warning x-rated material

So, since being in college I have learned a lot. I've learned that most professors really hate the way I write, while the other few absolutely LOVE the way I write and have suggested for me to write a book. (Already have one and am trying to write another. never going to sell though). I've learned that you don't need to study and if you the little common sense you have you can pass a class with a B or A-. I've learned that prof's don't give a FLUX. (nice, huh?) I've also learned A LOT about female sexuality and sexuality in general. From gays to lesbians, to interracial couples, to straight couples, to fellatio and cunnilingus and coitus and other things thata re best not mentioned.
So, you're probabaly thinking, "umm..ok, where are you going with this?"
I'm trying to understand what is sex and why women have to orgasm. Most people say sex is penile penetration. With that being said does this mean lesbians don't have sex? Or could a dildo in the shape of a penis be considered penile penetration?
Also, do women have to orgasm? I mean just because you orgasm doesn't mean your satisfied. Just like how ejaculation and orgasm in a man isn't exclusive and inclusive. A woman can be just as satisfied with the whole occasion without ever having to orgasm.

So, what do you think? What do you think sex is? And do you think women have to orgasm?

OMG like so bored!

You would think what with school and an almost two year old I'd be SUPER busy and running around all the time. NOT! I'm in my last year of school and have NOTHING to do. I'm not applying to Grad Schools until next year, so I don't have to worry about the GRE right now. I don't have to worry about deadlines either. But You would think college would give make my last year difficult, right? That they would try to squeeze all the patience out of me to see how much I can handle? Nope, nada, zip, nothing. Yeah I have essays, but as it's my last year, I do those in my sleep. (And I did actually and I got a 93. I know I'm smart.) Yeah, I still have exams, but for some reason the professors I have this semester feel the need to treat us like kindergartners. IDK, but it's truly annoying. "Helloooo, I think i can read 4 chapters for an exam. You don't HAVE to give me the questions."
Ok, so if school isn't keeping me busy you'd think A.S.A, my daughter, would. Nope, she's really good at playing by herself or watching TV or watching a show on the computer. I'll try to play with her, but she tells me to leave and continues to do whatever it was she was doing.
So, I literally have nothing to do. Yesterday I was going to my one of my aunt's house, but her husband basically, no wait, he told me flat out, NO. Then, I was going to go to the park, but got too lazy to drive 20 min with A.S.A. She HATES being the car for too long. I think it's the carseat buckles that annoy her. Finally, I opted in going to my other aunt's house. I stayed there for a bit, and ended up leaving with a fabulous Christmas toy for A.S.A. Yeah right, that toy is so annoying. It's two snowmen and when you press the button they sing something like this:
I'm gonna eat some candycanes
I'm gonna eat chocolate chips
and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS
of cookie dough.
I'm, gonna eat some cheese balls
I'm gonna eat some candycanes
and LOTs and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS...

Alright, you get the point. It drove me UP the wall last night. Well, I was thinking if only my mom lived here. I'd probably spend all day at her house. If my Mom lived here, life would be so much easier and a lot more eventful. She's my bestie, and it gets annoying when I need help or just want to laugh and their phone isn't working. (She lives in Nicaragua). 
Anyways, where was I going with all of this?
Oh yeah. Do you guys have any FREE solutions to my dilemma of boredom?

I don't give a STOOL

I'm no saint, I just want to say that before anything else. I'm not a saint, but I really hate cursing. I find cursing to be demoralizing and it kind of belittles a person. I feel there's a lot more words in the English language to exclaim when say, you... hurt your toe against your counter. Or when you're describing the man who cuts you off for absolutely no reason, or when some waitress is flirting with your husband right in front you. All the curse words you just came up with in these scenerarios have some very colorful synonyms. Here's let's give it a try:
You're walking and then all of a sudden the wall moves an inch towards you (yes, walls move just to hurt you) and you clip your shoulder really bad on the corner. In stead of saying S*** you could say, "FLUX!" or "STOOL!" or "FECULENCE!". All those sound very nice and menacing when yelled.
Alright let's try another one.
You're rushing to class/work/etc and then someone bumps into you and your bag/briefcase falls open and everything spills out. Instead of saying F*** You to the person who bumped into you, you could say, "COPULATE YOURSELF!" or "FORNICATE YOURSELF!"  and so on.
One more scenario. You're telling your best friend about that waitress that flirted with your husband/boyfriend/girlfriend/etc and you call her B****. Instead of calling her that you could say,
"And, OMG, she's like the biggest CARPER!"
"And, then she showed him her cleavage. What a HELLION!"

