H&M and Date Night

I went to H&M yesterday. After my blog writing I couldn't resist. I was happy to find they were having their anniversary sale when I got there. I was doing pretty well sticking to sale items until I found this adorable little leather skirt that I was sure was not going fit, until I tried it on and fell in love. It is the perfect mixture of girly downtown cool. Needless to say, I may have to pick up an extra shift next week. Totally worth it!

Last night I had a date with my favorite gay boyfriend, wearing my new threads of course. Our dates always include a hip downtown spot that I have driven by and never noticed that are filled with handsome little men who are enjoying quaint dinners with other handsome little men. We had a great time. Its always comforting spending an evening with someone you can talk to for hours without effort or judgment (with the exception of him judging my outfit and shoe choice before we leave the house). I did discover that the flash on my new camera and my gay boyfriend do not mix. It turns him into some sort of Asian man.

my fav. Joe's attempt to open his eyes real big.

It took 6 shots for us to get anything he even remotely approved of. Meaning I forced him to take 6 pictures that made his eyes water before him yelling “get the fuck out of my car, you are leaving me crying” and me responding “love you too, I'm writing a blog about this.”

Hope everyone has a safe and happy weekend!

Updater

Quick update on my obsessions as of late:

1. Decorating my new place. I am currently on the lookout for a colorful chair for my living room that isn't going to cost me a months rent.

2. Singing as loud as I can too Lily Allen in my car. I secretly pretend I am a hip Londoner, makes me feel closer to my sister. Lucky bitch

3. Finding an alternative to laundry. I really really hate doing laundry, I much rather just buy new clothes. Good for the economy, not so good for my budget.

4. Rompers. I know, I know don't judge me. I have found one that I love, finally. Most of the time they just make me look shorter and fatter than I, and society, think I should look.

5. Everything H&M, I want to go there everyday! According to my good friend Stacy, they make a cream for that. I'll look in to it.

6. My new Camera. I love presents from the boyfriend that you get on a random Monday night wrapped in a present bag that I am pretty sure I gave him for his birthday (tissue paper and all). Side note: he got me the one with the screen on the front since I “like to take pictures of myself”. Boy did good.

   

7. Volunteering for the Olympics. Seriously, its no secret that I heart the Olympics, I filled out an applications to be a Gamesmaker! Think they will give me a gold metal?

8. Hitting a milestone in my weight loss adventure, 5.5 pounds too go.

That's all.

I'm off with the boyfriend to see my Grandparents this weekend. Also known as the Santa and Mrs. Clause* of Southern Arizona.

*Legit statement, dude actually pays Santa at Christmas. Also gives bomb ass presents to his favorite granddaughters.

Girls Night

I have never been the type of girl that has a lot of girlfriends. Therefore, needless to say, girls night for me are far and in between. When they do occur, like in the case of last night, I have no problem having a few drinks and shaking my ass with the best of them.

Last night did make me realize that there are two types of going out girls. There are type A classy girls. The girls that are quite literally just out to have fun with their girlfriends, these girls are usually involved in a long term relationship and spend most of the night swatting the riffraff away. While it is always nice to hear that you are pretty a type A girl does no respond well to being grabbed or stalked but the club creeper*. Type A girls tend to wear things are are cute without being sleazy. All the appropriate body parts properly covered.

Then there are the type B girl non-classy girls. These are the girls that are on the troll for a man and making out with their girlfriends. They are usually wearing a dress that may have actually been made to be worn as a shirt and taking pictures of themselves making the same kissy face. The ones that are more than willing to dance on some sort of platform and drop it like its hot in their shresses**.

I am clearly a type A. but I would like to take this time to thank those type Bs that give me something to talk shit about. The club wouldn't be the same without you. Time to go make pancakes and nurse my vodka headache***.

*you know, the guy that awkwardly dances behind you for a while creeping closer and closer until you move locations or, as I do, just turn around and tell them “no thank you, I'm not interested”.

