Isabella Sophia Valdes.

She's beautiful, admirable, angelic, cute, dazzling, delicate, delightful, gorgeous, ideal, lovely, adorable, captivating, enchanting, perfect, fascinating, mesmeric, glamorous, breathtaking, mindblowing, precious, sweet, ravishing, everything I could have ever asked for in such a tiny little body.

Top 10 things I would do if the world was a better place:

1. Give the poor old people at the bus stop a ride, without fearing that they will pull out a gun and either a. rape me AND/OR b. steal my money.
2. Compliment acquaintances if I knew it wouldn’t bite me in the ass eventually, because I know, someway, somehow, they WILL screw me over. I mean, it is 2011.
3. Give my boyfriend a hall pass. (LOL this one is my favorite)
4. Help the duck with broken legs in the middle of the road, without the fear that it was going to bite me in the process.
5. Care about my job, if it cared about me.
6. Somehow continuing #2; have more friends, if there were ANY real ones.
7. Pursue the career of my dreams; attorney (if they weren’t so corrupted), kindergarten teacher (if they weren’t so under-paid.)
8. Devour fatty foods unafraid of the calories. (haha, I know this has nothing to do with the world being a better place but it’s still wishful thinking)
9. Buy one of those hungry kids in Africa if the commercials were more convincing that the money really is going to them.
10. Give a bum my left-over sushi if he wouldn’t ask me “what the fuck is this?” & give it right back to me. (true story, by the way)

Crazy, Stupid, Love.

 "They didn't agree on much, infact they rarely agreed on anything. They fought all the time, and they challenged each other everday, but despite their differences, they had one important thing in common, they were crazy about each other."

 -The Notebook

What is love? Love is everything. & since love really revolves around everyone’s lives at all times, and I’m human of course, well then I’m obviously under the spell too! Yes, I said it, you're not alone. Love can mean so many things, you love your mom, your dog, your favorite pair of pumps, pizza, but then.. there is him, that one boy that heartbreak after heartbreak you just can't keep away, the only one who can make you laugh while you're sobbing & have all your boogers bubbling (don't laugh, I know it happens to you too), the one who "sweeps you off your feet" literally like drains you to the point where you feel like if you argue another second you are going to collapse off the face of this planet, even though the world is round and all, but at that point you don't even think logically, the one who makes you meet the unpleasant, psychotic, bipolar side of you, who you can't stand to be a second around, let alone, a second without, the one you crave when you're having a horrible day at work, and yet the only one who ever understands exactly how you feel even if you haven't said a word, the one who is so imperfect but perfectly yours, (yada-yada-yada, when talking about love you can't help but sound cliché & corny, cut me some slack.) the one who shows you the side of love you have waited so patiently for ever since you were a little gal' & re-played the scene where you would meet your prince charming over and over again in your head; walking your dog through the park, at a wedding, or maybe you'd be high school sweet-hearts, and stumble over him while dropping your books & making that breath-taking eye contact, or yes, of course that family party that was arranged just for the two of you to meet, but then you find yourself at a nightclub, sipping away your sorrows of not having yet met him, while kissing the luscious black label scented lips of the ONLY man you'd swear you would never, ever, hook up with, during a casual conversation with your cousin. Reality hits, as you're on your way back to his apartment explaining to him between make-out sessions that you "never do this" for the sake of your reputation, while looking at him with one eye open due to the level of intoxication and wondering "is that really who has been shoving his tongue down my throat all night?" yes, that's him. & 2 years and 5 months later, that is the one I look at, still with one eye open every single morning, & not due to intoxication, but due to the fact that I'm sleep deprived because I stayed up all night making love. Of course things haven't been fairy-tale perfect, and I’ve had the chance to run, plenty of times, but something keeps me here, and rather than questioning fate, it's gone much smoother just accepting today, while forgetting yesterday, and not worrying about tomorrow. Yes, it's true, we are like your typical point and laugh couple, because one weekend we're in love on "social networks" and the next we are at your local club, on different sides, making eye contact every which way possible. Uhuh.. the one I so often talked smack about, "who him? I don't love him.. he's dating who? ha, I can care less" yet running to my iPhone & logging on to my mom’s face book to see the new pictures and having my heart drop.. while choking out the words "I’m happy for him." But after every single bump along the way, he's the love of my life & there is nowhere else in the world I’d rather be than waking up to him every single day. I encourage every little girl to dream, but also to understand when it isn't always rainbows and butterflies, because in reality, the most un-perfect love stories are the deepest and realist. & love, only means what you want it to mean. But when do you know it's real, unconditional, love? To me love only means one thing; Michael Andres Gonzalez <3

