tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28172333138672742252024-03-05T12:44:28.129-08:00Life & Everything In BetweenAll The RandomNess Life Has To Offer =]LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-10389567000313477662011-05-10T16:39:00.000-07:002011-05-10T16:42:50.617-07:00The Martyr, The Complainer, The Rock, Lizeth & Mother's Day BluesThe Martyr, The Complainer, The Rock, Lizeth. Who am I? A friend once told me that I am a martyr for putting myself through relationships that bring no good to me. The complainer, most people think I complain about EVERYTHING and ANYTHING. The Rock, the one who will stay through any hardship and endure it. Lizeth, That's my name but at this point, I don't know who I am or what purpose I may have.<br />
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Martyr. I made a promise to my mother that I have no intentions of breaking. I was taught that a promise is a promise and it is to be kept. If you don't keep a promise then what validity may your word have? I made a promise on my mother's death bed about our family situation. A friend, who will remain anonymous, but she knows who she is, told me that I can't always take crap from family only to comply with that promise. My godmother also told me the same but my conscious and my word to my mom, does not let me break that promise. I go through so many hardships dealing with certain family members but I put up with it because of that promise. I deal with "family" treating me as if I were nothing. I help and help but see no good outcome of it. When I stand up for myself I am told "You have a bad attitude that needs to be adjusted. Due to your bad attitude, you have bad working experiences, no one likes you and that's why you have little to no friends." As you read this, if you know me, you know who I am talking about. <br />
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The Complainer. I always complain as a way to vent my problems out. The more I hold in, the more reclusive I become. I do not want to become that person that looked like she had it all and one day just snapped and ended up in jail, in a mental institution or dead. As time passes by, I realize that people are tired of hearing me talk about problems, predominately on Facebook. Again, it's MY space...my place to vent. If you don't like it or are annoyed by it, then delete me! Simple. I dwell on certain situations or things for a bit and to be attacked for "complaining" is just hard to deal with. This was months ago but it hasn't escaped me because I try to better myself on a daily basis and since I have not stopped complaining, it lingers in the back of my mind. <br />
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The Rock. No matter how much my family may push my buttons or just be jack asses to me, I know that I will always be there for them. I have a way of putting myself and my own problems on the back burner to help others. I have always been that way and find it hard to change. My boyfriend once told me "You're a great person and want to help everyone but you can't help the world! Help when you can and don't when you can't. Do you and only you otherwise you'll spend your life helping others and they won't appreciate it anyway." I hate to admit it but he is completely right. I just can't help but be that person people turn to for help. <br />
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Lizeth. At this point in my life, I don't know who I am or what my purpose is. As a child, my purpose was to go to school, study, and eventually graduate. As an adult, my job was to go to college, study, and eventually graduate. As a 20 year old my purpose was to love and care for my mother. At 23, my purpose was gone and I was lost. With half my family nagging me to get a job and the other half nagging me to go to school, I was lost as to what to do. I chose to go to work and ended up working with family which is only adding to my ever growing problems. I am now working full time and going to school full time and I can honestly say that it is draining the life out of me. At work, I'm Lizeth the receptionist with an asshole boss. At school, I'm Lizeth the absentee student that still excels. At home, I'm just lost. Out of work and school, I don't know who to be. No one is ever happy with my decisions, if I make any at all. <br />
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This rant came out of my Mother's Day Blues. I've said it time and time again, I don't resent my mother being gone. I resent not being able to go with her. Hearing people say "She is OUR mother and she needs to realize that she doesn't have one anymore" is just harsh and over all mean. I do not try to take anyone's mother because they will never add up to what my mother was and continues to be to me. I appreciate others' mothers because I, unlike others, know what it is like to not have a mother but for some reason, I'm always in it to take their mom. Go figure. All I knwo is that with my mom around, I had issues with identity but nothing that I could not figure out. With her around, I didn't have family treating me worse than if I was some scoundrel off the street. With her around, I didn't have to worry about having someone love me because she loved me through thick and thin. But until I join her or figure out who I am or want to be, there isn't much I can do but complain and rant about my life.LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-3272050519669771082011-02-25T15:22:00.000-08:002011-02-25T15:22:27.338-08:00UpdatesI feel horrible for neglecting the blog. I have many excuses, all valid, PROMISE! (not that I have that many followers on here haha but still!) <br />
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I started school this semester and let me tell you, it has been kicking my ass! I am currently attending school full time and working full time. Everyday is a 12-15 hour day depending on how long I stay at school. So far, some of my teachers are complete nuts, however, I love that they're so real with you. There is one particular teacher that is "THEE NUT" LOL he's just out there but I enjoy his class the most because he tells you how it is. He doesn't sugar coat anything and he tells you straight out that if you can't take it, to "get the fuck out of my class!" LOL It really does not get anymore real than that. I have also learned that I am not that great of a writer as I may have thought or had been told. I have an advanced english composition class in which I am not failing miserable per say but I had a cruel reality check.<br />
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All in all, I missed being in school. I have worked full time and handled 22 units (almost 2 full school schedules?) before so I know that this is just a fraction of what I used to be able to handle.However, I feel so old! This schedule I'm on is only a fraction of what I was capable of handling before. I'm starting to realize that I am not that young anymore or maybe I may still be young but I feel soo old! To top it off, I have been sick for going on a month this Monday. I came down with Bronchitis and beginings of Pneumonia and let me tell you, that has been kicking my ass too! lol So the combination of this illness, full time work, and full time school, it is a miracle I have not yet fallen apart. <br />
