I listened to Coldplay yesterday and today. And then today I followed Coldplay with Tracy Chapman's Baby, Can I Hold You. That was followed by John Lennon's Jealous Guy. And then I rounded it out with All American Rejects' Dirty Little Secret.
Can anyone tell what's going through my mind?
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions
Yesterday I had every intention of waking up and going to the 10am church service. I normally go to the 11:30am service, but I figured I would go earlier to free up my day. My alarm went off at 9am. I got up, put my makeup on and got dressed for church. I was mere minutes away from walking out the door, when my phone rings. It was Veronica.
"We're going to the lake. Be at our house at 10:45."
"10:45?" I hesitated for a moment. "Ok."
And then I proceeded to undress myself out of my church clothes and into my bikini. I grabbed a towel, my 5-pack of Tecate, some limes and I was out the door. I'm so ashamed.
It was a beautiful day at the lake though. It was my first time on a boat ever. Before we got out on the lake, both Veronica and Jesse warned me that I wouldn't be able to swim too long without the support of a life jacket, that after a minute or so of treading water it would make my muscles weak and it's not like a pool where you can just stand up or float.
Well, when we finally got out there and brought the boat to stop, Vero, Jesse, Juan (another friend) and I jumped in and we proceeded to swim for a bit. Within a couple of minutes they were wearing life jackets. Meanwhile, I continued to doggy paddle and float and doggy paddle and float and so on. Yes, it was tiring, but as soon it got to be too much, I turned over to float on my back. I even took a lap around the boat. When I came around the other end, Jesse said, "I was wondering where you went. I thought, 'Oh, great, I'm gonna have to go save her with these smoke infested lungs.' " Jesse obviously underestimated my ability and endurance to swim without a vest. I think I was in the lake swimming longer than everyone on the boat combined. Seriously, people would jump in, kick a bit, and then get back on the boat and drink a beer. Later Jesse commented, "I don't know how a girl with no muscle tone was able to stay out there longer than anybody else." A girl with no muscle tone? I was only slightly offended.
What they didn't know is that it's nothing for me to swim like this. I spent many a summers swimming at the Balmorhea Swimming Pool where depths reach as much as 25-feet deep. To a kid, 25-feet deep is huge. It's frightening, especially for a scaredy-cat kid like me. I wanted to swim in the shallower end of the pool, but my mom insisted (or more like threatened) that I swim in the 20-ft deep area. And so I did. At first I swam near the steps, but eventually I worked up enough nerve to swim across. And now look at me, I can out doggy paddle a grown man in lake waters. Go figure.
"We're going to the lake. Be at our house at 10:45."
"10:45?" I hesitated for a moment. "Ok."
And then I proceeded to undress myself out of my church clothes and into my bikini. I grabbed a towel, my 5-pack of Tecate, some limes and I was out the door. I'm so ashamed.
It was a beautiful day at the lake though. It was my first time on a boat ever. Before we got out on the lake, both Veronica and Jesse warned me that I wouldn't be able to swim too long without the support of a life jacket, that after a minute or so of treading water it would make my muscles weak and it's not like a pool where you can just stand up or float.
Well, when we finally got out there and brought the boat to stop, Vero, Jesse, Juan (another friend) and I jumped in and we proceeded to swim for a bit. Within a couple of minutes they were wearing life jackets. Meanwhile, I continued to doggy paddle and float and doggy paddle and float and so on. Yes, it was tiring, but as soon it got to be too much, I turned over to float on my back. I even took a lap around the boat. When I came around the other end, Jesse said, "I was wondering where you went. I thought, 'Oh, great, I'm gonna have to go save her with these smoke infested lungs.' " Jesse obviously underestimated my ability and endurance to swim without a vest. I think I was in the lake swimming longer than everyone on the boat combined. Seriously, people would jump in, kick a bit, and then get back on the boat and drink a beer. Later Jesse commented, "I don't know how a girl with no muscle tone was able to stay out there longer than anybody else." A girl with no muscle tone? I was only slightly offended.
What they didn't know is that it's nothing for me to swim like this. I spent many a summers swimming at the Balmorhea Swimming Pool where depths reach as much as 25-feet deep. To a kid, 25-feet deep is huge. It's frightening, especially for a scaredy-cat kid like me. I wanted to swim in the shallower end of the pool, but my mom insisted (or more like threatened) that I swim in the 20-ft deep area. And so I did. At first I swam near the steps, but eventually I worked up enough nerve to swim across. And now look at me, I can out doggy paddle a grown man in lake waters. Go figure.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
You Think You Know Me
But you have no idea.