First things first

in·spi·ra·tionNoun/ˌinspəˈrāSHən/

1. The process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, esp. to do something creative: "flashes of inspiration".

2. The quality of having been so stimulated, esp. when evident in something: "a moment of inspiration in an otherwise dull display".

You want to do it, you know you can do it, you know that once you DO, do it, you're going to be very satisfied, yet.. you feel like you just can't start? It's almost like sky diving, although, I’ve never gone sky diving, but I've always wondered about it... which is almost the same thing? Right? Wrong. Unless you actually do it, nothing is going to feel the same. Which leads me to my point, I’ve always wanted to blog, and with that I mean actually commit to it, sure I’ve started, but never really gone through with it. I think about it all the time, but today, something different happen. I walk into work, wait for Cristina (the new girl at my job, who I have automatically clicked with), then take the elevator; without dropping my phone into the very slim (almost impossible) slot diving the floor and the actually elevator; like I did yesterday, thankfully, I recovered it, in one piece. but that’s on a whole other note. Well, back to where I was.. I walk into the kitchen and as I’m having breakfast, the usual, Melina walks in (the senior staff accountant), something about her has always interested me, no homo.. I mean in like a way that I knew she was as interesting at the blog she mentioned she had this morning, which I asked her to email me, and have been reading all day long. To my surprise, it's 12:37PM and I’ve been here at 7:30AM hanging out with the same stack of papers I’ve had all day, just reading her blog, and of course, now.. writing my own. I swear I’m sure the costumers on the phone can hear the A.D.D in my voice while I’m listening to every other word they are saying, trying to direct them somewhere away from my ear. After too much thinking, and wishing, a hoping, here I am, 100% inspired by Melina, doing something for ME, we'll get to what I mean by that later on in my posts.

Unlike social networks: Facebook, twitter, MySpace, etc.; where you get to read all about everyone’s alter-egos, fake life styles, and picture perfect relationships. A blog is somewhere I can do something I love, such as writing, and be the full of life, crazy, motor brain, care-less 20 yr old girl that I, well, will be, in exactly 2 wks and 6 days. & not care what anyone has to say, let alone, wait anxiously to get atleast one "like", or "re-tweet", to assure me that my post wasn't absolutely ludicrous or anything. I often come off as a confident, don't care what you think, kind of girl.. but really, we are all here for the same thing right? & it's to be at least semi-accepted by society. That's why we cover up all our family problems, boyfriend issues, or back-stabbing friend stories, to somewhat come off as if we have it all, and you know, add numbers to the "hatas." All with the exception of the weirdo’s who post they're drama all over these social networks.. oops, there I go, judging, GUILTY, let's face it, we all are. I guess I should start working now.. but, first things first, I’m Yari, almost 20 years old, and this is my life, and I’m somewhat going through a quarter life crisis, while my mom is going through her mid-life crisis, oh the joy of having a young mom :o), and here I am.. a couple heart-breaks, a hand full of best friends, high school horrors, two miscarriages, plenty of jobs, a family divorce, a beautiful niece, two cars, fake boobs, plenty of vacations, an amazing little brother, two dogs who have totally changed my life, and a shitload of head bumps later.. trying to figure out who I am and what I want, which is extremely difficult when you think your life has almost passed you by and nothing really went the way you wanted it too, and its easy to sit and dwell on the past and accept the fact that there isn't much you can do to fix it, instead of being aspirant and knowing that the future is completely yours and you can do whatever you like to make it the world you want to live in. Wow, I should take my own advice huh? Hahaha, well .. catch you later, this blog is most definitely going to be the end of my Apollo Bank career :p

P.S. i really hope I laugh at all of this when I am going through my mid-life crisis.