Time Management Inner Chingona Style: Getting Me Back on My Personal Track

26 Aug

images (5)Check out my horoscope for today:

Hi Carmen! Here is your Daily WorkScope for Tuesday, August 26

You’ll be easily distracted now, so breaking everything down into little steps is crucial. Set goals you can actually achieve, and don’t let frustration diminish your focus.

Sometimes, these things hit it right in between my eyes. Yesterday, Inner Chingona had to set me straight. A fuerzas you might say, while I was laying on a hospital bed, and told me that it was time to get my ish together, that it was not by chance that I had not been feeling well, that I had a lot to do with why I was stopped in my tracks. So, laying there toda enferma/ill, I started to think of what needed to happen. And Inner Chingona was not going to make it easy either, I had to come up with something to start ASAP for the next month.

Today, I continued my talk with God, Jesus and the Virgen of G to help get me back on track. These days always coincide when I don’t feel good physically. When I’m down physically, even with a cold, it is always a sign that, if nothing else, I’m moving too fast in most or all areas of my life. Today, as Inner Chingona gave it a break LOL, things were much more soothing, so I was able to think more clearly.

I took time to break out some short-term goals that I want to reach within the next month, my 3rd Quarter Tune Up if you will. While it’s unrealistic that I completely stop all that I do, it’s time to be smarter about it.  Time to disconnect from some of the distractions that are driving me crazy and catching up with my productivity.


In no particular order:

1. Take a break from Social Media. I’m such a chismosa and love to see what’s happening but it should not be at the expense of my health, my time or my responsibilities.
2. Make time to get my health back on track, including taking the time to sleep and rest.
3. List and actually finish the projects that I’ve started.
4. Kill the distractions that do not allow me to get thru my goals/day be they people,projects,  ideas and straight-up pendejadas.
5. Don’t worry about long-term goals for this month, concentrate on finishing what you start this month, that way, you’ll have time to accommodate the rest of your ‘to-do’ list.

It’s all about shutting my mouth, pulling my sleeves up, and working my 30-Day List.  Looking forward to getting thru the month working it smarter, not harder.


What are your Top 5 ways to get yourself back on track?

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Linda Ronstadt and the Joy of Following My Cultural Heart

21 Aug

images (4)I can honestly say that, ever since I can remember, I’ve always been into my Mexican culture. I grew up surrounded by music, food, my hilarious familia from Michoacan who continue to remind us and tell us about Mexico. Being that my Mom was from the US and my Dad was from Mexico and a musician, we grew up bi-cultural from the start,  it is so interesting to me to see how the 5 of us siblings have our different ways of honoring our culture.

I don’t think that anyone will deny that I was the daughter who has always ‘represented’ and have always worn my culture on my sleeve. In the third grade, I was chosen to “plan” my first Cinco de Mayo, the staff really did it all but, gave me the credit, and after that first event, it was ‘ON’. I took charge of any opportunity thru all of my years in school from elementary school to university, to work it in cultural events and, more important, to make sure that the event was done as authentically as possible. I had a Mom who had great ideas and my Dad is so ‘folklorico’, he knew what looked or sounded right so I was off!

I was constantly running into this dilemma, “you’re not Mexican enough”, “no sabes hablar en espanol bien“, “how come you act like you’re white?” (when I’d speak in English around my Mexicano friends) and on and on and on. In school, I was into Student Government just as much as I was into my many Latino clubs. I will admit, however, that I was never completely comfortable being myself around anyone anytime until I got at the University.


I had always been a fan of Linda Ronstadt and her music, I never knew that she was Mexican American. Imagine my joy when she came out with “Canciones de Mi Padre“. I was always the first one to get the latest music so I was completely floored when I heard her break out with “Los Laureles” – it doesn’t get any more Mexican than that. What struck me was her accent, so much like my own when I spoke Spanish. But the fact that she had the ‘huevos’ to get up there and do her thing with the #1 mariachi in the world, El Mariachi Vargas de Tecatitlan, and sing these classic songs, songs that I had heard my entire life, totally gave ME the big push I needed to claim and own that cultural part of myself 100%. I would, from that time on, make an effort to roll the many r’s in my name in front of anyone, not just in front of relatives or people who spoke Spanish; I would not be embarrassed to let out a grito if I wanted to in front of anyone, I would follow my cultural heart if you will. I would speak Spanish NO MATTER HOW IT CAME OUT. And I would follow my dream of working in Spanish radio — so what if I wasn’t born in Mexico? so what if my Spanish was more like Spanglish at times?  Y’all know how that turned out…I am working at my twelfth Spanish radio station at this writing.

