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30 things before turning 30
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Hora De Chisme: the last year
February 24, 2025
Reintroduction
Let’s do a reintroduction.
Hi, my name is Lizzeth, but everyone and their mommas like to mispronounce it; so please just call me Liz. I’m twenty-eight and an Aries baby. I’m currently a sahm with two under two, (Not for the weak). I consider myself an extrovert introvert. I’m a shy person if approached, but once you get my talking trust me you won’t be able to shut me up. I’ve been blogging since the end of 2016 and vlogging since 2020, both on and off. To date, both blogging and vlogging are my favorite hobbies, and I wish I never stopped. As for my other hobby…making earrings has slowly decline. As much as I love creating, the time is not there. I however, recently discovered my love for reading and would love to start or join a book club. I started reading physical copies, and now it’s been all ebooks. To be honest, give me a sweet treat and a book and I’ll be happy. Lately, finding my happiness has been an ongoing struggle, so here I am fulfilling my need to express myself through my blog. I’m on a journey to finding my happiness and I’m learning that it’s through consistency. Consistency is my current goal in whatever that looks like. I have the habit of picking something up and then dropping it for whatever reason. I do however hope I can stick to one of many goals this year. So, here’s to a new journey of trying new things. And, thank you to those who’ve stuck around from the beginning and will continue to do so. And to the new ones here, welcome. 🫶🏼
If you would like to get to know me a bit more I do have facts about myself (: 10 Facts About Me & 10 Facts About Me, Part 2.
Lizzeth
December 28, 2023
2023 Reflection
I somehow managed to make it to another year. I cannot say whether this year was a good or bad one. It was a year filled with a lot of firsts, so those were fun. Despite everything I’m thankful for everything that has happened this year. I’ve cried and laughed through the year but one thing for sure is that I have a better mind state walking into the new year.
So let’s talk about the things I’ve learned this year:
2. There will never be enough time. Don’t matter if I wake up early or sleep late there will always be something that doesn’t get done.
3. Grief will always be there and “time” doesn’t always heal.
Highlights
2. Our family purchase.
3. My first Mother’s Day. 🫶🏼
4. Posting again… blogs & vlogs.
5. The LOVE everyone gives little Missy.
6. Seeing my grandpa open his business.
7. Expanding new items in my shop.
8. Selling at two different storefronts. *
9. Seeing Rauw and Karol G in concert.
10. Serotonin of Disney.
Thank you to everyone who has shown me so much love throughout my journey of motherhood, business-related, blog + vlog and honestly just being me. Every year I think I always have it down, but there's always something that happens. I'm nervous but excited to see what the new year brings. Happy New Year Friends and I hope everyone stays safe.
March 24, 2022
2 years in...
January 02, 2022
2021 Reflection
Fuck 2021.
I mean that's pretty much it. No, but honestly this past year was definitely something. So much happened that I know eventually everything will come to light. However, let's try to keep it nice and wrapped up until I know I'm healed to talk about it.
Needless to say, I've learned some things on the way.
- I overly stress with the things I cannot control.
- Everyone will eventually show their true colors.
- No one will do for you, what you'll do for them.
- Hitting 1000 sales on Etsy.
- Disney Trip. (Anniversary)
- My parents getting along.
- My sister’s graduation.
- My mom’s successful surgery.
- Successful Pop-Ups. (all year round)
- Getting my toes fixed lol.
- Having multiple cups sell out.
- Birthday Trip to Vegas.
- April 12 👼🏻
December 26, 2021
your wings were ready but my heart was not
To my little Angel,
This past week has been extremely hard. This week we were supposed to be getting ready for your arrival. Christmas was supposed to be different this year. Today was allegedly our due date.
On April 12th, I found out I was pregnant. I was completely shocked and flabbergasted. We had come back from my birthday trip to Vegas. And at this point, I don’t even remember how late I was on my period I just knew I had become irregular. I remember running to Target to buy an “expensive” pregnancy test. It was once again confirmed. I surprised Daddy with the news and he cried with so much joy. From that moment we began making changes for you.
We were overfull with joy. We had plans. We were thinking so much into the future. Your daddy talked to you every single day. They were beautiful moments. Everyone was so excited, of course, those who knew because it wasn’t many.
Little did we know you had other plans.
The little time I was pregnant was such a hard time. The stress I underwent was honestly insane. It was my first time and I had no experience. I was googling everything and psyching myself out. I ended up going to the ER. I remember I didn’t want to go because I was scared. My mom told me, I had to go urgently. When I arrived I was only able to go in by myself due to COVID. They did every single test I can think of. I was feeling positive towards the end. Before they discharged me they gave me the news of a possible miscarriage. I remembered crying but I kept trying to be positive.
On May 5th, I received an email, “…no heartbeat detected…” Your daddy and I were a complete mess. Just a few days ago you had a heartbeat and now you didn’t? It was one of the hardest days. I was furious. I was blaming myself. I just didn’t know what happened. The doctor assured me it had nothing to do with what I did. Things unfortunately just happen. Next thing I knew I was scheduled for a D&C. A surgical procedure to remove you. Another one of my hardest days. I just remembered waking up and crying because I know you were officially gone.