**shirt that is worn as a dress. If you have to ask, then its probably a shirt.

***the sad thing is, I literally had only 3 drinks in 5 hours and still have a headache, I'm definitely not 21 anymore.

Here we go again...

Instead of addressing the fact that I have not blogged in months, I am choosing to ignore it. Let's move on shall we. . .

A lot has happened in the last few months. I graduated from college, got my dream job and am living on my own in the middle of the city (as city as you can get in good ol' Phoenix, AZ). So now I suppose I am a 20 something trying the make a new apartment a home and not kill any of my patient, hoping it will all come together at some point and I will actually feel like I know what I am doing.

I suppose there are some new players along with some old favs in this life of mine as well. Let's review.

The BF and I are still treking along (pun intended). We see each other a lot more now since my apartment is a lot closer. I enjoy it.

Then there is the ever loved BFF who is not in the process of planning a wedding to a man that is perfect for her, which I suppose makes me a maid of honor, a title that I am well, for lack of a better word honored to have, but I again have no idea what I am doing.

The fam is pretty much the same minus my sister, she is in London for the year (see LETTER and LIST ), totally weird. I miss her dearly and have big plans for a trip in January. My baby brother is now 21, also totally weird, and is more enjoyable than ever these days. Mom is as wack-a-doo as always and is now selling Lia Sophia Jewelry, all she talks about. Dad is retired and I think becoming a bit bored.

Newly in my life, well not really new but sort of rekindled in my life, is my gay boyfriend. He is fabulous and I love him. the nursing school girls that are quickly becoming my favorite breakfast/shopping friends. My work mom, who is getting my though most my my days. I honestly don't know where I would be without here. Nurses are notorious for “eating their young”. I am happy to say I have not experienced this, yet. (knock on wood). She also gives me someone to roll my eyes at when things aren't going my way.

The other big story in my life as of late has been weight loss. It is a strange thing when you loose a significant amount of weight, 70 pounds in my case. I don't think my mind has quite caught up to my body yet. People who have never been heavy will never understand the excitement that accompanies being able to walk into H&M and find clothes that fit perfectly.

My new obsessions: Lace Short from H&M

I fell in love with them as soon as I saw them but was convinced that they wouldn't fit. I was pleasantly surprised. They are the perfect mix of corkey cute and I feel a little like I am wearing a bathing suite from the 40s when I wear them. Whats not to like?!

I Heart the Olympics

Anyone who knows me knows that I heart the Olympics. I don’t know why, don’t judge me! Sadly though, all the winter Olympics do is make me long for the summer Olympics. It is like a gigantic tease. I get really excited to see the rings starting to spear in the corner of the NBC channel, only to be reminded that my beloved swimmers and gymnast still have 2 more years before we meet again.

So instead of sulking in the swallows of snow that is overtaking my NBC channel that SHOULD be showing the Biggest Loser (my new addiction but the way), I am going to count down my top 5 Olympic moments that I wish would happen on a daily basis.


1996- Atlanta: I was 10 and I think this is when my love affair with the Olympics started. Kerri Strug vaults with a major injury and lands it! Awesome!

2000- Although they did not win anything, I was introduced to Sean Townsend who despite being a male gymnast, is still on my top 5 list (thought I wrote a blog about that, but it is MIA.)*

2004- Bitch Russian gymnast who looks like fish get silver metal again! HA! Oh how I dislike you! Not to mention that when I was googling you, a lot of boobie picutres came up, dirty hoe!

2004- Misty May and Kerri Walsh win gold for women’s volleyball. I heart these ladies and I would kill for their abs.

2008- 600m men’s swimming relay literally brought me out of my seat screaming! If the BF can watch that and still love me he is a keeper.

There ya’ have it! It was really hard to narrow it down, my apologies to the memorable moments that failed to make the list. And, yes, I am ignoring the fact that I have been a bullshit blogger as of late. Please don’t call shenanigans on me again.