-I'm rarely affectionate. I'm affectionate if you're a guy and I like you or if you're a family member or friend I haven't seen in forever, but sometimes not even then. I mostly give awkward hugs. The other day at lunch Miguel noted to lil' Ashley, "I think I've hugged Beverly maybe twice since I've known her." Miguel and I have been friends for a year and a half now. See what I mean.
-I'm a modern day Minnie Pearl. I often wear clothes with price tags still attached (but obviously hidden). Not because I think I may return 'em, but because...well, I don't know why I do this. The tags usually don't get removed until I wash the item or have to take it to the cleaners.
-I have communicated with Sergio in the past week despite saying before that I would never contact him again. Let me explain: It was Monday evening. The Spurs were in overtime. I was logged on to IM. During a commercial break I was checking out something online when a message popped up. "What a f*cking game!!!!" It's hard to ignore a person IMing you when it clearly indicates that you're there. I commented back and we made small talk about the game. It was brief. Two nights later he IMed me again. Below is an excerpt of the conversation:
Bev: so are you moving to the city?
Bev: no more long island?
Serg: just outside of the city
Serg: no more long island
Serg: it doesn't fit me
Bev: i'd like to know what does fit you?
Serg: you
Bev: lol
Bev: such a charmer
Serg: for you......yes
Serg: always
Bev: i'm sure you say that to all the girls
He is such a charmer, but this time I'm not charmed. I've learned to take every word he says (or types) with a grain of salt. He doesn't back his words with actions. And if I really did "fit" him, then I think I would be with him, no? I suppose I could've ignored his IM advances and stuck to my "no contact with Sergio" plan, but I'm a forgiving person and I can never stay angry or upset with anyone too long. Plus, I think I just know better. I think the world of him, but I know nothing will ever come of us. I know there's someone better suited for me out there.
-When I lay resting or sleeping, I always sleep with one hand tucked into the band of my pants/shorts, ala Al Bundy from Married With Children. If I'm laying on my stomach, I have one hand tucked in the back band of my pants/shorts.
-This is what my fridge door looks like:
This photo was taken a couple of weeks ago. One photo has since been removed.
And that's all for now.
-I'm rarely affectionate. I'm affectionate if you're a guy and I like you or if you're a family member or friend I haven't seen in forever, but sometimes not even then. I mostly give awkward hugs. The other day at lunch Miguel noted to lil' Ashley, "I think I've hugged Beverly maybe twice since I've known her." Miguel and I have been friends for a year and a half now. See what I mean.
-I'm a modern day Minnie Pearl. I often wear clothes with price tags still attached (but obviously hidden). Not because I think I may return 'em, but because...well, I don't know why I do this. The tags usually don't get removed until I wash the item or have to take it to the cleaners.
-I have communicated with Sergio in the past week despite saying before that I would never contact him again. Let me explain: It was Monday evening. The Spurs were in overtime. I was logged on to IM. During a commercial break I was checking out something online when a message popped up. "What a f*cking game!!!!" It's hard to ignore a person IMing you when it clearly indicates that you're there. I commented back and we made small talk about the game. It was brief. Two nights later he IMed me again. Below is an excerpt of the conversation:
Bev: so are you moving to the city?
Bev: no more long island?
Serg: just outside of the city
Serg: no more long island
Serg: it doesn't fit me
Bev: i'd like to know what does fit you?
Serg: you
Bev: lol
Bev: such a charmer
Serg: for you......yes
Serg: always
Bev: i'm sure you say that to all the girls
He is such a charmer, but this time I'm not charmed. I've learned to take every word he says (or types) with a grain of salt. He doesn't back his words with actions. And if I really did "fit" him, then I think I would be with him, no? I suppose I could've ignored his IM advances and stuck to my "no contact with Sergio" plan, but I'm a forgiving person and I can never stay angry or upset with anyone too long. Plus, I think I just know better. I think the world of him, but I know nothing will ever come of us. I know there's someone better suited for me out there.
-When I lay resting or sleeping, I always sleep with one hand tucked into the band of my pants/shorts, ala Al Bundy from Married With Children. If I'm laying on my stomach, I have one hand tucked in the back band of my pants/shorts.
-This is what my fridge door looks like:
This photo was taken a couple of weeks ago. One photo has since been removed.
And that's all for now.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
More Feedback
So I've had more time to take in the Dixie Chicks CD. So far these are the songs I enjoy singing along to:
-The Long Way Around
-Silent House
-Favorite Year
-Voice Inside My Head - which sounds like it's either about an abortion or someone who gave away their baby, and not a lost love like I originally thought
-Baby Hold On
And that's all for now.
