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6/28/10

Graduation May mania...

My sister graduated highschool on May 28th. Shortly after my stepson graduated from 6th grade on June 1st. It's not technically the month of May, but for blogging purposes and to retain the name of the title we'll rewind that date a tad bit. My Anfernee isn't that little anymore. He's 5'9". I've developed a crink in my neck for always looking up him. Oh well, it'll only get more painful as the time progresses. :) The two teachers beside him were very special to him. Especially Mr. Nelson. I'm sure Anfernee will never forget the encouragement and lectures resulting from his "class clown" moments. Going into Jr. High is a big deal... Well at least it was for me. I had no idea what was about to take place - awkward nervous laugh Then here's a pic with his dad. I don't have any pics with him because I was the ambitious photographer at the event. And who could forget the awkward photo with a girl classmate. I don't understand why boys act like that around girls. It's pretty creepy if you ask me. I'm kidding, I know it's what it's supposed to be. It's funny because he almost fell over when I asked them to pose for this photo. Geez... It was a proud moment for our family. We love him and are so very proud. Congratulations Anfernee! Get ready for Jr. High - woohoo


Gaby's graduation was a big event. She was looking forward to this moment for a loooong time. Counting down the days in fact . She graduated from Adrian High School. Adrian is a small town ran by cowboys n' spurs. A total of 9 seniors graduated this 2010. That gives you an idea of how huge that school is. Before the graduation I was aimlessly walking around the the highschool looking for a restroom. Finally, a bathroom! I come out of the stall to find Gaby in front of the mirror fixing her hair under her cap. She was surprised to see me as I was to see her. She was supposed to be backstage by now. Then she says "Don't tell anyone you saw me in here" with tears in her eyes. I hugged her and told her I was proud of her and loved her very much. That was one "alone" moment we shared before her big moment. It was great because after that restroom encounter, alone moments were impossible. Come on, you guys know how mexican families roll... Lots of peeps under one roof. The ceremony was great. Well since there were only a few graduates, they were able to compose a 5 minute slideshow each. Talk about emotional! The grad party following on saturday was so much fun. My aunts and cousins came down from Denver and Las vegas. I saw cousins that I hadn't seen in years. So we pretty much took a barn out in the country hostage, hired a dj and got tons of beer and danced all night long. Sidenote: the boots the fellas are wearing are getting pointier & pointier every year. You have to becareful not to get stabbed. The night consisted of lots of lauging, dancing, and discussions of my selective memory. I got to sit down with my two favorite cousins. We def got into some trouble back in the day. I say the bigger the family the better. There was too many kids to count running around. I love my family and wouldn't change them for the world.

6/25/10

my mj favorites




The way you make me feel


Man in the mirror


Black or white


Beat it


Smooth Criminal


Bad


Billy Jean


Thriller

6/24/10

Yes, this is only about nailpolish

So I've been obsessed with nailpolish lately... maybe it's just a phase. But anyways, this is my nailpolish for the day. It's China Glaze For Audrey. Anyways, it looks amazing.

6/23/10

#2 Synopsis

I was born in a small town in old Mexico. I often wonder what my reaction will be like if someone knows where Namiquipa lies on the map. I wasn't there for long. We migrated to the good US of A in search of a better life. Well I don't actually remember it. I was only a few months old. We obviously struggled when we arrived here. We settled in Dallas and stayed for 6 months, then packed up and moved to Friona and stayed with my aunt. Eventually we moved out. So here came the family of four to this tiny, bug-infested Hereford apartment! My dad worked at Frito lay for crappy pay and I hung out with my older sis and apt. complex kids. After my dad took on the agriculture industry, the following 10 years consisted of moving to various areas on the outskirts of town. When we finally settled down and were able to afford a home in Hereford, I though we were lucky and big city living! Of course, when I read over what I just wrote, I wish it had been that simple. I came from a very abusive home. My mother though, was my rock and stability. She counter-acted the violence with unconditional love. Everything she did was exactly what I needed to overcome my insanity. I won't go into details, but I owe everything to God first, then to my mother. So that said, my high school years were dazed and confused. I wasn't the straight A student, far from it. Let's just say that for the most of my freshman and sophomore year I wore flannel shirts and baggy jeans. Not proud of that! I finally got it together my senior year and married a jerk. Oddly, I thought extreme jealousy was a sign of affection and love. I stayed with him 3 years and 4 months - should have the days counted but, hey, it's been a while. Sleeping with the enemy bus ride out comes to mind. I had never felt so liberated in my life! Single life was shortly lived because the love of my life walked right into it 6 months later. Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, he walks into mine. Man he WAS persistent. His version is that I was mean and hard to get... my version was that I was afraid of commitment and getting hurt again. So we can meet half-way I guess. We got married in Amarillo the Fall of 2004 in between classes during lunch time. I went back to class as if nothing had happened. Less than 10 guests attended the ceremony and I couldn't have been happier.

Forward 9 years later - we live in the Dallas area and have our bachelor's degrees - Robert has his in Architecture and I in Interior Design. School was rough! It's not at all what people assume interior design school would be. Perhaps they assume we had a blast selecting pretty colors and materials and possibly held hands, sang of flowers and rainbows... no, no, no. Far from it! It has a lot to do with space, form, function and Design foremost and then materials are reserved for last. I was fortunate to have my hubby by my side while I took all the architecture classes before declaring my interior design major. He was the shoulder I leaned on. I made some very close friends while I was there as well. We only spent 23 hrs a day there. Cooped up in a messy studio, that was bound to happen. So finally after our 6.5 year sacrifice, we come out and realize our industry is down and out along with the rest of this crappy economy. My hubby has a job in his field, but unfortunately I don't. We're hanging on... So I took on a state job, and quit pronto. Def not for me. So now I'm playing the domestic diva role. Taking care of 2 big boys is work enough for now. My step-son came to live with us about 6 years ago and now he's taller than I am. It's surreal how they grow. I know all parents say that, but its really amazing. We've been regular church goers for the past year and a half. Religion isn't important to me, but the close relationship I have with God is. I've been changed. So that's a sliver of my life.

6/22/10

#1

No one really reveals who they are on fb or myspace. It seems like a brag fest to me, but hey, that's just my opinion. I recently read one of my college buddies' blog and realized how much I didn't know about her. I guess this is what inspired me to shed a little more of who I am, if anyone is even interested. I'll give you a synopsis of where I come from, what I do and all that jazz later on this week.