*while a was looking though blogs for the Top 5 post that I swear was there at one point, I came across my post again new clothes I wanted and saw a dress from Fover21 that I blogged about here, that the BF bought me for Valentines day on sale for $7! Win/Win in, I feel! (the flowery one, I heart it still, although it does make me feel like a bit of a cupcake)

Better Blogger Day Dos

Last night at work was a living nightmare. I won’t get into details because let’s face the facts; it’s not fun to hear about for someone who wasn’t there. Let’s just say it was busy, very very busy.

I don’t know if I will ever get use to working the night shift. To be honest I am on the fence, I love the people that work night shift (anyone who have ever worked in a hospital knows the entire feeling changed with shift change), it is more laid back and everyone is more than willing to help each other (as apposed to self righteous bitches that tend to work days*). On the other hand, I don’t like sleeping all day when everyone else is living like a normal person. I have come to terms with the fact that this will be my life for the next few years, at least.

Speaking of not use to the night shift (how do we feel about that transition?) I slept like shit today. I got home around 7:40, after I decided I didn’t have the energy to make the trek to the BF’s house, and went right to bed. I woke up around noon, not nearly enough sleep considering I didn’t take any kind of nap-a-roo** before work. Went I realized I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep a mist the loud brother and barking dogs*** I got up a decided I was going to make my lazy ass go to the gym.

I am on a health kick again (still out of fear of becoming a TLC special). I must say, with all the up and downs (and downs again) I didn’t to too horrible last year. I am 30 pounds lighter and definitely feel a lot better. I think what kills me though is I know I could have done better. I have been trying new workouts to spice things up if you will. One of these said workouts requires running on the treadmill. I don’t run, especially at the gym, due to the fact that my boobs hit me in the face and I get the looks from people who look the cast of The Jersey Shore , no know likes being that girl. I drummed up all the courage I could today though and went for it. It wasn’t horrible, not good, but not horrible. I am a little proud of myself. Now if I could only stay away from the M&M’s sitting on the desk at work, shoot.


*there are of course exceptions to this.
** Nap
*** have I mentioned lately how much I HATE living at home?

I Suck at Life (or blogging mostly.)

So, I officially suck at blogging. I have come to terms with it. Really I think it is all the pressure that gets me. I mean, let's face the facts people. I come from a funny family. Anyone who knows us thinks we should be on a sitcom (it's true, we should). This is very much evident, in the blogging community via my lovely cousin and my witty sister (and my witty sister again. ). This sets the bar pretty high people. My pretty lil’ blog (more like sad lil’ blog) just doesn’t seem up to par.

Well, I am not throwing in the towel yet. So to my 2 (maybe 3 readers) stay tuned. One of my new year’s resolutions: to blog more. It’s January 2, shit, I’m all ready behind.

Adventures at The Wal

With an clear end in sight to this madness known as nursing school, I have found my self with every little time to do anything but study (I tried not studying for a while and now I am pretty sure my teacher thinks I am a complete ‘tard who should never be a nurse, oopsy.) I did however somehow find time to go to Wal-Mart to pick up some much needed groceries. We all know that I am not a fan of The Wal (see blogs past), but their prices are significantly lower and I am broke therefore I braved the store filled with babies with no shoes.

Everything was fine at first (by fine I clearly mean disgusting) I got my items and high tailed it to the checkout. I got into the shortest line, or what I thought was the shortest line, until I saw the two carts filled with who know what in front of me. I quickly moved over to the next cashier and prepared my items neatly on the counter. The cashier, who can only be described as the poor man’s B-Spears post head shaving, decided we were going to be friends:

Poor Man’s B-Spears: How’s it going today?
Ready to get the Hell out of Wal-Mart Nikki: Not to bad.
PMBS: I have to go to Walgreens after this
RtgtHooWN: umm ok (I tried to the casual look away, no luck)
PMBS: I have to get an antibiotic
RtgtHooWN: blank stare
PMBS: isn’t it weird how doctors say weird things
RtgtHooWN: umm, I guess so.
PMBS: you know like, Bacterial Vaginosis .
RtgtHooWN: confused stare
PMBS: it’s a yeast infection, why can’t they just call it that.
RtgtHooWN: appalled stare
PMBS: it doesn’t itch though, aren’t they suppose to itch?
RtgtHooWN: I don’t know.