Today Miguel didn't have to go to work in the evening, so I suggested we take in a Missions baseball game. It was dollar day at the ballpark, which naturally means you get beer, hot dogs and all that crap for $1. This was my first time ever to go. I was taking pictures as if I was at a major league game. Fun times for Miguel and me. (Yes, they'll be posted here as soon as I get my film developed. Remember those days when people got their pictures developed?)
Oh, by the way, I found a nice white T-shirt at the Gap, along with some white and black tanks. No need for my faithful readers to worry their perty little heads over my T-shirt dilemma.
-The Long Way Around
-Silent House
-Favorite Year
-Voice Inside My Head - which sounds like it's either about an abortion or someone who gave away their baby, and not a lost love like I originally thought
-Baby Hold On
And that's all for now.
Today Miguel didn't have to go to work in the evening, so I suggested we take in a Missions baseball game. It was dollar day at the ballpark, which naturally means you get beer, hot dogs and all that crap for $1. This was my first time ever to go. I was taking pictures as if I was at a major league game. Fun times for Miguel and me. (Yes, they'll be posted here as soon as I get my film developed. Remember those days when people got their pictures developed?)
Oh, by the way, I found a nice white T-shirt at the Gap, along with some white and black tanks. No need for my faithful readers to worry their perty little heads over my T-shirt dilemma.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Distractions
Once again let me apologize for my absence. I've been sucking at this whole blogging thing lately. My distractions are as follows:
Spurs
The boys had a good run. The game last night was heartbreaking. Although I am proud of Coach Avery for pulling through. I got a bit teary-eyed watching him hug Coach Popovich and Tim Duncan after the game. You can't really hate on a former Spur too much, especially one who seems as nice as him. The player I feel for the most would have to be Finley. After years of playing with the Mavericks and them never advancing past the Spurs in the playoffs, I find it ironic that this is the one year they do. Poor guy.
Birthdays
Last week I failed to acknowledge it was George Strait's birthday on the 18th. I know, I'm a terrible fan. He turned 54, which is still not that old. Also, on the 17th was my friend Veronica's birthday. She turned 26. We celebrated on Friday. Good for these people for living another year.
Music
The new Dixie Chicks album dropped today. I'm such a nerd I woke up early just to stop at Wal-Mart on my way in to work to buy it. I've only listened to 11 of the 14 songs. I can tell you already they're definitely gonna piss off some people with a few of their songs, specifically the people of Lubbock, Texas. Overall, the album sounds good. Some songs don't sound as country, but others do. I don't really care. These girls are talented, so my hats off to them.
Micheladas
It's been a while since I made my way out to the Mariachi Bar, so I figured it was high time I did. Lucky for you this moment was captured in photos.
Pecos Girl in festive Market Square
Doesn't it make your mouth water?
I'm so talented. I can drink and take a photo of myself at the same time.
Some gringo & me
(I promise this guy doesn't look nearly as sleazy as he does in this photo.)
The gringo drinks up
And finally...
Medina Lake
I didn't have much else to do on Sunday, so I decided to take a cruise out to the lake. I've never been before, so I thought what the heck.
That about covers all my distractions. Yep, can't think of anything else that might be occupying my time. I'll try to be a more dedicated blogger in the future.
Spurs
The boys had a good run. The game last night was heartbreaking. Although I am proud of Coach Avery for pulling through. I got a bit teary-eyed watching him hug Coach Popovich and Tim Duncan after the game. You can't really hate on a former Spur too much, especially one who seems as nice as him. The player I feel for the most would have to be Finley. After years of playing with the Mavericks and them never advancing past the Spurs in the playoffs, I find it ironic that this is the one year they do. Poor guy.
Birthdays
Last week I failed to acknowledge it was George Strait's birthday on the 18th. I know, I'm a terrible fan. He turned 54, which is still not that old. Also, on the 17th was my friend Veronica's birthday. She turned 26. We celebrated on Friday. Good for these people for living another year.
Music
The new Dixie Chicks album dropped today. I'm such a nerd I woke up early just to stop at Wal-Mart on my way in to work to buy it. I've only listened to 11 of the 14 songs. I can tell you already they're definitely gonna piss off some people with a few of their songs, specifically the people of Lubbock, Texas. Overall, the album sounds good. Some songs don't sound as country, but others do. I don't really care. These girls are talented, so my hats off to them.
Micheladas
It's been a while since I made my way out to the Mariachi Bar, so I figured it was high time I did. Lucky for you this moment was captured in photos.
