The Ring

Yes ring, not cock ring but the one you put on a woman's finger when you ask her to marry you.  
Yes I am not married, I have only had an engagement ring on my finger for almost 3 years and no talk of a wedding any time soon.
Lets not be bitter about that, okay.

~Question, when 2 gay men get engaged do they want big diamond engagement rings?
I have a few gay guy friends but none that are in love, and never came across this before, just curious.~

So while eating wings on my nightmarish night, this lovely server girl comes to our table and asks us for our  drink orders, we decided on a pitcher of some Budlight.
Of course she asked me for my ID, I kindly pull it out and hand it to her. She spots my bling, and starts a conversation by asking about how he proposed, how long we been engaged, blah, blah, blah.
Derek tells her we have been engaged for a little while. (WHAT!! 3 years is a little more than a small amount of time, quite frankly 3 years was longer than my longest relationship prior to him)
I don't say anything about that, we tell her how he proposed and she starts telling us about her friends getting engaged and how much she wants to get married. At this point I consider telling this lovely lady that I want my fuckin beer ASAP as my night has been crap, but couldn't bring myself to be mean.
She just keeps eyeballing my ring, like it is a delicious piece of her favorite dessert.
She finally says that she wants a ring just like mine simple and big.
Yes my piece of ice is a carat solitaire. 

                                         (Posted this pic before but to refresh those memories. )

I consider myself lucky, but at the same time I think about all of the people who aren't so lucky. 
Let's face it only shallow people really care about the amount of diamond they receive, but some just don't give a shit. I personally wasn't expecting it so it was a beautiful surprise and I FUCKING LOVE IT!
Soon after getting engaged I went to work in hopes that the girl I worked with didnt notice it, because she had a ting speck of a diamond on a thick wedding band. I felt weird about it, I don't know what people think, especially women because most of my friends are not married. 
I didn't know how people were going to take to this newly allotted diamond.
She said she was happy for me, but I saw passes the glimmer in her eyes to see that my ring brought hers to shame.
This is why I don't like wearing it sometimes. It shouldn't matter as long as that person that shows you love is going to mean it and show it in other ways. I have to keep it on though to cover my hideous ring tan.
Love+engagement ring = wedding
Right???
Shit, I dont know anymore. Weddings cost to fuckin much. At first I was like "OH SHIT IM GETTING MARRIED AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH". Now im like "If I get married then great"
Next its going to be "I dont give a rat's ass".
There are a couple of friends of mine that just go divorced or are going through the process now. Its sad.
Do I really want to go through that? I mean these people were in for the long haul, one not so much.
One of these friends is unbelievably great. She is such an awesome person, and just recently over lunch just told me. I felt sad, but she looked good and I hope that it will all work itself out.
Now if I don't get married and we broke up (not likely, got almost 6 years with this one) could I still wear the ring? Cause you know I ain't giving that shit back. NO sir! It was a gift.

Besitos,

Arizona Livin

Wow.
I have to say it....It sucks to be from Arizona.
Really sucks. Ever since that c-u-n-t Brewer decided to rally up the red-necks' hope and sign SB1070 there has been craziness going on. Like a Motherfucker!
Arizona we are all over the fuckin news, radio stations, blogs, social media around the nation like this is some fun circus.
If this new bill was so great there wouldn't be any boycotting, shit talking, and the like. There is a problem with this bill!!! Opposed or not.
I am ashamed to be a Arizonian, I am ashamed that people cant act right, I am ashamed that this shit is going on in two-thousand and FUCKIN TEN! (2010!!)
Derek was just went to Vegas over the weekend Brewer signed SB1070. While he was unaware of the going on's here in AZ, I sent him a few texts to bring him up to date.
As soon as she signed I let him know with a text that read: "That bitch just signed SB1070, FUCK!"
While he was out of Arizona, seem the word has spread like wildfire.
He got on an elevator with a friend and his friend says to him "Would you take a picture of me and Carlos?"
Derek looks over and there standing is Carlos Santana, AWESOME!
They take a couple of pictures and Derek tells Carlos that he is from Phoenix....to which Carlos replies "Man, what are you guys doing over there, crazies?"
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I know right Carlos! This is crazy!