Ok, now I am pretty sure I wasn’t wearing my “I’m in the medical field” name tag, nor was a buying anything even remotely related the vaginal area, therefore, NOTHING about that conversation was ok! I am so glad I just bough food from this dirty bitch who is dirty down south. I proceeded home to wash everything I had just purchased, cereal included. Did I mention how much I hate The Wal.

See You Next Month Then. . .

So, as well all can see, I have been some sort of lame ass blogger as of late. My apologies (again). Let's just call it a loss for the month of November (it was not that interesting, I swear). See you in December. Have a happy Thanksgiving. Eat lots.

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Tucson was a blast*, but a bit to short for my taste. This week however was very productive. I hit the gym pretty hard Monday and Tuesday, which might explain the sing in my legs everything time I sand up, or sit down, or move. People have started to notice that I am dropping weight though, which I’m not going to lie, has been nice. I can’t tell a whole lot of difference, so I finally decided to hop on a scale today and I am down 20 pounds from when I started (woohoo!).

My life just seems to be at a bit of a standstill right now. I am just really ready to be done with school I think and move of to whatever is going to come next. Sorry to my readers (who I’m sure are dwindling as we speak) that entries have been an utter bore as of late. I’ll work on it.


*by blast I mean a little strange and awkward at times, but I finally got to see that baby! And spend some much need quality time with my cousins.

Still Dying . . .

I am completely and utterly pooped (see previous entry). I managed to get though finals only to have to start a new (and final) semester 2 days later. I also managed to loose my school BFF in the process (she didn’t make out as well as we hoped). I just feel tired and alone. I think my brain in legitimately full; I am having a hard time absorbing any new information. I am in desperate need of a break. Tucson will do the trick I think.

I am toying with the idea of trying and get this weekend off so I can go down with my lovely sister to see the Fam., if not I am definitely going to make a trip early next week, the school Gods threw me a bone and gave me Monday and Tuesday off. But for now, I have to go back to hitting the books, this better be wroth it in the end.

Hold up, one more little matter I have to address: Blog Retraction. . .

The BF informed me that “light years” is a measure of distance, not time. He was kind enough however to wait until I was done with finals to inform me that I am sci-fi retarded. It is much appreciated and was probably the safer route . . . good move. Therefore I am now changing me statement from

“I just have to keep telling myself that it will all be over soon, but truth be told, at this point March seems like it is light years* away.”

To:

“I just have to keep telling myself that it will all be over soon, but truth be told, at this point March seems like eons away.”

Sufficient?

I Think I'm Dying

School is eating my life away. I always knew nursing school would be tough, but I don’t think I knew it would make me such an emotional wreck. The closer I get to graduating the more freaked out I am that I am going to kill someone when I actually have to take care of a patient by myself. My usual break downs have gone from taking place once every few months (usually to coincide with my uterus trying to kill me) to a weekly basis.

It is also getting harder and harder to juggle everything. Sadly between school and work I feel like everyone else in my life are taking a back seat. I hardly see my family and when I do I feel like I am so tired that my attitude just come off as “grumpy bitch”, I apologize guys it really isn’t you. One of my favorite cousins just hard a baby and I am dying to see them, yet have no idea when that will be possible. My best friend is going through a horrendous break up that seems to get worse and worse on a daily basis. I am trying so hard to be there for her, but I just feel like I am falling short. I don’t even remember what the BF looks like.

I just have to keep telling myself that it will all be over soon, but truth be told, at this point March seems like it is light years* away.

* I’ll have to ask the BF if that is the correct use of the term “light years”, if I ever see him again.

Time Out

I'm sleepy and my uterus is trying to kill me again. Will catch up later.