Pecos Girl in festive Market Square
Doesn't it make your mouth water?
I'm so talented. I can drink and take a photo of myself at the same time.
Some gringo & me
(I promise this guy doesn't look nearly as sleazy as he does in this photo.)
The gringo drinks up
And finally...
Medina Lake
I didn't have much else to do on Sunday, so I decided to take a cruise out to the lake. I've never been before, so I thought what the heck.
That about covers all my distractions. Yep, can't think of anything else that might be occupying my time. I'll try to be a more dedicated blogger in the future.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Don't Boo Me
I know this couple. They're married. They dated eleven years before they got married. Yes, eleven years, but I don't think they were exclusive the whole time. She was a performer. She could sing and dance and had a good body. He finally took a huge leap of faith and married the woman. They were married for a couple of years and then they had their first child (and maybe their only). She turned into super mom, trying to make everything about her child's upbringing a perfect memory, which compensated for the not-so-great childhood she had. The child must have the cutest clothes, the most original Halloween costumes, the best birthday parties and on and on. The child sleeps in their room even though there's a beautifully decorated bedroom just down the hall. This child became her life. Her only reason for being. The effort she once put into herself and her marriage was now directed at the child. The husband lost his wife in having a child. This makes me sad.
I know mothers/fathers put their children first and rightfully so, and maybe I have no room to speak on the subject since I'm not married nor have I ever been a mother, but I believe the effort you put into your marriage should be equal or greater to the effort you put into your children. The marriage (more than likely) came first and a foundation was built. In order to keep it strong, wouldn't it be wiser to invest more time and energy into one another? And if you want to do what's best for the child, wouldn't it be better for the child to be raised by two parents who still love and adore each other?
I know mothers/fathers put their children first and rightfully so, and maybe I have no room to speak on the subject since I'm not married nor have I ever been a mother, but I believe the effort you put into your marriage should be equal or greater to the effort you put into your children. The marriage (more than likely) came first and a foundation was built. In order to keep it strong, wouldn't it be wiser to invest more time and energy into one another? And if you want to do what's best for the child, wouldn't it be better for the child to be raised by two parents who still love and adore each other?
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Too Tired to Type*
Yall need something to read and I need something to write. Thank Rachel for this one.
1) What's your favorite color?
White, but that's not really a color, so I guess I'll say pink.
2) Why do you do what you do? Why are you working on what you want to become?
If I knew the answer to that, then maybe I would be a whole lot happier about what I do. All I'm saying is you can't really expect an eighteen year old to know what they want to do with the rest of their life. I should've had a guidance counselor sit me down and "get real" with me on my career aspirations. Oh, well, live and learn.
3) What do you want me to go away knowing about you?
Well, I kind of have the rep of being cold hearted, callous and indifferent. (Sorry, Kazim.) But I swear deep down inside, I am sensitive, I do care and every once in a while I'll even do something kind and sweet for someone else.
4) What is your biggest fear?
Tie between my parents dying and me never finding that special someone to be with forever and ever.
5) Do you always tell the truth no matter what the cost?
Oh, hell no. I'm all for telling the truth, but not for stuff that's gonna get me in trouble. (Seriously though, I mostly tell the truth.)
Tagging: You, the one reading this, yeah you.
*I swore I wasn't gonna be this girl. The one who sacrifices sleep to talk on the phone at night. What has come over me? A guy who comes between me and my sleep has gotta be special, right?
1) What's your favorite color?
White, but that's not really a color, so I guess I'll say pink.
2) Why do you do what you do? Why are you working on what you want to become?
If I knew the answer to that, then maybe I would be a whole lot happier about what I do. All I'm saying is you can't really expect an eighteen year old to know what they want to do with the rest of their life. I should've had a guidance counselor sit me down and "get real" with me on my career aspirations. Oh, well, live and learn.
3) What do you want me to go away knowing about you?
Well, I kind of have the rep of being cold hearted, callous and indifferent. (Sorry, Kazim.) But I swear deep down inside, I am sensitive, I do care and every once in a while I'll even do something kind and sweet for someone else.
4) What is your biggest fear?
Tie between my parents dying and me never finding that special someone to be with forever and ever.
5) Do you always tell the truth no matter what the cost?
Oh, hell no. I'm all for telling the truth, but not for stuff that's gonna get me in trouble. (Seriously though, I mostly tell the truth.)
Tagging: You, the one reading this, yeah you.
*I swore I wasn't gonna be this girl. The one who sacrifices sleep to talk on the phone at night. What has come over me? A guy who comes between me and my sleep has gotta be special, right?