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Also, there is a fairly new worker in our office. He has been here for about a month and a half and it's been nothing but a hassle. If I thought that my boss was a lot to handle, boy was I wrong! I have double the work and we still don't cut the quota every week. It's very frustrating when so much is expected of you and yet, can't meet the expectations because of one worker. Since his arrival to our office, my office hours (when he is present) have been horrible. His attitude and way of acting gives me whiplash. One day he's a happy go lucky guy that is all smiles. The next, he's a raging bitch that is rude, loud, and tries to boss me around like if I'm his factory worker or something. Thanks to having learned patience, I haven't snapped and shown him the bitch in me lol. <br />
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I believe that is all there is to update in my life. Hope all of you are in great health, well rested, and happy! Toodles XoXoLovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-62477648059991863652011-01-19T15:06:00.000-08:002011-01-19T15:06:14.787-08:00Birthday Blues<div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>I have to say that last year, I had one of thee worst birthdays I have ever had! It was not only my first birthday without my mother but it was the first birthday that I spent almost completely alone. When I comfronted my family about it, I was told to stop being such a drama queen but I do not see it that way.</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>First off, I won't speak on specifics due to there being many eyes on my writing. I do not want anymore drama than I already have with certain people in my life. All I can say is that my brother's and I had made plans for what would happen for my birthday and my older brother's birthday as we are many years apart but our birthdate is only 1 day apart. To make the story short, everyone cancelled on me. When the weekend came, we had plans to keep my mother's tradition going for our birthday. Turns out, some outsiders changed that around and yet again, my birthday was put on the back burner. </em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>This year, doesn't seem to be much different. I was supposed to go out to a club with friends but for reasons I am not going to mention, it wasn't happening. So, I planned to do a party at home. Turns out, that too was not allowed. Due to my older brother's absence, I was told that it wasn't appropriate. "What will the neighbors say? What will they think? It doesn't look right if he isn't here because it's his birthday too." Gee, people make their decisions. Your actions have consequences and my older brother not being around is not my fault. So 2nd idea, out the window! I thought I'd count with my boyfriend's support on making a party for myself at home, turns out, I was wrong. He too said "well it's too late to plan anything." So I gave up...I gave up on trying to celebrate anything this year. </em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>When it comes to other people's birthdays, I always plan something for them or help whoever is planning for them. I never, ever, have made anyone's birthday unsignificant and for everyone to make my day so insignificant is hurtful. It goes to show me that I am alone in this world. If I don't celebrate my own life, no one is going to. I had enough proof this year and last to prove that to myself. It makes me realize even more how much I miss my mom. My mom never, and I mean NEVER, let me down. As small of a celebration as it may be, she never forgot my day. She celebrated my birth everyday of the month if possible and reminded me of how much of a blessing it was for her to have me. She never told me no to anything. Anything baby girl wanted, baby girl got. Now, my back bone and support system is my own. Am I going to celebrate? Probably. Is anything written in stone? Nope, not at all. </em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Just a forewarning to those that made my day impossible or insignificant, don't be surprised if I can give two shits about your day, yeah, family included. I can be the friendliest, most helpful, nicest person in the world but rub me wrong and you have NO IDEA who you've messed with.So Happy Birthday to Me =D. Despite my mom not being here, I'll always be her princess every day of the year and it WILL be my birthday everyday of the year in her eyes. Love you mom!</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-37606264320572400492010-12-29T14:29:00.000-08:002010-12-29T14:29:05.832-08:00Small Change<em><span style="color: #741b47;">So I was feeling sorta blah the other day. I debated on what to do to change my appearance. Well, I can't lose 40lbs from day to night...I could have done my make up but had no where to go! I could have changed my outfit but again, no where to go! So, the next best thing was dye my hair! It's been close to 2 years since I last dyed my hair. I've cut it about 4 times in two years and believe me, everytime this hair stylist of mine cuts my hair, she CUTS my hair! LOL She chopped off about 7 inches the first time around and this last time she chopped off abaout 6 inches of length. So, I don't have ANY hair dye in my hair what so ever now. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #741b47;">To be quite honest, I DON'T know what my natural hair color is. As a baby, I had light brown hair and the tips were a golden brown. Why? I have no clue! As I got older, the lighter it would get! By the time I was in middle school it looke dlike I had bleached my hair and was running around with black roots lol. So my love for dying my hair begun! I dyed it for the first time at age 13 and never stopped until 2 years ago (mind you, I'm 24 now.) </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #741b47;">How can hair change your entire look and make you feel like a "new" person? It's amazing what a simple hair cut or hair dye can do to the physical appearance of a person and even more amazing how it makes that person feel! When the change is drastic, you notice right away! I.E. Black to Blonde...Blonde to red..and vice versa. But back to my hair color. It was a chocolate brown on the top but when you look at it under the light or out in the sun, my hair is anything but ONE color! I have strands of blonde, light brown, reds, dark browns. It's ridiculous how many colors I have in there! My brother's hair is the same way! His beard grows in 3 different colors (the reason why he never lets it grow.) Our mom had dark black hair, her brother is a redhead and my grandpa had ashy blonde with brown streaks in his hair. Go figure! We got a weird mix of it all! lol </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #741b47;">I dyed my hair Dark Auburn. No one seemed to notice. Which sort of made me feel down in the dumps (LOL) because no one noticed! I asked my bf this morning "hey did you noticed I died my hair???" His response "Nah uh! NO you didn't! Wait, did you? You did??? It looks the same to me!" My brother sat with me at work for nearly 3 hours and didn't notice either. So much for change right? Well, now my hair is a dark auburn but if you look at it, it looks like I have all sorts of highlights and low lights going on! Small change but it was a spur of the moment/moment of boredom decision.