Vote, VOte , VOTE!

WHy do these pesky people call me to tell me who to vote for? Cheese Balls, cant I have my own opinion on who I should vote for if I even decide on doing just that? LEAVE ME ALONE! Another thing is the spanish lady that has been calling me for the past week and all I understand is John McCain... What the devil is that about?
I speak english. No Espanole here. I know that the spelling on that is wrong ok so sue me. Whatever. Lets just do this thing tomorrow so that we can just get this over with. I will vote im just not voting for anyone yall know. Ill put my own name in the presidential slot. How do you like that suckers! hahahahahahaha.

Time Keeps Slipping Away...

Man oh man!
I swear when I was younger I always thought that time was slow, I enjoyed my childhood playing outside.
Now that I am older and have responsibilities it seems like years are going by alot faster.
WTF? This year is coming to a close in 2 months?
Really freaks me out to think that all this time and I still haven't done much.
My baby cakes is already over a year, Daughter is 6....
WOW
Time is such a crazy thing.
I have no time to do ish. This is why my friends that at this moment I should be working on my homework and instead I am chatting away to yall.
Great.

Drunkin Uncle

SO i just recently started hanging out with my cousin (the one who i didnt see for 10 years) and it has been really cool. He is funny and I didnt realize that being around my family makes me feel great.
I met up with him and another cousin last night, and my uncle and his woman was there also.
THis is fine because I get along with him fairly well.
Here we are at a bar and immediatly I order a beer, My uncle pays for it, which I am totally cool with. We drink a few, someone says lets go to another bar, so we go.
I get there in an impressive time, thanks to my great driving abilities. Yes, I am a great driver even after a few dranks.
We order another round, and let me tell you this when I drink I tend to talk, I mean talk ALOT.
I hate it but its something that I cannot help, Well I am a good listener as well.
So here we are at a table just chatting our drunk asses away, and other family members start to come up.
We are talking about the dumb ones, the ones that have done better for themselves, you know just family in genaral.
Well somewhere I must of pushed the line calling my aunt a "lesbian" which she is and happens to be my favorite aunt. Not just for being that way but because she is crazy, outspoken, open-minded, and I just love who she is.
Well I didn't recognize when others are drunker than I, untill my uncle starts going off on me.
Im just sitting there like what the hell just happened?
I try to justify myself by telling him exactly what I meant by what I said but to no avail.
He wasnt hearing it. I started feeling my cheeks burn, my ears get red, so I walked away.
Tears threatened to fall, I walked fast to my car about to peel the fuc* out when here comes his son, my cousin.
He tells me that his dad, my uncle is just drunk and apologized a few times for his erratic behavior.
He was just drunk.
I drove home crying, this is someone that I look up to and respect.
THis is also the only reason why I didn't go off on him.
Bet your ass if it was someone I didn't give a shit about there would of been some hell to pay.
I feel now that it would be weird to be around my family when he is around so ill stick to hanging back for a while.
SO KIDS NEVER HANG OUT WITH YOUR DRUNK UNCLES, CAUSE THIS MIGHT BE YOU.

As a Matter of fact

I am soooo tired. WHo friggin knew that going to work, school and being the greatest parent ever is such hard work?
OK maybe not the best but heck, im good.
I need a quickie though. No not that kind of quickie. just the weekend one. You know that one you have when you get to relax and get drunk without having to worry about the lil ones. Yeah I could go for some of that right now. Martini, margarita, hey what ever gets me to the point where I don't really give a shit about what I say, even if its talking crap about the people that live with us, telling them they are dirty ass people.
It sounds like fun. I havent fought in a looong time either.
I am in control, I am a stable person that is maybe why, but a good fight could do me some good.
Don't I sound like someone waiting for a fun filled night out on the town? Hell yea thats me!
Now where is the nearest bar?......................

Freakin A!

Thank you to those who crossed your fingers for me!
I got the job.
I am sooooo glad that painful "process" is finally over.
Im telling you it is by far going to be the most rewarding in the end.
I am kind of nervous about messing up, but hey doesn't everyone?
I'm not used to having to get up every morning and getting dressed, that will have to change.
Yeah, I have gained a 'few' pounds, I admit I have been a bit lazy.
My house is clean, I take care of the lil' ones, so im not that lazy, but still.

