When I was little I would accompany my mother to the grocery and I would grab a bridal magazine and look through the dresses. I would pick about 5 that I liked and I would decide that the rest were ridiculous.

The dress was about as far as my imagination would go. I never really thought about anything else. I never thought about the details (like my lipstick matching the flowers).

Even as we planned my mom's wedding this summer I never really bothered or cared to secretly plan my own.When she threw the bouquet I stood as far as I could.

However when our president danced At Last by Etta James with his wife on inauguration day I knew that would be the song.

I don't know if I'll ever get married or if I even really think it's important that I do.

But if I do decide to take the plunge Etta will be my girl.

If only the groom could be as smart and handsome as our 44th president.

An Organized Mess

My room is always messy but never dirty.
The reason I bring it up is because people are always asking me why I don't like to clean it.

Well a couple of years ago I decided to clean my room. I organized the closet, threw away old clothes, old letters , candy wrappers , and more than I can remember right now.

I organized a shelf I have above my bed thinking nothing of it.

I woke up to smashing sounds and things hitting my face. I screamed.

There was blood running down my cheek. I had cut a small piece of skin above my eye.
The "Dr." was a good for nothing asshole who left a visible scar , he did not cut off a piece of skin so the scar protrudes.

Have I ever really cleaned my room since then? Not really.

Thanks

Adios

I'm going to sleep .
I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face.


Good Night.

I'll try and post things in Spanish tomorrow.

Buenas Noches

Mexique

People get mad when I hold cameras because I just take pictures of and I quote..."crap".
It might be crap but it looks like I went somewhere. I mean everyone knows what I look like and do they need to see another picture of me posing awkwardly next to a building?

No.

Author

I wouldn't call me an author. Not even the "writer" of this blog, perhaps the scribbler (if that's even a word).

I'm the equivalent of a journal keeper to what a real published authors are. Obviously.

But , for the sake of my ego I'll refer to myself as the "author".

I always like to read the back covers of novels, where they have the author's picture and whereabouts.

"Superman graduated from KRPT with a major in creative saving and now lives in an abandoned farm with his wife and 2 children"

That sort of thing.

Well if I had a back cover I would pick a picture where I wouldn't look like myself . Like the two pictures above. I'm wearing a wig and I've edited the picture so much I'm pretty much unrecognizable.

Sinai ( my name) lives in sunny southern California with 4 roommates (mom,dad,brother and sister). She has not graduated which explains lack of witty comments, syntax and bad grammar.

She is a Capricorn but more like a Sagittarius ,she is cranky in the morning and it takes her two hours to fall asleep. This is her first blog.

Lucky and Me

Last Monday I saw Marley and Me , the dog movie of the year . I took my little sister and we both loved it. I cried , she didn't and I have a theory about that.

When I was about 11 we got a puppy and I named her Lucky. She became my child and my parent's worst enemy.

She destroyed all things in her path and had no respect for people's personal space.

About a month into her residency at our house she got sick and I demanded that my parents look into treatment. During vet visits and applying medication my mom fell for Lucky. There was no longer animosity between them.

I loved that puppy and she loved me.

I always thought I was like a mom to her. She was an angel in my eyes .

We had embarrassing moments , she once vomited on the daughter of my brother's soccer coach and she once almost used my mom's friend's newborn child's foot as a chew toy.

She was a mix of Rottweiler and Doberman with some German Shepherd. She would grow up to be a scary dog. A friendly giant.


Would is how it ends. Would because she was gone when a relative lost her.

My mom picked me up from school and she did not say anything. She waited until I ran to the backyard and unsuccessfully did not find her.

I went to my mom's room and she was sitting on her bed, crying.

I cried until my eyes were swollen , until breathing got too hard.

It was the only time my heart has ever been broken .

Which brings me back to my theory. I cried because it was the type of pain I could actually identify with in a movie. I saw The Notebook and P.S I love You and didn't shed a tear . People asked me if I was made out of stone.

Last Monday I confirmed that I indeed was not made out of stone.Actual tears were running down my face, my eyes didn't just water they overflowed.


*The dog in the picture is my grandparent's dog. His name is Willy and he deserves to be mentioned for being there at all times even when my Grandpa gets sick.

The way you know about a good melon.

When Harry Met Sally...


I saw it on YouTube and it still makes me laugh. Most of the things they said in that movie is very true.
All the things about wanting to "nail" even the unattractive friends is true ( or so I've noticed).


"When you realize that you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon possible"-Harry

The above line is my favorite line in the whole movie. It's actually my favorite line out of a romantic comedy because it's the most realistic.It's not realistic in the sense of how Harry(Billy Crystal) delivers the line ( the dramatic way ). I think it's realistic in the actual feeling one would get when meeting that person.

I guess all of a suddeen you can't wait to turn 30 or 40.

Because who cares if it's the big 4-0?

Because you know . The way you know about a good melon.