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Mi Madre
Today I made oatmeal cake and I called my mom at least twice throughout to make sure I was doing it right. That's why I love her.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. You're the best.
~Your favorite daughter
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. You're the best.
~Your favorite daughter
Saturday, May 13, 2006
My New Swimsuit
It's was a beautiful day today. The kind of day that's perfect for laying out. Did I lay out? No. Know why? 'Cause I'm Mexican and if I start laying out now I'll be super dark by the end of May. Hell, I can still see my tan lines from last summer. Speaking of tan lines, I bought this swimsuit to specifically avoid getting 'em, except the suit looks more pea green than the one shown and my stomach doesn't look nearly as flat as the model's.
I need your help. I need a plain white T-shirt, one with material that's not too thin. I bought one the other day at Target, but had to return it 'cause it looked like it was the type of shirt better suited for a wet T-shirt contest. Not cool. So if yall have any suggestions where I can go to find a basic white T-shirt, please speak up. Oh, and I also need a plain white tank. The same rule applies.
For those interested in seeing more Fiesta photos, go here.
I need your help. I need a plain white T-shirt, one with material that's not too thin. I bought one the other day at Target, but had to return it 'cause it looked like it was the type of shirt better suited for a wet T-shirt contest. Not cool. So if yall have any suggestions where I can go to find a basic white T-shirt, please speak up. Oh, and I also need a plain white tank. The same rule applies.
For those interested in seeing more Fiesta photos, go here.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Question for All the Ladies
WARNING: If you're a guy, you probably don't want to read this, but if you really must, don't say I didn't warn you. Skip over the part in red (appropriately color coded) to read about other happenings in my life.
Ok, ladies, who here buys cardboard applicator tampons? Next question, are you crazy?
Earlier this week I was in a dire situation and asked a friend if she had a tampon to spare. She handed me two Tampax super size tampons. Feeling desperate, I reluctantly accepted them. I went to the restroom to take care of this matter. Oh my gawd, can I just say how not fun that was. Later in the day, I was at my dentist office for my cleaning and went to use the restroom before my appointment. This time, I kid you not, the cardboard applicator hurt like I don't know what. I couldn't the stand the pain to shove it in, so I said forget it. I then had to go ask a dental hygienist if she had any feminine items to take care of my situation. She didn't have any and went to ask around and finally returned to present me with a pad. I hate pads. They're the grossest things. They remind me of diapers and I know as a baby I didn't like diapers. My mom told me when she was potty training me she would put me in underwear during the day and a diaper at night. One night she was about to put a diaper on me and little baby Pecos Girl said, "No pamper, mommy. No pamper." Even as a little baby I didn't like the feeling of sitting in my own filth. Yuck. Back to the story, pads disgust me, but hey beggers can't be choosers, so I took it. I immediately took a shower when I got home and inserted a tampon with a plastic applicator. Seriously, who ever created cardboard applicators must've not been a woman. Ouch!
Moving on, you know how people annoy you one day and then later they kind of grow on you like fungus? Well, that's kind of what's happening in my life. But annoy isn't the right word. He didn't really annoy me, but at first I would kind of roll my eyes at him and now not so much. I would offer up more details, but I really don't want to. There's just some things a girl wants to keep to herself. (I bet some of yall wished I had kept the tampon story to myself. Oh well, whatcha gonna do?)
But I will share this...
This was taken last Friday at Champps. They were showing the Spurs game on this super huge outdoor screen. Fun times.
Ok, ladies, who here buys cardboard applicator tampons? Next question, are you crazy?
Earlier this week I was in a dire situation and asked a friend if she had a tampon to spare. She handed me two Tampax super size tampons. Feeling desperate, I reluctantly accepted them. I went to the restroom to take care of this matter. Oh my gawd, can I just say how not fun that was. Later in the day, I was at my dentist office for my cleaning and went to use the restroom before my appointment. This time, I kid you not, the cardboard applicator hurt like I don't know what. I couldn't the stand the pain to shove it in, so I said forget it. I then had to go ask a dental hygienist if she had any feminine items to take care of my situation. She didn't have any and went to ask around and finally returned to present me with a pad. I hate pads. They're the grossest things. They remind me of diapers and I know as a baby I didn't like diapers. My mom told me when she was potty training me she would put me in underwear during the day and a diaper at night. One night she was about to put a diaper on me and little baby Pecos Girl said, "No pamper, mommy. No pamper." Even as a little baby I didn't like the feeling of sitting in my own filth. Yuck. Back to the story, pads disgust me, but hey beggers can't be choosers, so I took it. I immediately took a shower when I got home and inserted a tampon with a plastic applicator. Seriously, who ever created cardboard applicators must've not been a woman. Ouch!