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #741b47;">Old Hair color</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #741b47;">Now look at it under the light without the flash. (flash mutes out hair color)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: #741b47;">I notice a difference but maybe because I dyed it myself. Over all, #BIGFAIL at change LOL. If you're not going to make a BIG change, save your hair follicles and DON'T dye your hair! </span></em>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-46881668816442309652010-12-08T10:36:00.000-08:002010-12-08T10:36:08.055-08:00Quarter-Life Crisis<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We all know about a mid-life crisis and if you're in your mid 30s or older, you may be experiencing but what many of us don't realize is that we go through some sort of crisis all of our lives! Each age range is a phase we go through. My focus will be on the quarter-life crisis as I am experiencing it. It's that time in your life when you start to evaluate or re-evaluate your life but every case is different. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The characteristics of quarter-life crisis for those that have not finished their education, such as myself, are the a sense that everyone is, somehow, doing better than you. I am in no way jealous of my peer's success. On the contrary, I feel so proud and happy of all those that have worked their ass off to get what they have but at the same time, I can't help but feel like a failure. For those that have finished their education, may even experience the insecurity of thinking that what they have done is not enough. Had I finished school on time or early, that would be me but life happens and you can't always rely on a concrete life plan. You become disappointed with your job, you begin to stress out about unexpected expenses and the cost of being an adult. However, even those that do finish their schooling, have loans to pay, car payments, and mortgages as well just like the one that has no education. The high cost of living, being up to par with your friends or peers, all the while "making it" may even lead to insecurity, loneliness, isolation from others, depression, and suicidal tendencies. I always dwell on the "what ifs." What if I had finished school on time, where would I be working? What if I had finished school, where would I be living? What if, what if, what if?!?!?! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As you hit your mid twenties, you start to form a more concrete and strong opinion on certain situations. Some begin to settle down and begin to have that want or need to form a family, where as others run in the complete opposite direction for fear of being tied down. But deep down, we all have that need for a family of our own, to have our own children and have a successful relationship, etc, but not all of us will admit to it for fear of it never happening. I.E., a person's sole wish in life is to have children of their own but they may be gay and either have to pay for invitro, adopt, etc, and it may not ever happen for them for various reasons. Another example could be a woman wanting children but she has not been able to get pregnant. She might not mention it to others that she is trying to conceive for the fear of others knowing that she is infertile. All these factors of "where we are SUPPOSED to be or WHAT we are SUPPOSED to be" set in deep fear factors in us. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Finally, one of the other important characteristics of the quarter-life crisis are the realization that you are getting older. When as a teen and in your early twenties, you felt invincible. Nothing and no one could or would get in the way. Now, that you hit the mid twenties, you feel mortal. You see that you are aging and you begin to realize the toll the years have taken on your parents as well. For many, I think this is when the fear of death kicks in. You now know that you have entered the "real world" and have to take care of yourself and even find a way to some how take care of your parents. You begin to think of all your years you've spent with your parents and re-evaluate your relationship with them, try to make up for lost time or try to figure out how to care for them all the while caring for yourself. The unsettling feeling of they may be next and you're definitely going after they do. The normal cycle of life: born to only die, eventually. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The way I put it together may not include all the characteristics but in my opinion, those are the main factors that cause a quarter-life crisis. I am definitely having one now. Even though I am only 24, going on 25, I feel like I am 34 going on 45! I feel so aged for my age and yet, I have not accomplished a damn thing! However, I don't regret the route I have gone down. I had a "plan" but that plan did not coincide with what was in store for me. Things happen and eventually I will finish school and maybe even then, I won't feel accomplished. All I know, and a I can suggest, is to take it a day at a time. As much or as little as you have accomplished in life, be happy. If you want more, then do more! If you feel you haven't spent enough time with your parents, then start now! My mom always told me "everything in life has a solution except for death" and I know she is absolutely right! Everything and anything can be resolved so long as you want it to!</span></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-73237534486201349682010-11-19T12:41:00.000-08:002010-11-19T12:44:21.623-08:00Emotional Vampires<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="clear: right; color: purple; cssfloat: right; float: right; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img height="300" src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/6_b4-_PvAdQ/hqdefault.jpg" width="400" /></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I belive that anything and everything can happen. I am a very sketpical person but if there is a good then there is definately a bad. I do not sit here and say that God, the Devil, heaven and hell don't exist but nor do I discredit that there are people out there that work with evil and good for witchcraft or that there are aliens. You just don't know what may or may not happen in this world. I think I am a fairly open minded person. I may not always agree or believe with that you preach but I won't criticize or tell you that you are wrong to believe. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Recently, I have felt very uncomfortable at work.I feel like I'm always being watched or like I am not alone. When physically, I am in fact alone. I alone work this office. I open, I close. I answer phones and do everything on my own so how is this possible? Well a friend's mother, now my friend as well, gave me her opinon and rendition of why I feel uncomfortable at work. I will quote what she said because she couldn't have worded it any better than I could have. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I think that uncomfortable is more your working environment and the living around you. People bring energy around them and we also absorb others energy. You know how if you hear someone keep talking about how awful life is for them you think... why do I feel so bad? Well a good term is emotional vampire. They feed off others energy until they feel bad. Little dramatic but explains it. Your in an environment where people feel bad most of the time. When you go out side at times just stand and let all that go back into the ground. Called grounding yourself." -Patti</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana;">***Here's a link to where you can read and get some further information as to what Emotional Vampires are. What they pray on and what to do to avoid them!*** <a href="http://www.sixwise.com/newsletters/06/05/31/how-to-beware-of-emotional-vampires-intent-on-draining-you-of-all-your-precious-emotional-strength.htm">http://www.sixwise.com/newsletters/06/05/31/how-to-beware-of-emotional-vampires-intent-on-draining-you-of-all-your-precious-emotional-strength.htm</a></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I totally agree with her but I hadn't thought of it that way. Emotional Vampire. I have so many of those in my life. I always hear about how their life is so awful and horrible. About how they are so upset because their boyfriend or girlfriend doesn't do this or that. I hear complaints about how they do not get paid enough, they don't know what to do with their current relationships, how they feel suicidal for the smallest of things. I do not judge them but at times I do let them know a piece of my mind. There are others out there that are going through so much. They have a terminal illness, have family members with illnesses, or are homeless but they always find a light at the end of the day. They may complain but hey! They have a GOOD REASON TO COMPLAIN! But sometimes, even those that do trully have a, for lack of a better term, a fucked up ass life, they don't complain as much as those that have not gone through a damn thing! I'm a complainer and I'm not going to deny it. I have complained about my job, yes the people are awful but in the end, that's them not me. So long as I do my job, I get my paycheck, and I survive, then that's all that matters. Every other complaint isn't even important enough to stop me from living. It is hard to put up with negative people but it shouldn't affect your way of living or quality of life. As for other small complaints, they don't even cross my mind because nothing really matters so long as I am healthy, my family is healthy and alive, then that's all that matters to me. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I shall follow Patti's advice and ground myself. No matter where you go, you will always come upon negative people that come into the room and you feel that negativity tread on your shoulders. At least, I feel a heaviness either on my chest or my shoulders whenever I walk into a business or home with lots of negativity. Sometimes it gets so bad that I get bad headaches after the negative person leaves my sight or I leave the place where negativity radiates. My best advice is just to forget everyone and worry about yourself and your loved ones. If you're not negative, then there shouldn't be a reason why you let others' negativity affect you! </span></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-73875960344952549712010-11-18T12:37:00.000-08:002010-11-18T12:37:43.059-08:00Day 30- Your favorite song.<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have a lot of favorite songs. Sometimes even a few songs from each genre of music that I listen to. I listen to a wide range of music but I never stray away from my Mexican roots. Yes, I'm a straight beaner, paisa, call it whatever you want! LOL I think that the song that makes me feel happy, bubbly, and all girly inside would be Besos y Cerezas by Ramon Ayala. (</span><a href="mailto:LOL@bubbly"><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">LOL@bubbly</span></a><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">) It's just one of those songs that you can't help but smile when you hear it. Whether your husband, boyfriend, sancho, boytoy..whoever it makes you think of, you can't help but feel like a silly little school girl who just got her first kiss. It takes you back to that first kiss that gave you butterflies. I've never had a song make me feel that way, EVER! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kept it short and to the point. I really thought that the last day of the challenge would have a more meaningful entry but hey, it's been fun! </span>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-39852031592443135532010-11-17T16:40:00.000-08:002010-11-17T16:40:58.160-08:00Family Feud: Breaking Tradition<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Earlier today I was listening to Latino 96.3 during the Family Feud session. The whole story of the caller hit me. A guy called to ask Raq-C (the host) if she could be the intermediate for him and his sister who were not on speaking terms over something small. So the jist of the situation was that the sister wanted to hold Thanksgiving at her new home with her husband and daughter but tradition was that it was always held at their parent's house. The brother didn't want to break tradition and the sister didn't see it that way. They began to bicker back and forth and ended up cursing at each other and made the situation worse. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm on the fence with the situation. The bickering and cursing back and forth reminded me so much of me and my brother Jayme but the situation was more dead on with both my brother's families. However, our situation was a bit different. My older brother's wife wanted to have Thanksgiving at her house one year and I associate her with the sister from the caller. It's understandable to want to hold it at your own home and cater to others, in a way it is breaking tradition but tradition is what you make of it. So long as the whole family is together, then it shouldn't matter where it is held. So that's one point for the sisters! LOL </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In our situation, I made it very clear that it was to be held at my mother's house due to the circumstances. My mother didn't have much time left. She was sick and it took a lot out of her to make it out of the house. So for her sake, it was best to just keep with tradition and hold it at her house. I always wanted to make her last years with us as happy as possible and if that's what she wanted, then that's what she would get. Whoever didn't want to show up, didn't have to. Period. It did cause some some upsetting conversations or arguments but in the end, it all worked out. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I feel bad for the caller and his sister. Trying to reconcile with her and have her see the parent's side made the situation worse. It is not worth being mad over the holidays over a simple thing as location. However, not enough details were given to pick or choose sides. If you go through this, try not to fight. It's the holidays and those were not meant to be apart and mad. If your situation is closer to mine, then give your parents the joy of seeing you all reunited in your childhood home. Don't be selfish and give them what they want. It doesn't take much to make your parents happy! So have yourselves a wonderful Thanksgiving with your loved ones whether u keep with tradition or move it on to another location! </span></div><div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-70842462180633568582010-11-17T09:28:00.000-08:002010-11-17T09:28:19.476-08:00Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So many things happen to me on a daily basis that I've learned endless lessons this past year but for this month, I have learned a great deal. The main thing I have learned is how to keep my cool. I recognize that I am of strong character but it is one thing to be strong of character and another to be a straight bitch. Life is too short to be fighting and mad all the time. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I admit it! I have/had some of the bitchiest remarks to say. I was quick to respond and fight back when it wasn't even necessary. Any little thing would set my fuse off and I'd go off on who ever was telling me something that was not to my liking, even if it was for my own good. I just didn't want to hear it! The attitude would roll out and eventually, it hindered my relationship with that person. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, I'm done with ending relationships over the dumbest or smallest of things. I'm not saying that I'm an innocent person now but I do a lot less arguing but don't misunderstand what I'm trying to say. I fight less, yes I do but I don't let myself get walked all over either. I defend myself to the fullest because my one life defender isn't here to do it for me anymore. If I don't defend myself, no one will and I'm not going to be anyone's doormat. I'm not going to be anyone's anger outlet just because THEY are having a bad day. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Working with my brother has proved to be the hardest test in life! As it is, we have a very "special" love hate relationship. I love him, he hates me! lol Noo it's just inner turmoil and issues that were never resolved that always resurface in any situation (for him.) He has a very negative attitude but doesn't admit to it. Admitting things is always the first step to recovery but he refuses to admit that he has a problem. I have problems but I'm working on it with him being my main aggressor. He yells and says inappropriate things to me. Sure, I get very upset but I just hear him out, I defend myself if there is a need (in a calm manner) and move on. Life is too short to be mad at each other all the time when we are all we have!</span></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-7952214360608330272010-11-16T11:27:00.000-08:002010-11-16T11:27:42.436-08:00Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">How have I changed in a year? I noticed that I am a lot more level headed this year. I do get mad easily but I do not react to it as I used to. I have a friend in particular that used to call me La Violenta (Violent One) haha because as my mom would say "tengo el coraje en las pesta<span style="font-family: Calibri;">ñas" haha. Physically, well, I've changed a lot! I have gained a significant amount of weight! I think up to date, I have gained a total of 32lbs. Eating for emotional comfort, yeahhh, NEVER a good idea! It's easy to put the weight on but oh so hard to get it off! So we'll see what the new year brings in store for me mentally, emotionally, and physically! </span></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-66856418522002710282010-11-15T11:55:00.000-08:002010-11-15T14:06:39.482-08:00Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why are am I doing the 30 day challenge? I saw it on Mayra's blog and I thought it would be a good idea. I hadn't been writing on my blog for a while plus, I love challenges! I love to write but sometimes, I don't find topics or the words to write. Yes, the words. You know! When you're drawing a blank...that happens to me at times but once I get on the ball, no one can stop me! LOL</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The fact that the 30 day challenge tells you exactly what to write on, it can't get any easier than that! Plus, it touches those certain gray areas in your life where you just get it all out! I know that I didn't have to put my whole "business" out there but sometimes it's better that way. It lets you vent and a big weight off your shoulders is lifted. Now, everyone knows my most intimate of things but I don't care. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As for some of the topics, I don't know how to elaborate past a paragraph! So just read and move on to the next haha. </span></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-74111321233098571082010-11-15T11:51:00.000-08:002010-11-15T11:51:28.994-08:00Day 26- What you think about your friends<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>I have said it once and I'll say it again. I have a lot of acquaintance type of friends. My circle of true friends is very small and it seems to get smaller as the years go on. The few true friends I have, I would like to take the time to thank them! Thank you for always being there! Thank you for everything that you have ever done for me! I know that I'm a wreck ball but hey, that just gives you more to do! LOL Love you all and don't ever forget that you always have a true friend in me.</strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>***I wanted to keep it short and sweet. No single outs or anything. Those that are my true friends know who they are =]</strong></em></span></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-55196323834436758592010-11-15T11:47:00.000-08:002010-11-15T11:47:46.383-08:00Day 25- What I would find in your bagWhat would you find in my bag? GOSH! What wouldn't you find in my bag?!?! LOL My purse is my traveling suitcase! LOL Let's see I'm going to list exactly what's in my bag<br />
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<ol><li>Brush</li>
<li>Make up bag</li>
<li>Small zip bag with my make up brushes</li>
<li>Wallet </li>
<li>Victoria's Secret lotion</li>
<li>Lip balm</li>
<li>keys</li>
<li>Sugar Free Jolly Ranchers</li>
<li>Inhaler</li>
<li>benadryl</li>
<li>Food for flowers (the little powder packs)</li>
<li>business card from where I got my first tattoo done</li>
<li>Necklace</li>
<li>Hand Sanitizer</li>
<li>Book</li>
<li>Pens</li>
<li>Loose change</li>
<li>a pair of socks lol</li>
<li>phone</li>
<li>ticket stubs</li>
<li>receipts</li>
<li>water bill</li>