So you see, there's a lot of words in the English Language to use against people. You sound smarter by not using your french, and the plus is that the person you say it at get's even more frustrated because they probably don't know what you're saying, but they know you just called them something evil. Enjoy using these words and expanding your vocabulary.

More of Nicaragua

Growing up in Nicaragua definitely was an adventure. From canopying (or zip-lining) to cliff diving to horseback riding to driving to a beach at 3AM to always somehow finding a ride to anywhere you want to go. Yes, I have done all these things and more before I was even 17 years old. Now, don't you dare judge my parents for many reasons: (1) as a true teen I didn't tell me parents the whole truth until after the fact, (2) I was a good student and good kid (3) the value of trust parents have for their kids in Nica is a lot higher than here, we're like mini-adults, and (4) to be gallivanting all over Nicaragua isn't dangerous as doing the same here.
So, for today's blog I will first put pictures and then tell you stories about them. Sounds good? GREAT! Please keep your hands and feet inside this blog until it is done, thank you. =)

All these pictures are taken in Leon, which is the second largest city in Nicaragua after Managua. This is where our great poet Ruben Dario was born in Leon. As true poet and tortured soul he wasn't brought up by his parents and he lived through economic hardships. If you like poetry and know Spanish his poems truly are magnificent. Within each poem he gave a part of his soul, and that was uncommon at the time and even now.

Anyways, I took these pictures during a field trip. We were allowed to go onto the rooftops of certain cathedrals and take wonderful pictures. I never really liked Leon very much because of the heat and also because whenever I've visited it's during what is known as the "collegiate season" in which university students temporarily live in Leon to go to the University there. It gets really crowded and those kids were never nice to field trippers like us. Moving on...
There was however an extremely beautiful house that used to be a convent. It has an open courtyard and the meals were delicious. I think they're strictly for weddings now because I have not visited and every time I ask my Mom she says that they don't serve the public anymore.

NOW ON TO THE BEACHES

All three beaches are on the pacific ocean. The first two were taken in Viejo Ppchomil (or Old Pochomil). The second one is taken in Pochomil as well except it's at the resort called Montelimar. Montelimar is the most famous beach resort Nicaragua has. I've gone there several times and know everything about that place, it was like my playground growing up.  As you can see there's a lot of sand and the waters are blue. there's always waves so it's good for body surfing (don't do in a two piece, triangle bikini), boogie boarding (don't try to stand up on one if you want to keep your bottom on) and surfing. I never saw much surfers to be honest, but I think it's because you'll find most people sitting on the beach, soaking the up the sun, and drinking Toña or Victoria (Nicaraguan beers). Me? I'd probably be sitting on the sand drinking a taz (rojita (red soda) with xtra lite (a form of white rum), or smirnoff ice, or Jose Cuervo's margaritas with the tequila included straight from the bottle. Now, don't judge me on age, life over there was different and kids were taught to learn the effects of alcohol and how to consume responsibly. That didn't mean there were some funny moments in which someone would get too drunk, but hey we were just kids. Anywho, that doesn't matter now because I can finally drink legally, which kinda doesn't make it fun anymore. ;)
I went to the beach a lot; not just with my parents but with my classmates. We took maybe 6 trips in our senior year alone to the beach as a class. If we didn't go to the beaches we'd go to a someone's farm that had a river, or we'd go to Laguna de Apollo which is in Granada. Yeah, pretty much every weekend was an adventure.

