Here's how it went.

Since I'm too lazy to type a whole new recap of my first day of work, here's a lovely little link to the one I wrote for school.

I have a job, and now I'm tired.

But it was AWESOME, despite a few mishaps.

I'm going to try and write about it as soon as I can, but I have some feet to nurse back to health. And a nap to take.

Quotes from my tough granny.

That male nurse asked me 'How long are you going to be sitting on that toilet?' And I looked him straight in the eye and said 'INDEFINITELY.'

 [About her cousin] She's always complaining about her pacemaker. I'm diabetic, my kidneys are failing, I have Parkinson's, and I had open heart surgery when I was 81. And you don't hear me complaining.

Ay, Diosito!

 Oh, let's look at the obituaries and see who died this week!

 

I have a tough granny.

It's a fact in my family that my grandma is one tough lady. Nobody can deny it.

After all, this is the same woman whose favorite game as a young girl was "Who Can Kneel On The Hot Cement The Longest?" She would usually play this with other boys and a few girls in her neighborhood...and she would win. Keep in mind that we're from Laredo, one of the hottest cities in Texas. We're practically in the middle of a desert, and rain is like gold to us. To kneel on the cement is like kneeling on your stove.

Also, in her nearly eighty seven years of life, she's survived the Great Depression, World War II (along with  my late grandfather), the 1980s, numerous family issues, diabetes, Parkinson's,  open heart surgery...and that's all I can remember right now. I'm sure she was a warrior in a past life.

Seriously, you guys,  my grandma laughs in the face of danger and spits in the face of death.

I want to be like her when I grow up, and I'm not afraid to admit it.

I'm a lemur.

It's funny how last week's post was about me being too lazy to blog about anything because I felt I had nothing to say, and now that I have things to blog about, I might not have the time. 

Here's why:

I'll be taking PE again this summer, just as I did last year. However, this time, I'll be taking two consecutive sessions, since I need them to graduate (which will be just over a year from now). I'm both excited and dreading it.

Why am I excited? Because around this time last year, I was a size 10 and 148 pounds. Now I'm a size 12 (14 on really bad days, if you know what I mean) and weigh somewhere around 160 pounds. It's nobody's fault but mine for gaining weight, and I really want to lose some weight over the summer so I can start off my senior year on the right foot.

On the other hand, I'm nervous because, well, PAAAIIINNN. At my school, the coaches mean business. There's no way around it. We do dynamic flexibility, which is as complex as it sounds. Then we do the Insanity workout, which is appropriately titled.  I know my muscles are going to go into some form of shock, I won't be able to move, and there may even be a few tears involved.

I still think it will be well worth the muscle pain, slight humiliation (these thighs in shorts? That's not a pretty sight), and having to wake up early every morning for the sake of getting my weight down, and of course, being healthy.

Although the temptation to avoid fatty, carb-filled treasures might be a little harder than previously thought. I'll be surrounded by them for about five hours several times a week and forced to give them to others. At least I get paid for it.

Yes, my dear friends, I got a job. I'm going to be a concession runner at the new Uni-Trade Stadium in my hometown. Laredo has a new minor league baseball team called the Laredo Lemurs.

Check it out!

Basically, I do everything in a concession stand except cook---which is good, because God knows what I could get myself into with that. I take orders, run and get them (hence the term 'concession runner'), and serve them. I start on the 17th, and as is with the PE class, I'm both excited and nervous.

I'm excited because this is my first job ever. I really hope the Lemurs do well, and people enjoy them, and that they won't suffer the same fate of the Laredo Bucks, our former hockey team. Also, as unlike me  as it sounds, I can't wait to start working, meet new people and use my spare time constructively.

Yet I'm nervous because this is my first job, and I don't want to screw things up for myself. I'm hoping that everything goes smoothly and I don't make a fool of myself. Which is hard, because I'm very sure I'm biologically inclined to do so.

Let's hope that by the end of the summer, I'm leaner, smarter, and still employed!

Please forgive me.