Bit of a Scare

So blog, I realize I have been avoiding you again. My apologies. I am here to avoid shenanigans being called by my lovely cousin KV.

I've had rough start this week.

Sunday night, I am casually laying in bed with the BF while avoiding a looming care plan that was due in T minus 10 hours. I am not sure how, I probably had some sort of itch, but I somehow noticed a lump conveniently located between my arm pit and my side boob(see: Lindsay Lohan) . Needless to say I had a bit of a freak out that mostly consisted of a lot of “what the eff is that?!”. The BF began the googling and I referred to my nursing book in search of something that did have the word cancer in it. All of or sources pointed to go to the doctor. Being that it was Sunday night I would have to wait until the morning to call and make an appointment, not my best night sleep to say the least. I had clinicals bright and early Monday morning and after only a few hours of actual sleep I was not in the greatest of moods, it didn't help that I somehow ended up working on the cancer floor that day (damn you universe and your sick since of humor).

I (unsuccessfully) did everything I could to keep my mind off my new bump. I took care of patients. I helped lift of 610 pound man off the floor. I even went and tried to save lives by giving blood, also unsuccessfully, apparently they didn't want my kind (or I just didn't have enough iron).

Well, my appointment was this morning and it turns out I just have some sort of cyst. They wrote me a prescription for antibiotics and called it a day. Thank God.

After my appointment I decided to take myself on an impromptu shopping trip. I found deal after deal. Here is the run down. I came home with 3 tanks, 1 tee, 1 dress (with pickets!), 1 pair of workout pants, 2 workout tops and a blazer. Grand totally (insert da da da da here) $52.00. Effint awesome! Now my and my bump have some new threads to sport and I am not broke. Maybe this week is looking up.

Water Aerobics Class Uno

Before you judge, based on the fact that I am not this lady . . .

Completely Legit

Let me just say water aerobics is hard, and yes I was by FAR the youngest person there (minus my friends who I dragged along with me). Not only were my abs and arms burning more than they have in a long time, but I felt a little bit like I did when we use to play “The Little Mermaid” in the pool when I was little (never did get to be aerial, my sister was a jerk). I feel like that makes a win, win situation. I will definitely be adding that to my work out routine that now consist of Yoga, Zumba, gym days (that I hate), and Sunday morings that consist of trying to pry the BF out of bed for a walk. I am thinking about adding a Monday night kickboxing class, we will see how ambitious I feel come Monday night.

I am really excited about how things are going with this working out and eating better thing. Not only are my clothes fitting better (kind of getting to the point of needed to buy new ones, love it!) but I feel A LOT better. Truth be told I really have to thank my cousin KV for all of this. She has done such an amazing job getting health that it has really inspired me to do the same. Let’s face the facts folks, I am Mexican, we like to eat. We are big and loud and most of our conversations start with pass the chips, por favor. Seeing KV do the amazing job that she has done really gives me hope that I can do it too. I just hope she knows how much I love her and how proud I am of her.

Good for Nothing

I have somehow not been able to stay up past 9pm the last few days. I don't know if it is the extra working out or the fact that school is eating me alive, but I somehow transformed into some kind of old’ a lady (if only I could get my cousin to teach me how to knit.)

Things are going surprisingly well this week though. I had what was promised to be a killer test today that turned out to be not so terrible. Things with the BF have been going pretty well, although, I can’t say that I have seen or talked to him much this week (see above old’ a lady) but I did confirm yesterday that he is alive and well so I am taking it as a win. The working out and eating healthy is paying off (I LOST 3.5 pounds last week!) and I found a new favorite healthy snack: soy nuts. I must say I was skeptical at first too, but they are tasty little buggers.

The more I write today, the more I realize I really have nothing of interest to note. No fun/gross story from the hospital, no family/friend drama, really my life is a bore this week. I suppose I could write about the dancing queen from Zumba class, but that one you really had to be there for.

To the 3-5 people that read my blog (mostly because they have to) have a good rest of your week.

DO NOT TEXT AND DRIVE!!