Moving on, you know how people annoy you one day and then later they kind of grow on you like fungus? Well, that's kind of what's happening in my life. But annoy isn't the right word. He didn't really annoy me, but at first I would kind of roll my eyes at him and now not so much. I would offer up more details, but I really don't want to. There's just some things a girl wants to keep to herself. (I bet some of yall wished I had kept the tampon story to myself. Oh well, whatcha gonna do?)
But I will share this...
This was taken last Friday at Champps. They were showing the Spurs game on this super huge outdoor screen. Fun times.
Not So Hot Latina
Yep, that's me. Sorry to disappoint my loyal readers, especially Rachel, who I guess I now must bid adiós to since she threatened to stop reading the blog if I didn't win the title of San Antonio's Hottest Latina. Sorry, Rachel. I didn't realize I had so much at stake.
Wednesday was our TV appearance on Great Day SA. It's a live show and I was so nervous about looking ridiculous that I only half cared when they didn't announce my name for the final three. I'm not gonna lie. I was disappointed I didn't make the cut, but that's life. You can't win 'em all. You gotta roll with the punches. Although I did begin to question whether I was as hot as I think I am? (Actually I would never use the words "hot Latina" to describe myself, but I would say I'm a "good looking Mexican.")
Hot Latinas nervously awaiting to make their appearance
The end of the show
Of the three girls who made the final three, I guessed two of them to be likely candidates. And the one who won it all is indeed a hot Latina. She has flawless skin, a beautiful smile and is super tall and slim. Plus, she's accomplished so much and is very nice. Same goes for her husband. He was a sweetheart and was the one who nominated her. I'm truly happy for her. (Whenever I get a chance, I'll post the Conexión spread, so yall can see for yourselves.)
Friends and family have been supportive. One friend, Mandrew, sent me the following e-mail the day the hottest Latina was announced:
It was rigged! We all know who really won. When it comes to pure transcendent beauty the winner is you. When it comes to a whimsical spirit and glistening smile...you win. When it comes to natural charm, hands down, you win. What makes a latina hot? Most would say the sun. What makes a Latina beautiful? Lots of things and you have most of them. So the winner in the Mandrew's Most beautiful Latina with the name Beverly is ... (drum roll)... Beverly!!!
Truly, I'm ok with the way things turned out. Bigger and better things are coming my way. You'll see. You'll all see.
Wednesday was our TV appearance on Great Day SA. It's a live show and I was so nervous about looking ridiculous that I only half cared when they didn't announce my name for the final three. I'm not gonna lie. I was disappointed I didn't make the cut, but that's life. You can't win 'em all. You gotta roll with the punches. Although I did begin to question whether I was as hot as I think I am? (Actually I would never use the words "hot Latina" to describe myself, but I would say I'm a "good looking Mexican.")
Hot Latinas nervously awaiting to make their appearance
The end of the show
Of the three girls who made the final three, I guessed two of them to be likely candidates. And the one who won it all is indeed a hot Latina. She has flawless skin, a beautiful smile and is super tall and slim. Plus, she's accomplished so much and is very nice. Same goes for her husband. He was a sweetheart and was the one who nominated her. I'm truly happy for her. (Whenever I get a chance, I'll post the Conexión spread, so yall can see for yourselves.)
Friends and family have been supportive. One friend, Mandrew, sent me the following e-mail the day the hottest Latina was announced:
It was rigged! We all know who really won. When it comes to pure transcendent beauty the winner is you. When it comes to a whimsical spirit and glistening smile...you win. When it comes to natural charm, hands down, you win. What makes a latina hot? Most would say the sun. What makes a Latina beautiful? Lots of things and you have most of them. So the winner in the Mandrew's Most beautiful Latina with the name Beverly is ... (drum roll)... Beverly!!!
Truly, I'm ok with the way things turned out. Bigger and better things are coming my way. You'll see. You'll all see.
Monday, May 08, 2006
One Two and Seven Fours
Two jobs I've had in my life
1. office clerk for Justice of the Peace, Pct 1, Reeves County
2. account executive for an ad agency
Four movies I'd watch over and over:
1. You've Got Mail
2. Major League
3. Grease
4. Saving Silverman
Four places I have lived:
1. Pecos, TX
2. Lubbock, TX
3. San Antonio, TX
4. n/a
Four TV shows I love to watch:
1. Oprah
2. Today Show
3. Conan O’Brien
4. Friends reruns
Four (favorite) places I have been on vacation:
1. n/a
2. n/a
3. n/a
4. n/a
[This girl needs a vacation, a real one!]