Ladle

Maybe it's not married life that does it to you maybe it's motherhood but these ( married) people have the most interesting conversations. I was listening to my aunts speak during dinner today , they were discussing ladles. According to my aunt . she lost her ladle during a camping trip and she misses it quiet a bit. My other aunt just bought one and is very happy with her purchase.

The conversation wasn't dull it was pretty much taken from a Sex and the City episode only the ladles replaced the Monolos.

It was eyeopening.

weekend

I hope the weekend somewhat relaxes me. I start school on Monday and I can't imagine how that will go.

I want to purchase a camera or fix the one I already have.


I hope you have a good weekend ( my one follower).


Wish me good luck and World Peace!


P.S Cannot wait for the Oscars. How did Angelina Jolie get nominated? She just cries throughout the entire film.

Mexico Photo Deux

I don't remember taking this one but I do like it.
Next time I go somewhere I will not let people rush me.

I took very few photographs but the ones that I took I like.

People shouldn't rush people when in a moment of inspiration.


*eyes rolling*

man in the way

The last time I was in Mexico the gang (mom and cousins) and I went to Mexico City.

I loved it, one of the best experiences of my short life.

We went all over the city in 2 days and only slept for about 5 hours altogether. I took this photograph while trying to walk backwards and this man happened to get in the shot.

I have no idea who he is but he looks worried. I also have no idea what the name of this church is.

They go together I guess.

I thought I might post this picture taken about 3 years ago. I'll post a more recent one soon but I'm having fun looking for old pictures.

No, I'm not drunk in this picture. I think I might have been pretending the photographer was a paparazzi. I hope that's how you spell it.

Maybe 1989

I was about 2 when this photograph was taken and by the looks of it I was trying to go for casual chic which I sorta pulled off.

I'm also giving the camera my signature pose . I'm told that the minute there was a camera in sight I would immediately go for the scrunched up face.

I don't pose like that anymore but when I do I get a small glimpse of what I'll look like when I'm in my 90's.

The one thing I love about this picture is the colors.

I don't know who took it but I'm eternally grateful.

Seasons

One of the things California is famous for is the sunny weather almost year round. We are weather cowards. We wear uggs and scarves during the "winter" and turn on our heaters come December.

We complain when it's 60 degrees outside and the minute it gets warm people start walking around in shorts. I however, wish we had real seasons like the ones some people compain about in the east coast.

Fall and Winter

Spring and Summer

I would be glad to rake leaves off my driveway. I would gladly layer on the sweaters and pants during the winter.

I sometimes fantasize about walking through central park during the fall .

But alas, the grass is always greener on the other side.

Where Real Palm Trees Grow

At least I think they do.

Driving down PCH. First photo ( digital) which depicts how lucky I am to live where I live. Beautiful , not bad huh?

Short and Scrumptious

I'm going to try and keep posts short. My pet peeve when it comes to blogs are long rambling posts (which I'm already guilty of) so this is the new challenge.

I'll also try and write some posts in Spanish too. Might as well take advantage and annoy those Spanish speaking grammatically anal amigos.

Photographs

Can't wait to post some photos but I first have to purchase a camera.
I'm going old school and using(mainly) film. I'm going to scan most of them.

There's something about film that makes it more real and creative.

It's cheaper too.

where the heart is

I'm really not corny but I have to explain the " where my heart lives" bit. It's not that I don't love where I live . I love it. We have summer weeks in the middle of winter. The beach is a 7 minute drive from where I live. Everything is close and the streets could not be any more safe. So safe, it's borderline eerie. It's Wisteria minus the neighbors mingling and the perfect hair.

I would love it even more if my family lived here and not thousands of miles away. My grandpa's health declines more every year and I don't even have enough money saved to see him in case anything happens.

This would be a great time for someone to invent flying cars.

I guess it's not really Mexico that I miss so much (which I do sometimes) , but the people that I left behind.

If they moved here my heart could finally move back in.

I'm really not that corny.

not really an intro

I would have to say that the hardest thing about blogging is finding thigs that inspire . Things that are worth writing about. Things wont bore me when in a few months I decide not to blog anymore because the only people that read my blog are my family members. Inspiration will be the challenge and I at one point during the day will find something that inspires me or at least find something to complain about .

Unemployment is my inspiration today . I , like millions of fellow Americans is unemployed and looking not to be.

But at one point you have to open your eyes and enjoy the involuntary freedom you now find yourself in.

One of the many perks of unemployment are the long showers that one gets to participate in. I for one, take really long showers and when I did have a job my showers consisted of shampooing and "loofahing" at the speed of light. All in all about 5 minutes. Record breaking if you really knew me.

In the course of my unemployment (one week) I know enjoy 15 to 25 minute showers on average , and two bubble baths. You unemployed readers should indulge as well.

Now, for the most important thing of all .

This blog is not for the grammatically anal. I've warned.