I was not alone in loving “Canciones de Mi Padre”, it struck a chord for many of us. For many, it was the very first time that they had ever listened to a mariachi, ever heard the classic songs that we Torres’ were blessed to hear practically from the womb, and likely the first time that they publicly expressed pride in their culture. The great majority of us have never lived in the motherland, yet we always felt very connected to our culture and, many times, we were made to feel bad for being half American, for not knowing how to speak Spanish well, for instinctively loving our both countries. Music was, for many of us, the bridge — one of the ways that we learned how to speak in Spanish and make it flow. To hear Linda Ronstadt sing all of these songs that we somehow knew was culturally powerful. Linda Ronstadt, for me, was the first true Mexican-American artistic heroine and she had a huge influence on those to come like Selena and La Jenni. And closer to home, my father, Mike Torres,  who KNOWS the music and, more important, the feeling one has to have to sing rancheras as one has to throw all of the emotion into the song in order to make it authentic, says that “this girl sang it right” LOL.


Although I’m very sad that Linda Ronstadt will no longer be able to sing due to her illness, her musical and cultural journey was not in vain and it is not that much different that ours: Grew up speaking in English, heard the Spanish language and music in Spanish her entire life, opted to follow her musical heart to become a successful music star in English, and like many of us – we can run but we cannot hide, we always come back to our cultura. I have so much admiration for her because she followed her heart and opened up the world for us as much as for herself.

All I have to do is hear her versions of the classics, “La Charreada”  “Por Un Amor” or “El Crucifijo de Piedra” and I think, “oh man, I can totally sing that”… and then after like the first verse, I know that I’m nowhere in Linda Ronstadt’s league musically, but, culturally, I’m right up there with her.  I will, confess, though, that one of the songs that I will attempt in karaoke is ‘Tu Solo Tu”, y sin tener que tomar un trago/no drink needed.  LOL.  If you haven’t listened to “Canciones de Mi Padre” in awhile, I invite you to do so and you may have this sudden urge to break out in a grito and you will find that you actually know the words to the songs but have no clue when or how  you learned them.  Celebrate one of the must beautiful parts of our cultura today…enjoy the music and salute Linda Ronstadt’s musical legacy in both Spanish and English.

Here are a few of my favorites:













Turning The Tables: Attitude of Gratitude

10 Aug



This morning I woke up “comiendo gallo” in a grouchy mood.  I did not want to go over to the folks house, I did not want to get up, I did not want to do anything.   I knew that their house needed to be cleaned as company was coming over and I did not want to handle it.    I get there and, in less than 10 minutes, had transferred my badass negative attitude to the entire house.   Even Mom said, “ay so negative” to me.

As always happens when physical activity is involved, my bad mood subsides, and my dad says, “mija, esta casa vuele a limpio” referring to the clean-smelling house.  As I was en friega sweeping, mopping, cleaning, I realized that it was only 2 hours out of my day and that, in my lifetime, that my folks did MANY things that they probably did not want to do because of me.

Back in the day, I used to just get throw my fit, get up and walk out of the house…now, I really really really make an effort to make things right before I step in or out of that door.  It’s important.  This is what I do:

1.  Put things in perspective:   Leave my badass attitude on the kitchen floor, in the trash, etc. and remember that it is, after all, only two hours out of my day to make things better for all of us.

2.  Remember why you do what you do:  I remember that I do this out of love for Mike and Margaret, plain and simple.

3.  Sit still. Practice gratitude and give out positive vibes:  I started doing this about a month ago.  It settles me down and it gives me a  chance to reconnect with Mom and Dad, apologize, and remember that these negative moments don’t last forever.

