mr nice guy? or mr great guy?

I had a big ol' blog typed up about a whole lotta nothing and I deleted it because I am tight like that. so now this post will be full of a whole lotta crap with some exciting crap added to it.

so today I was reminiscing about some people from my past. not because I miss them or want them back in my life, but because I had a good time with them when they were there. I really do try to take the good times/memories with me so that I can smile about them later.

I used to have this ex-boyfriend in high school that was a really nice guy. really good looking. very shy. beautiful eyes. nice mouth. but he lacked leadership skills. I think this, plus his raging hormones is what turned me off about him.
Still the good times is what I remember - like how he used to let me talk and talk and talk. (although I think a lot of this had to do with him being shy) And when we hung out at school, he was a gentleman and would hold my books. he used to brag to others that I was his girlfriend like if I was a big deal (well I am, but he didn't need to tell the world). He really did make me feel like if I was a nice girl. All of it used to make me smile.
And then we broke up.
I can't remember why. what can I say it was high school But I do remember that we saw each other like 2 years later and I thought to myself - what if we got back together again?

I don't regret the break-up or the fact that I never pursued the question above. I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason. Maybe that nice guy just wasn't meant for me. Obviously he isn't because I have Mr. Tortilla Face and I can't see myself with anyone else.
I do wonder though what kind of person I would be now if I would have stayed with him. that is if we would have lasted after high school I wonder if I would have kids now. I wonder if I would have eventually gotten ... quieter.

ok I am done with the wondering. He was a nice guy and I appreciate the memories given, but when it comes down to it - he was just a stepping stone. Things happened between him and I for a reason. And I might not know what that reason is, but I do know that somehow it led me to Mr. Tortilla Face. Let's face it, he might not be the sweetest guy out there. And I definitely would not classify him as a nice guy. but he is a great guy. And only he knows how to battle me to death and make me smile all in one hour. How could I ask for more?
although a fuller set of lips wouldn't be too much to ask for right? kidding. he knows I love kissing him.

enjoy the silence
-Cin

did ya miss me?

come on I know you missed me. I missed you. my little blog you! I've been so busy. doing stuff. so shame on me for the neglect. But I am back now. I think.

so let me talk to you about someone that is beyond important in my life:

this right here is my babe. or as my mom calls him, my tortilla face. It is the most recent picture of us in which we are spending some quality time at a soccer game. (this night LA Galaxy owned DC United 5-2) It looks like if I am really darker than he is. But who cares, the boy is white.

he is the person that makes a lot of imperfections in life seem perfect. The best part is that he does it by simply being him. this babe of mine has been molded into a smart ass, shit talking, sarcastic little a-hole by... moi. But deep down, you will find that he is a very patient, kind-hearted, level-headed, funny guy. I love having staring contests with him - I always win though because he falls asleep. And my favorite part about him is when I ask him "to hold me like he's never held me before." Each time its different. So clever.

Like most guys, he is into sports. And although I hate to admit it to him, so am I. Or at least I have a tolerance and high understanding to most. I just get bored easily. I refuse to let him know this though, because then that would mean having to go to church with him every Saturday... (by church I mean sitting in front of the TV watching college football games back to back).

And although I can tell you 425.3 different things that he does that drive me up against a wall... that is only 10% of who he is. The other 90% makes me forget the times that I want to slap him with a tuna sandwich. And although most do not see it, we are very affectionate towards each other. He makes me feel like his "amorcito." We are friends before we are a couple. I think that is why we click. We complement each other in more ways than one. A lot of my negatives he turns into positives. Times when people make me want to smack them, he gives me the look that makes me settle down (after yelling a bit of course). When either is down, the other picks up the pieces. (I love how he takes care of me when I am sick). We bring out the best of each other and push each other to improve. He is my support team, cheer leading squad, and bff rolled into one. I can talk. And he can listen. At least for the most part he listens. Although there are plenty of times when I catch him in lala land when I am running my mouth. Even then, I can't blame him (even though I do). I do talk a lot.

And about a year from now, we will start a new chapter of our lives together. holy crap I am going to be known as Cin de Tortilla Face..... I wouldn't want it any other way.

so here's to you babe. I hope you are ready for this roller coaster of a coming year. I promise that in the end the ride will be more than worth it. I love you.

enjoy the silence -- Cin (de Tortilla Face) aka CinPamStid

Buddha and PichoPacho

this little man is my nephew Benjamin. He is my little buddha. He is the youngest of my nephews at 3 years old. Let me tell you something about this little booger - he is personality. personality. personality. he has this look about him that makes you think "aw. how cute!" but once his mind and his mouth get going - get outta the way, because he turns into Captain Jack Sparrow or Darth Vader (whatever movie he happens to be into at the time). he is so animated. at first he refused to talk. he just wanted to do his own thing. Then it seems as if though he decided he was ready to be a big boy and just started being part of conversations. He definitely does not have a problem telling you "NO!" or "I don't love you anymore!" He is the youngest, but runs the household without a problem. And even though he is a firecracker ready to go off... he is soooo loving. he always gives me kisses and tells me that he loves me. He gives me hugs. Wakes me up to a good morning kiss. Tells me "don't worry tia Cindy, I will help you!" I love my buddha.




and now my PichoPacho. this is my first nephew Eric. Ben's older brother. In case you are wondering which one he is, he is the Michael Phelps Jr that is jumping off! ok. ok. so maybe this is not a close up picture and you are not able to see how handsome he is. But I chose this picture because it reminds me so much of the little man that he is. He LOVES sports. Soccer is his love. when he was young, he knew players just by seeing what jersey they were wearing. And he couldn't read at 2, so its not like if he was reading the names on the back. Swimming is his latest thing. And let me tell you, he is pretty good at it. He keeps advancing level to level without a problem. In his last class he was amongst 10 year olds. This is who he is. He likes to venture into things that help him gain knowledge and grow. He has always been really quick on picking up on new things. He loves learning stuff that have to do with dinosaurs, astronomy, and sports. He is smart, funny, and shy. He LOVES his Tia Cindy and he definitely tries very hard to please me. Having a conversation with him is now very entertaining, especially since he contributes to it very well. And his smile... I love his smile. It lights up his beautiful eyes. I love my Picho Pacho.

these are my boys. Even after I have my own... these two will still be my boys. if they only knew how much they helped me years ago to get out of a rut I was in. this is only one of the reasons why they mean so much to me.

enjoy the silence

-Cin