Sunday, January 23, 2011

DaY FiVe

Day Five: Post a photo of your favorite memory. Why is this your favorite memory? What made it so special?
05.25.2010
6 lbs. 13 oz. 19 in.
Isabel Riley Montufar

My favorite memory?  When Isabel was born.  Hands down.  No contest.  I got pregnant at a time in my very young life (I know.  I'm a young mom.) when I was doing some really stupid stuff and making some really bad choices.  I was going to Utah State, and I had made some really good new friends, but thanks to a certain someone, and me thinking it was a better idea to follow my heart instead of my head, I was caught on the edge of trying to make something out of myself and my life, and having 'fun' with someone that, at the time, was definitely not a good idea for me.  I've said it before, and I'm sure it will be repeated, I'm positive that I got pregnant for a reason.  That reason being something deeper than two people decided to mess around.  People have said, and will say that having a baby ruined my chances and destroyed a lot of opportunities.  That might be true, but there were a lot of other things I was doing that could have done that very same thing.  My baby was, is, and always will be my saving grace.  She's what got me out of the hole, and she's what keeps me out of it.
My favorite memory?  Is the day that changed my life.

DaY FouR

Day Four: Post a photo that best sums up the night you've had tonight. What did you do? Why was it fun?
I took this a couple nights ago with full intentions of posting it, but my husband gets jealous of my blog so it didn't happen.  But this is what most of my nights are like, so I think it counts.  Isabel eats paper.  Any paper. She even likes to chew on the tags on the buts of her stuffed animals.  I try not to let her chew on paper that she'll actually be able to ingest though.  Well I put her in this jumper/swing thing while I was making dinner and she got into the newspaper.  I was okay with her throwing it around I guess but I scooted that thing that was holding all of the paper away from her.  She seriously swung herself towards it until she could reach it and pull it back towards her.  When I realized that her mouth was FULL of paper Cangrejo and I took it from her and fished the paper out of her mouth.  She screamed for like 10 minutes straight.  I'm really looking forward to her teen years.

So that was my night.  That's my every night.  Just hanging out at home with my baby girl.  And of course it's fun.


Tuesday, January 18, 2011

DaY THRee

Day Three: Post a photo of the cast from your favorite show. Why do you love this particular show so much? Who is your favorite cast member & why?
Why do I love this show so much?  There are so many reasons.  It's just soooo funny.  And I've always secretly wanted the life that they had.  To live in the city with some really good friends, and just, you know, be awesome.  I'm not sure I can pick a favorite cast member.  Phoebe is so great and I can kind of relate to her randomness.  Joey is the guy friend that everyone needs.  I totally understand Monica and her need to be in control.  Ross.....well.  He's kind of a pussy, and that's funny.  I LOVE Rachel.  I want to be her.  She's gorgeous, and she works in fashion, which would be awesome, and guys love her.  Chandler needs some serious help.  But he's hilarious.  FRIENDS is a little before my time, but my older brother used to watch it ALL THE TIME and he has all 10 seasons on DVD so I borrow them sometimes and watch them start to finish.  Depending on work and school and stuff it usually only takes about 3 months.


DaY TWo

Day Two: Post a photo of you & the person you have been the closest with for the longest. Why is this person special to you?
This is a photo of me and my very first boyfriend.  (Sorry he's so rude.)  We started dating when I was 15, and to this day, we're still friends.  We broke up after 2 years.  His mom always said that we were to much alike each other and that if we stayed together we would always be fighting.  It's probably true.  We both have ridiculously strong personalities and we both have to be right all the time.  We used to be in a band together.  He is an AMAZING guitarist and I played the drums kind of.  He got a new girlfriend pretty quick after we broke up and I was the other girl for a while (which I would not recommend).  But I did enjoy it cause he treated me better than her.  Anyways, that's not the point.  Whenever I needed someone to talk to he was there, and he knows all of my deepest secrets.  If I needed a shoulder to cry on, he told me to stop being such a pussy and got over it.  Whatever.  Anyways, we've been friends for 4 1/2 years and he knows me inside and out.  Literally.

So there you go.  Come back again for Day 3.


Monday, January 17, 2011

DaY oNe

So I've decided to do this 30 Day Photo Challenge that I found over at Holly Days.  I just started following her and she's pretty awesome so far, so check her out.  There's a couple different versions of this I think (I saw some people doing it on Facebook, too) but she tweaked it and added some writing.  I'm hoping to take some new photos to go with it instead of just using what's already on my computer in order to expand my...photo...whatever.  I can't promise that I'll post every single day, and some days I might do more than one post, but I'm gonna finish is.  By my birthday.  Which is in April.  So, yeah, here we go.

Day 1: Post a photo of yourself along with 15 facts about you.
1-I'm naturally blonde.  I think.
2-Some days I think I'm really pretty.
3-Other days not so much.
4-While some people think that having a baby ruined my life, I KNOW that I would be in a much worse place without my baby girl.
5-I lied to my parents wayyyy to much during high school.
6-I am not as friendly as people think I am.
7-I'm not as happy as people think I am.
8-I HATE my stomach and inner thighs.
9-I LOVE my boobs and my calves.  And sometimes shoulders.
10-My weakness is milk chocolate.  No nuts.  No nougat.  No caramel.  Just chocolate.
11-I have a very hard time showing any sort of emotion that would make me seem 'weak'.
12-I beat myself up all the time for quitting dance.
13-I beat myself up for quitting percussion just because the band kids were annoying.
14-I want to be famous for doing something awesome that helps a lot of people.
15-If you say something racist around me, you are automatically at the top of my shit list, and I will let you know.


