I got what I did, and I'm really glad that I did it.

It hurt really bad.  Will I ever get another one?  Maybe.  Probably.

I Have Created Life.....Again.

So a few days ago I planted some seeds.

AND THEY GREW!!!

I'm pretty excited about it, if you couldn't tell.  I've started my watermelon, tomatoes, red peppers, and tomatoes in this little tray.  In about a month I should be able to move them outside and then I'll plant the other stuff that I've got.

Seven

I love questionnaire thingies.  Back in the days of Myspace, that was my favorite thing to do on the Bulletin Board.  I think it's cause I like talking about myself and I've always wanted to be interviewed for something, ANYTHING.  And this is as close as I can get.  I found these questions over at ... that's what it's really called.  Kendra did 11 questions and I did 7 just because there were a few questions that I was just too lazy to answer.

When was the last time you cried? Why?

I think it was approximately two weeks ago and it was because I was SO MAD that they cut the ESL tutorial class at the school that I used to work at.  I don't know if I was extra hormonal that day or something, but I was FREAKING OUT.  I bitched about it for like half an hour to Cangrejo in the car and then when he said "Why is is such a big deal?" I burst out in tears.  And then later, I cried again when I was telling my mom about it.  I'm still kind of irritated about it because it's making me question my whole future career.  I know that no matter where you work, you're going to encounter a moron or two, but I don't think I should go into education anymore, because I cannot handle being SURROUNDED by idiots.

What celebrity do people say you look most like?

Um.....really?  None.  I take that back.  This lady always tells me that I remind her of Bette Midler.  Which I am not that proud of.  I don't know if she says it because she thinks I look like her or if it has something to do with personality.  Either way, I'm either manly or obnoxious.  What do you guys think?

Ugh.  Maybe she's right, that's kind of scary.

What is your greatest accomplishment?

Um.  How about shoving a giant baby out of myself and then raising her to be pretty freaking awesome after 1-trying to break up with a psycho crack head 2-finding out I was pregnant with crack head's baby while he sat in jail awaiting deportation 3-Dropping out of my first semester of college and wasting the only money I had set aside for school 4-deciding that I actually wanted to be with said loser and spending over $200 on phone cards to call Mexico only to have my heart broken over and over and over again by the same person and 5-just being a crazy emotional pregnant wreck, basically all by myself while being judged by friends and family for getting knocked up, not by a crack head, but *GASP* before I was married!  Sad thing?  I didn't exaggerate any of that.  (I'm not trying to get a pity party or anything, I did kind of bring it on myself.  But that didn't make it suck any less.)

Morning Person? Or Night Owl?

Definitely a night owl.  Which is why I work a 5pm to 5am shift instead of having to wake up at 4 o clock in the morning for the day shift.  It's also the reason that whenever Cangrejo wakes me up he has Isabel with him as protection.

A skill you'd love to learn

I'd really be up for learning just about anything.  I LOVE learning new stuff.  However, I would like to learn how to do some more advanced sewing stuff.  I can do basic things, but I wish I could do more.  Also I wish I had the patience to bake.

What is your worst habit?
Probably eating.  Seriously.  I'm an emotional eater.  Whenever I have a high or low of any sort I feel like I HAVE to eat something.  And not anything healthy, it has to be something yummy.  Like half a bag of chocolate chips.  For real though, it's really hard to control myself especially if I'm mad.

If you could live anywhere in the world besides your current location, where would that be?

Ohhhh man.  That's a tough one.  Seriously though, one day I WILL have a house in El Salvador.  On the beach.  The house where Cangrejo's grandparent's live is technically his.  They've willed it to him so when they're gone it's ours.  The location is scary.  It's getting pretty dangerous where they live right now with gangs fighting over territory, but it's where Cangrejo lived for his whole life.  Things could be better by the time we're responsible for that house though.  People down there can really hang on for a looonnnggggg time.  His great grandma is like 96 years old and blind but from what I hear she's still really active.  Anyways, I want to have a beach house in El Salvador.....or Mexico, but I don't think Cangrejo will really go with that one.

Febru-when?

Holy shit, people, what happened to February?  I guess I've been kind of on cruise control all month with all the crap going on.  Husband is back from California THANK GOODNESS.  He stayed long enough to get his first paycheck and then came home.  The extra money would have been good if he would have stayed, but once again, his brother was being.....himself.....and that's a problem.  I have to say though, it's good to have him back.  Now that I'm taking my credit bearing courses and cramming a 40 hour workweek into 3 nights, he's being Mr. Mom.  He would rather be working, but that's not an option right now.  Thankfully, when we get our taxes (which should be ANY DAY NOW) things are gonna be a-changin.  Yay :) more to come, hopefully sooner, rather than later.

Peace out.

Giveaway!

I'm just letting you all know that My Miss Priss Boutique is doing a giveaway that you can enter HERE.  It's an adorable pink lace romper with a matching headband!  She's going to do a giveaway every Sunday.

You can also check out her Facebook HERE and her Etsy shop is HERE.  She has got a lot of WAY CUTE little girl things, so go take a look around.

Weight loss crap

Weight loss Mondays are going to be shot to shit until further notice.  Why you ask? (or maybe you don't).  Isabel has finally destroyed our scale.

When my parents built our house, they thought it would be a good idea to put carpet all over in all three of the bathrooms except for one little tiny patch of tile right around the toilets and so there isn't really anywhere to put the scale in the bathroom.  Therefore, the scale is just sitting in the kitchen.  Isabel likes it because it lights up, but she also likes to throw things.  I don't know how much I weigh.  Today I tried it, but I did it a few times in a row to see if it was giving me the same weight every time.  It said 165, 169, 165.8, 165.8, 171.2.

I started a new job this weekend and a new scale is at the top of my list of things to buy once I get a couple bills out of the way.  I'm also hoping that my new job will help me lose weight, because I don't have much time to eat since I started.  I'm working weekend graveyards from 5 pm to 5 am, and then I sleep for as long as I possibly can, which isn't long with Isabel hanging around.  Thank goodness for my little brother because he helps me watch her in the morning.

Why doesn't Cangrejo help me?  He's not here :(  He got offered a job in California at the company where his brother works, and we're so desperate right now that we decided that he would take it until we can dig ourselves out of this hole and get some money saved up.  So that's what's up right now.  I hate him not being here and we're both going kind of crazy without each other (not to mention Isabel keeps asking for him and throws a fit when she can't find him) but we're thinking that this is completely necessary right now, and I'm hoping that time will go by fast and we can get it over with as soon as possible.