I wish I could sit down with all of you and share how I grew up and where I went and what we do and what trouble we got in to. Not..that..I..ever got into trouble. (shifty eyes). I hope that no matter where I live I can instill this lifestyle in my daughter (and future daughers, yes, i'm only going to have girls). Don't take life so seriously, enjoy your youth because you never what may happen, and just enjoy life. I thank God everyday that I was able to go out, have fun, and have no serious responsibilty before going off to college. Why? Because a year into college I had the most wonderful gift I could ever ask her for. The price of that gift was to become responsible and not be as careless as before. I'm grateful that I had the advanatge of living in Nicaragua and experienced what normal 20-somethings would experience. now there are no regrets.
alright, i better go before I get all teary-eyed. Hope you enjoyed my post today, even though it probably makes no sense.
Happy Friday!

Nicaragua, my love my everything

I don't know if any of you know this about me, but I grew up in Nicaragua. Nicaragua is the largest country of Central America in between Costa Rica (which borders the south of Nicaragua) and Honduras (which borders the Northern line). It is the only country in the world with fresh water sharks.
I had lived there since I was 7 (turning 8) until I graduated from high school at 17.
I lived in the city of Managua, which is the main city of Nicaragua. I went to the same school since I was 8 and knew the same classmates since then. It was a pk3 - 12 institution, all on the same campus. I loved living there and the reason why I left is to go to college. Also, my boyfriend (who is now my hubby) was going away for college and like a hopeless romantic I followed.

I never lived in Granada (which is another city in Nicaragua), but I visited quite often. This first picture is of the Cathedral of Granada. It was recently painted a few years ago. It's one of my favorite cathedrals in Granada. My second favorite (which is the second picture, the blue one) sits right in front of the BEST breakfast restaurant I have ever been to. It's called Kathy's Waffle House.The owner is American, but his wife is Nicaragua. He is around 70 years old and she is about 30, i think? But you get the age difference. They make these delicious scrumptious waffles that are to die for. Now, I have been Vegan for over a month, but I would give it up just to have those waffles, with syrup, and bacon, and hash-browns. Oh, and the chocolate tastes better too.
I miss being there. I miss that's there's now AC in the house. I miss the sounds of the chorus of the birds chirping as the sun comes up. I miss hearing the owls hoot in the almond tree. I miss hearing the bats in the hole of my room scuttling across my room trying to get out. I miss hearing the dogs stampede outside of my room thinking there's a burglar. I miss them barking at my room when they see a light turn on. I miss waking up, going to my parents room, and then coming back to my room with the bed made and the room cleaned. I miss having meals prepared for me and eating at the dining table every school day at 3. I miss the sense of freedom I have over there. Yes, i drive here. Yes, I am now my own boss. Yes, I make up my own rules and eat what I want. Yes, I don't have anyone telling me to keep things clean. Yes, I can techinically get in my car and go wherever I want. BUT life in Nicaragua is just so much simpler. Not because I had mommy and daddy do everything for me, but because it really is. even when I go visit twice a year, I still feel that freedom. Even though i don;'t drive myself around there's always the chauffeur or my mom or dad or friends who can take me where I want to go. I miss being at my parent's house doing the same things I do in my own, but not feel suffocated. Since everything is closed in here and all I breathe is the air that the AC provides I feel as if I'm in a prison cell. People say the grass is always greener on the other side, but when I lived in Nicaragua I never cared for the other side. My grass was perfectly green and soft.
I know that someday I will go back, but until then I will have to make do with staying in Miami, right?
I think tomorrow I'm going to talk about how life was for me growing up in Nicaragua. =)