Ok cool so Derek got to meet an amazing talented man. But Arizona looks so freaking retarded.
Ugh. this is not going to end anytime soon. Damn SB1070!


And last night in my ethics class guess what we talked about????????
You give up? 
Thats right SB 10 (MF'in) 70.
People mostly on the for side and me and two others on the opposed side. There were latina's in there afraid to hold up their hands..Crying shame! STAND UP FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN.
I knew this was going to be bad only because there were so many that were for this, there were still several that didn't do either. It ended with people stating their personal beliefs and putting bad statistics out there in what was supposed to be a pro's/con's type of discussion. At the end of class I was thankful to get the hell out of there as I though this one guy was gonna blow from being interrupted so many times.
Sigh....
I have that same class tonight, we will see how that goes. Wish me luck. 

Fashion Cents

My 2 (almost 3) year old is a genius in disguise.
I am impressed with what he says sometimes, out of the blue.
This also worries me, what if he really knows what he is doing and saying and just manipulating us parents?
Hmmm. I hope not.
Sometimes when Derek and I are talking around him or are in the car talking to each other Brandon is in his car seat repeating everything we just said. I mean word for word.
Its funny driving with this boy in the car, he will start yelling "STOP!!" if he sees that there is a red light ahead.
He says "Stop mom its not green", haha what? Then when it turns green he says "ok GOOOOO".

I hope I never forget this.
We were at Target shopping for shit paper and the like this weekend. Brandon starts telling me he wants to see the toys. No biggie. 
He sees the big bouncy balls and wants one so I ask what color he wants he replies "purple". 
I give him the purple one. He starts bouncing that thing around, but then spots some smaller balls. He leaves the big purple there and tries to give me 2 small balls to buy, each small ball was $7.99! Ummm Yeah..No.
I tell him no to the small ones and just to get his big ball. As I walk away from the isle he comes to the basket and throws 2 balls in it. WOW learning early huh?

We finally finish browsing the toys and make our way over to the woman's clothing section. Clearance baby.
While browsing Brandon starts throwing the giant ball around and I tell him be careful. He starts being silly and I go along with it. I then go back to the clothing and turn in time to see him fake slip on the tile and yell "It's slippery mom!" Haha  Well it wasn't slippery so I don't know why he said that, but does it again. I grab him and say lets go before you really hurt yourself.
I get my few items and have Brandon go with me into the changing room. He sits on the little stool they have in there and just sits there looking at me.
For some reason he calls bra's 'chonies'(Spanish for undies) I really don't know why.
He starts saying mommy chonies while pointing at my bosom meanwhile there are other people in other dressing rooms. I tell him to shush.
So I put on the first shirt which did not fit right or look good. Brandon looks at me and says "I don't like it."
I say me neither, so I take it off and on the next one...his same reply "Mom, I don't like it."
I think maybe he heard this somewhere and was repeating but didn't really know what it meant. I go along with it and say "You don't like it?" "No" Brandon repeats
I finally put on a black shirt that fits my awkward body right, Brandon looks up from playing with my cell phone and says "I like that one."
"Yeah, me too!" I reply. Guess he does know what he is talking about. Giving me his two cents.
He helps me choose 2 shirts and honestly tells momma what didn't look good on her.
I got to say that was one of the funniest, most cutest moments I have in memory.
My 2 year old son giving me (honest) fashion advice.
GENIUS!

Are You From Mexico Lil Lady?

I am a Hispanic individual. Mexican descent.
Most Arizonians know that Ms. Jan Brewer signed the new bill SB1070 to become law on Friday.
I have been keeping up on all of the news regarding this new bill, whether on Facebook or on AZCentral.
There are so many opinions regarding the signing of SB1070, those that are for and those against it.
SB1070 in a nutshell is the new legalization of racial profiling. Say what you will that is what it is, many I have been stating that this new bill is not about race. When you look at the facts, it is about race if your the one going to be getting pulled over and asked for papers repeatedly.

