, of course.

the past month or so has included weddings and graduations.

here are some pictures and captions.

and introductions, of course.

this is my nephew. to the right is him at the beginning of sixth grade.

to the left is him now - an almost junior higher. (eeks!)

this is my mom. and she's my favorite. strong and equally silly.

this is brother number two (aka bert) and his son. and his girlfriend jen.

my nephew was so excited that day. ;)

nathan making rocks talk. pssst. it only works if you close your eyes.

mikey is a bonafide rockstar. just saying.

the cousins. primary colors are my favorite in theory,

because i would never have the audacity to decorate with such vibrancy.

evidently gracie and i are in agreement about primary colors.

brother and me. oldest and youngest. fifteen years difference ain't no thang.

and this is my familia. from left to right: jon and gracie, my dearest sister and brother-in-law who just moved; my mom and dad, i used to wear those shades when i was little - ray bands never get old; brother number one (aka adi), he's pretty sweet; my cousin the bride and her new hub!; bert, also pretty sweet; me; my niece, she's only sixteen and wearing heels for the first time, my heels to be specific, i refuse to let her grow up anymore; my sister patty, never without rocking heels and red lipstick, and my brother's girlfriend jen.

no little ones in this one - they are running around on the golfcourse.

patty is so slick. did i not say mikey was a rockstar?

oh, there are the little ones.

that's it folks.

thanks for bearing with me.

and for putting up with sideways pictures.

happy monday!

dream light

today i am thankful for

waking up to wistful whistling of birds

rather than the steely jackhammering of construction workers.

the translucence of my curtains

and the dream light that escapes through them.

the satisfactory state between sleep and awake,

it's like a perfectly warm bath.

icy smoothies with pinapples from the philippines,

pomegranates from the middle east,

and strawberries from the central coast of the

red, white, and blue.

the bigness of the universe

and the tinyness of me.

the noon sun has yet to rise.

so many more things to be thankful for, to be thankful in.

fruit with my fruit

last week i ran three times.

(success!)

my mom proceeded to purchase mcdonalds for dinner.
my dinner the next night? del taco.
and although i attempted to start and end the day with eating fruit it kind of went downhill from there.
at night my strawberries were accompanied with about 800 calories of nutella.

(200 calories per tbsp, really?)

but it's so misty outside this morning. (seriously July, is this all you have to offer me? you are acting awfully like November as of late. it's not that i don't like November, it's just that she's so cold and bitter sometimes. please don't forsake your goodnatured smile and trade it in for cloudy thinking and the thick fog of uncertainty.) and they are doing major construction on my street. i woke up at eight. promise! so instead of running i stretched and did some crunches. even though stretching felt so great i could have ended there.

i love fruit smoothies. not shakes because the dairy just feels so heavy in my stomach. so this morning i took strawberries, oranges, a small piece of grapefruit and blended it. and what did i have with my fruit smoothie? a banana of course!

what's better than starting off the morning having fruit with my fruit?

and does anybody remember this hey arnold episode?

i miss well formulated cartoons. nickelodeon hit it's peak in the early 1990's, obviously.

not being around

my sister gracie and her husband are moving away tomorrow.

nine hours north.

my highschool graduation.

two years ago.

this past christmas.

we love to be silly.

today is their "sending away" party and we stayed up late last night decorating and woke up early this morning to finish up. an hour from now family and friends will be pulling up. and laughter will echo throughout the hallways. there will be tears no doubt.

but new beginnings are always so fun.

i love them so.

[pictures will be up soon.

and i mean a lot.]

i can't imagine my sister not being around.

but today she is here.

insecurities

sometimes my insecurities keep me from making friends.

true story.

hopscotch

afternoons in the park with my two nephews:

exquisite.

chalk.

jungle gym.

woodchips.

shade for days.

faulty kite.

making friends with other seven year olds.

hopscotch.

the "invisible wind shaking the palm trees."

swings.

pretend treasure hunts.

(raging rivers and scary snakes included).

my oldest* nephew, mikey, and i resolved to write music on the sidewalks of the park next week with chalk. what a wonderful idea! prepare yourself to be blown away because it shall be documented.