Thank God my parents are so cool…I know that it is not realistic for me to always be sunny and cheery,  God, Jesus, the Virgen of G and Inner Chingona have been great at stopping me in my tracks these past few weeks so that I remember just how blessed I am that BOTH Mom and Dad are still with us.   Our lives can change in an instant and one of us could be gone just like that…so it’s all about appreciating your loved ones and striving to be positive every day!

InnerChingonaApproved Advice: Stay Out of Your Own Way and MAKE Things Happen

4 Aug

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Effing Frustrada with Myself.   Inner Chingona tells me EVERY day, to stay out of my own way and get to the job at hand, whatever it may be.  I think to myself, “yeah, she’s absolutely right”, but do I do it?  Not often enough.   I have so many ideas running in my head, so many plans, so many things that I’m going to handle “within the next 5 minutes”, so many opportunities to do the things that I want to do … and then today,  I overheard a conversation that SHOULD HAVE BEEN MY CONVERSATION.  I should have taken more ownership in this matter so that I would not sit here now, knowing, and it hurts to admit this, knowing that I could have done more to make it happen for myself, on my own terms.

I wish that someone would have sat me down when I was a young girl and showed me how to channel my energy, to navigate myself and shown me, the absolute importance of STAYING OUT OF YOUR OWN WAY in order to be a success in life.  I know that I would have been living my life at another level because I loved myself enough to stand up for myself, do the work needed, and then step back to let God, Jesus and the Virgen of G make it all happen.

So today, after I had my lil ‘berrinche”,   almost in tears, I got up and came to my favorite place to write the hell out of my journal and to figure out how I could be more proactive in all areas of my life, so that Inner Chingona can stop, for lack of a better word, chingando.


What do I know today?  That I like having a lot of plans, projects, things to do.   What else do I know today?  That I need to organize myself AFTER I get myself into a new state of mind:  Inner Chingona has thrown down with my Inner Chillona many times because of my tendency to think like a victim, to say that no one was really there for me, that no one could understand me, so how could anyone help me?   Inner Chingona has shown me, maaaaany times, that, whenever I stopped crying about it, stopped with the terca attitude,  and have intelligently taken life on, that I really could get what I want!

Today, what I really needed was a road map, so I borrowed these steps  from Jessika at Bohemian Musings blog.  Inner Chingona approved advice.  Waaay past time for me to sit back and practically cry tears at lost opportunities por sonsatontapendeja.  It’s time to live Inner Chingona Style.  Read on and bring your life to another level, maybe I’ll see you up there!


How To Get Out of Your Own Way

1)Face the Facts: YOU are the one stopping your dreams from becoming a reality.
Once you accept and see the patterns and ways of self sabotage, you can devise a plan to overcome it.
2)Believe in Yourself.
This is the most important, without this belief you can and will not be successful. The negative voices in your head will win each time and you will be left discouraged and without any strength to continue.
3)Surround yourself with Positive People who are going places.
Positivity is infectious so let it rub off on you. Like attracts like and if you’ve been hanging around negativity then it’s time to reorganize your circle of friends.
4)Stop Procrastinating.
Some goals simply require disciplined action. Just Do it.
5)Drop the Baggage.
Maybe you’ve failed before. Maybe everyone has always told you, you would never achieve great things.Let it go, along with any other past baggage that isn’t serving you well right here and now. Write it down, get it out all out of your system and then burn it and let it be released from within you. Move on.
Once you have a clear picture of what it is you are going after, you must have laser-like focus to determine the steps that will be needed to turn the dream into a reality.
7)On Paper it’s a Plan, in your Head it’s only a Dream.
Read any article written on people who have made it to where they wanted to be and you will find the majority of the time their one key to success was writing their goals down in the first place. Getting things out of your head and onto paper makes them tangible, no longer something that only exist within your head.
8)You can do anything you want, but maybe you won’t be able to do everything you want.
This is something I’m guilty of doing.  I find it very difficult to focus on only one thing but when I do I’m more productive. It’s easy to get in our own way by trying to do too many things at once which only leads to very little being accomplished. Try focusing on your tasks one a time and moving on to the next only once what your working on is finished.
9)If it’s not working, STOP DOING IT!
When Albert Einstein defined insanity as; “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting  different results” he hit the nail right on the head. If you keep meeting resistance in a particular area of your plan, then it might be time to reassess and try a new way. Don’t be stubborn or think there is only one way. If the direction your headed in is not working, it’s simply the Universe telling you that there’s a better way for you. So find it.
10) If it doesn’t make you happy, don’t do it.
Working hard towards what you want will not be easy, but you should find joy and satisfaction in knowing that you are headed in the direction of you dreams and doing what you want to do. If that’s not true then you must reevaluate your goals and how you are pursuing them.

