Monica

Layout made by Chaos13 at CreateBlog.com . I LOVE my family, friends, food, movies...good times in general.My daughter's laughter. Her voice as she's blasting out Bob Marley lyrics in the back seat. The way her eyes look when her face is right up against mine. Her goofy personality and her kindness as she never fails to offer me the last bite of her Hershey's milk chocolate candy bar.Scents that trigger emotion. Scents that in half a millisecond take you back to a certain time or place or person. Like every time I smell a rose I can close my eyes and instantly find myself in mi Abuelita Maria's vibrant garden.Storms. I mean dark, gigantic clouds and window rattling thunder. Raindrops the size of quarters., followed by drizzle that lasts all day and all night and waking up the next morning to a sunny, cleansed sky. Like the feeling you get after you finally subdue to an enormous desire to weep uncontrollably and the deep calmness that comes after.Music. Blasting the stereo and letting loose while cleaning, driving, and even studying. Going to concerts and experiencing the talent, passion and dedication in person. Finding yourself completely lost in the experience. Dancing and bouncing, arms waving in the air, lyrics spouting out until the harshness in your thought tells you to stop. Finding consolation in the right melancholic tune when your emotions aren't as bright and colorful as you'd wish.I DISLIKE (hate is too strong a word)Not having control of a situation. Feeling the anxiety of wanting to do something but not being able to do anything. Like when you were a kid and your mom forced you to put on a dress and head to church where you had to stay absolutely still and quiet for an entire hour. And you did it, whether it was the fear of going to hell or the fear of the infamous under the crossed arms nail pinch that your mom would so politely place upon you numerous times. (My Catholic Mexican friends, you know damn well what I'm talking about here, for those of you that are a bit lost, next time you see me, ask and I will demonstrate)Smoking. Nothing against the people who smoke, its just that the smell of cigarettes just simply makes my stomach turn. Forget about the cancer, blood pressure and respiratory problems that smoking can provide you with, for as my grandfather used to say "de algo nos hemos de morir"...But WHY, WHY would anybody want to smell and taste like an ash tray. Seriously, I just don't get it.Typos...it's a work thing. I swear to Buddha, spell check works, use it people.Making mistakes. Fucking up in some way, with my family, a friend, at school, at work. I have no problem apologizing, I just hate knowing that I hurt someone, or cost the company money or miss a real stupid question that I know I should have had in the bag.