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  • 21st July
    2014
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  • 21st July
    2014
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  • 19th July
    2014
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  • 19th July
    2014
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  • 16th July
    2014
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My mom and her twin sister. (Bottom: my mom’s the one on the left on their ((joint)) wedding day. Top Right: mom is on the right. So beautiful.

My mom and her twin sister. (Bottom: my mom’s the one on the left on their ((joint)) wedding day. Top Right: mom is on the right. So beautiful.

  • 15th July
    2014
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  • 15th July
    2014
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My grandparents made a porch/garden on top of the house. It’s kind of amazing.

My grandparents made a porch/garden on top of the house. It’s kind of amazing.

  • 15th July
    2014
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Yes, this is my grandparents house. I know you’re jealous. *terrified

Yes, this is my grandparents house. I know you’re jealous. *terrified

  • 13th July
    2014
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Current status. Yes, you are super jealous.  (at Playa de Luquillo)

Current status. Yes, you are super jealous. (at Playa de Luquillo)

  • 7th July
    2014
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I -FINALLY- finished my vanity chair! I bought it for $2 at a thrift store. It was wobbly, the board on the top was broken with chipped areas and it was obviously disgusting. But with a little bit of cleaning, wood glue and filler, some sanding primer and paint and a screwdriver to tighten everything back together, I knew it would make a pretty vanity chair for my room. Reupholstering the cushion took like 15 at the most. You just need a screwdriver to take it off the chair (and put it back on), a piece of fabric of your choice, some batting if you want to make it more plushy and a staple gun.  Including the price of the chair and supplies, the entire thing cost me under $10 and very little effort or creativity. Very happy with the finished piece.

I -FINALLY- finished my vanity chair! I bought it for $2 at a thrift store. It was wobbly, the board on the top was broken with chipped areas and it was obviously disgusting. But with a little bit of cleaning, wood glue and filler, some sanding primer and paint and a screwdriver to tighten everything back together, I knew it would make a pretty vanity chair for my room. Reupholstering the cushion took like 15 at the most. You just need a screwdriver to take it off the chair (and put it back on), a piece of fabric of your choice, some batting if you want to make it more plushy and a staple gun. Including the price of the chair and supplies, the entire thing cost me under $10 and very little effort or creativity. Very happy with the finished piece.

  • 6th July
    2014
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…O M F G. That moment when a link of a ridiculous picture you took of yourself a couple of years ago while bored out of your mind is sent to you that has thousands of likes and reblogs.

…O M F G.

That moment when a link of a ridiculous picture you took of yourself a couple of years ago while bored out of your mind is sent to you that has thousands of likes and reblogs.

(via sobresair)

  • 4th July
    2014
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  • 1st July
    2014
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  • 30th June
    2014
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I seem to only come here when I want to bitch about something, and I’m sorry for that, but the rest of my Internet places have been infiltrated by family. I also don’t really have any IRL friends, so you guys are pretty much it! 

Anyway. When my mom was dying, both my mom’s side of the family, as well as my dad’s, promised Joey (my little brother who is Autistic) and Aidan (my 8yo), that over the summer they were all going to pitch in to send them to Puerto Rico on a vacation. Obviously this was put in their heads so they had something to look forward to and because my family was all miserable over looking at how distraught they were. I, however, knew that this was going to turn into a clusterfuck because people were going to either go back on it or pretend it never happened and because I lost my job,  there was absolutely no way I would be able to pay for a trip. I also knew that I would need to go to PR myself because Joey and Aidan would not be able to travel alone and my family there would not be able to take the responsibility of watching over them. 

So around March, my dad’s sister told me that she was going to pay for my ticket to go and that she had talked to my sister about paying for Aidan’s tickets. Now, I stood up for my sister at that time and told them that it was impossible for her to do that because she was helping with Joey financially and paying her bills alone to boot. But of course my sister didn’t say anything about it and therefore they took that as her having agreed to buying these tickets. This makes me feel unbelivably guilty and stuck in the middle because while I was not involved in it, it is my child who is in need of a ticket.

I haaaate asking for money. And I mean despise it to the point where I would rather starve to death than ask for a dollar. But for some reason, I had to become the middle person to ask my mom’s side of the family for money for this trip. So I kicked and screamed and have bitched and bitched and bitched, but because this trip is for my little brother who is Autistic and totally has it in his head that he is going as he was told he was going, I have put my big girl panties on and asked my mom’s twin sister and what have you. Over and over and over. To this date, I have received $100. 

My dad’s sister has paid for all of the tickets to go to PR so that we would not lose out on a decent price but is now screaming at me as if I’m doing something wrong because money has not come from anyone else. I totally understand why she’s upset and why BUT I DID NOT TELL JOEY OR AIDAN FOR THAT MATTER, THAT I WOULD TAKE THEM ON VACATION! AND I CERTAINLY DO NOT HAVE THE MONEY TO PAY TO GO ON A FUCKING VACATION! I got fired. I am not even receiving unemployment or any sort of financial assistance from anywhere. Lee and I have been able to make it work but god knows how it has happened and nowhere can we afford a trip. 

So now I have agreed to somehow find  $100 to put into the pot by the 11th of this month (that’s when we’re going) but of course it’s still not enough and I’m still the bad guy. And the person that has had to hear them bitch and complain the entire time and throw in my face that while I’m in PR with my kids and brother, they will be paying for everything along with tickets. And BECAUSE of the fact that they are paying for these tickets, and I AM being forced to go to PR to ensure my little brother and kid have one fucking happy memory of this unbelievably horrific year, I have to swallow shit and with a smile on my face. 

Moral of the story: When a special needs person or child experiences loss, do NOT make them promises you don’t intend to keep. Actually, just don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep to anyone, period. 

  • 29th June
    2014
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