Friday, January 14, 2011

Under the Knife

Okay, I didn't do the post I promised.  The last week has kind of been nuts and screwed up.  Monday morning at about 2 I had a fever and I was throwing up.  Later that day, I was tricked into going to the doctor.  Ladies and Gentlemen, I DO NOT go to the doctor.  I can only think of 2 or 3 times in my life that I've actually ASKED to be taken to the doctor.  Once with a gal bladder attack when I was prego, and once when I was like 15 and my chest was burning so bad and I was coughing up stomach acid and blood.  If I ASK to be taken to the doctor, my family knows that something must be seriously wrong.  So Monday afternoon Cangrejo said we would go to Walmart to get me some juice, but he insisted on driving because I was feeling kind of dizzy.  20 minutes later he pulled up in front of Instacare.  Um......I don't think so.  When he turned off the car I took the keys.  He got out to walk around to my side, so I locked the doors, and he pulled out an extra set of keys.  Damn it.  He offered to drag me into the building, but I didn't want slush all over me so I walked.  I got up to the counter and the lady was like "Can I help you?"  I said, "I'm sick and he made me come here."

So it was decided by the Instacare doctor that it was probably my gal bladder acting up again and so she called the surgeon people at the hospital and they set me up an appointment with the surgeon.  I went to see him the next day, and he scheduled my surgery.  They didn't even do an ultrasound on my gal bladder.  He decided it was unnecessary from looking at the ultrasound they did on it while I was pregnant.  See, I didn't have gal STONES.  What I had was more like gal GRAVEL.  Tons of tiny, crystal looking stones rolling around in there.  So at 8:30 this morning I went to the hospital to get cut open.  I wasn't all that nervous.  The surgeon said I had to be at least a little nervous or else he was going to have to call the psychiatric department.  Haha.  He was funny, I guess.  The anesthesiologist knew my dad.  (My dad and Cangrejo went with me, and my mom stayed home with Isabel.)  He was pretty cool too.  So the put me out, which is AWESOME.  That's my favorite part about going to the hospital.  I don't remember what really happened after that.  Duh.

An hour and a half later, I started waking up.  I was screaming and moaning and crying, because bitches, I was in some serious pain.  So I guess they stuck another dose of anesthesia in my IV and I was out for another hour and a half.  They made me try to go pee, and I sat in the bathroom for what felt like forever and I couldn't.  (And I was kind of thinking, you guys wouldn't let me eat or drink after midnight, so my tank is probably empty.)  Instead of just letting me off the hook they used a catheter.  I won't go into any other details about that, other than it hurt and I wanted to punch the nurse.  Then they gave me some really yummy apple juice that I had to drink until I could prove to them that I was able to pee by myself.

Anyways I guess while I was out the doctor told my dad (and the Spanish-speaking nurse explained to Cangrejo) that my gal bladder was shaped abnormally and instead of having one tube going in and one tube going out, I had two going in and two going out.  He said they only see that kind of stuff in books during medical school.  So that makes me feel pretty awesome.  Well......I think my lortab is wearing off.  And even though I slept all day thanks to all the drugs, I'm pretty damn tired sooooo I'll be going to bed now.

Oh and P.S.  I feel really bad because I'm not supposed to lift anything 20 lbs or more for at least 3 weeks and I'm not supposed to hold Isabel until my staples are out in a week.  :(  Isabel is about 19.5 lbs and she's a mama's girl and she wants her mommy :(

Monday, January 3, 2011

Weight Loss 2011

Okay, people, let's not waste any time.  Hopefully within the next week I'm posting my 'before' picture.  I bought a fat-burning cardio dance workout DVD with some of the Dancing With the Stars girls, and I WILL look good by June.  Why June, you ask?  Because the hubby and I are going to be Padrinos for his cousin's quincenera.  In California.  Guess what.  California?  Is by the ocean.  I?  Have only been to the ocean once, and it was April in northern Oregon so it was freezing and all I did was stick my big toe in so my mom could take a picture.  After I had my baby in May I was sure that I was going to stay skinny, so I bought a bikini.  And then I put 40 pounds on.  GROSS!  I currently weigh 10 pounds more than I did when I was 9 months pregnant.  This, ladies and gentlemen, is a serious problem.

Also, those of you from California or that have been there, are going to be like really?  What's wrong with this girl?  But, I've never been to California, okay?  And I'm really excited about going to California, and about meeting more of my hubby's family, and I want to look impressive.  I'm even gonna go tanning.  Because I'm whiter than most white people.  Seriously.  And I have to go tanning to an actual tanning salon, because if I try to tan in the sun I just turn pink.  Soooo, ya'll give me some input if you think a spray tan or a tanning bed is better. Thanks.  And when I post the before picture, I'll post other stuff like my waist size, weight, stuff like that.

Oh, and coming up this month is one of my best friend's wedding, and I'm a bridesmaid.  Yeah, she only informed me like 2 weeks ago, and I would have got started then, but it was right before Christmas, and then there was New Years, and so I started my diet today.  And just a little while ago I hustled and mamboed my little behind off!  Seriously, my behind is little.  My butt and my wrists are the only parts of my body that don't get fat, and honestly I wouldn't mind a little bit of a booty.  Well, I promise that this week I'll get that post up. Have fun without me until then.