ITS ME!!!!!

After breaking my agreement with my writer,she has quit on me.so now I have to try and write my own blogs please be patient with me,because I'm not as professional as all of you.Every time I go and read your blogs I see how great you guys write and it all sounds so good , I don't think I can ever do that.My blogs are like a child is writing them ,with all my misspell words and my poor grammar.I don't even know were my comas or my periods go,but all well I will try my best.
You know some times even my kids are more mature than I am.I wonder when i will grow up and be a very mature person,but when I try to act mature I feel like I'm being someone else it even makes me feel sad, because I love too sing and dance and just walk around life being happy.God must of made me like this for a reason,maybe it was so I can make the people around me happy,well at least I think I make them happy.
ohhh well I guess ANGIE is right after all,I am WEIRD........ :)

My First Christmas Tree

lately i've been remembering the christmas' i had when i was little in mexico, i dont know if alot of you guys know, but in acatic we didn't have a christmas tree. we would just lay a towel on the floor on christmas eve. On christmas day we would wake up to find our toys. i remember one christmas that leti and i saw what we got in my grandma's house than we wanted to go to my house to see what El Niñito Dios had brought for us. when my dad opened the door we saw the biggest dolls ever!they were almost as big as us, you could hold her hand and pretend she would walk with you. It was such a great christmas that year, but than my grandma and leti decided to come to the united states. when they left, leti waved bye to me from the back seat of the taxi, while my mom and i cried. when we went inside i wrapped myself with a curtain and cried for a good hour or so.the following christmas that i had to spend without my best friend leti, my dad decided to do something special for me so i could get my mind off of being alone. my dad went off to a field and cut down a torn bush and painted it white, while my mom popped popcorn to put on each torn of the bush so i wouldn't prick my fingers. we decorated our tree with lights, ornaments, and strings of popcorn. i was so happy when we were done that i went outside to see how it looked with the lights on from the outside. i had never seen anything as beautiful as my tree. i was so proud of my tree that everytime i would get money i would stop at a store after school and buy an ornament to put on my tree. I never got the chance to thank my dad for making me so happy that year, i even forgot that leti was gone( jk). i would have never thought of making a christmas tree out of a torn bush but my dad was a smart man that i love with all my heart. *****writers note: Its over man, she's crying, that was our agreement, no crying, i dont do that stuff.*****
and now as i sit in front of my tree, my real tree i think of how blessed i am and how much the Lord has blessed us with everything that we have. thank you Jesus for giving me the opportunity to look back and have such wonderful memories of my parents and being able to spend the years you left them with me.

THANK YOU DAD!!!!

I Love you MOM and DAD.

ABC......whats after that???.....

After 25 years of not being in school, i'm happy to inform you that i will be returning to a classroom to get my GED.I am excited and scared at the same time. But don't worry, i won't be alone in that classroom, i will have Meño by my side because he as well is getting his GED. we will start class on Jan.8th so please keep me in prayer that whatever is taught will stay in my head long enough for me to pass my test, because lately no information stays in there. i will keep you posted about this new adventure and i will post pictures of my first day of school.

ps. please keep me in prayer.

Congratulations

as you all know, my sons love music. For the past 3 weekends chongo has been going to workshops and auditions for Pacific Crest. which is a DCI band ( which stands for Drum Corp International). He wanted to be in this so bad that he learned how to play a new instrument just so he could join. so he put his trombone down and picked up a Baritone. i guess he really wanted to join that bad, because in just a two weeks he learned. well so i won't make this a long story, my chongito made it. yes he did, and we are so very proud of him. but now that he's in it, he'll have to put down that baritone and pick up a euphonium, which he explained that its the same thing as a baritone, only bigger. congratulations chongo!

The Birthday Boys

This week we celebrated Ojitos and Chongo's birthdays. My son turned 18 and my husband, well...just guess...okay i'll tell you..48...we sang happy birthday to them, although calla wasn't able to be there with us she sang to them through the speaker of the phone. they seemed to enjoy themselves as they posed for the camera and cut their cake together. Happy Birthday to my boys.

christmas concert

the boys had their Christmas concert and as always they enjoyed it. it was the last day of their music teacher and chongo's last Christmas performance.

25th anniversary...