While searching the web for facts about 1070, I came across a picture of the creator/sponsor for 1070..
His name is Russell Pearce, he is apparently been against illegal immigrants for years.  

One of Russel's croonie is the fat one on the far right with the grey suit. This is someone who obviously whispers sweet somethings into certain ears.
Now....what do you think?
So someone at a neo nazi movement conference is not racist he just wants all the illegals gone.
Riiiiight.
I have more than listened to people say that this is great for Arizona, funny how these same people have nothing to worry about when it comes to getting asked for citizenship papers.
It would be a crime if your family members were illegal and they were in the same car as you and you got pulled over and asked for papers. You could be arrested!
I don't know what the process is when a officer finds something suspicious enough to warrant the asking of papers.
Will it be:

• Bumping some Ramon Ayala
• Driving a Cavalier with a broken bumper
• Going to Home Depot 
• Speaking Spanish
• Wearing "Mexican clothes" 
• Hanging out with "Mexican looking people"
• Or will it be because someone has brown skin and just looks illegal? (What does illegal look like Jan Brewer????)

Will I then be asked if I am an American citizen?
What will it be SB1070???!!!!!!!!! WHAT WILL IT BE??!!!
This bill is a fucking shame! BULLSHIT!.
I can say that I never truly cared to much about political matters, but when I heard about this new 'shit' bill, believe your ass I made my way to Jan Brewer's website and sent in my piece of mind. Same goes for that asshole Pearce. Fucking douchebag. 
I am brown, well light brown BUT my family is of Mexican descent.
Not all brown people are illegal. And most Americans born in the U.S. say 'do it the right way', I dont think they understand how long the process is, what goes into the process and how much $ the process is. Doesn't happen overnight people. If it was easier than maybe, just maybe the immigration problem will get better.
Be thankful you were born here and don't have to go through the process like 'they' do.
Mexicans are humans and it hurts knowing that Americans have been treating them/us like animals for years they are not from another planet nor are they dumb. WE ARE ALL HUMAN! Get over it.
Lastly, I just have to say that this bill is ridiculous, really there is a better way, SB1070 is not it.
AND YES APPROVERS OF SB1070 I HAVE READ THIS BILL AND IT IS BULLSHIT IF I EVER CAME ACROSS IT.

Thought my life Sucked

After this week of hell and disappointment, I realized that I am pretty lucky.
My life still sucks, but hey it could be worse.

I have mentioned before the Ethics class that I am taking this semester.
We had a guest speaker in class yesterday, made me really change the way I looked at my life, even after this weeks shenanigans:

• Genavive getting suspended
• Guy friend (birthday boy) ditching my b-day lunch for him for shopping!
•  Not finding a place to sit at Native because stupid bitch was saving seats
• Not getting into a program, even after giving a kick-ass interview
• Not finding resources for my child
• and the list grows daily

I was starting to fall apart. I cant tell you why, it just donned on me that my life fuckin sucked. BAD.
Until I get to class and learned about Ms. Dominguez. 
Usually when we have a special guest they don't share details of their ordeals with the class, which is fine but makes for boring stories.You know the I did drugs, went to jail, got in trouble, god saved me routine.
We have had a couple of speakers, but their stories weren't compelling and I wanted to fall asleep in my seat during them......zzzz 