Now Do It

So start doing whatever it is that you’ve always wanted to do. Whether it’s changing careers, moving to another city or country, taking a round the world trip, mountain climbing, learning a new language, do it. All you need to do is plan an action route and go for it. Of course you will come across some real obstacles on certain paths of your life, so that’s why it’s so important that the rest of the time you stay out of your own way.

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Music or Sports for Mi Familia?

29 Jul


The majority of our family, on both sides, are major sports fans and their lives revolve around sports:  coaching teams, taking their kids to and from sporting events, watching sports, cheerleading.   I’ve always admired the discipline that they have when it comes to sports – it takes both physical and mental agility, ability, and passion to watch what you eat, to make sure your body gets enough rest, to get yourself to and from sporting events, near and far.   I guess it could be said that we have a family of jocks.   When they are all together and enjoying sports, I sit back and think, “I would love to really be a part of all that, why can’t I get into that?”    It’s fun to watch the fam represent their teams too:  A’s, Giants, 49ers, Raiders, Bears, Cowboys, Yankees…


Then I think some more, and I realize that my familia DOES have a sport.  Our lives revolve around it, we take our kids to/from events, we watch it, we enjoy it, we cheer them on:  our ‘sport’ is LA MUSICA.   Music takes a different side of mental and physical agility, ability and passion.  I’ve heard my Dad say, many times, that he cannot eat before a gig, as it doesn’t allow him to fully breathe to sing.  I’ve watched my familia juggle travel time to and from gigs, loading equipment, rehearsing, the bus coming to the Ranch at 3,4,5 in the morning and STILL go to school and work.   While there may no sports teams up in here, it’s all about artists, bands, musicians and everyone has their favorites!

I never had the patience  to learn sports or play music.  I do, however, have mad respect for those who do.  It’s great to see the positive vibe that all sports has on our fam.  Our sports familia works it in daylight hours  from 9am-5pm for their events;  the music fam works it evening hours from 9pm-5am LOL.   I especially love to watch the ones who teach or coach … so many of my cousins coach and mentor their lil ones as well as have an effect on countless other kids via sports.   So fun to watch Dad and siblings teach our lil ones how to play a cumbia, how to pronounce the words in Spanish before they sing the songs, and to see how incredibly accomplished my siblings are musically not to mention my nieces and nephews.

I guess that the way that I support both sides of my familia is the way that the majority of people do:  as a FAN or by listening to music as I walk LOL.    SUPPORT your family sport or hobby today, work it and enjoy it together!    

Below are random pics of my familia enjoying their sport of choice!


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My Lost Voice: Inner Chingona Helps Me Get my Shout Back.

24 Jul



SonsaTontaPendejaMensa yo.   The minute I started to actually talk myself OUT of what I should think, say, or write, with each passing month, I began to lose the most powerful part of myself. My voice.

Ever since I can remember, I have always had an opinion. Even when I was told to shut my big mouth, which was often, I never could. It was like I just HAD TO get my voice heard.   I was never afraid to speak up.

For the majority of my life, this was always the way I lived. My voice (with Inner Chingona’s help) was able to open so many doors for me, walk into any room, do whatever I wanted, go after any goal. Nothing could stop me.

So if nothing could stop me, que paso? Someone entered my life and, instead of appreciating my opinion, made the decision make me pay for having an opinion and for having family, friends, opportunities and goals. This person used everything that I had ever said in confidence against me and told anyone who would listen. It was at this moment that I stopped thinking for myself, stopped having my opinion, stopped writing with conviction  — I started holding things back in efforts to protect others. At the time, I thought that this was the thing to do. I spent months and months blaming myself for what this person took from me and, once I began to heal, I realized that all of this drama was NOT mine.  Ironically, this person was trying to find his voice, at the expense of mine.