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I think that's it...I was going to take pics but it would be one too many pictures lolLovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-38054882022827695582010-11-15T11:43:00.000-08:002010-11-15T14:05:47.595-08:00Day 24- A letter to your parents<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had to do this last Friday (November 12,2010) and I'm just now (November 15, 2010) writing it out. It was just too heavy a topic for me at that time, well, it still is but putting it off won't help. I have so much to say to both my mother and the sperm donor but I tend to choke up when I try to write it out. But, here it goes! (for the sake of the blog, I'll do it in English but I would most definitely need to write it in Spanish because my momma was a fluent Spanish speaker!) </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dear Mommy,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I LOVE YOU! I MISS YOU MORE than words can explain. I've been missing you for a year and half now and I don't think that this emptiness I feel inside since you've been gone will ever go away. Don't worry about us that we are okay. I know how we were your whole life and many times I've heard that you are not at peace because you worry for us but please don't. You have raised us and guided us up until now and we will be okay! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to take the time to keep thanking you for being the best mother I could ever have. I know that as a child and as a teen, I was hard headed and hard to deal with. I apologize 100x over for all the troubles and worries that I ever imposed on you. I was naive and stupid to think that I knew better or to think "ugh will this woman ever shut up?!?" Now, I sit here and wish that you'd yell at me once more just for kicks...but that will never happen unless you come to me in a dream. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can't help but regret everything that could have hurt you. I live with the regret of not being able to do everything to save you. I live with the regret of knowing that there could have been so much more that I could have done to make your life better or more comfortable. All the times that something happened to you when I was there, those are the memories that kill me because I know that I could have avoided all the troubles you went through. I know that you always said that I was the light of your life but I don't see how if I couldn't even avoid those unnecessary falls and troubles you went through. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope to see you soon! Whether it be in dreams or on your side of town. I'm not afraid to go now for I know that anywhere you might be, will be the perfect place for me. I love you and seen you soon!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Juan,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I do not call you dad for I don't believe that you deserve that gesture. You left me as a child and I know that to each his own. You found your happiness elsewhere but you divorce wives not children. You divorced me too. I remember countless times that your family made me write to you and the first few times, I'd wait anxiously by the mailbox for your reply. A reply that would never come. The time your family took me to see you in Mexico, you left the whole time I was there. So much for wanting to see me right? I want to thank you for leaving my life when you did. I appreciate it because my mom showed me what it was to be loved unconditionally. She showed me what it was to live without a man and survive. Your leaving made me a stronger person today. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, I do want to ask something of you. Please stop making yourself the damn victim. You are anything but a victim. You CHOSE to leave us when you did. You CHOSE not to look for me, not to write me, or even give a call on my birthday or Christmas. You always say that you are afraid to talk to me that you're afraid of rejection. Yeah, well all I can say is BE VERY AFRAID. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The day I lost my mother, I needed support. I would have let the past go had you been there for me in my time of need but you didn't even show your face! When you did show up, you didn't even give me my condolences for losing the most important person in my life and that is something that I will NEVER forget! You are a sorry excuse for a man, father, and human being. You never stood up for what you believed in or even tried to do so. As far as I'm concerned, I'm an orphan now. A father never existed for me and my mother is now gone. I'm not even sorry to speak to you this way because it is nothing but the truth. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You give condolences to strangers, why not to your own daughter? You skipped out on the funeral and burial of the one woman you claim to have loved? Were you scared? I don't see what you're scared of if she's not going to talk back! No one would have kicked you out from the viewing, services, or burial. If I didn't kick you out from my house when you would come to visit my mom and tell her how much you loved her and all this other bullshit, then why would I kick you out from a chance of saying your final goodbye? Why not try at least? So, give it up. Give up the role of victim because you anything but. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">That's all I have to say in regards to anything with you. Until the day I take my last breath, you will remain Juan, the sperm donor. I thank you for donating but any other "man" could have done what you did. Thanks for nothing! Love, Lizeth </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">***I speak with hatred towards the donor because that is what I feel. He was never there and never will be so if you're going to leave a comment lecturing me about that, save your time and words. I've made up my mind. It doesn't take time and energy to hate him because he never even crosses my mind. It's as if he died for me too...</span></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-53736613194881542352010-11-11T10:39:00.000-08:002010-11-15T14:02:26.083-08:00Day 23- Something you crave for a lot<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cravings are one of the main reasons I have ballooned out of control! I have a really bad sweet tooth! I always want candy...Any candy haha. The sweet tooth is so bad that I rather eat candy than an actual meal. Yes, THAT bad! The most I have gone without any candy is 40 days (for lent.) Other than that, candy is a a basic component of my diet. I know that at some point I'll be able to control it but as of right now, all those chemically enduced endorphins it gives, is the highlight of my day! haha.</span>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-86236202776204985002010-11-10T10:39:00.000-08:002010-11-15T14:02:05.505-08:00Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else<div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">To be quite honest, I don't know what makes me different. I think that I possess a strong empathy and sympathy for people for my age. A lot of people around my age have not developed that sense of empathy and sympathy towards others because they're still in their young, wild, and reckless days. It's completely understandable because had my life been any different, I'd probably still be that way too. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I believe to have a great ability to care for others. At times, I feel as if I NEED to have someone or something to take care of in order to feel like myself. I feel out of place and lonely when there is no one for me to look after. That may have influenced the type of career I want to do. I love to help others, listen to them, advise in anything I can. Other than that, I'm pretty much just like everyone else. =]</span></em></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-81418984966865946692010-11-09T11:40:00.000-08:002010-11-15T14:01:10.375-08:00Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy39s3QWav7mL0jeGHQcIjWxoUOcUSciazFYT7363xqK0N88Lv-6lWKnjy9ZO8ov4-FieKErXxDajasuqntBjDMl5vxAvPPaOUgq6Urx4ViolBchqq2Sq1Pq59Bhvex3H0KKy4Zmkl9C1-/s1600/IMAG0613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy39s3QWav7mL0jeGHQcIjWxoUOcUSciazFYT7363xqK0N88Lv-6lWKnjy9ZO8ov4-FieKErXxDajasuqntBjDMl5vxAvPPaOUgq6Urx4ViolBchqq2Sq1Pq59Bhvex3H0KKy4Zmkl9C1-/s400/IMAG0613.