Tuesday, May 31, 2011

WTF, Carl's Jr.???

I love Carl's Jr.  The hamburgers are delicious.  Well today I went to get a hamburger when I got off of work and by the time I left I wanted to punch someone in the face.  This is how it went:

Male Voice: Welcome to Carl's Jr., would you like to try our new Turkey whatever (Or something like that)

Me: No thanks, can I just get a number one with just cheese and ketchup?


Female Voice: What can I get for you today?

Me: (Confused) Uhh I want a number one with just cheese and...

(Cuts me off)

FV:  Do you want to upgrade that to a medium or large?

Me:  Just a medium...

FV:  *Mumble mumble mumble*

Me:  What???


Me: Dr. Pepper.  (By now I'm thinking, rude much?)

FV:  *Mumble mumble mumble*

Me:  Uhh can I just get ketchup and cheese on that?

FV:  It doesn't come with ketchup, just a special sauce.

Me:  The number one?

FV:  Yeah, it's just a special sauce you can't have ketchup on it.

Me:  Really?  Because they've always given me ketchup on it when I've asked before.

FV:  So do you just want the special sauce?

Me:  Uhhh...yeah I guess  (Thinking that maybe this bitch just doesn't know what ketchup is?)

FV:  *Mumble mumble mumble*

Me:  What???


Me:  Yupp.

FV:  Pull forward.

So I get to the window to pay and she like ripped my money out of my hand and almost dropped my soda down the side of my car.

I didn't finish my hamburger because I couldn't gag that special nasty sauce down after 2 bites.

So now I'm hungry and really angry at this stupid Cynthia person.

WTF, Carl's Jr.?  WTF?

Monday, May 30, 2011

Weightloss Challenge Monday.....and some other stuff

First of all, happy Memorial Day, people.  I hope you had a good one.

HOLLA!  To my new FOLLOWA!  Haha, hello, Kendra.  Ladies and gentlemen I've known this chica for quite a few years.  She pretty much rocks.

So, it snowed today.....Yeah.  Memorial Day and it freakin snowed.  Not where I live, but we drove like an hour and a half to wear my dad grew up in Idaho and it freakin snowed on us.  Refrickindiculous.  And it rained here all weekend, but this week is supposed to get nice so I'm crossing my fingers.  And toes.  7 months of winter is too much, folks.

I'm kind of bummed because tonight is the season finale of a novela that I LOVE.  (A novela is like a soap opera, but it's in Spanish.)  It's called La Reina del Sur (The Queen of the South) and it's about this Mexican lady named Teresa Mendoza that becomes a narco (drug trafficker).  I haven't watched it from the beginning, so I'm not 100% sure why she became a narco, but I think it has something to do with her ex-boyfriend who was killed in a car crash.  Or he was shot.  I dunno, something like that haha.

Teresa is played by Kate del Castillo, and yeah, she is as bad ass as she looks.  I can't watch it every night because I don't have cable or satellite so it's not on my TV until 11 pm, and I can't stay up that late all the time.  But last I watched, people were plotting to kill her, she found out she was pregnant (and everyone else found out that her stupid boyfriend is cheating on her), and some crazy drugged up lesbian killed this chick she was in love with because she found out she was a cop.  And then she died.  So even though I have to be to work early tomorrow, I think I'm gonna stay up to see what happens.

Hope ya'll had a good Monday.  Here's my vlog for today :)

And oh yeah...I went to a quinceañera on Saturday with Daysy.
Oh, hot damn.
But that's a whole other can of frijoles that we're not gonna go into tonight.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

1st Birthday

May 25, 2010
11:15 PM
6 lbs 13 oz
19.5 inches long

It's been a year since you graced us all with your presence, Baby Girl.
I can already see in you my temper.  Heaven help us both.
You love to be around people just like me.
Music plays and you can't hold still.  Just like your mama.
You love goulash and chocolate.  Me too.
We both love reading time.
I love you, Chavelita.
Take your time being a little girl.
You have a lot of adventures ahead of you.
Know that your mommy will always be here for you, no matter what.
Happy Birthday Sunshine.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Spanish Friday

Sooo I'm going out on a limb here and trying out Spanish Friday, which I found over at Latinaish.  This lady is like me.  White on the outside, brown on the inside.  (Lucky for you guys I haven't completely unleashed my insides on you......yet!)  And my Spanish isn't PERFECT yet, but I'm hoping this will help me get better.

So this is going to be in Spanish, but the English translation is down below for those of you that no comprenden ;)

Estaba leyendo el blog 'Latinaish' donde escribio una lista que se puede encontrar aqui --> You know you married a Salvadoran when... y tambien un post que hizo su esposo You know you married a gringa when.... Transluce las listas a espanol pa que las entendiera mi esposo.