peeved

i can't let this go on any longer. I am extremely annoyed of people criticizing others on having different opinions and saying they need to read the news more and get more cultured. However, these are the same people saying things like,
"That being said I congratulate Mr. Obama for the Nobel Prize, though traditionally it has been awarded for an achievement, where in this case there is none. To me this is more a commentary on the very little that is being done to promote peace in the world today that the award needs to be given on premise rather than action."
Oh, BTW, I'm talking in refernce to President Obama winning the Nobel Peace Prize. I'm not against the President, and I will not mention which party I am affiliated to. Either way, that doesn't matter anymore because he is our President now, so party's should be something only for campaigning. that's a whole other blog post, anyways, Monda from No Telling posted a blog talking about manners. She goes on to mention that people need to mind their manners and whatnot. She is absolutely right! No matter your opinion you need to be respectful. He is our president and it belittles this country to call our own president "Buckwheat". However, I am complaining more about the 37 comments people, including myself, left Monda that day. I have to admit, I was rude, and I am sorry for that. But Did the rest of the people really have to attack me and like 3 others that had disagreed with Monda in the sense that they don't President Obama should've won? I don't think anyone needed to say mean things at all.
In reference to the above quote; there were 202 CANDIDATES! Are you telling me that the other 201 hadn't done anything to promote peace? That person spoke without wiki-ing, or googling, or yahooing. i don't follow politics, but the first I did when I found the President won I did a little research to see if he deserved it or not. I'm too far of a person to appreciate the President of my country won. I'm sorry, but it's how I roll.
Here are two people who have actually done stuff and might've deserved the other more: Hu Jia and Morgan Tsvangirai. You can wiki them and see what they're done.
Later on this week I'm going to post a blog on who they 202 candidates are and what they've actually done; including President Obama. 


I'm sorry in advance in case I've offended anyone. That's not my intention at all, I'm just annoyed that people tell others to read things other than blogs and then post stuff like the above quote.

going old school

Ok, I have absolutely nothing in my head to put in this blog. Hence the reasons for not posting in a day, or two...can't remember. I decided that I will share a page from my 12th grade diary from 4 years ago. Yes, I know I'm THAT young. Anyways, don't laugh at my bad grammar and self-centeredness.

"Dear Diary,
I was forced to come here to Selva Negra. After having Quarter Exams (QE) week, a funeral, and SAT and a continuation of QE on Mon and Tues. I try to come with good attitude. I played with the kids. I laughed, joked, so on. I watched movies with them  and everything. I already have to deal with the freezing cold here, now have to worry about my period and I have no kotex.  It's only the 8th and I got my period. Maybe God is punishing me for being so negative. I'm sorry God, but I really didn't want to come.
And why is David doing everything with his friends and not wih me? I hate it! I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel so self-centered and jealous. Thart's not who I am.
What am I going to do about my period? Right now I'm using toilet paper, but tomorrow will be my 2nd days. And that's my heaviest of days. I guess whatever. I'll have to deal with it. I feel dirty. October 8th, 2005."

last part of Caged.

The last time we saw our heroines, Helen and Kattie, Helen had just told Kattie, "He's going to kill us." Now let's continue with the story. (BTW, sorry for not finished it yesterday).