I am happy to say that today is my 25th anniversary. YAY!!!.... thank you lord for taking me this far.I'm so happy to have made it to this day,we had to go through a lot to get here but we made it, and it was all worth it. now I have 4 wonderful kids that I love with all my heart and 3 more that are in heaven waiting for us.Can you believe it I still feel butterflies in my tummy when ojitos gets home from work,and he can still make me blush when he sing a song to me.ohh what can I say "I Love this man of mine"

bitter sweet...

two weeks ago we went to see my brother give the sermon at their church which we were invited to go see him give it. We enjoy going to see him , i always feel so proud of him when i see him up there and i can't help but think " O' Lord, i can't believe thats my brother. You have brought him so far." I am so blessed to still have my brother because the was he was before would make me think that something was going to happen to him, but lets just leave that behind and enjoy what we have now. In my brothers words, it was like he was saying someone else's story, i know i went through it but the way he said it, it just touched me. Even when he was reading what i said in my blog, it sounded like it was someone else who had written that. So when i got home later on, i read my blog and compared it to what he had read....yep...it sure was the same one.... But it sounded like " WOW" ...I just want to say thank you chuy. Thank you Jesus.

After the service we stopped to buy some flowers and went to the cemetery to visit my son. He would be 19 if he were here with us. we haven't gone to the cemetery for a while, i felt guilty when i saw his tomb stone, it seemed so lonely, so dirty what use to be white was now brown. i know that he's not there, that he's in heaven but i couldn't stop feeling guilty. i was thinking " what did i do, this is my son, how could i have left him without coming for so long?" i turned around and looked at my kids faces, i cant explained how i saw them, it just looked like the reality of death hit them. all of them started helping to dig the can where the flowers go because it was all full of mud and we couldn't find it. Martin got on his knees and started digging it out . finally we got it out and martin went to go get some water, we cleaned the stone and we placed his flowers. as i knelt down by the stone i just started telling him that i was sorry for leaving him for so long, and just telling him to share his flowers with my parents and all the loved ones we have lost. as we were leaving, we saw this young woman crying by her car. chongo was able to read her lips saying " i hate this place" and yes, i hate that place too. but as lety has told me alot of times, we will see him again. and God hates death too. i dont know, if any one of you guys feel the way i do, i just wanted to share this.

i've fallen and i can't get up...

Yesterday when we got to work we were getting ready to go to our positions. we noticed that the grass area had a lot of puddles, so we decided to close the grass that way the kids wouldn't fall and get all wet. Usually when we go out there are a lot of balls on the grass and belong upstairs, that day was no different, me and the other maria started picking up balls and taking them upstairs. On my second trip to the grass i was dragging my feet slowly because it was a little bit slippery and i didn't want to fall....i should have lifted my feet....because wouldn't you know it....i went sliding and onto my butt i fall. luckily i stopped myself with my elbow and my hand, otherwise i would have landed on my back too. but being the brave woman that i am, i stuck around doing my job with my wet clothes, not knowing that i was going to pay for it at night. My back started to ache, i was in alot of pain but i'm okay now. I'll just be more careful next time.


Nancy's Side of the Story:

Well as you read at the beginning, the grass was wet, good thing i didnt have to go down, since i stay on the stairs. I was watching my mom and maria picking up the balls and seeing how wet that grass was each time they stepped on it. In my head i was thinking " oh hopefully none of them fall down". I turned around to look at the volleyball court when all of a sudden i hear a squeaky voice scream. I turned back around to see none other than my own mother on the floor. Sorry to say, but the first thing i did was.....LAUGH....come on...who wouldn't....especially if you were just thinking that....but turns out, it was mostly her fault....WHO DRAGS THEIR FEET when its slippery in order not to fall...thats just asking for it... anyways...thanks for listening to my side...

its begining to look alot like christmas.....in hesperia...

Our lights are up, inside and out. our Christmas tree is also up, Nancy was decorating the tree while I was outside electrocuting myself. I plugged in some lights, and began checking to see if all the light bulbs were on, not knowing that one of them was broken, i touched it and got a big shock on my finger. i thought something had bit me, but no, it was just the shock. No worries, i turned out okay and went back to decorating the yard. We're ready for Christmas, the only thing missing now are the presents.....you know me....i always wait till the last minute. i hope i find something when i get to the store, and i'll need a lot of patiences with the big o' lines.

decorating for christmas...