I will never text and drive again. Be warned, this is very very graphic!

Work-Out Overload

I am pretty proud of myself. I have decided (once again) that I am going to work out of a regular basis. I am on week 2 and so far so good. I am determined to not be the fat friend for the rest of my life. I think I may have over done it a bit this week though, and it’s only Wednesday.

Recap:

Monday: Gym after a long 8 hours of clinicals AND tennis with The BFF (I had the feeling that the BFF was going to bail on me, sadly for my legs, I was mistaken.) Being that the BFF and I haven’t played tennis since Jr. High School, it was mostly just us running after that ball. I was doing ok until be decided to round out our night with some sprints, let me just say, those were A LOT easier with I was 13.

Tuesday: 15 minute KILLER abs class (I almost died!) followed by Yoga (WAY harder than I thought it would be, apparently I have no flexibility or balance . . . weird), topped off with a Zumba class that is quickly turning in to my new favorite workout. **Thanks to NE and LL for joining in the ass shaking fun!**

Wednesday: I was originally planning on not working out today considering that my hamstrings are none too pleased with me at the moment. However, when I found an extra few hours today I talked my self in to some extra cardio (could hurt right?).

I am not sure about tomorrow, but I think I am going to at least try and some more cardio in, maybe just a walk though.

I haven’t jumped on a scale yet and I don’t think I’m going too. I figure as long as I feel better, which I do other than the lactic acid that is eating my muscles, then I am going to stick with it. Don’t be surprised if you don’t recognize me next time you see me as I now look like this . . .

Apparently I also grew a penis became a lesbian while at the gym, shh don't tell the BF.

Why do People Feel the Need to Steal

Hello Fuckers Who Stole my Car Radio Last Night,

First off, of all cars you could have broken into that reside at Casa de Gomez* what about my little red truck attracted you? Was it the candy apple color or the locks that even i could break into? There were many other prime break opportunities for you ass holes. My radio wasn't even nice, it once forced me to listen to the same CD for over a year, Smashing Pumpkins none the less, OH didn't know you were stealing damaged goods did you?! While I do appreciate you leaving my Cd's behind, especially now that I have nothing to listen to them with, I much would have rather you got your punk asses away from Sparky.

Suck it Douche Bags,

N

Side note, when I called my mom this morning on my silent/pissed off ride to the hospital to inform her of the horse shit that took place last night her response was . . .

"well did you leave your door unlocked?!"

Yes mom, I left my door wide open and put out a sign that said free CD player come and get it!

Why is it that my parents are the worse people to give pep talks. . .ever! Like the time when my puppy died and my dad decided to bring up how sad it was when my grandma died when I was 7. Thanks Parents! That really helps!

Dammit I just realized my bomb ass 80s party mix was in the CD player?! It's like pouring salt in the wound.

*6 in total. No we are not Mexican at all!

500 Days of Summer Made Me Sad for No Reason.

(500) Days of Summer was everything I hoped for. Joseph Gordon-Levitt was perfection as the hopeless romantic boy that could not possibly exist in real life (but not in a disgusting pansy way). My girl crush was precious, for the most part. I loved loved loved her clothes in the movie, she was really working that 60s chic style that I could never pull off. Also, her apartment . . . adorable! I love vintage so much it kills me; I really need to express that more.

It did however evoke some sort of Debby Downer in me that not even my favorite sushi could pull me out of. I blame being a girl mostly (that damn PMS will get you every time!) , and the fact that I came home from visiting my grandparents to find that my bedroom had been tampered with**. My apologies to my amazing boyfriend that has more patients for my crazy antics* than I deserve.

Anyways I highly recommend going and seeing it. Unless you are PMSing, then maybe you should wait a week to avoid crying and convincing yourself that your boyfriend of two who has never made any indication that he is unhappy is going to break up with you at any moment***

*By antics I clearly mean mood swings
**What the hell people like living at home doesn't suck enough, can I ONE thing that is mine?! Fucking felafel.
*** Just me then