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d;">My baby Chiquis in her Myspace Pose!</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d;"> LOL Momma taught her well =p</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Getting Chiquis was the best thing I could have ever done! I don't regret all the ER hospital bills and the money I have spent on her. She has done so much more for me than anyone could ever imagine. I got her about 6 months after my mother passed away. Those 6 months were agonizing. The few hours I spent at home alone and then after being unemployed, I spent all day alone. Once little Chiquis came along, I didn't know what loneliness was. If I was depressed, she'd lay in bed snuggled up against me ALL DAY! Not one complaint or word of offense. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She motivated me to get up in the mornings to walk her out, feed, her bathe her. I once again had someone to employ my time with. I loved watching her grow and dressing her up everyday. Now she has become more of a "Daddy's Girl" LOL because she likes my boyfriend more than me but I still love her. She brings light into my life like no other person (yes, I consider her just like a human being!) ever has in the past year and couple months. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-34038254150311739362010-11-08T14:50:00.000-08:002010-11-08T14:50:52.973-08:00Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future<div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Can I marry myself???? LOL At this point in my life, I don't think that far ahead. I have never had plans of getting married. I kinda always knew that that wouldn't be my fairytale. I don't see the big deal in having someone else's last name or having a ring. Of course, at some point, I did dream of the winter wonderland wedding with the big poofy dress, the big ring, and flowers everywhere but now that I'm older, it just doesn't seem that much of a big deal to me anymore. I do not say it in a way to put down all those girls that have found their Knight in shining armor. I'm glad that there are MEN out there that commit. I just don't think that's a road I will be taking, not at least till there's a fat ring on my finger LOL =p</em></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-87015424711606443292010-11-08T14:44:00.000-08:002010-11-08T14:44:25.158-08:00Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them<div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #073763;">Oh wow haha. I have so many nicknames that it's crazy! Every person I know has "baptized me" with a nickname or another. I think that listing them and putting the reason why next to it would be easier than to just explain in depth why each name was given to me.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #073763;">Liz-Short for my real name, Lizeth</span></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #073763;">Lizzie-Friends from high school thought it was cuter than Liz I guess lol</span></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #073763;">Korita-At 18, I started hanging with a crowd outside of high school and they named me that because my mom was from Nayarit, Mexico and they call people from there Coras. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #073763;">Gordis-My mom always called me that bc I've always been her gorda lol</span></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #073763;">Bookie-My older brother heard a lady calling her daughter that and he just started calling me that lol </span></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #073763;">FattyTissue- LOL again my older brother</span></em></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-67586640140484612892010-11-08T14:40:00.000-08:002010-11-08T14:40:08.551-08:00Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have<div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #351c75;">I think that throughout my life, I did a lot of planning and not even half of what I had planned fell through. Life gets in the way of plans and so you have to alter whatever you have written down in your timeline. I don't really plan as much anymore and if I do, they are very vague plans that are open to change. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #351c75;">My biggest plan was to start school again. I am proud to say that I will be returning to school after almost a 2 year absence to finish my BA in Human Services. From there, I hope to go back and get my masters in Social Work, Counseling something to that sort. I love to help others and anything in a field where I assist other people lead a better life would suit me. I know that it won't be easy but I'm not one to give up easily. </span></em></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #351c75;">In more personal plans and once I'm settled. (I.E. Career done and a house of my own) I hope to one day have children of my own. Being married or having a paper saying that I'm legally bound to someone is not of much importance to me. It is nice to dream of that big fairytale wedding but it isn't absolutely necessary either. I would be happy enough to just have children to call my own. </span></em></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-47644342661110322852010-11-04T12:35:00.000-07:002010-11-04T12:35:46.922-07:00Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why<div style="text-align: justify;"><em><span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong>When I read this question, I automically thought of wanting to switch with someone who has all the money in the world, doesnt worry about their future and has fun. But the more I thought about it, that person has to worry about where their money is invested, who is trying to rob them, who is their real friend, etc. If that were the case, I think I'll stay the way I am. I won't even bother thinking of who or why. I wouldn't want to switch my life with anyone I know of. My life is f'd up as it is. Why would I want to go and experience someone else's problems, inner turmoils, etc.? I'll pass on that one! I'm not happy with how things are now and even if people tell me "you make your own life and you decide blah blah blah," sometimes, you have no choice. You work where you work because you NEED the money not because you really love your job. Sometimes you stay in a relationship that maybe should have ended a long time ago because that is all you know, that person is all you have or you're just so used to it that you don't want anything to change. Ultimately, there are things you CHOOSE but some things you really don't have control over because it provides for what you need. With that said, I would just stay right where I am. </strong></span></em></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-6615449188634685122010-11-04T12:27:00.000-07:002010-11-04T12:27:29.150-07:00Day 16- Another picture of yourself<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="Lil Me =]" id="singlePhotoImage" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/84/l_f96435e5dced4d7bbe5b9a59869657ba.jpg" title="Lil Me =]" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Another picture of me right? Well, I chose this one because it was when things were much simpler. I had no worry in the world but to be alive. I had all the toys in the world and most important of all, I had my mother. I had her to hold me, to hug me, kiss me, and just to keep the world from hurting me. How I wish I could have stayed this way forever...but the cruel reality is eating me alive now a days. </span></div><br />