"Hey hey hey! There's not going to be any intentional killing just yet. Let's not talk about such tragic matters for right now." The man standing only 3 feet away from us said. What was strange is that his accent was perfect. Actually, I think it was a little too perfect. I looked at Helene questioningly and she just stared at me. Her was look was a loaded one and it meant to pay attention to the word "intentional". I don't if I was relieved or not to hear this man's reassurance. On the one ahdn I won't be getting murdered, but on the other what did he mean about any intentional killing?
The American, I'm assuming he's American, broke my inner turmoil and said, "Well, since I know you will not leave; just allow me to lead you."
He let us hold each others hands as he led us into the store. Helene was shaking and she kept trying to fight back tears. I probably looked exactly the same if not worse for I just realized that I probably will never see my baby girl or husband ever again.
The American liked to walk really slowly, as if he was waiting for something to happen. It took too long of a time for us to get to the back room of the store. When we finally reached the backroom I secretly wished we had taken longer.
It was enormous. It probably could have been a whole other convenience store. It had dark hardwood floors, the walls were painted in a chocolaty brown, and there were no windows. There were only two light fixtures, so there wasn't much light. I kept trying to not concentrate on the other side of the room. I had a feeling we would be spenidng quites a lot of time there and I could only hope it would at least be together.
The American grabbed Helene and me and threw us towards the other side of that room. There were two king size beds draped in a deep red down comforter. If it weren't for the situation they would look absolutely delicious. The turn off? They were both in cages. "Get in the first one. Both of you." We did as we were told and got in. He came towards us, but did not get in, he leaned against the bars and closed the cage's door extremely slow. finally, we heard the loud clank of our lives being shut out.
I will never know Serafina's next word. I will never know what type of boy she falls in love with,. I will never know if David gets re-married. I will never know what Serafina will major in, who she'll marry, what extracurricular she enjoyed, if she loved reading as much as I did, if she loved any of things I loved doing. I will never see her again.
Without realizing it I had started crying. How can I give them the satisfaction of power? How can I let them see that I actually had a life? This is exactly what men, or people, like them want. They like, they love, to know that they are robbing someone the ability to actually live a life.
The American called me over towards him. I crawled across the bed and knelt in front of him with iron bars in between us. He reached his arm through and caressed my wife. It was incredibly endearing even though I knew he was probably going to do awful things to me. "Do not worry so much. You know not what may happen. Bad situations do not necessary lead to bad outcomes. Keep that in mind tonight." The American said to me trying to be sympathetic. If he actually has a heart why are we here?I didn't ask that out loud for fear that my worst nightmares will come true.
When he turned away I stayed where I was next to the iron bars. I couldn't move, I couldn't continue crying, I couldn't do anything. It was difficult for me to stay that way, but I felt it was for the best because to cry would be a waste of time. At least this way I can think of something, anything, that might help Helene and I.
After what seemed like a long time I felt Helene's hand on my shoulder. "Kattie? You ok?"
I turned to look at her and shook my head in defeat.
"I don't want to lie to you," she said, "but I don't think things will be ok."
"I know," I said dismally.
"Look, I'm sorry for getting angry with you earlier. I yelled at you, because I was actually happy you came back for me. I was angry, because I probably wouldn't have done it for you."
"Don't worry. You don't know what you would've done in that situation. Now we know you can trust me for anything. And I'll learn that I can trust you for anything as well."
"I will do everything in my power, Kattie, to get you back to David and Serafina."
"It's ok Helene. We're not going to get out, and I would appreciate it if we just stayed realistic. Actually the only thing I want to be hopeful for is a quick and pianless death."
She looked at me with disbelief. I knew what she was thinking and I didn't care.
For the rest of the night men came in and out of the caged bed we were in. Some would ask us to do things, others would just watch. Some would get extremely violent and others would treat us like royalty. That night was the most painful night I will ever have experienced. Not necessarily physically, but emotionally. When I die I will not have died pure. My body would be tainted of other men and their impure thoughts. I will never have the grace of dying and having been with only one man.
At some point I fell asleep.
 Ugh! What happened last night? Ow! My head hurts. My whole body hurts. Seriously, what did I do? What time is it? Oh my goodness I can't hear the monitor! Where's the the monitor? "babe", I croak groggily. why is my voice so hoarse? "Babe!" I try to say a little louder. Where is he? I can;'t see! "Babe!?" I sobbed. Memories started flooding back into my temporal lobe. Shock. Oh no!

Even though Helene and Kattie are the Heroines of this story, theirs don't end so well. The night before Helene had managed to steal one of the men's pocket knife. She hid between the fold of the bed and cage and decided to keep it there until it was absolutely necessary. When men stopped coming to them Helene tried to fall asleep like Kattie. However, she couldn't because Kattie was sobbing and yelling in her sleep. Helene laid awake all night/day trying to come up with a plan to save them. Shortly after Kattie woke up Helene came to her and said, "It's over. Everything will be alright." Kattie understood what she was going to do and prayed it would be painless and effortless. Helene grabbed the pocket knife and slashed Kattie's throat and poke the knife directly into her heart to speed up the process. After a few minutes Kattie was dead. Helene then looked up and said, "God, please forgive us for we had no choice. Accept us as we were before these events happened. Accept Kattie especially for she came back for me when she was free. Thank you Lord for my life, and I am now ready to join You in the heavens." She grabbed the pocket knife securely in her right hand, her strong hand, and pierced her throat open.

just not feeling it

i'm not going to continue with the story. Obviously no one liked it. None of my folowers here, twttier or facebook. Either that or no one bothered to show me some support.
I'm feeling like an existentialist right now and is just not caring about anything. the man has totally killed my groove and i have no idea how to get it back.
Here are the lyrics to my new fave song:
Eyes by Apollo Sunshine

Unexplainable things will happen
When we really see into each other's eyes, right?
So why is it we rarely find the time
To see each other in the eyes?