On to last nights class.
I sat in my usual seat by the front in the middle of the class, I could see our speaker clearly.
She starts off by telling us about her childhood, which was bizarre and saddening.
By going through therapy she was able to talk about everything that happened to her without crying.
Her memories of early childhood were crazy, everything from being drunk at an early age from her uncle giving her beer to being high all the time because her father smoked all day with her and 4 other siblings in the room. This eventually lead her to selling and doing drugs. He father had her selling dope at 13 years old! Imagine! Her own dad.
They never celebrated birthdays or holidays with the exception of getting a baggie of pot one Christmas.
She talked about being molested by her Aunts and uncles until she was about 8.
This was normal to her family.
She eventually got gang raped and in turn got pregnant from it. By this time she was already addicted to her drugs of choice, heroin & crack. Gross. 
She said that she had done every drug known to man kind. 
She did drugs all throughout her 5 pregnancies (pregnancies produced by multiple rapes)
Her first she kept, second one she gave up for adoption to a Christian family, third was an abortion (which stuck with her), the rest were adopted to her sisters.
She became a prostitute to keep up with her drug habits. Got arrested multiple time, was shot 5 times, raped hundreds of times, was robbed, beat up and throughout all of this she succeeded in becoming the sober person that she has been for 2 and a half years.
While she talked her eyes kept on drifting to me more than other students.
I found myself sitting forward wanting to know more of what made her change all of a sudden.
The reason her story compelled me is because somewhere in my family there is a person that it reminded me of, with the exception that she isn't sober today. Nor has she been, even in prison.

After listening to all this lady had been through I have to say, sometimes I am a selfish shit and my life is great compared to those who live it like she did.
Sure life may bring me down every so often but hey it could be worse. 

Long day.

I start out my days pretty early.
I get tired and crabby after a long shitty day which was the kind of day yesterday was.

 

Typical Day

Monday thru Thursday

6:20-6:40 a.m. - Wake up, hit snooze, wake up and hit snooze again
6:25-6:35 a.m. -  Shower if I wake up early enough
6:35-7:30 a.m. -  Get ready for work
8:30 a.m. - Get to work and start working
All afternoon-spent working, take lunch, maybe break if I don't have to much work
5:00 p.m.- Out of work to rush to school to find good parking
5:10 - 5:20 p.m. Struggle with finding parking at college campus
5:20 or 5:40 p.m. Get to class on time (mostly)
6:55 p.m. to 7:05 p.m. - Class over drive home
7:30 p.m. - Get home and eat, wash clothes, spend the remaining hour with family
10 p.m. - Bedtime

Now you ask how the fuck does she do it? I DONT FUCKIN KNOW. Really I don't.
Because after yesterdays' mess I feel like I am falling apart at the seams.
After the load of work was piled on me in the morning my cell phone starts to vibrate...not a good sign.
It was almost 11 a.m.
No one calls me. No one. ever.
Don't ask me why I use less talking minutes on my unlimited plan and still pay almost a hundred to have an unlimited plan but do not take advantage of it. Dork.
So I grab my phone to see that it's my daughters school calling.
Great. 
Im now worried because they only call in case of emergencies or if my daughter decides to be unruly.
I will choose the latter but it pains me to get these calls.

me: Hello?
Judy: Can I speak with Ms. C------?
me: This is she (I was told this was the proper way to answer phone calls)
Judy: Hi this is Judy from E----- V------ School
me: Yeah......(Fucking get to it woman!)
Judy: I am calling to let you know that your daughter has choosen Step 5, that requires that she not come to school for a day. - in a stern voice
 me: WHAT?.... What do you mean, like suspended? Is Genavive being suspended?
my thoughts: Great just what I need right now!
Judy: Yes
me: What did she do this time? !!! (anger starts to boil over, and I feel tears in my eyes)
Judy: She stole something from a student
me: Ohh, geez, okay so what needs to be done?