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Last year was my first time actually celebrating that holiday. In the past, I had seen my mom put up candles to the dead but she did it through out the year not just on that holiday. Building alters and going all out was never really our tradition despite our Mexican heritage. I tried my best to build one last year and it was an utter mess! lol I went out and bought burgers and fries from my mom's favorite place. Her favorite drink from there was an ice cold Orange Bang. So I set it all out on an alter type thing that i set up. I put her food, flowers and pictures. I also added candles. Before the end of the night, the food was SWARMING in ants, her candles had blown out, and I just felt like I failed at doing a good job of building one. <br />
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This year, I figured I'd build one for her at her gravesite but since I am at work, I will be unable to do do so. I get out at 5pm and the cemetery closes at 6pm. By 5:50, they are kicking you out and so with all the traffic on the 91 and the time I get out, I wont be there until 5 mins till they start shooing you away. I feel beyond guilty for not going but I know I won't make it on time. I hope that she understands why I may not be able to to go until the weekend. I will buy her flowers and put them in her room for now but even that seems like it is not enough. I have not forgotten her for I never will but it sure does feel that way.<br />
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To all those that build big beautiful alters and take days in preparing, tutor me! I NEED help in that department because I failed at being a good daughter and setting one up. =[ If you follow this tradition, feel free to leave me a comment or pictures on the comment section to show me your alters! I would love to see! <br />
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<u>To a mother who has lost a child,</u><u>Rest In Peace </u><br />
To a child who has lost their mother/father <br />
To a family who have just lost a member,<br />
To a friend who has just lost a friend,<br />
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Luisa Perez-Grandma (mommy's mommy)<br />
Maria Guadalupe Ocampo -My Mommy<br />
Maria E. Ocampo- My tia (like a 2nd mommy to me)<br />
Maria De Jesus Rodriguez (grandpa's mommy, my great grandmother on my dad's side)<br />
Juan Arevalo- (grandma's pops, my great grandfather on my dad's side)<br />
Angelita Robles-( My "bolita" my brothers' grandmother on their dad's side)<br />
Faustino Robles-(My "bolito" my brothers' grandfather on their dad's side)<br />
Xavier Camacho Medina- Val's baby<br />
Cathy, Aracely, & Joel's Mommy & DaddyLovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-15645846310540574142010-11-02T10:27:00.000-07:002010-11-02T10:27:48.876-07:00Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that playI didn't have my Ipod on me today but I have a lot of songs on my phone. So I used those haha.<br />
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On shuffle...<br />
1. Andy, You're a Star-The Killers, Hot Fuss<br />
2. Como Te Extra<span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "맑은 고딕"; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ño-Chuy Vega,Exitos Vol. 2</span><br />
<span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "맑은 고딕"; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">3. Supe Perder-Chuy Vega, Exitos Vol. 2</span><br />
<span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "맑은 고딕"; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">4. Linda Mujer-Lil Rob</span><br />
<span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "맑은 고딕"; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">5. Nomas La Pura Ma<span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "맑은 고딕"; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">ña-Los Cachorros de Juan Villareal</span></span><br />
<span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "맑은 고딕"; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">6. Love Me Two Times-The Doors, The Very Best of the Doors [2001]</span><br />
<span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "맑은 고딕"; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">7. Master P- Smoking Weed in My Cadillac</span><br />
<span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "맑은 고딕"; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">8. La Mas Bonita-Ramon Ayala, Te Equivocaste</span><br />
<span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "맑은 고딕"; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">9. It was a Good Day-Ice Cube</span><br />
<span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "맑은 고딕"; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">10. La Guerrilla del Teo-Gerardo Ortiz, Las Tundras</span><br />
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<span lang="ES-MX" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES-MX; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "맑은 고딕"; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Haha what a mix right?</span>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817233313867274225.post-47431399248570049132010-11-02T09:28:00.000-07:002010-11-15T13:59:56.317-08:00Day 14- A picture of you and your family<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4812713&id=739629664" id="myphotolink"><img height="300" id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs486.snc3/26583_369585559664_739629664_4812712_4652790_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">Many people have seen this picture on my Facebook and Myspace. It is from June 2008. I think this is one of my nearest and dearest pictures because it was my mom's last birthday with us. IT is my last HAPPY/PARTY day as a family. This night presented itself in complete and utter harmony. We partied the night away and not once thought of her illness or any sadness. We look like a mix matched family but we meshed so well then. Our beautiful mother and her three very different children. What I wouldn't give to relive this memory. To dance girl to girl with my mommy. She taught me how to dance and we used to get down together haha. We didn't need a man to have a good time! </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;"></span></em></strong> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong><em><span style="color: magenta;">I tried to find a very old picture of us together but didn't have time. I'll make a later post to show you guys! =]</span></em></strong></div>LovelyKoritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14141339919253985798noreply@blogger.com0