What are we doing when we're not doing each other?
And why do we work so much?
I'll give you this if you give me that
there, that's all we need

Caged cont'd

We were almost out of harm's way when...
When two men jumped on the truck's bed and ordered to keep going.
i tried sending David and Tristan a text, but I was never able to see if it sent. One of the gunman reached his hand through the open windoe, yanked it out of my hands, and threw it at another car. I felt bad for the other car. I kept trying to sneak glances at helene, but she was too concentrated on the road with her knuckles almost cutting through her hands at "10 o'clock" and "2 o'clock".
"Doblase a la derecha", one of the gunman yelled. (turn right)
She did as told, but a little too fast. Both of the gunman were almost thrown out of the truck, but unfortunately, they held on. The gunman who grabbed my phone told Helene to stop. She tried to shake them off again, but they were more prepared this time. He jumped down and threw the driver's door open and grabbed Helene by the hair. He yanked her out by the fistful of hair he held and threw on the truck's bed with the other gunman. During all this Helene didn't even make a sound. I saw the determination in her face and found more respect for her. She was trying to not give the satisfaction of hearing her suffer. After all our talks she remembered that men like this only want power, and if you don't give it to them they crumble. Regretfully, they might be smarter than the average criminal and just laughed in her face. The gunman on the bed with her, spit in her face. Still trying to be determined she didn't wipe it off.
"Te vas a portar bien, verdad, cariño?" (you're going to behave, right, sweetie?) Gunman #1 said while rubbing his hand up and down my leg. I couldn't help the tears that started flowing down my face. All I could think about was how I've only been with one man and how proud i am of that fact. Now due to this egocentric, idiotic man I will forever be tainted. A white cloth stained with cheap wine. I just nodded at him so he could stop moving his hand upwards.
"Bueno. Todo 'ta bien, Ramón?" he shouted to Gunman #2. (is everything alright, Ramón?)
"Si," (yes) Gunman #2 said while stroking Helen's head and pushing towards it crouch, "Todo 'ta bien Señor Capitan Luis." (everything is alright Mr. Captain Luis)
I was trying to concentrate where we were heading, but Gunman #1 kept telling me to keep my eyes down.
After what seemed like a terribly long time we pulled into the parking lot of a desserted convenience store. No cars were parked in the front, and I think there wasn't anything in the back for there weren't any track marks. If we're the only car maybe Helen and I still have a chance!
Gunman #2 pushed Helene out of the truck's bed. He just left her there while he started towards the store. Gunman #1 was coming around to get me. As he was doing this I tried to give Helene the look. Hopefully she understood what I was trying to say. As Gunman #1 was opening the door I thrust it open and reach for the car keys. I slid over to the driver's seat, thrust the keys in ignition, and started the truck to life. I heard Helene jump back on the bed and I floored the accelerator. We were almost in the clear, again, when gunman #2 jumped on the bed and tried to throw Helene off the truck. Luckily, she brought him with her, but she couldn't make it back on the truck. I kept driving hoping something would change, but I realized I couldn't leave my friend.
I went back to the men and Helene and parked the truck in front of the store. I ran towards and Helene and held tightly in my arms, not caring what would happen next.
"Helene, I'm so sorry it didn;t work. Are you ok?"
"Kattie, why? Why would you come back?"
"I couldn't leave you. I had to come back and try to save you."
"You're so stupid, " she sobbed, "what about Serafina? What about David? You could've told Tristan about me. You're such an idiot." She sobbed.
I was hurt i didn't know what to say, but I try to ignore her negativity and said, "Serafina has more than enough people to take car of her and love her. You on the other hand, at this moment anyway, don't have anybody but me. I will save you." I whispered the last part in her ears so no one could listen.
In my rush to get to Helene I hadn't realized that there was a 3rd man standing just 3 feet away from us. When I looked up at him, Helen whispered, "He's going to kill us." Fear shot down my spine as if someone threw Alaskan cold water on my back. 