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One short month ago, I made the scary decision to say ‘vayanse a la chingada to all of these demons, real and imagined. After a couple of years of holding back, holding things in, shutting down and, more important, when I realized that I hadn’t written ANYTHING  in three months, it was finally time to gather my tears, fears and carry on Inner Chingona style.

Now I feel like a baby who is learning how to say her first words: everything is hesitant, nothing is coming out right, who knows how it will sound? can I do it? I also ask myself the following: will my words ever be used against me so viciously with others? will I ever be able to shout again with confidence? will I ever be able to write with the passion that I once had and, more important, write for ME and not for, or in spite of,  others?

Today, the only thing that I know is:  I am a good writer;  I love to write, I “have” to write, it is an essential part of my voice
and I’ve missed it with a passion! So with some fear and a lil bit of ‘chorros’, I am back LOL.

FOLLOW YOUR PASSION, whatever it may be,  everything else will fall back into place.

Milestone Day: My Published Article

28 Apr



Love Milestone Days!  Got to my folks house last Friday and was pleasantly surprised to see that my article was published!   It’s always fun to see a dream realized and my parents were beyond proud of me, which is also very cool.  This article was an excerpt from a past blog entry on the joys of being Trilingual!   The article can be seen at http://www.joaguinmag.com  or you can read my blog entry below in Spanish, English and Spanglish…hope you like it!

Spanish Sunday Nights: Soy Trilingue


Soy Trilingüe:  Hablo en ingles, español, y en Spanglish!


Ahora que estoy estudiando, de nuevo, para tomar el examen Estatal para Interpretes, me la paso aprendiendo nuevas palabras y me pongo a pensar en el momento que comencé a hablar en español…bueno, disque en español porque fue una mezcla “mocho” tratando de buscar la manera de sonar natural, que mi vocabulario fuera fluido, donde no tendría que pensar en lo que quería decir…

Al escucharme hablar hoy en día,  a mucha gente le parece increíble que, en mi casa, no nos crecimos hablando en español – fue puro ingles.   Y bien me acuerdo, que de vez en cuando, algún familiar me diría algo como “porque no sabes hablar en español?”   A mí me daba mucha vergüenza – y no porque mis papas no nos hablaron en español sino porque yo quería aprender a hablar bien.   Estoy eternamente agradecida con mi Mama Margaret Torres – siempre nos hablo y nos enseno la gramática correcta en ingles y nosotros los 5 siempre hemos podido hablar y escribir muy muy bien en ingles.  Creo que fue a los 13 años que decidí aventarme a la lumbre y hablar en español, saliera como saliera.


Mi Tío Pascual (q.e.p.d.) fue el #1 en darme “carria” por mi manera particular de hablar en español.  Una vez estábamos en una fiesta familiar y me dijo, “si tanto sabes de español, entonces deletréame la palabra ‘Tzintzuntzan’ y lo hice perfectamente!  También me atreví a decirle que yo iba a aprender a hablar el español un día y que si quería ‘bailar’ conmigo, que aprendiera a hablar en ingles!   Me cerré los ojos esperando que me reganara o  algo así, pero no, simplemente se rio y nunca jamás me volvió a decir nada al respecto.  Pero si contaba la historia de “Tzintzuntzan” de vez en cuando con una sonrisa!

Como hubiera querido poder haber conversado mas con mi abuela, Ma’Lupita, sin duda la mujer más chistosa y única que he conocido en mi vida.  Porque yo SE que nos hubiéramos divertido mucho – ella con sus locuras y yo aprendiendo y riéndome.    Cuando sentí que ya estaba aprendiendo a hablar más español, ella ya estaba enferma del cáncer y, para la gran tristeza de todo el Rancho, falleció.

Más de una persona me ha dicho que tengo un buen sentido de humor y que se chismear y contar historias muy bien ya sea en ingles o en español.   El hecho de que pueda hacerlo en español se lo debo a mi papa, Mike Torres, a mi Mama Lupita, todos mis tíos del Rancho y una que otra persona quien nos llego de visita de Michoacán con su manera de hablar tan divertido y singular!  