On she goes to explain that someone needs to go speak with someone from the school.
You see the schedule above when can I squeeze in some 'child getting in trouble at school for stealing time'?
Hmmm.. Next best thing, I messaged her (loser) father and got him to handle it.
All while the work load on my desk/email still goes without until I can make sure this problem is taken care of. 
At this point I am so angry, disappointed, sad, and am a mess. I call Derek and try to explain without crying.
I start telling him what happened as the fat, warm, salty tears start falling. I couldn't help it they just started falling out my eyes all while trying to keep my cool on the phone. I do a great job as I think Derek didn't notice my small sniffle at the end of our call.
He reminds me that its our friends b-day today, so I give my friend a call to take him to a b-day lunch. A small break from the workload. Why did I think this was going to be a good day after that?
He slowly turns me down because he is going shopping on his lunch break with his girlfriend "it was planned" he tells me.
YEAH WELL FUCK YOU! - I thought this, didn't say it out loud
So I have my lunch of Taco Bell alone and back to work I went.
The more I work the more they give me. There was so much to do for some reason.
Derek messages me a little later in the afternoon to ask if I wanna have a drink and wings after school.
After this shitty day, Hells yeah I do.
After work I get to class..the miserable class THE DREADED MATH CLASS! AHHHHHH
Number everywhere...crap!
Fractions don't like me, and I don't like them either. They are winning this losing battle of mine.
7 p.m. I gladly escape number hell.
I get home and hurry to turn in a paper due that night at 9 p.m. gladly getting that shit out the way so I can enjoy my dinner of beer and wings.
I expect Derek will turn my night into something a lot better then the crazy hectic day I had so far.
We head over to Native New Yorker..allready the lot was full...then it hits me! I forgot the Sun's were in the play-off's and there was a Lakers game and some other games...SHIT.
So we go straight to the bar side and immediately see that the place is packed.
Derek spots a table for two and starts to sit when some fat mexican chick blurts out "im saving that seat"
Who the fuck saves seats in a crowded ass bar??
TELL YOU FRIENDS TO GET THE FUCK OVER HERE THEN BITCH!
I was so pissed.. Derek and I stayed there for 10 minutes standing around waiting, hoping that someone would leave.
No such luck.
I didn't want to be around a bunch of Laker loving drunk ass people anyway.
We leave, the whole time im wishing the chick saving the seats friends' don't show up at all! Bitch.
We end up at another wing place a lot less crowded eat then go home.
I get home and just want to sleep because I don't want to think about anything.
Isnt that a pain when you just want to sleep because life sucks?
Thank jevas that day is over.
New day + new outlook on life = a better stronger me

BUMP-SHIT

This world, this crazy world.
I have to plan a party for a bunch of 14 year old teens. Not a biggie I told my sister I would.
My little sister is getting promoted to high school.

P-r-o-m-o-t-e-d..yeah

When I first heard of getting 'promoted' to high school I thought what the fuck? Promoted as in I'm no longer a receptionist but now a legal assistant? No!
It was a I'm not longer in elementary school but going into high school.Yeeeeeah Lots-O-fun.
I thought we still used "graduating" to high school. Guess not.
How interesting that I'm in my early twenties and I am slowly getting behind on times.  Is this when it starts? I become the old(er) person that doesn't know what is going on in the world? SHIT! 
Like how come I didn't know that 60's hairdo's were back in?  Where the fuck have I been? Hiding in a cave?
I went to the mall with my little sister last week and couldn't help but to just stare like some lost foreigner stuck in the 60's in 2010. These girls who have the ridiculous beehives on their head, I dont know what to say to them because I cant stop staring. I didn't think it was cute then, I think it is disgusting now.
I wanna throw up disgusting.   
It gets worse.
Watching tv every so often when time allows, so when I hear a commercial for something called the bumpit I cant help but to see what the fuss.....when I saw it I thought it was some contraption to get lice out tha hair.
Or something equal to that, mice dropping out tha hair. It was anything but damn it!