a story

I have been having the most bizarre and dark dreams this past week. They look like indie films done by depressed artists. even the coloring of the dream transition from sepia to grayscale to muted colors. So, I've decied to share my most recent with you. Now don't judge me for this dream, and I have decided to stick to the real names. so, sorry friend if I have offended you by using your name. Enjoy or enjoy my style of writing if anything. BTW since the story is so long I'm cutting into parts. Haven't decided how many, but I'll tell you if a certain part is the last one.
WARNING: this dream has some conversation in Spanish. either look at the end for translations or skip the conversations entirely.

Caged

Ugh! What happened last night? Ow! My head hurts. My whole body hurts. Seriosuly, what did I do? What time is it? Oh my goodness I can't hear the monitor! Where's the the monitor? "babe", I croak groggily. why is my voice so hoarse? "Babe!" I try to say a little louder. Where is he? I can;'t see! "Babe!?" I sob. Memories started flooding bac into my temporal lobe. Shock. Oh no!

27 hours earlier.

Well, I'm back in Nicaragua. It is astounding how often I visit; two sometimes three times a year! I can't help coming back though. Unfortunately, I really enjoy being with my parents. I think it has to do with the fact that they're so young and also if i weren't their daughter, I'd probably be their friend. I say unfortunately because for two main reasons: 1. since I love them so much, it's hard to live away from them, which ties into the second reason. I travel so much because of it, and travelling costs money. som I'm back top Nicaragua for the third time this year. i cam for christmas and today is the 30th of December of the year 2010. I am 22 years old, still married, and Sera is turning 3 in 2 weeks.
tonight, I'm going out with a few girlfriends, including my Bestie, Helene. We haven't been abel to go out just us girls in a long time. So, Helene and I convinced the boys to go out. The men decided to go to a sports bar, while we are going to Sushi Itto. Since we all do love our men so much, we specifically chose a spot in the same area as the sport's bar.
since Helene and I have so much to catch up on we decided to get ready together. I had already kicked David out when she arrived so we can get ready like single girls in high school. We even did the same rituals as back then. Putting the radio on Radio Juvenil, getting ready in our underwear and singing along badly to the songs. The only difference between then and now is that my breasts are bigger and our lingerie is more expensive and fancy.
"I'm so ready for a night out minus the baby and David" I sighed in relief.
"I know. I mean I don't have a by, but I'm ready to celebrate a long awaited celebration."
"For reals. I still can;t believe you got accepted into UT in Austin for the master's program. All I know is that I better get in next year."
"You will. don't stress about too much. How great would it be for us to be living in the same place finally? I'm definitely going to continue praying that you get in."
"thanks, hon. I hope i get in too."
When we finished gettting ready, I went to my parent's room to tell them goodnight and gave Sera a kiss. Helene said goodbye as well, and then we were off.
BEEP BEEP
"Ugh, MJ says she can't make it. She just texted me saying so," I said.
"No biggie, there's still the other girls."
"I know, pero I have a feeling they're going to cancel. you know how MJ is."
"so what? then it's just you and me, Chela."
I laughed and nodded in agreement. It turned out my premonition was right. The rest of the girls cancelled and it ended up being just Helene and I.As we were being seated and waiting for our menus, I ask Helene, "So, how has your stay been?"
"Awful! I'm so bored, Chela! I really don't get how MJ and Thelma stayed here. I wouldn't have been able stay with my Mom all this time."
"Really? I would think it'd be a nice staycation."
"Pfft, yeah right. It'' not staying with my mom that bugs me so much I guess, it's the fact that nothing is ever open! First the swine flu closes down businesses and then these stupid Sandinistas raiding non stop. I mean aren't the Sandi's supposed to be reformed? Their are pink." she said while rolling her eyes.
I laughed, "Yah, so reformed and changed for the better," I said sarcastically, "I don't get why he's still sending out his minions or what not when he's finally gotten what he's wanted. What else does he want? World domination?"
"Good one,. I don't think he could handle it. Nah, I he wants to do away with democracy, so he's trying to win over the Nica 'congress; but they're not taking his crap."
"Good!"
"ehh, not so good. Because of that innocent are being murdered and women are being raped."
"That's awful. None of that is in the news."
"Why would they put that in the news? He's trying to be like Fidel and Chavez.
"Ugh. I hate politics, I don't see how you studied poli sci."
"I like it. You know how much I like to argue, and law isn;t for me. way too many tests."
I laugh out loud, "True that."
As we were finishing up our dinner and drinking Mango Margaritas I saw Nury.
"Nury! No puede ser!"
"Chela? Chela! Como stas? Que flaca!"
I blushed, "gracias. He estado correindo todos los dias y ahora soy vegetariana."
guau! Vegetariana? Pero que bueno, y..." He looked over and saw Helene, "Mi otra chela! Jajaja. Que algre que tengo mis dos chelas favoritas aqui!" He hugged affectionaely.
Helene laughed, "Ay, Nury! no has cambiado para nada!"
"Quieren conocer a mis esposa?"
"esposa?!" we said in unison.
He walked us over to a crowded section towards the back right corner of the restaurant. He called out, "Ziomara!" Helene and I exchanged a glance and mouthed, "Ziomara". The women who stepped out of the crowd in front of us, however, was not typical depiction of a Ziomara. She was short, but her presence made her seem so much taller. She had long dark hair in delicate yet tousled waves. she was white and had huge doe-like brown eyes. Nury was about to introduce us to his gorgeous wife when we heard a commotion coming from the front of the restaurant. I was going to ignore the interruption and continue to introduce myself when Helene leaned in and said in my ear, "Sandinistas. let's go!" I turned to stare at her horrified. She grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards her truck. We were almost completely out of harm's way when...TO BE CONTINUED!