The inital ladies that interviewed me seemed really cool to work with, nothing to stiff.
Lawyer was even a great person to talk to.
Didn't I tell you that I nailed it?
Damn, IM GOOD!
See I think that I might have some type of psychic powers.
I know I do. OHHHHH
Yeah for me!

Dreaded Interview

So I have been without income for a while now and really need to do something about making me some $$$.
I have for the past 4 months been searching and looking for a job.
It's hard! No one wants to hire me it seems, or at least give me a chance at an interview.
And let me say this because I dont know about the rest of you but I am possibly the worst interviewee there is.
I tend to say ummm ALOT, I cant look others directly in the eyes, I lose all concentration, I am loss for words, and I cannot think.
Saying this let me tell you about my week.
I was on Craigslist looking for an office job (I hate using this site because of all of the spam) I usually apply to about 4 to 5 a week, hoping that someone likes my freakin cover letter to at least take a look at the resume.
I got a lucky break recently.
I applied for a file clerk at a lawyers office, thinking that heck its worth a shot.
(considering that I am trying to become a paralegal, makes sense)
I sent them my junk, got a response about a day later saying to call them to make an appointment for an interview.
So I did just that.
Dude, they wanted 2 letters of reccomendation, 2 copies of my resume, references, all of that and im like "I don't have any letters that I can conjure up."
This sucks....
I email my old bosses to see if there was anyway to get a letter.
I was a great worker, I dont care what anyone else thinks otherwise.
I get both letters, all of my stuff together and walla interview time.
I get there and the 2 ladies that do the first interview really need someone for this position. As well as I am just desperate to get a freakin job.
I didn't say much, as to they were telling me about the position.
So I felt it went good. They called me that same day and asked if I could come in for a second interview. YES!
This time it was with the Lawyer who I would be working for.
Scary. As I was driving to the location, I thought 'hey im not going to be nervous, i'll just go in there and be myself, and if they dont like it screw them!'
I get there do the interview, and I feel pretty good about it.
I feel I nailed it.
Cross your fingers, I hope I have a job by next week.

Some people never change

I finally visited my cousin (the one that just got out of prison) and let me tell you how sad I am to see yet another generation think that it is cool to be gangsta.
I hate it.
I really didn't know what to expect.
Yeah he looks different, but its only because he is grown up now.
When I showed up at his mom's house out comes this guy dressed in creased up dickies, with a wife-beater, AND some of those stupid nikes that are no longer cool.
I know stereotypical.
I didn't have the heart to tell him that the shoes were no longer "cool."
So we were talking and he just didn't seem to care about much.
He just toughened up and is in a gangster state of mind now, which I think will last forever.
To bad. So I get there and tell him what has been going on and how did he feel about getting out.
He said that he didn't even like going to the store.
Which I find weird, but hey thats his thing.
Anyway I reminded him of some of the fun times that we had, I don't think that he smiled at all.
Prison had aged him some 20 more years. He is 23!
Well he ended up telling my sister that I need to stop acting 'White', What?
It's funny that he says that, just because I am the different one in the family.
Dont get me wrong I dont think that I am the shit.
I have just made better choices in life then the rest of them.
I have a house, a nice car, going to get a degree (no one has a degree in my family, a shame) and have everything together.
Call me whatever you want, but hey im on my way to a better life.
Oh can't forget the bling on my finger....

Hard to say good-bye

Betty "Papoose" Ann Marquez, 29, of Phoenix, AZ passed away on July 21, 2008. Papoose is survived by her husband Phillip Macias, parents Pedro "Pita" and Betty Marquez, brothers Pedro III "Petey", Martin "Chin", Frank "Ponch", Louis "Louie" and her sister Virginia "Sister". She also left behind many more relatives and dear friends. Papoose we all love you and we miss you, rest in peace. Visitation / Rosary: Fri., Aug.1, 2008, 5:00-8:00 p.m. and Mass: Sat., Aug. 2, 2008, 8:30-10:00 both at La Paz Funeral Home, 935 E. Indian School Rd. Graveside services: Sat., Aug. 2, 2008, 11:00 a.m. at Glendale Memorial Park Cemetery, 7844 N. 61st Ave.


I will miss you my friend.