Bumpit? NOOOO. WHAT HAS THIS WORLD COME TO????? AHHHH
I can't describe the way I feel when I come across someone that has a bad fuckin bumpit-do.
It feels worse to see these hair-dos that to get broken-up with.  
I don't even know what this shit is called.
How about RIDICULOUS.
Because that sounds about right.
Poor girls don't even know how crappy this makes you look. In several, maybe even 2 years you will look back at all the pictures you took and all the time you teased that mane to just laugh your ass off at how stupid and naive you were thinking how cool it was.
I was at the mall this weekend and spotted the worst of the worst.
A girl about my sisters age (14 or so) had on a bumpit.
I know they all do but, there were several things wrong with that picture. I wish I took a pic!  Would have been priceless.
Problem number 1- Her hair was short, very short.
Problem number 2 - whatever device she implanted in her hair was very much showing.
Problem number 3 Her hair was to short, her thang was showing AND she put enough hairspray to have it sticking up in all angles. Repulsive to say the least. I stared until I thought my eyes would fall out.
Poor thing. How come her mother didn't tell her that her hair was going to be laughing stock of the mall.
Well maybe not, because everywhere I looked there was another for me to laugh at. 
 I'm really thankful that my sister hasn't asked for these or wear her hair like a crazy person.
Fuckin Bumpit.....
Ahh what will the subsequent dumb ass come up with next?

Doomed by the Cursed Skirt

I need new clothes, badly.
I am tired of wearing the same outfits day in and day out at work. I'm out of ways to assemble each shirt with a particular pair of pants to make it seem 'different'.
Derek and I were at JC Penny recently and of course shopping with him is torment at its finest, I can't do anything but rush and it doesn't work out for me. While browsing through the dresses I realized that I needed a good new black pencil skirt, that is what got me thinking about this doomed skirt I once had.....

I have many horror stories involving my youth and there was one period in my life where I think I was cursed by gypsies or perhaps I just made some shitty life choices. Whichever the case there was a certain skirt that caused so much drama that I deemed it damned.
AND yes, it was the skirts fault not mine, I just wore it.
I can't remember where I got it from, it was a simple semi-short black skirt that had shorts underneath, elastic waistband and made of weird material. I can still feel the way it felt. ugh.
I must have been 14 years old when I got this wretched article of wear.
There are 2 main reasons I say that this skirt was bad-luck and they are stories in themselves.

First Occurrence:
I used to hang out with this girl named Lina, I thought she was pretty cool (until she fucked me over) and we hung out all of the time. All of the time.
People started thinking that we were cousins. So we went with it and said that we were.
Trust me there were no benefits to this.
We went out everywhere all of the time we would go mostly to house parties. Back then all we had to do was call or page a few friends to find where the party was. Simple. We did it all of the time.
Did I mention I was 14? I told everyone even Lina that I was 16. People will eat up anything.
We had went to countless parties and it wasn't like it is now, these parties were fun we didn't even worry about getting shot, this changed about two years later.
So we had found out about this party and I had just bought my new black skirt, I thought wearing it would be perfect, so I did.
It was a house party, of course usually was. Underage drinking and smoking going on all around us. I never questioned where the booze came from or about getting in trouble for drinking. Never crossed my mind. Never.
Crazy teenager!
We both ended up getting buzzed at this house party and she wanted to leave. Of course I didn't have a car (I was 14!) she drove us in her white Honda. I just wasn't ready to go home. It was her choice, until some guys we were talking to told us about the after-party at a different house. She still didn't want to go because she was tired and had to drive far to go home. The guys said I should go with them and they would get me home, so I went. Your thinking what???? Yeah I know. I must have not cared enough to think about anything but having fun.
So I went with these guys who later I lost at the party. We got to the other party and I realized that I didn't know anyone except this guy and girl I met at the other party, I should have taken my ass home like a half good teen would have.
My mistake.
Wish I could take it all back because what happened next is so depressing.
I was going though the crowd to get more beer even though I must have been really drunk (what a great memory I have), while walking (more like stumbling) between people I just happened to smile at a girl.
I was having fun.
I didnt know the bitch, I always thought smiling at people meant that I was being nice in a subtle way. WRONG ROX.
She said something while I was walking through, of course I couldn't hear her over the loud ass music playing. I just saw her mouth moving and her face started to contort into something really unattractive.
If I turned off all of the talking and music I'm sure she was saying "what are you smiling at bitch?" 
She must not have liked my pretty little smile because next thing I know her and about 8 to 10 of her friends were in my face. Things got pretty blurry from there.
I bet she wasnt a good fighter since all of her friends had to jump in when she started punching me and I didnt take that to well. I ended up on the floor getting beer poured on me after being pounded by a group of insecure girls.
Like superwoman the girl that I met at the other party came flying in to help save my ass.
I had to say she did kick some ass.
I just wanted to go home.
Someone must have felt bad because I just remember getting in a car and falling asleep.
When I woke up the next day, my shoes and clothes were soiled with dirt and dried booze, my face was a little bruised but not as bad as I thought and my hair was like a birds nest.
In a nut shell that was incident numero uno.

