I've been crossing the border since I was 1 yr old. There are times when I really used to hate it; the lines to cross back home to the U.S were so long and tiresome. Going to Juarez with my family became a once or twice a week custom, and I found it quite enjoyable. Although the shift from this country to the other was a very noticeable one, I became accustomed to it.
Cheap food, cheap products, and cheap services is what draws me to Mexico these days. You can always get full with 3 dollars, or you can always find contact lenses 100 dollars cheaper than those here in El Paso. Now that I'm more than old enough to drink in Juarez, I do it moderately and in the company of others. Family parties and gatherings are just so much more relaxed and enjoyable than the ones we have here.
Just two weeks ago, it was my niece's 1 yr old birthday and allow me to say that it was one of the coolest birthday parties I've been to. It was just so chillin' and social that I could've stayed there the whole night.
My parents say that Juarez just isn't what it used to be. There were no such things as drive-by's or random shootings, or even raping. It was just a busy little city that was eagerly drying to develop. Regardless of it's past or present, that city just makes me happy. =)
Monday, April 30, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
"And We're Ready to Order.."
I've been a waitress for three years now, and allow me to say: three hard years.
I've been working in this breakfast restaurant ( and I will not give out the name in case they come looking for me) for a good two years. This precise restaurant, has given me the most headaches, heartaches, and backaches than any man has ever given me.
It took me a while to get truly integrated into this working environment. I've discovered and rediscovered that being a waitress is oh so hard. We at "the restaurant" have many tasks to balance at once. Just this past weekend, I had to train a new girl and she found the job a bit overwhelming. Once I'm done taking an order, I gotta plug it into the comp, give it to the cooks, refill the OJ, grab two waters and coffee, run it to table 63, tell them to wait a minute, ask 65 if they would like a to-go box and ask 62 if they're doin' alright, run right back to 63 ( or was it 64?) and take their order- which turns out they would like to wait for two more people, and I still have to manage a smile.
I know that there are much easier waitressing jobs out there, but for some reason I can't seem to leave Village Inn (oops. . . oh well). I'm so used to my managers, my fellow co-workers, and my regular customers. I come out of there feeling like I was a tossed-around trash bag. The back of my knees ache like there was no tomorrow and all I want to do is sleep. There are days when I'd rather take a 5 hr nap than go out clubbing with my friends.
My New Year's Resolution was to quit. It's almost May and I'm still there.
I've been working in this breakfast restaurant ( and I will not give out the name in case they come looking for me) for a good two years. This precise restaurant, has given me the most headaches, heartaches, and backaches than any man has ever given me.
It took me a while to get truly integrated into this working environment. I've discovered and rediscovered that being a waitress is oh so hard. We at "the restaurant" have many tasks to balance at once. Just this past weekend, I had to train a new girl and she found the job a bit overwhelming. Once I'm done taking an order, I gotta plug it into the comp, give it to the cooks, refill the OJ, grab two waters and coffee, run it to table 63, tell them to wait a minute, ask 65 if they would like a to-go box and ask 62 if they're doin' alright, run right back to 63 ( or was it 64?) and take their order- which turns out they would like to wait for two more people, and I still have to manage a smile.
I know that there are much easier waitressing jobs out there, but for some reason I can't seem to leave Village Inn (oops. . . oh well). I'm so used to my managers, my fellow co-workers, and my regular customers. I come out of there feeling like I was a tossed-around trash bag. The back of my knees ache like there was no tomorrow and all I want to do is sleep. There are days when I'd rather take a 5 hr nap than go out clubbing with my friends.
My New Year's Resolution was to quit. It's almost May and I'm still there.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Free Willy
Ah! The future looks bright!
I've been trying to find out what it is that I want to do with the rest of my life. So far, I've lowered it down to one choice. How 'bout a Marine Mammal Trainer?
Since age 7, I've imagined myself working at Sea World riding the whales. I think I got the whole dream thing goin' on: Imagine me, living in the suburbs of San Antonio. Beautiful little country house with a sunroof shining down a stainless-steel kitchen. Get up early to drive a few blocks to the water park and join my best friend Shamu for a morning swim. We'd practice our performance drill a couple of hours and I'd slip into my sleek swimsuit for showtime. We'd baffle our audience with our high jumps, smooth glides, and deep plunges. Applause would follow our act and I'd bow while Shamu would flap his fins.
This is my dream, believe it or not. This is how I see myself in the near future.
...can't wait!
I've been trying to find out what it is that I want to do with the rest of my life. So far, I've lowered it down to one choice. How 'bout a Marine Mammal Trainer?
Since age 7, I've imagined myself working at Sea World riding the whales. I think I got the whole dream thing goin' on: Imagine me, living in the suburbs of San Antonio. Beautiful little country house with a sunroof shining down a stainless-steel kitchen. Get up early to drive a few blocks to the water park and join my best friend Shamu for a morning swim. We'd practice our performance drill a couple of hours and I'd slip into my sleek swimsuit for showtime. We'd baffle our audience with our high jumps, smooth glides, and deep plunges. Applause would follow our act and I'd bow while Shamu would flap his fins.
This is my dream, believe it or not. This is how I see myself in the near future.
...can't wait!
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
A Philosophy About Death
At the light of recent events, many ideas and thoughts cross ones mind- especially mine. When these kinds of things happen- these bad things, I get depressed, upset, and worst of all: I philosophize a bit too much.
