Sand Baby

We got back from a vacation at the beach yesterday. The sun can be so damn draining! That and the beer....

It was Jackson's first trip to the coast and he had a BLAST! At first he ran up to the ocean and just looked out.. it was the cutest thing. He also screamed when the waves crashed at his feet. He would run out to the water...than run back to the shore every time a new wave crashed in. At first it scared me because I though "great! we drove all this way for him to be scared of the water!" But it just took a couple minutes for him to get used to it.

Not only did he love the water. He seemed to enjoy drinking the water too! Kidding.. I wouldn't let him drink sea water. But whenever a wave crashed into him he would get some in his mouth. Yuck! Remember that?

After he had enough of the water he would head off to the sand dunes. But he wouldn't build sand castles...that's for boring people. My son loved to do barrel rolls in the sand. Now if one is soaking wet, dry sand sticks to you like glue. This was his favorite thing to do. I swear he is part dog...

After a long six hours in the hot Texas sun, we called it a day and headed back to the hotel. I thought or sure that he would be like any other child and fall asleep for the night. But nope. He power napped on the way to the hotel, a whopping 10 minute drive and woke up and was ready to go. That's my little firecracker!

I cant wait to take him again...or maybe this will be the last time. I took a million pictures so there is actual proof that I took him places.

Old School

This past weekend was extremely interesting. I got to run into a group of old friends that I haven't spent time with in years. These were the people I spent my high school career with. The people I partied underage with and ran from the cops with. I spent the beginning of my college years with, on my old red couch. We would all stack up that damn couch in my small living room, because, my old roommate(Natalia) and I were the only people who had an apartment at the time. We were the place to be...and to be quite honest, the coolest place to be.

We did the typical things in those days, drink until we were stupid....go to school, work, smoke things we shouldn't have, shit some of these people are still doing those things. In that order.

Being able to see them and realize that we are all growing up was bittersweet. I love to see that things are going good for certain people. That people I didn't think would ever grow up, are getting a hold on their lives. I realize the leaps and bounds I have taken and where my life is heading and have to say I am very satisfied.

Don't get me wrong, I totally miss the random acts of stupid my friends would throw my way. But thankfully those memories are locked up tight. These would have to be the highlights of those years:

1. Seeing my guy friend run out of a room screaming like a little girl because another guy had just thrown up all over the place.

2.Carrying that same friend who had thrown up all over the place, to the bathroom....He was a 6ft 280 lbs. man...It took 5 people to get him to the bathroom.

3.Toilet papering and forking my friends house....

4.David Hasselhoff's Birthday party extravaganza

5.Diego's mom's hats...

There are so many more, but unless you know the background to them all...that list will get boring. As much as I miss those days, I am glad that my life turned out the way it did. I get way more satisfaction in watching my son grow up and getting through college, than I did with those days...

In a weird moment one of the parties this weekend, we were all standing around a keg talking about school and life and careers. That proved how different life is these days...but I gotta admit I like it.

When Its Over Its Over

How is one supposed to know that its time to move on? I wish there was a celebratory whistle that was blown at the end of every relationship, that allowed you to know, "Hey its time to move on!"

I seem to struggle a bit in this department. Hence the reason I have had 3 major relationships in a 7 year time span. I didn't really like these guys extra more, I just have a bad habit of hanging on. I think its okay to hang on, if you think he is "the one". But unfortunately for me, at least, I haven't gotten that feeling yet.

Its supposed to come naturally right? You "feel" it in the first couple of seconds.....whatever the protocol, I haven't gotten it yet. Which, every female longs for....its part of our DNA. There ya go, I gave you a secret into unlocking the female gender, We all want to love and be loved in return. Big Shocker there!!

It's a rather unfortunate feeling when you realize you are just hanging on... but, everyone , no matter what there flaws are put into our lives for a reason. I have learned many things from my past exes. Thanks to them I know what a liar, cheater, compulsive idiot looks like...

I wonder when Mr. Right will come strolling in...if he hasn't already.

What To Do...

I have been trying to put my life in order the past couple days... not that it has been out of whack. But I have been trying to figure out which path it is going to go down. Is it going to go towards a successful career of writing and something in art, my two sought after degrees. Or should I switch over to education and try and be a high school teacher and fulfill my desire of being a high school cheerleading coach. Is that super corny? I guess I just had such a horrible coach, I know I could have done 100% better than her, so its always been a dream, a little one, but a dream none the less.

Did I just lose your interest, by mentioning the word cheerleader? That word always seems to make people go pale and lose complete interest in life. I guess they were either jealous of cheerleaders because they never were one, or because the cheerleaders were always the "mean girls" of the school.

I was never like that at all. I was an equal opportunity cheerleader, if I do say so myself. I tried to be friends with everyone from the math club to the student council to choir. I tried not to leave anyone out. Why would you? ya know?

ANYWAYS....Its been interesting. I would love to write.. how awesome would it be to sit at home and be able to work at the same time? Yeah, there are moments when I wish I could be on some deserted island with my laptop typing away...but most of the time I settle for my desk in my two bedroom town home, with my screaming 1.5 year old at my ankles. How could that not sound like paradise?

Thankfully I am only 23 and still have a couple years to figure my life out. Maybe I could be a high school art teacher/cheer coach that also teaches a creative writing course? Or I could be an artist who writes for a cheer magazine? hmm...the possibilities are endless...