Si tengo que hacerlo, puedo conversar inteligentemente completamente en español o en ingles;  pero a mí me encanta hablar en mi idioma principal, Spanglish, una mezcla de las dos!  Mucha gente dice que no es idioma oficial, que esto es hablar ‘mocho’, que no sabemos hablar ni una ni la otra, pero no es así:  es un producto de los dos mundos donde siempre he vivido y me siento en casa dondequiera que este!


ENGLISH TRANSLATION:  I’m Trilingual:  I speak Spanish, English, and Spanglish!

Now that I’m studying, again, for the State Interpreter Exam, I am constantly learning new words and it got me thinking to the time where I started to speak in Spanish…well, it wasn’t really Spanish as much as it was a mixture that everyone would call “mocho”, I was trying to find the way to sound natural, trying to find a way that my vocabulary would be fluid and natural, where I didn’t have to think about what I wanted to say, that I would just be able to say it.


When people hear me speak Spanish today, they think that it’s incredible that we did not grow up speaking in Spanish – English was spoken at home.  And I remember that more than one family member would tell me, “why don’t you speak Spanish?”   I would get really embarrassed, but not for the reason that you would think, not because my parents didn’t speak to us in Spanish but because the Type A in me wanted to learn to speak well.   I’m eternally grateful to my Mom Margaret Torres – she always spoke to us and taught us her correct, flawless, English grammar thus the 5 of us were always able to speak, read, and write very very well in English.  I think that I was around 13 or so when I decided to go for it and learn how speak Spanish, and speak no matter how it came out.


My Tio Pascual (RIP) was the number 1 person who teased me constantly about my way of speaking in Spanish!  I remember we were at a Ranch party one time and he starts up, he tells me, “if you’re so good in Spanish, then spell this word for me, “Tzintzuntzan”; which I did, and perfectly!  So then I got all bold and told him that I was going to speak really good Spanish one day and that if he wanted to make it a fair fight, that he should learn how to speak English!  Man I closed my eyes just waiting for him to go off on me but, to my surprise, he just started laughing and he never teased me again although he did bring up the ‘Tzintzuntzan’ incident up from time to time with a smile on his face!


How I wish that I could have been able to talk more with my grandmother, Ma’Lupita, who remains by far the most unique and funniest woman I have ever met.  Because I so KNOW that we would have had a blast – she with her hilarious self and me laughing and learning.  When I felt that I was learning how to really speak in Spanish, she was already sick with cancer and, to the Ranch’s great sadness still, she passed away.


More than one person has told me that I have a good sense of humor and that I can tell stories and do the gossip thing really well whether in English or in Spanish.  The fact that I can do it at all is because of my Dad Mike Torres, to Mama Lupita, all of the aunts/uncles on the Ranch, and random folks who would visit from Michoacán with their fun and unique way of expressing themselves!  


Now if I HAVE to do it, I can converse intelligently in English or in Spanish; but my favorite mode of expression is in what I consider my primary language, Spanglish, a mixture of both.  Lots of people go crazy saying that it is not an official language, that it is a bastardization of the language, “mocho” if you will, that we cannot speak one language or the other, but it is not like that:  it is a product of the two worlds where I have always lived in and that has allowed me to be at home wherever I am.

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Hashtaggeando Inner Chingona Style

24 Apr


Lately, I’ve seen a hashtagging craze on social media.   The hashtags range from straight-up boring to downright hilarious.  I noticed that some of my hashtags always seem to get a reaction out of people, especially the ones in Spanish or, better yet, the ones in Spanglish.

Here’s a definition of a hashtag in case you don’t know what one is:

hash·tag ˈhaSHtag/
noun.  (on social media sites such as Twitter) a word or phrase preceded by a hash or pound sign (#) and used to identify messages on a specific topic.

I went onto my social media sites and took out some of the random entries including hashtags that always get a reaction and a lot of LOLs from folks.  Hashtags are like having the last word, or giving your statement a punchline, a word or group of words made to get a ‘boom!’ reaction and that relates to what you’ve just posted.  Some folks tend to go overboard with the hashtags, in my opinion.  The shorter, the more down-to-earth, the more real, the better.