Four websites I visit daily
1. google.com
2. dramatidbits.blogspot.com
3. besticantell.blogspot.com
4. yahoo mail
Four of my favorite foods:
1. my mom's enchiladas
2. bean and cheese tacos
3. eggs over easy
4. asado
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. in bed asleep, done w/the day
2. tubing the Guadalupe on hot summer day
3. lounging on a beach
4. in my own home
Four people I have tagged that I think will respond.
Don't feel like picking four. Whoever wants to do it, do it.
1. office clerk for Justice of the Peace, Pct 1, Reeves County
2. account executive for an ad agency
Four movies I'd watch over and over:
1. You've Got Mail
2. Major League
3. Grease
4. Saving Silverman
Four places I have lived:
1. Pecos, TX
2. Lubbock, TX
3. San Antonio, TX
4. n/a
Four TV shows I love to watch:
1. Oprah
2. Today Show
3. Conan O’Brien
4. Friends reruns
Four (favorite) places I have been on vacation:
1. n/a
2. n/a
3. n/a
4. n/a
[This girl needs a vacation, a real one!]
Four websites I visit daily
1. google.com
2. dramatidbits.blogspot.com
3. besticantell.blogspot.com
4. yahoo mail
Four of my favorite foods:
1. my mom's enchiladas
2. bean and cheese tacos
3. eggs over easy
4. asado
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. in bed asleep, done w/the day
2. tubing the Guadalupe on hot summer day
3. lounging on a beach
4. in my own home
Four people I have tagged that I think will respond.
Don't feel like picking four. Whoever wants to do it, do it.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
I Hate Shopping!
Ok, hate is a strong word. I take that back. It's not that I hate shopping. I don't even despise it, but what I don't like is shopping for an outfit for a specific event. That is the worst. That's worse than shopping when you have money to spend, but cannot find anything you want to buy. That's worse than shopping at Christmas when you see everything you want for yourself, but instead must buy gifts for everyone else. Shopping for a specific event is the absolute worst. The worst, I tell you. There's so much pressure to find just the right outfit. I go from store to store debating what look I want to go for and determining if I have the budget for it. Maybe if money were no object it would make it that much easier, but unfortunately money is an object, so I have to take that into consideration when making my purchases.
Oh, it's not just a regular party or event or date that I'm shopping for. No, it's for my television debut. The Hottest Latina finalists will be making an appearance on one of San Antonio's morning shows, Great Day SA, this Wednesday. Besides being scared that I may talk too fast or say something dumb or tacky and make myself look bad, I have to pick an outfit that won't make me look fat on TV.
We did receive some important notes on attire. Some being:
-Dress "casual dressy." [That's an oxymoron, is it not?]
-Don't wear anything too revealing. No exposed midriffs, please.
-Jeans are allowed, but should be dressed up.
-Clothes with lines/stripes, especially in contrasting colors, are not good for TV. The stripes tend to "crawl" on screen.
-White is good if you have a good tan; if not, it will make you look washed out.
-Bright colors tend to look a little brighter on TV.
-And it's true -- the camera does add 10 lbs.
Ok, so that helped a little, but not much. I asked my friends for some guidance. Everyone has offered their two cents:
"Don't wear white, it'll look too bright on TV."
"Wear black. It's slimming."
"Try red or teal."
"Maybe black or dark jeans and a cute top."
Their advice didn't help much either. Yes, a personal stylist would come in pretty handy right now.
So do I know what I'm wearing Wednesday morning? No, but I am throwing some ideas around. I will definitely not be wearing black, because I think it's a "safe" color for TV, or for any occasion for that matter. I will likely not follow any advice from above, but wear something I feel comfortable in, because as long as I'm comfortable in it then I'll be confident. Plus, I'm sure I'll be so nervous that morning that I hardly eat, so hopefully the camera will only add five pounds instead of ten.
Oh, it's not just a regular party or event or date that I'm shopping for. No, it's for my television debut. The Hottest Latina finalists will be making an appearance on one of San Antonio's morning shows, Great Day SA, this Wednesday. Besides being scared that I may talk too fast or say something dumb or tacky and make myself look bad, I have to pick an outfit that won't make me look fat on TV.
We did receive some important notes on attire. Some being:
-Dress "casual dressy." [That's an oxymoron, is it not?]
-Don't wear anything too revealing. No exposed midriffs, please.
-Jeans are allowed, but should be dressed up.
-Clothes with lines/stripes, especially in contrasting colors, are not good for TV. The stripes tend to "crawl" on screen.