where I'd like to be in 5 years

This blog is in response to Monda's, No telling. BTW, if you're not following her, you totally should.
There's too many things I'd like to be doing in x amount of years, but here's a list.
1) in grad school either graduating or finishing up
2) if worked hard enough, maybe starting to get my PhD
3) I want my husband to have graduate his undergrad and be working somewhere he actually likes
4) I hope that my daughter is happy with the life I've provided for her
5) I hope my mom is happier and understands that God only gives blessings not burdens
6) I hope that my little sister comes lives with me for college when she graduates high school
7) I hope to have moved out of FL in my own home, whether rented or not.
8) I hope to have at least another baby
9) I hope to be a better more intelligent person.
9) To have finished both the books I've started writing and to at least have a few people read them. I don't care if they get published.
10) To have more followers on my blog. ;)
11) to still be a vegan and to be fit. Not skinny, just healthy.
12) Having the ability to become greener.
13) I don't want to be rich, but it'd be nice to not have to take out loans and not live paycheck to paycheck
14) Hopefully I'll be able to breathe in 5 years and feel settled. Right feel like sugar in cold water, not able to dissolve but trying really hard to.
15) I want to be more educated than I am now and to have a better understanding of people.

There's so much more that I want, but all those goals are to be met in 10+ years. I, of course, have a list of HOW i;m going to reach these 15 goals, but who wants to read that?

Where do you think you'll be 5 years, or where do you WANT to be? And I want to know HOW you will get there.
Enjoy the weekend!

some pretty pics

Here are some pics that my husband took while he was at the Green Library at FIU "studying". The quality isn't great, because he took it with his phone, but they're still pretty amazing to me. I love the last one especially. Who can spot the rainbow?? Have a good evening!

winkers???

I signed into my windows messenger today to check who's online. Whenever you sign in another window opens up called MSN today. I love cheeking it out because it shows what I want to know about the world; personalized news. =) Anyways, I saw an article with a picture of an owl on someone's butt with the title "Winkers". Um..., i;m not a fashion guru or anything, but I do like to look good and I have created my own hippie, bohemian style. This, the winkers, I would NEVER do. Here's the link to check it out: http://allday.msnbc.msn.com/archive/2009/09/30/2083657.aspx?gt1=43001

Tell me what you think. Would you ever wear a Winker? Do you think it's cool on the right body type? What are YOUR thoughts?