A little back story

My life is very strange. Why not share it with everyone? I hope this blog will be able to provide people with reason why I am the way I am. I am proud of who I have turned into and I want to share my story. Being someone who loves to share it would make sense to write a book... but that's just a lot of work when I don't have someone writing it for me. So hopefully this can be an online version of my story.

Let me give you a little back story to... well me

I was born in San Antonio, Texas Sept 1,1996. My mother was in the Air Force and my dad was in the Marines. Meaning I was born as a military brat. If I had it my way I would never would of had it this way, but as everyone says everything happens for a reason. My family moved everywhere. We moved to Florida then to Germany... then to Arizona and then finally California. These moves were never easy for anyone. When in Germany my mom was stationed in Kosovo for several months.

Right when I was born I became a pageant child.... no not toddlers and tiaras version but if I actually liked doing pageants trust me. I would have been a classier version of honey boo boo. While in pageants I heard a song that one of the older girls was singing. 'God Bless America' I told my mom I wanted to learn that too ( think its also because that girl won and I wanted to win my group). When we moved to Arizona my dad started working at the Boys and Girls Club. There I was able to sing at the sports games and talent shows. I was even able to win over my version of Ms. Trunchbull of a kindergarten teacher by singing. I sung God Bless America at my kindergarten graduation .... I thought I was the shit pretty much. I was even able to perform at the World Series Game 6 2001. After this I stopped singing. There wasn't really a reason to this, all I know is that I only stuck to singing in music class. I joined a karate class with my best friend because I wanted to do what she was doing. Months pass and our instructors split .... half of the group stayed at the community center and the other half went to train in a garage. OF COURSE I went to train in a garage. We were the best group and our instructor was a professional UFC fighter. Mind you this was Arizona where the hottest temperature I have ever lived through was 127 degrees. This was some of the toughest training I had ever gone through. I remember leaving jugs of water in his freezer and then putting them on the sidewalk so they would melt by the time our warm-up was over. The best part was that we kicked each others assess and never got in trouble for it. We trained for competitions... a lot of competitions. My strongest groups were fighting and musical weapons. Yes I said musical weapons. I was a pro at what I did. Soon enough I became the state fighting champion for my age group. People would drop out of my category because they didn't want to fight me. Musical weapons was the best because my mom choreographed my numbers. She watched many karate videos to figure out the best moves for my bo staff. I only worked with a bow staff where others used kamas, swords, fans, and even whips.... these were just very dangerous and sharp. My mom wanted something to impress the judges so she found fast songs. The first band she thought of was Metallica.

As a "performer" in the Musical Weapons category you often didn't want to have any lyrics during your piece because it would distract from your moves. She was able to find a CD that was by a String Quartet that did a full tribute to Metallica. Master of the Puppets String Quartet this song was my life for the longest time. Between this and Enter Sandman I won trophies that were several feet tall.

My UFC career ended when I moved to California ( thnxs mom and dad). No one wanted to honor my belts and wanted me to start from the beginning so I could go to competitions for them as a "lower level" and win more trophies for their studios. I wasn't interested in contributing to something they really didn't care about, it was only about the money for them.

I wasn't active in any way for several months. So my mom made a bracket chart. In each bracket it had a different type of sport listed in it. She said I had to choose something.....I somehow chose soccer. Maybe I thought I was Mexican enough for it. I played for about a season but I quit after that season because my team honestly sucked. We were pretty much the soccer version of BenchWarmers.

                                         
That is when I was introduced to the magical world of MUSICAL THEATRE. Mom said she had done theatre in college and I could try it since I sang. who knew that it was going to lead my to this crazy path that I am on now.