I am well aware of the fact that it has been just over an entire month since I last posted anything. So, I ask for your complete forgiveness and understanding.

I'm not sure I'll be able to receive that, though. See, I wasn't really too busy to blog about anything.

I wasn't out saving the world, adopting Ugandan orphans, minimizing the hole in the ozone layer, or any of the things people do outside the internet.

I definitely don't lead a glamorous life of any sort, so I can't say I was too busy attending red carpet events and having lunch with Oprah.

There has been no recent crisis in my life. No one's dead, dying, or in immediate danger.

No, the reason I haven't blogged recently is because I'm so damn lazy and unmotivated. Honestly, I would start writing a new post and about two paragraphs in, I'd give up, looking for something better to do. I have about a dozen unfinished posts kicking it in my drafts.

I'm sorry, is all I can say. I will try harder to provide more funny, thought-provoking things for you all to read.

(Despite the fact that an estimated four people actually read my blog.)

If my apology doesn't cut it for you, perhaps this might sweeten things a little bit?

Let's just say this picture isn't going away anytime soon.

The profile picture evolution.

Ever since I hopped on the whole social networking bandwagon, I've tried time and time again to perfect the fine art of choosing the ever-so-important profile picture.

When I got my MySpace account back in 2006, my profile pictures were usually of flowers or things I found cute, mainly because I didn't have a camera to take 'selfies' with, and also due to the fact that I was trying to keep my MySpace account hidden from my parents (I was almost of age to have that account, but they were weary of MySpace thanks to Chris Hansen).

Once I was able to obtain a camera (or at least friends who had their own), it was finally time to reveal my face to the unsuspecting public---otherwise known as my friend list, composed of classmates who messaged me at 9:00 PM to ask if I understood our history homework.

Unfortunately, I haven't been able to find the picture that marked my entrance into the cyber world in my old photo album. It's probably hiding somewhere on my dad's old beat up Dell laptop (which should become a mini, electronic museum of the Rodriguez sisters cyber beginnings).

However, I can present you with one of the earliest profile pictures of mine that I could find.

 March 2008
It's intentionally upside down, because doesn't that set me apart from the rest? 

Between 2008 and 2009 (and maybe a little into 2012), I went through a "brooding face" phase when it came to taking my profile picture.Then I made an advancement by discovering that I could even alter my photos. Thus began the quest for artistic influence on my pictures.

May 2009
"Maybe if I take it in black and white with my black-rimmed glasses, cover my eye, and don't smile, people will think I'm so edgy and mysterious."

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. It dawned on me that I looked like I was heading toward the scene kid route, so I decided to ditch that. So then I decided to let people know that I wasn't an angry hipster by smiling and running my picture through MagMyPic.

Seventeen Magazine called, they want their concept back.

By freshman year, I had outgrown the brooding and cover girl phase. Things were different now; I had new people to make first impressions on. As a result, I went into a new era (is that even the correct term here?) where impeding my vision and giving a big, welcoming smile to new potential friends was the thing. I wanted people to look at my pictures and want to be friends with me. 

November 2009
"Arrrgh, matey!" is all I have to say about this one.

Sometime in 2009.

January 2010
A few weeks, I had received an actual camera. Now I no longer had to rely on my phone's camera!

2011 showed simpler types of pictures where I wasn't shooting for anything in particular. But I did have a bit of a problem with my eyebrows. Keep the eyebrows in the January 2010 picture in mind while you observe the following.

January 2011
Brows are somewhat normal here, a little on the thin side. Not much of a problem until I began to tweeze weekly to avoid the caterpillar look.

May 2011
My tweezers were immediately confiscated by my best friend after we looked at this photo together. If it weren't for her, my eyebrows wouldn't be here. At all.

Nowadays, I've settled for taking photos like a regular person should. I look into a camera and just smile. No hair in the face, pouting, or lousy editing.

January 2012
I don't know about you, but I think I've come a long way from the distressed artist.

January 2012
But the brooder in me still escapes sometimes.

As much as I regret the profile pictures, there is one thing I successfully avoided: duck face.

Need I say more?