We now fast forward to today. We wish and prayed things would’ve been different. We miss you so much. There’s honestly not a day that goes by where we think or talk about you. It’s always the “what ifs.” You and my sister were going to share birthdays. Now we are off to celebrate her.
To our little angel, you are loved and forever missed.
I will hold you in the heart until I hold you in heaven...
Rest in Peace
June 15, 2020
Current Obsessions | June 2020
May 21, 2020
Hair Transformation
August 05, 2019
Goodbye SJ
I came to SJSU with briefly knowing my roommate since we went to the same high school, and a friend I had here at the time. I lived 400+ miles away from home and I was ready for the extra freedom. I lived on campus my first year and I think it was by far the best decision I could’ve ever made. I got my first tattoo and went to my first rave. I did many late boba runs and game nights. There were many DC (Dining Common) trips and yes, Freshmen 15 was real. For all the times, I got drunk in dorm rooms and almost got caught and that one time, I blacked out and woke up in a shower. [Thank goodness, I’m alive]. I went to my first tailgate, lost my retainers and looked like milk (those that know, know). There was even a time my roommate and I got fishes for no reason. And when December would come around, it was time for Christmas in the Park; which soon became a yearly thing. I came into my first-year meeting so many people. That year I meet my best friends now whom, I love and cherish. We all graduated this past year and it was so heartwarming yet so heartbreaking. I was happy for all of us because we started and ended together, but sad. Sad because I’m sitting here thinking when the next time will be, we see each other again. I come to realize it won't be 2-3 months, how it would be sometimes because of summer. We all moved to different parts of the country and I hope we all keep our word to go on vacation once a year to see each other. You guys helped me grow and I cannot thank you guys enough. I value our friendships and I know we will be reunited together again.
In San Jose, I got my first job. I was poor poor with only $20 in my bank account. I ate a cup of noodles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for days. I valued a piece of bread. I got stalked. There were a lot of pho runs. There was a lot of anger at some point and tears. I felt betrayed. My obsession with makeup started. My home away from home was there for me through my toughest times. I would like to say they saw me at my lowest lows. I gained a whole family, whom I’m so grateful for. Thank you to the family that took me in as one of their own. Thank you for allowing me to come to your house without knocking. For opening the doors to me and feeding me during my toughest times. Thank you for expecting me to be there for birthdays and letting me spend thanksgiving with you guys. I am forever grateful you considered me as your daughter and sister. I love you all forever.
My lowest low was when I ended up moving back home for a semester. I’ve talked about it many times, but I’m happy that that was when I decided to start my blog.
Before continuing at State, I went to New York with my pledge sister and it was by far my favorite place. I came back to State feeling better than ever. Yes, many meltdowns happened but I always came on top. I moved to an apartment which was my home for my last two years. Some friendship grew apart and some grew strong. USFC Nights were poppin.’ Banda Nights became a thing and after Banda Nights there were the taco truck runs. Where my only two spots to eat were Bdubs or Pho. Where target runs were being down every other day. Having the memory of La Tree going to a rave together. Celebrating so many birthdays and the majority of them getting out of hand. Looking back at all the memories and I’m happy I got to experience going to two soccer games, seeing Banda MS for the first time and plenty of first-timer concerts. A memory that I won't miss was spending money on my worst habits.
During my last year, it was different. Maybe because I knew once July 2019 was here, I was leaving? In Aug 2018, a friend/5th roommate passed away and it affected me in a way I didn’t think it was. That was a real unexpected goodbye. As the year was going by, I began to calm down. I came to my five senses and began getting my shit together x3. I began focusing on myself and friendships that I hold close to my heart. I loved that I began a professional job and I saw myself grow from it. My last year was the hardest as well and I feel like I touched upon that. However, I made it on top. I came to SJSU and graduated and I guess my time here is done.
By the time you’re reading this, I have already left SJ and living back at home.
So let’s get to the main event: I want to say thank you to all the people I met and impacted my life one way or another. Thank you for all the adventures, cries, rants, laughter, love and support. Thank you, SJ for allowing me to branch out. I shared the best moments of my life with you and the majority of you guys helped me when I was at my worst. I knew that at the end of the day I could count on you. Moving to San Jose was the best impulsive decision I have ever made AND I know I will eventually see you all, but until then it’s a goodbye from me. THANK YOU and HUGE THANK YOU TO:
Steph, Constance, Marilyn, Sydney, Cristian, “The Boys,” Angie, Passerotta, Lil Yaro, Magz, My Big, The Vargas Family, P.Mom, Moni, Tere, Gaby, Baby P, Mo-P, Danika, Marco (R.I.P), Deyo, Bebe, Emmanuel, Alycia, Ana, Ashley, Nick and Ryan.





