Final blog post... Well maybe

Well this is it. I sound like Michael Jackson’s last concert tour. This my official last blog entry assigned by my English class. When I first heard that this course required us to create a blog,I must say I was ecstatic. Finally a place I could rant about my life. I must say it was a really fun experience but I found it annoying to conform to the “ limit 500 words”. Found a lot of satisfaction in seeing people's comments below my entries. I really tried making my entries as entertaining as possible. Perhaps I will continue to write, mostly about my funny adventures and art. I really enjoyed reading everyone's blogs and will like to wish everyone a great summer and best wishes in life after “English 101”.

Fun times with the art lovers



Edgar

Nick and I

Stephanie and her sister Donna

People may describe me as the fun loving type. Go ahead call me the spark to your life, the sprinkles to your cupcake. So this may prove to be difficult, to pick from the several occasions that fun factor was at hand. The most recent account of myself having fun occurred this semester. Despite the fact I no longer had my friends in any of my classes, I still manage to visit them during their art classes. Edgar, Donna,Stephanie,Nick and I took a painting class together last semester. Edgar and Donna and Stephanie I had been already be acquainted with each other from previous semesters. I had meet Nick during our drawing class. We soon became good friends;often cracking jokes and creating unnecessary drama! During this semester I was invited to join the class field trip to Oxnard's downtown art museum the “Carnegie Art Museum”. Needless to say I was super excited to visit this place I had pass by a billion times. We had to carpool with our mutual friend Rachel and her huge white van. It was so neat being among my friends in a different atmosphere beyond the classroom setting. We grand ole time observing the art pieces and taking photographs. Afterword we had a short lunch break. I pitch to visit the “Ghettoest place in Oxnard” for lunch. My friends were hesitant to go,claiming we would get mugged or attack by homeless people. Somehow I manage to convince them to give this place a chance. When we arrive the group split up, Edgar and Rachel went to the hot food counter and orderded one of the greasiest tacos I have ever seen. While Nick, Donna, Stephanie and I lined up to order Mexican style ice cream. When are orders were fulfilled we sat together in a beautifully decorated table and chairs. A wooden table with the table tops decorated with hand painted Mexican titles and bright colored metal chairs. We had our usual conversations that always end with people staring at us for being too loud. Edgar usually controlled the conversation often quoting the movie “Mean Girls” and the rest of us laughing at his colorful antics/comments. The ice cream was the creamiest and most delicious ice cream I've ever had,Coconut and melon flavor. Beyond the yummy food we had, I was in the company by of most wonderful people I have ever meet. These are the moments I truly have a great time. No need for loud music or a party environment. There nothing better than being among friends,art and food.

 

The Important people in my life

My beloved mother eating "Corn" flavored ice cream in her last trip to
Mexico.

One person who are important to me is my mother. I'm sure I'm not the only person how is writing about their mother. What can I say, I spend nine months inside of her womb. Talk about an intimate bond. My mom is of short stature and on some days a short temper. She has round figure and large brown eyes. Her skin reminds me of beautiful red clay pots and her she has long thin jet black hair with a couple of blades of gray. She is the queen of the kitchen and a lover of lively music. Dresses are her daily uniform. My Mother has been the engine of our home, things around the house would not run smoothly with her. She often bosses us around round,but I can truly say I respect her. She is wise and hospitable. My mother is the type of person that will always invite guest over for a meal. Guest will rave about how well she treats her guest when they come over. She puts a great deal of attention in meal planning and making people feel at home and appreciated. In one a occasion she prepared a great big turkey (Yucatean style) for guest that visited from Las Vegas. I inspire to be one day as hospitable as mother (When I get married and own a home).

That's my aunt on right.

Another element that is important to my life is my beloved aunt Emilia. She was been living with us since I was born. I see her as a second mother. On the days that both of my parents work she was the one that would feed and clothed us and take care of my brother and I . She has been described as the “life of the party”. The proud owner of the loudest laugh of my family. My aunt has been a great asset to our family, often helping with the laundry and bills. She is a pudgy women with dark skin. Her hair is shoulder length and styled in lose curls. She is beloved by her friends and bosses. The type of person that will leave a smile on your face. One moment that shines above the rest is that occasion that we visited our local “Dennys” restaurant. My aunt made woody remarks to the waitress. Our whole table started to crack up so loud that whole restaurant seem to be starting at us. I appreciate my “Tia” and all the help shes given my family. People like her make life a little more sweeter to live in.

My brother is another important person in my life. They say that we look a like but main difference is his height and he's obviously a guy. My brother is above six feet tall and red brown beard with flat brown hair. My brother is quite intelligent, he is familiar with anything dealing with computers. He's a gamer and often spends hours playing his online games. He can a jerk at times, not to wanting to share the TV control or his laptop. One thing is for sure that even if he doesn’t demonstrates, I know he loves deep down. My brother is the only man I feel I can trust, hes a hard works and he loves our mom. I remember the movement that both my mother and brother were heading off thought airport gates and my brother crying and embracing us (my aunt and I). “Take care, we will be back in a few days” he whispered hardly containing his tears. I felt the genuine concern in his voice.