-White is good if you have a good tan; if not, it will make you look washed out.
-Bright colors tend to look a little brighter on TV.
-And it's true -- the camera does add 10 lbs.
Ok, so that helped a little, but not much. I asked my friends for some guidance. Everyone has offered their two cents:
"Don't wear white, it'll look too bright on TV."
"Wear black. It's slimming."
"Try red or teal."
"Maybe black or dark jeans and a cute top."
Their advice didn't help much either. Yes, a personal stylist would come in pretty handy right now.
So do I know what I'm wearing Wednesday morning? No, but I am throwing some ideas around. I will definitely not be wearing black, because I think it's a "safe" color for TV, or for any occasion for that matter. I will likely not follow any advice from above, but wear something I feel comfortable in, because as long as I'm comfortable in it then I'll be confident. Plus, I'm sure I'll be so nervous that morning that I hardly eat, so hopefully the camera will only add five pounds instead of ten.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Pretty People
'Cause I know how yall love the photos...
Veronica, Beverly, Dina & Olga
Then we switch the order around
Kazim drapes himself on Veronica (and with good reason)
Jesse goes for lil' Ashley (and with good reason)
The un-official hot Latinas ~Melissa, Veronica, Martha & Lena
Oh, and here's me dropping off the film.
And that's all folks.
But one last thing...I'M DESTINED FOR GREATNESS! I believe that and so should yall. (But not about me. Yourselves.)
Veronica, Beverly, Dina & Olga
Then we switch the order around
Kazim drapes himself on Veronica (and with good reason)
Jesse goes for lil' Ashley (and with good reason)
The un-official hot Latinas ~Melissa, Veronica, Martha & Lena
Oh, and here's me dropping off the film.
And that's all folks.
But one last thing...I'M DESTINED FOR GREATNESS! I believe that and so should yall. (But not about me. Yourselves.)
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
She Survived Another Year
Thank the Lord.
Mom,
I love you. Without you, I would be lost. But I don't want to imagine a "without you," so please live forever. Ok? Thanks.
Happy Birthday.
~Your baby girl
Mom,
I love you. Without you, I would be lost. But I don't want to imagine a "without you," so please live forever. Ok? Thanks.
Happy Birthday.
~Your baby girl
Monday, May 01, 2006
Mas Fiesta Memories
'Cause I know you didn't get enough of Blythe and Beverly's Fiesta memories...
Blythe takes a picture of herself while she waits for me to get ready.
Blythe's 1st NIOSA
Beverly's 4th NIOSA
I don't know if this picture really captures how scared I was when this photo was taken. The photo taker was some girl who was drunk and possibly high. For the most part, she took a decent photo.
Some random guy ruins Blythe's Fiesta photo
Beverly says, "Viva Fiesta!"
The two amigas
Next day photo
Can you tell we weren't really feeling it?
Blythe rests her feet.
Until next year...
I promise that's the end of the Fiesta photos.
Blythe takes a picture of herself while she waits for me to get ready.
Blythe's 1st NIOSA
Beverly's 4th NIOSA
I don't know if this picture really captures how scared I was when this photo was taken. The photo taker was some girl who was drunk and possibly high. For the most part, she took a decent photo.
Some random guy ruins Blythe's Fiesta photo
Beverly says, "Viva Fiesta!"
The two amigas
Next day photo
Can you tell we weren't really feeling it?
Blythe rests her feet.
Until next year...
I promise that's the end of the Fiesta photos.
Fiesta Memories
Beverly & Blythe
[Note: the guy in the background in the green shirt is Esteban of Esteban & Tracy.]
Blythe & Beverly
The annual take-a-picture-with-a-cop photo
Blythe & Beverly - Oh, wait, that's Miguel.
Just me. I guess Blythe took this photo.
And back to Beverly & Blythe
Different day, different clothes, same ol' Blythe & Bev
Actually it's kind of different - we're drinking margaritas instead of beer.
Blythe & Bev all tuckered out
And that's all until Blythe sends me the photos from her digital camera.
[Note: the guy in the background in the green shirt is Esteban of Esteban & Tracy.]
Blythe & Beverly
The annual take-a-picture-with-a-cop photo
Blythe & Beverly - Oh, wait, that's Miguel.
Just me. I guess Blythe took this photo.
And back to Beverly & Blythe
Different day, different clothes, same ol' Blythe & Bev
Actually it's kind of different - we're drinking margaritas instead of beer.
Blythe & Bev all tuckered out
And that's all until Blythe sends me the photos from her digital camera.
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