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Hello readers! This is my first-ever blog post, and I am so excited to share it with you. I have so many ideas I want to express, but I feel it's only polite to write some kinda intro.. 

Growing up in Hawthorne, CA, I had a pretty cool childhood. It was like the best of both worlds, just the right amount of exposure and naïveté. (although if you ask the "right people," I'd be considered more naive than street-smart) 

My parents were the product of the 1960's, however you want to interpret that, therefor my mom always gave us the freedom to choose our own paths. Again, you can interpret that however you'd like. My dad was a bit more "particular" to make sure we didn't relive his life. 

Like most young, impressionable kids, I totally fell for the entire Bride/Princess/Dolls lifestyle. I mean, like, so much so that I entered in the Hawthorne Mall beauty pageant, just to lose and receive a "thanks-for-entering" trophy. 

(forgetaboutit: losing pageants didn't get my spirits down too much. 

I'd just ride homemade skateboard/scooters IN my dress afterwards. That'll show those stage moms.)

When I was in 4th grade (circa 1995/1996), my personality was basically set in stone, it was like coming-of-age for a 9 year old. I had discovered No Doubt and Gwen Stefani (yea, I'm taking this blog there). I'd wear leopard and plaid with kiddie-size Dr. Martins. I mean, I was pretty cool in my own world because I found this band that no other elementary school kids were listening to (I'm up against B2K and Mariah Carey fans at this point). I was a "KROQ-er," remember? That didn't mean, though, that I wasn't raised listening to my parent's music of the 60's and 70's - 'The Beatles' was my go-to answer every time my dad would ask which band I thought was on the record player. 

(HELLO!: does this not scream Gwen Stefani circa 1996? No? oh, well..)

Let's just say my school career didn't take flight, like, ever. I always struggled to concentrate and found anything that I didn't love to be super boring. Yea, a lot of kids might relate, but most could still pull through it and get A's, B's, and C's. I just gotta thank somebody that I was never held back. A lot of my childhood memories involved being "talked down to" (let's be P.C., amiright?) because I did so poorly with reading/writing/math/science/history.. uh, everything except art and recess. Eventually I left High School in 11th grade because I wasn't the right fit, and went on to get my GED.  In those High School years, specifically 10th grade P.E. class (shout out to Mr. Murray!), I met my husband Rafael. We dated for a few months but it didn't work out then because we were like, 15 years old and really immature. We always kept in touch throughout the years and eventually got back together 7 years later. How cool is that story to tell my grandkids? Kinda like H.S. sweethearts. Or not. But anyway, it makes me feel really cool telling people, "we dated 13 years ago," like it's pretty solid and we're really young. 

Since I'm on the topic of how I met my husband, I'll say this: he and I simultaneously dated our respective ex's and when I was dumped, he jumped on a second chance. I won't spill how all that went down, but I will say within 2 months of dating, he asked me to marry him, and 6 months of being engaged, we were married at The Little Church of the West in Las Vegas. I'll be posting an anniversary blog in a few weeks (on our anniversary, you know?) Almost 6 years and 2 kids later, he's still an awesome and respectful guy. 

(22 and in-love: our first picture walking out of the chapel)

Excuse me while I become a Debbie Downer and backtrack a little (since this introduction points out some major events in my life). I definitely want to dedicate an entire post about this topic eventually, but I also feel like it should be mentioned in this one as well. When I was 20 years old, my dad was 61 years old, and that was the year he died. I had never dealt with a major death until his, and for the next few years life was pretty hard to handle. There was some relief to it, but it was so hard to accept for the longest. I am mentioning it now because I believe these events have lead up to the person I am right now, and also who I'm going to be later in life. 

(I won't undermine everything he taught me, but I'm most grateful to my dad for our common interest in good music)

(and the amount of no-shame for dancing in public)

There are a lot of things that have happened since he died, most I'd love to share with him, like having 2 kids, being married, and just recently going back to school for an Esthetician program and graduating/getting licensed. I know he would be proud that I finally made a goal, went through with it, and completed it fully. 

I have always had big dreams for myself that I haven't made a reality, but I'm doing what is realistic and trying to use my resources to get there. 

Thanks for reading my first blog post, I'm already planning my second one. 

Here's a hint: Halloween!

Over and Out: 

Sixties Pixie