*oldest meaning twelve. eight years younger, but just like a brother.

did i mention he just finished elementary school?

ay yi yi. (mexican roots) i can't imagine this little one in middle school.

the conclusion

three weeks ago my heart beat vehemently as i did twenty minutes of cardio.

any attempt at physical activity since then has been quickly averted.

however, this past friday i ran with two friends:

rudy (from here on out referred to as el segundo) and josh (no nickname, yet).

the mission:

two miles.

run one. walk the other.

don't forget to stretch.

the result:

being sore for three days straight.

a headache during the run.

and after the run.

did i mention being sore?

the conclusion:

i am out of shape.

big time.

so i need to move more. my niece refuses to be my running partner. i've accepted it. moved on. and suppose running alone is the right thing to do for now.

here are my plans:

run three days a week. two miles each time until i can completely run both. then we'll up it?

weights for my arms. five pounders please? some mini workout sessions from exercise tv. don't judge. and sit ups/crunches. the usual summer rush to get toned for that two piece. hah.

actually, two piece aside, the hard work it takes to make sure i treat my body right and stay healthy.

because this is far more important than that bikini.

almost: a story of a room in transition

my room is almost done.

a week ago i spent about five hours painting a floral-esque design on my wall. of course if it were not for my friend michael it would have not been done in five hours. maybe fifteen. but never five. oh! and after some purusing about ikea with the mother i decided on curtains which inspired said floral-esque design. and who can resist ikea's organizational boxes that make the messiest young lady seem put together? not i. especially when they provide the opportunity to label them.

take a peek:

the curtains. and 99 cent mustard colored ribbon. a steal.

insert thrift store chair (yet to be found) in empty space.

scale back a few feet. standing on my bed.

blank wall....

closeups

::drumroll::

the whole thing.

and some.

i.e. branches from behind my bed and vines from my ceiling.

oh!

and look at this two dollar frame. spray painted of course.

artistic, eh?

:P

things yet to be purchased:

bedding.

reading chair.

rug.

adieu!

stores that are notorious

i do love the endless possibilities for creativity when it comes to dressing oneself.

but i have not the money to indulge at any store, no matter how economical it may be.

yet, i find myself spending far too much money at stores that are notorious for emptying the money one has on them (and the money one wishes they had on them).

are they wonderfully delicious finds?

yes.

will i wear these pieces out like my only pair of black flats?

yes.

was it wise of me to buy these items?

yes. i mean no.

*slaps self on hand*

so i make a pact with myself and with you, dear blog:

i will not purchase any clothing items (accessories and shoes included)

until september.

i do need a white purse. and to fix the strap on my black one.

but corporate world who tells me i need these clothes to be someone?

i bid you farewell.

because my pocketbook cannot take another hit.

and what i wear, regardless the fantastic fit or precocious pattern, does not define me.

just saying.

unabashedly severed

it seems i have a fetish with words beginning with "u" that until now has gone undetected.

because all of my posts thus far for the month of june - the action packed three - have begun with the much loved "u."

you see, the "u"'s have ultimately usurped prospective blog titles from their unassuming counterparts, they have upstaged twenty five others and ushered in a new reign, they have unabashedly severed the umbilical cord of the immature and defenseless.

but with utmost sincerity they acknowledge their unacceptabe behavior and insatiable desire for power.

they will step down abdicating both throne and short-lived fame.

it is big of them to do that, you know. let others have their chance.

that is precisely why i love them so.

until we meet again, fair "u."

p.s.

i do love to personify anything and everything.

bad habit? perhaps. entertaining? slightly. :)

unsorted socks

dear children whose toes i will play "this little piggy..." with,

today i washed all of my clothes. and there wasn't one thing left in the dirty hamper! you probably don't believe me because normally i have dirty clothes in the hamper and on my floor. but i promise. i washed dark clothes. light clothes. white clothes. and even some blankets (that were quickly tucked away in the lovely linda).

i forgot to mention that i washed all the socks i could find.

there are six pairs of feet in this household.

enough said.

i decided that you will wear different brand socks than your sister(s) or brother(s). or i will mark whos are who with a permanent marker. because i still have unsorted socks in a bag. socks that have no match. patterned socks. colored socks. and far too many white socks. socks that are too small. or socks i've had for years. what do you do with old socks? do you give them away? throw them away? i do hope i've figured this out by now. but these are the inconsequential questions of a twenty year old. one day i will be full grown.

i just wrote to tell you that everything about you

(even the socks that you slip on)

is significant.

and aside from the cheesiness between each syllable, please do remember.

sincerely,

a young girl who is becoming cleaner each day for herself

unrecognizable

let us stop squinting our eyes and licking our pursed lips.

we are prostituting ourselves to the dead things.

those that do not speak. or hear. those that are dust.

comprised of flakes, miniscule particles of malicious mites.

blown off the windowsill by our anxious laughter.

there is no peace in this.

we have become unrecognizable. the truth is not in us.

prisoners to our illusory freedom.

with lashes curled we attempt to lure the affection of others.

adoration was never ours. we were loved poorly.

and rejection has twisted us out of alignment ever since.

but the breath of Love has been on our eyelids all along.

since the booming voice called out to the brooding darkness,

Love has been summoning us home.

utmost importance

before spring came and the sun conquered its bashfullness* i bought a new umbrella. the see through kind that look like bubble ufos.

exhibit a

my favorite part is that while my shoulders, labtop, purse, and face are perfectly protected, they are not veiled by my umbrella. this is beneficial for two reasons:

1. i can see where i am going. this is very important because i already tend to trip over myself as it is. walking is tricky sometimes.