Second Occurrence:  
There was one more minor thing that happened in between these two occurrences but not worth mentioning it.

Third Occurrence:
This story is long so I will try to condense it to make it smaller.
Soon after the first occurrence, I stayed home for a little while. That sport didn't last long.
I hung out with this girl (whose name I can't recall) who lived far from me and one night over the phone she asked me to go over and we would go do something.
I decided to wear "the skirt" to go out. 
The girl (lets name her Kelsey for now), so Kelsey sent over this guy named Rick to take me to her house*.


So he comes with this huge ass intimidating black guy and tells me that I am going with them to Kelsey's house. Tells me, not ask me.
We get into his blue El Camino with Mr. Muscles driving, my skinny ass in the middle and Rick in the passenger.
Let me say this before I go on, Rick looked to be in his early 30's and hung out with teenage girls. Need I say more about his character?
I didn't think so.
So we get to Kelsey's house and she comes out and says that she can't go out anymore. I'm like WTF am I supposed to do? Hang out with these possible pedophiles?
Shit! And that is exactly what I did. Not by choice as they were my ride home.
So there we were driving around Phoenix, 2 peddies, gun under the seat, blue El Camino, bad luck skirt = Bad combo.
Rick at some point wanted to start drinking and smoking but being a busted ass fool he was didn't have any funds.
Mr. Muscles decided to make a pit stop at a Circle K and Rick jumped out and asked this mexican walking by in Spanish if he had any ganja. He kept on asking him over and over and as he got closer finally just started punching him in the face and told him to give him all his money and the gold chain that he had around his neck.
After robbing the poor guy Rick jumps into the car and off we go into the night.
I was freaked out, glued to my seat. Thinking to myself I need to find a way home without getting my ass kick by these idiots.
I started to get scared but couldn't voice anything. 
We went straight to the drive-thru liquor store a few miles away from the committed crime.
While waiting in line out comes this semi-drunk indian with a brown bag special.
Rick spots him and starts yelling for him to come over to the car. Meanwhile tells me to just go along with it.
I'm like oh shit what is 'it'?
So here comes the drunk guy to the car and Rick starts asking him if he thought that I was pretty, he looks in the car and says yeah.
Rick starts fabricating this story of how I'm his cousin from out of town staying at a motel and he was taking me out for a good time.
He asks the man if he wanted to party with me and the guy says yeah, so into the back of the El Camino he goes.
So now we have a scared 14 year old, big muscle man, creepy balding Rick, gun under the seat, drunk indian, blue El Camino and my bad luck skirt. What a night this was going to turn out to be.
Muscles drives us to the park where we finally get out and walk over to a bench. Rick starts taking sips of the guys brown bag special and starts asking him dirty questions about me and the motel room.
I started getting freaked out and wondered what was going to happen, I didnt have long to think about that because Rick tells me to start walking back to the car. As im walking away I hear the drunkard say "what do you think your doing?".
I turn around just in time to witness Muscles and Rick beat this poor man up. I mean really kicked his ass to where I believe they must have broken his ribs because he placed his hands in that area and fell to the ground crying. As I stood there in horror, they start yelling telling him to give them his money to his reply he had none.
They took his bottle and left him there crying in the fetal position.
Laughing as they climb back  into the car, I thought ok this is the night I die.
We drove to downtown Phoenix and stopped at a house that Rick lived. (can you believe with his mother)
I thought of several ways of getting home. I only had enough change for 2 phone calls.
Luckly I was still alive as the sun started rising in the East.
I told Rick that I was going to the store to get something to eat, this was going to be my way out.
He decided to go along. We go into the store around the corner from his house and he buys a few things then we start to walk back.
I told him I had to go and start turning toward the store again, he then starts getting crazy like I belong to him. Like I was declined to go.
I figured I had a good chance just walking away so I tried. He pulled me by the hair and gets in my face and says "this is what I do to bitches like you!" and spits in my face. Gross.
Then he pushed me down and I scrap my knees. I grab my bag and got up running,  he was left there in the middle of the street yelling while people were outside just watching. Ugh. It was a long way home as I cried my ass off. I was severely depressed after this incident. It had made me realize a lot about sick people in this world.
That was incident numero tres...