Asi fue nuestro conversacion:

Cangri: Tal ves el sufre con esa mujer.

Yo: Y vos sufres conmigo?

Cangri: Pues no, ya me acostumbre.
Como pasas dos horas en el bano arreglando tu pelo, ya no me molesta tanto.

Yo: Pues ellos tienen mucho tiempo juntos.

Cangri: De seguro el sufro antes.  No creo que ella sabia cocinar comida Salvadorena cuando se casaron y el sufrio porque no tenia nada buena para comer.

Yo: No te gusta lo que te hago de comer?  No te lo comes entonces, espero que te mueras del hambre.

Cangri: No dije eso mi amor, a mi me gusta la comida que me haces, perdoname, si?

Mi pobre esposo.  Tiene tanto hambre que sigue comiendo la mierda que hago.  El piensa que estoy en dieta, pero la verdad, es que ni me gusta a mi.

Aaaaanndd in English:

I was reading the blog 'Latinaish' where she wrote a list that you can find here --> You know you married a Salvadoran when... as well as a post that here husband wrote here You know you married a gringa when.... I translated the lists into Spanish so that my husband could understand them.

Our conversation went like this:

Cangri: Maybe he suffers with that woman.

Me: Do you suffer with me?

Cangri: Not anymore, I already got used to it.
Like how you spend two hours doing your hair, it doesn't bother me that much anymore.

Me: Well they've been together for a long time.

Cangri: I'm sure he suffered before.  I don't think she could cook Salvadoran food when they got married, and he suffered because he didn't have anything good to eat.

Me: You don't like what I make?  Don't eat it then, I hope you die of hunger.

Cangri: I didn't say that, my love, I really like the food you make for me.  Forgive me.

My poor husband.  He's so hungry he keeps eating the shit that I make.  He thinks I'm on a diet, but the truth is, I don't even like what I make.

P.S. For the rest of you that participate in Spanish Friday, how do you type the letters with accents?  I used to have a list of them and how to do it, but I have no idea what happened to it.  Help!

Monday, May 16, 2011

Weightloss Challenege Monday.....again

Woo-hoo for the Weightloss Monday Check-in.  I think I call it something different every week, but whatever.  You get the gist.  I was going to make a vlog for ya'll today but it kind of turned into a poo on toast kind of day so it's not gonna happen.  
Sorry, I know you're all REALLY disappointed.  
I haven't actually done that much exercise this week, but I've lost a couple pounds because I've been really grumpy and when I'm grumpy I don't like to be around people.  Therefore, I don't go in the kitchen, and obviously that's where we keep the food soo.....there you go.  The times that I have actually eaten though, I cut back on my portions.  And I can't remember the last time I had a mountain dew (cause I've been broke for a long time). 
I have gone to the soccer field 3 days this week though, and I played soccer with all the little kids while their dads were practicing. 
(The whole time I'm thinking.....Why didn't the kids just stay home with their moms???  Whatever.) 
And of course playing soccer while holding an almost 1 year old isn't what I would call easy sooo maybe all that helped me out a little.  I did actually start doing sit ups before I go to bed and I'm starting to feel it.  I guess you could say that I am doing better than I have been and I probably have the warm weather to thank.  
During Utah's 7 month winter I get sooo lazy because I hate being cold, but if it's sunny and at least like 45 degrees I'm outside.  

Saturday I took Isabel to the Health Days Parade. 
It was probably the worst parade I've ever seen.  
It's just turning into an advertisement.  There were maybe 10 floats and then like 60 trucks with some cheesy logo on the side and people walking around handing out fliers.  
Isabel got a freaking tan.  The one thing I will never be able to pass on to anyone, is the ability to tan.  Lucky for her, her dad is a very, very brown Mexican and the combination of our skin colors is pretty amazing.  
We may not be together anymore, but we made one beautiful kid.  
I got an awesome sunburn, which has moved into the itchy stage.  
But I only have to put up with one or two miserable sunburns at the beginning of the summer, and then I'm usually okay.  Anyways, that's all for today.

This is me and Isabel pre-sun.
She puts her hands on her head whenever someone says 'Oh my goodness'.
It's a good thing she's pretty, cause she's gonna grow up to be a weirdo like her mama.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Just a few words...

I know.  I fail.  It's been over a week.  (I think...)  But it's 1:32 in the morning so I'm not going to put a lot into this.

I have the feeling I'm going to be seeing this expression a lot over the next 18ish years.

Her first ponytail :)

I'm blowing this picture up and framing it.  It makes my heart smile.

I was doing my make-up in front of the mirror and Isabel decided to join me.

Thanks to this picture I realized she had eaten the cotton off the end of a q-tip.

White legs.  Don't worry, I'm fixing that tomorrow.


It had been to long since I got dressed up.