2. i can smile at passerbys through my umbrella. this is of utmost importance.

enter umbrella metaphor:

they are particularly useful when it begins to sprinkle and you've done your hair just right. or you are holding prized possessions. but when it comes to His grace - His grace that is everywhere - they must be folded and put away lest we want to limit His grace from soaking our lives and heart. yes, our umbrellas will effectively keep His showers of goodness shut out. they will enable us to keep our distance from Him. but sometimes the brave (and wet) thing to do is to surrender to the refreshing rains of His grace. and become saturated, not withholding any part with our manmade mechnisms that protect our wounds and nurse our false selves.

this is of utmost importance.

* as of late june has been teasing the sun for its brightness saying things like "you are too yellow" or "no one appreciates your warmth." but with some coaxing i'm sure she will come out from behind her concrete walls.

write

it isn't quite summer until all days have been marinated in the southern california sun, which gives me the excuse and pleasure of going to sleep with oversized sweaters, school sweats, and fuzzy christmas socks. but soon enough it will be seventy plus every day and the beach will be a frequent destination (before i find a day job, of course). i must remind myself to wear sunscreen. even if the water is too cold. and the sky is cloudy. because, dear friends, my scalp is peeling. unattractive. quite.

however, my room will be done this summer.

i am determined to not waste the free time i have by just lounging. although, "just lounging" can be so beneficial. so facebook? you might be missing me every so often. but when i do see you it will be short and sweet. don't beat yourself over the head. it isn't you, it's me. cold case re-runs on tbs? dvr will ensure our meeting again.

isn't it time we write our resolutions on our hands and feet?

...

i would love to jump into this picture.

(blue skadoo, we can too)

ring any bells?^

indulgent: a story of a room in transition

i made the choice to redecorate my room last summer.

needless to say all i did was paint the walls and buy a few items that never made it out of the bag.

lack of motivation had a lot to do with it. but after going to a few thriftshops with my friend last week and seeing those items vamped up and displayed in his room within two days, i was shocked at my own slothfulness. school is out and i have yet to find a job.

so what exactly is holding me back?

oh, yes. the massive, pokey blob in my corner.

the mess that requires sorting through.

but it has been tackled (mostly).

and removed (rather relocated to opposite side of my room).

here are a few new additions:

meet linda.

colored pencils!

tissue paper, stationary, pastels, creative book of ideas, spray paint.

to add: box of old pictures and cards.

underneath this pull out "drawer" are blankets upon blankets filling the entire trunk.

did i mention she looked like this?

enter the xacto knife (cut out that dark brown tarp), sand paper, and a great friend:

victorious. isn't she a beaut?

oh and update on the oragami cranes?

here is that corner now:

the frames are all thrift store finds (one stinking dollar each!).

the wooden ones have been spray painted.

here are some close ups of the frames:

little prince trace. mothers days petals. bird prints.

pictures of romance. hymn.

pictures from books. bird print.

He is faithful. Costa Rican moolah.

bird print. book cover (two lines from a children's poem: "i want to write about things that aren't real. i want to write about floweres that talk"). He loves us. and a pullout from my nephews book. the messy room and stern finger and stubborn face could not be more true to my own experience.

...

that was a rather indulget post. my sincerest apologies.

but allow me one last picture as i am quite unsure what to do with this snippet of wall.

any ideas?

the best time

a few things on my to-do list:

.know the Father's voice better by abiding

.spend time with my niece and nephew before they move out

.draw, not because i am good but because it is good for me

.finish my bedroom (this encompasses a whole other list)

.improve my posture before i look like a wilted flower the rest of my life

.be deliberate about where my thoughts take me because the past can dictate what i do and how i feel if i allow it to

.write songs, even if no one will ever hear them

.run, and keep on running

.be frugal, not cheap

.stand firm in who i am created to be, even if it's strange or silly

.keep my room clean for more than three days

.stop being movtivated by fear and rejection

.readreadread

.invest in friendships

.get a job (preferably with kids!)

i'm sure there is more. but that is all i can think of.

summer is the best time to cross things off of a list.