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There are a lot of ways I think I can express myself-Makeup, Hair, and Nails. I recently taught myself how to do my own acrylic nails, and so far I think I have done an alright job for someone that doesn't have money to get them done anyways. I say I can be choosy, just like them i tell myself they're not THAT bad. I grew up surrounded by Women that always wore high heels, even just around the house, that piled on the makeup daily. "Pa' que te quiera mas tu viejo" my Grandma used to tell me. I grew up believing that all women were like her (my Grandma), I was wrong, but I wanted to be like her. She would always wear the most boldest colored eye shadows, the most scrumptious red lipstick, and high heels that hurt you just looking at her walk. I want to be that Woman. A person that is not afraid of wearing makeup even though you're not going anywhere, wearing classic dresses with high heels, brushing my hair in an up do, wearing all the makeup I can blend togeth...

People always ask us why we go to Disneyland so often. My answer always is, "Because it's a good distraction, that's why we (My Husband and I) purchased annual passes." I feel like there are literally no worries, or burdens on my shoulders when we are there, and that's enough to relieve the stress that I have accumulated throughout my week. The fantasy-like quality that the park has to offer gives me the sense that whatever I couldn't have as a child I could damn well have it now as an Adult. Believe it or not, but every time we are there at the theme park, we always, always see something new. Disney's California Adventure is another place to get away from it all. If it's a hot day we can go and play in the small water park that is inside the park, or we can cool down inside the Hyperion Theater and watch Aladdin, The Broadway Musical. It is so relaxing to watch the free shows, and walk around meeting new people from around the Country-sometimes even ...

It all started last year when I almost died. i was diagnosed with e.coli. A group of Doctors came rushing in the room and told me that i had to choose between myself and my unborn child. I was seven and a half months pregnant with my child i already had named, Lorelie. The decision for me was simple of course, "save the baby," I insisted. Bobby's face grew blank, and white without color. I knew that I would've died anyway and my baby wasn't infected with the virus, so my decision was easy. When I felt "my end" was drawing near, I felt relief. I closed my eyes and almost in a dream state, I felt like I shouldn't give up, it wasn't my time to go, not yet at least. I wanted so much just to walk out the door and say, "I feel better can I go home I miss my little boy." My fever had passed the hundred fifteen degree mark, and a Nurse came in and told me i had to sign some papers. Staring at the stack of papers she had paper clipped in a manil...