My parents always tell me to be careful when I go out. Whether it be at school, out to a party, lunch with my boyfriend, anything, they always give me their recommendations and blessings. There are many ways to protect a persons security. don't drive under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, don't take drugs and alcohol, don't walk alone at night, stay away from strangers, don't take bad risks, etc... Many things can be done to avoid a sudden, accidental death. Right?
Yet, there are some things that cannot be done. As Christian as you may be, or as careful as you are: sometimes you just die. Imagine sitting in your French class, your professor is going on about French literature while your doodling on your notebook. All of a sudden, you hear loud shuffling noises outside your classroom, the door opens and someone with a gun shoots your professor in the head...then he shoots you.
Sometimes, and most of the times. we can prevent our death by taking various precautions. But there are times when there's nothing you can do. May God have all of the victims of the Virginia Tech massacre in his kingdom.
My parents always tell me to be careful when I go out. Whether it be at school, out to a party, lunch with my boyfriend, anything, they always give me their recommendations and blessings. There are many ways to protect a persons security. don't drive under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, don't take drugs and alcohol, don't walk alone at night, stay away from strangers, don't take bad risks, etc... Many things can be done to avoid a sudden, accidental death. Right?
Yet, there are some things that cannot be done. As Christian as you may be, or as careful as you are: sometimes you just die. Imagine sitting in your French class, your professor is going on about French literature while your doodling on your notebook. All of a sudden, you hear loud shuffling noises outside your classroom, the door opens and someone with a gun shoots your professor in the head...then he shoots you.
Sometimes, and most of the times. we can prevent our death by taking various precautions. But there are times when there's nothing you can do. May God have all of the victims of the Virginia Tech massacre in his kingdom.
Monday, April 16, 2007
...And the Thunder Rolls...
I believe that if you analyze a concept, situation, or problem long enough you will reach a solution. Research, interpretation, and good ol' fashioned thinking will get you there. You will attain even more success if you seek the help and advice from others.
I have a problem. A big problem. It's name is Adrian. This problem has persisted for a year and a half and I'm not only starting to get drained from it, I'm getting ready to call it quits. When a person tells you that they care, they should demonstrate it. Our relationship was so much better when he was gone, at least he called. I'm tired of getting stood up, I'm tired of waiting for nothing, and I'm tired of wasting time. I already tried leaving; it was a plan that crashed and burned. The worst part is that I think that it's way too late to leave. I am already deeply immersed, addicted and obsessed with him that leaving would only make me feel worse. His smile is always present in my mind. Who am I gonna come home to? Who's gonna always find a way to make me giggle? When something great or bad happens to me, I find myself yearning to tell him. Adrian's my secret keeper. There are too many things on this earth that remind me of him too much; the military happens to be one of the big ones.
No matter how much I cry, or how dramatic I sound, he never changes. I've attacked my problem in many ways- all in which have let me down...way down. There's a fight every other day... My brother tells me, "How can you guys fight? There is nothing you two can fight about...you're too perfect together."
The worst part of the situation is that we indeed are perfect for each other. Adrian gets me. He just does. . . Now how am I supposed to get rid of someone who gets me?
I have a problem. A big problem. It's name is Adrian. This problem has persisted for a year and a half and I'm not only starting to get drained from it, I'm getting ready to call it quits. When a person tells you that they care, they should demonstrate it. Our relationship was so much better when he was gone, at least he called. I'm tired of getting stood up, I'm tired of waiting for nothing, and I'm tired of wasting time. I already tried leaving; it was a plan that crashed and burned. The worst part is that I think that it's way too late to leave. I am already deeply immersed, addicted and obsessed with him that leaving would only make me feel worse. His smile is always present in my mind. Who am I gonna come home to? Who's gonna always find a way to make me giggle? When something great or bad happens to me, I find myself yearning to tell him. Adrian's my secret keeper. There are too many things on this earth that remind me of him too much; the military happens to be one of the big ones.
No matter how much I cry, or how dramatic I sound, he never changes. I've attacked my problem in many ways- all in which have let me down...way down. There's a fight every other day... My brother tells me, "How can you guys fight? There is nothing you two can fight about...you're too perfect together."
The worst part of the situation is that we indeed are perfect for each other. Adrian gets me. He just does. . . Now how am I supposed to get rid of someone who gets me?
Baybeh
These days, I've been hanging out with a lot of one year olds... Especially one. I babysit this oh so sweet little girl with soft curls and a vibrant smile. I've come to notice many things about children this age, and about the people around them. My little girl is intensely interested in the Baby Einstein videos, it's funny to watch her laugh at them. She loves grapes and cheese, staying up late, and petting her Labrador. She throws a fit when I put her to sleep, but she finally gives up after a while and snoozes off. This child brings light into my opaque world.
I was at my nieces 1 yr old birthday party this weekend, and I got to hold her for the first time. Her bright green eyes and rosy cheeks captivated all those who saw her. I look around me and EVERYBODY wants to hold her; people stretch their arms out to her in hopes that she too wants to be held. I noticed that those who held her didn't want to give her to someone else either; people don't like to share babies. Why is it that we are so entertained by these kids? I know why I am: babies give unconditional love- this is something I desperately yearn for.
I was at my nieces 1 yr old birthday party this weekend, and I got to hold her for the first time. Her bright green eyes and rosy cheeks captivated all those who saw her. I look around me and EVERYBODY wants to hold her; people stretch their arms out to her in hopes that she too wants to be held. I noticed that those who held her didn't want to give her to someone else either; people don't like to share babies. Why is it that we are so entertained by these kids? I know why I am: babies give unconditional love- this is something I desperately yearn for.
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