My bad...

HAHA I'm sorry. I just realized that it appeared in my first post that the Mexican's SON is OLDER THAN ME. I meant that THE MEXICAN is eight years older than me not his son. Now that would be a little too much for even me to handle. Everyone would be thinking... "Jesus, Maria y Jose! How old exactly is this guy... ?" Lo siento. Sometimes I have so many ideas swimming through my head that it's hard to sort them out into good solid writing. 

In other news, I am very excited that one of my lovely friends, Kayla, may be joining me on my Mexican adventure this summer! She came with me in our junior year of high school when we were both 16 and very immature so it would be amazing to see how we'd turn out down there now that we're practically grown women... : ) Oh- and if anyone happens to stop by for some unknown reason feel free to check out her blogs! She's quite the interesting gal on her way to becoming a midwife. 

That's about it for today. I just have a serious "bugaboo" (Thanks Destiny's Child) on my hands in the form of a boy and I'm waiting for a friend to get her car back so we can go for some caffeine in the form of coffee, which I happen to have many love affairs with. I need to get out of here so I can escape the never-ending ringing of my celly. Wish me luck.