My friend has neon lights in his car and my shoes are sparkley.  You would have taken a picture too, admit it.

Have a great weekend everyone :)  I'm taking Isabel to her first parade.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Feliz cinco de mayo!!!

(No, my fellow Americans, Mexicans don't capitalize the first letter of the names of months)

Happy 5 de mayo people.  I don't care if you hate Mexicans, but I think that anytime someone kicks France's ass, we should celebrate.

I'm going to be disconnected from the blogging world until Sunday night, so I'm going to leave you with some of my favorite songs.  My own little tribute to Mexico.  Felicidades.  ♥

Mientes by Camila

Dame tu amor by Alacranes Musical

Ponte en mi lugar by Espinoza Paz

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

I Am a Mess

Sorry I missed Weightloss Monday.  But just a little update; I'm still a fat ass.  HOWEVER!  I walked a mile today and then I ran half a mile.  And then I got home and collapsed on my lawn and almost died.  I haven't done much activity since before Isabel was born, and I just kicked my ass.  Plus I'm still sick, so I guess running wasn't a GREAT idea today, but I was pissed and needed to release energy before I went berserk on someone, and I'll tell you all about that in a minute.  Anyway, I'm going to try to run a little every day and get used to it because I wore some pants today that were to big for me when I was pregnant, and today, they damn near don't fit.  I currently wear size 11 pants.  If I can fit into a 9, I feel good about myself.  If I could fit into a 7, I would throw an awesome party and burn my fat clothes.  A 5, ladies and gentlemen, and they would have to carry me out on a stretcher.  So that's what's going on with my fat.  Now for my announcement.

I'm only 20 years old.  (Duh.)
I'm married and have a 1 year old daughter.  (Just wait, it gets better.)
My husband is not my daughter's biological dad. (Known fact. It's on my profile.)
Appx 3 weeks ago, I left my husband.  (We actually live in my parent's basement so I guess I made HIM leave ME.)

This surprised a lot of people.

We were really good at putting out the 'we're happy newly-weds' vibe.  Well, I guess he really was happy.  I was not.  I honestly don't remember the last time I was happy.  I remember thinking I was happy when I got married, however about 2 weeks before the wedding I did think about canceling.  Now, a few months out, I realize that I was doing what I thought would make everyone else happy.  Seeing as my entire family is LDS, I know I was frowned upon for having a baby out of wedlock, even though no one really said anything.  I guess I was thinking that if I got married people would get off my back and then I would be happy.  And that by marrying him, I would forget about my lingering feelings for Isabel's father.  Or something like that.  I guess I wasn't really thinking at all.

I will tell you this; I was not in the right state of mind to be making any kind of important decision.  I was 19 years old and I had just had a baby.  My baby's biological dad had been deported and I was all sorts of messed up over that for several reasons.

OH!  And another thing, I kind of think I'm one of those girls with daddy issues.  God bless my dad for putting up with my shit and trying his hardest, but I definitely blame a lot of things on him.
Today I went by his work and he told me my car needed to be cleaned.

He said, "A messy car reflects the kind of person you are, do you want people to see that?"

I said, "I am a mess."

And then later on at home he suggested I seek counseling.  I'm seriously considering it.

All of this being said, (and I know it's kind of messy, I'm having a hard time getting my thoughts in order today) my husband is a great person.  He treated me well (for the most part, obviously he was doing something wrong).  He loves Isabel as if she were his and he took great care of her.  I have no doubt that he loved (and still loves) me.  He has been a great friend to me over the last couple of years.

Look, I hate being the bad guy.  I hate that I'm breaking his heart.  I hate that I'm taking Isabel from him.  I hate that I'm taking him from Isabel.  I hate that I'm starting to feel like I can't handle a relationship (because I'm starting to think it's genetic.  Between my parents they have 3 divorces).  BUT, when he left, it was like a big weight was lifted off my chest.  Like I said, I'm only 20 years old, and I still need my freedom.  I obviously won't have a ton of it because I have a daughter to raise, and she's my numero uno, but if I'm not happy, that will have a serious affect on her.

So I'm starting over.  It's just gonna be me and my little girl from now until whenever.  (Well, and my parents, because they live upstairs.)  I'm finally going to do what I want and what I think is best for Isabel and I, and I'm feeling really good about it.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Fast Five!!!

So first of all, just take a look at my beautiful baby girl.  24 days away from being a year old :)  I'm definitely a proud mama!
I bought this dress before she was born and I'm ECSTATIC that it finally fits!

She was chewing on her dolls head.


Uhh, yeah those are my alabaster legs behing her.....

She points at stuff and says "Wasaat?"  For those of you that don't speak baby that means "What's that?"

See that I Smell Shit look?  She gets that from her mama.

And here's the little vlog I did for you :)