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Take this morning for example, I had to get into meetings this morning, bought a medium coffee, and was still extremely drowsy as I drove into the office which got me to thinking the following:

“This café is not helping wake me this AM. If I find out that “el mac donal” gave me DECAF at this hour, va a haber bronca, it will be ON. #TooEarlyForFregaderas

Because, yes, it was too early for fregaderas!


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While I do own a hair dryer and straightener, I’m a huge fan of opening all four windows of my Jeep and driving on the freeway to dry and, better yet, straighten my hair.

“My favorite hair dryer and straightener. #estilorancho



Just last week, I wanted to put my room in order as our Ita would be coming over and staying in my room.   I put everything onto the bed and started working through that ‘montonal’ of clothes, books, and junk.  At about midnight, I was ready to toss everything:

“OMG only I would decide to spring clean at night! Kiki came to see how I was and I flipped my middle finger at this mess! LOL. I say I should just throw it all out!#QuienMeManda



Ya’ll know that I’m on the eternal quest to stick to an exercize plan…I love walking outside and, while walking in a park, one is bound to find folks walking their dogs.  One night last week, it seemed as if all of the huge horse-sized dogs were out and I always get nervous around dogs, especially big ones:

“Had to cut my walk short — too many very large dogs — while I wish dogs no harm, ya’ll KNOW I’m not a dog person. El colmo: a dog tamaño horse was sniffing my bottom as I walked, that was it. #EstasNalgasSonMias


Another day, it happened to be very hot as I walked:

“Good workout but oh so hot – if I could get away with it, I’d drive home in my chones LOL. It’s all about turn the música up and drive home with all windows down.#NoLonjaZone

I love checking out other people’s hashtags, some of the more hilarious ones are by comedian George Lopez, too funny!  My favorite one of his is #CalzonesTodosCagados – I laughed so hard at  that hashtag that I completely forgot what the actual post was about.  I’m been trying to get over writer’s block and MADE myself write about something tonight – just to get back to writing.  Maybe this ‘hashtaggeando’ thing just might do the trick and get me back to my regular writing schedule!  #DejaDeFlojerasCarmen


Inner Chingona: Is it Writer’s Block or Living Life?

27 Feb


Writer’s block.   How crazy does this make me?  In this past month, it hasn’t been so much writer’s block as it has been listening to others.  While listening to others can indeed be beneficial at times, it can also hinder my inspiration.  

I had been told that what I express through my blogs and that how I live life are not always an exact fit.  While I do not completely agree with that analogy, as writing doesn’t always have to mirror one’s real life.  I do think that, in order to retain authenticity in your writing, that, from time to time,a break is needed to evaluate what is put out onto a blog, therefore, for the world to see.  So much has been happening in my life that I’m not ready to share with the world, I guess.

It’s all about catching up with life, gaining that insight that showing up for life can give you, what parts of your life are destined for the ‘basura’ and which parts are worth keeping.   I guess I had been hit on all sides:  emotionally, financially, professionally, personally — that I’ve just now started to catch my breath.  Being that I’m such a Type A and want everything settled ‘pero YA’, I’m surprised at how patient I have become with the growth process.  I seem to keep saying, “it’s not time” for one thing or another.  But it’s not a desperate feeling anymore…it’s like I finally feel the process working.  Where it may seem like no progress has been made, I see and feel a tremendous amount of positive progress being made in my life.   That, and I’m so over the drama that has consumed me for the past couple of years.

The great thing is that I’m finally living a life … instead of always looking for safety, running for cover, hiding.  Perhaps, it is by living life, that I’ll be able to let my Inner Chingona out, find interesting things to write about and share via my writing.   Looking forward to the day when my Inner Chingona will stop telling me, ‘it’s not time yet’ to ‘OK, now go for it!’


Inner Chingona & Empowerment

24 Jan


So true…we spend so much time worrying about validating ourselves, our beliefs, our ideas, what we want and need and then, poof, the air suddenly clears and we finally begin to stop living to work, to stop putting ourselves on the back burner for others’ needs, and learn to validate ourselves and believe that listening to our Inner Chingona is not only okay, but very necessary!

My goal is to have more days where Inner Chingona helps me to feel empowered, even a little bit, every day so that I can take care of what I need to do so that I will have time in my life to do what I want to do!  A healthy Chingona is an effective Chingona!


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