As I said you might blame me but it was the fuckin skirt! If I wore jeans I'm sure this wouldn't have happened. I'm sure of it.
All these bad experiences happened while the skirt was on. It was a sign. It was bad luck for sure.
I got rid of that fucking cursed piece of shit ASAP.
And that is the true story of the cursed skirt.

*She had never met this guy in real life, she talked with him by way of party line, I didn't know that she hadn't met him before* 

*Rick was never caught for his crimes, hopefully he was caught for something else and put away. Wishful thinking*

Lazy Bitch

My worst job experience was after I had my daughter, I was 17 (I was young, don't judge!) and was in desperate need of a j-o-b badly. I had a friend though my boyfriend at the time who worked at Fry's and she was always saying she could get me a job there.
Had I known that it would be the worst experience of my life I probably have declined that shit.
Desperation leads to sacrifice though.
The store itself was located in a well known "Mexicanized" area (those who have been to Buckeye and 35th ave know what im talking about) and the bus could take me straight there since my broke ass didn't have a car.
I got the job quickly.
Worse job ever! I was a Courtesy Clerk a.k.a Cart Pusher a.k.a. insufficient punk a.k.a lower than a cashier making ass a.k.a you will never be better than anyone. While getting carts and 'helping old people' to their cars I had to wear a orange vest because pushing carts wasn't embarrassing enough itself.
I immediately hated my new job along with the shit that it came with.
Cashiers were fuckin mean as shit always telling us what to do, go buy them a coke, go get them lunch, go do this, go do that.
I surpressed some serious fury that year. It could have been bad. Josie would have had a huge bald spot where I yanked out a huge nugget. Not to mention a deep gash in her precious Eclipse. Rosa would have had her paperwork messed up and a lawsuit on her hands. Jimmy would have had a busted lip for always being mean to me even though we were on the same team. Mary would have shit her pants when I snatched all her ciggy's, so during her breaks that were at least 20 times in her 4 hour shift all she had was Nicotine gum.

I would daydream about all this during my employment there.
Of all the mean ass people I worked with Tabatha was the worst.

We all had certain times where each of us would go outside in the 110 degree heat and gather shopping carts to take back inside. Every time it was Tabatha's turn I noticed that her fat ass wouldn't do it.
So the next person to go out there would have that much more to take in. What a fuckin waste.
This really started getting to me. So I complained to Mrs. Bitch Rosa and she had asked piggy to go out and do it and if she couldnt then she needed to bring in a doctors note stating why.
She must of went to the doctors the next morning because that bitch still wasn't going outside for them carts.
So I complained again, this time with a different result.

Lets pause right here for a minute...Ill come back to this story.

 I have met a lot of different types of people in my life most have been bad but that's life.
 My sister would sometimes bring her friends over and them hoes were gross, one of these whores was named Christina.
Christina was a gross white fat bitch (no offense to anyone, im not a fat hater with the exception for a few)
She was NASTY. When I say nasty I mean she liked anyone who noticed her, she never changed her clothes, never took a shower, had the greasiest blonde hair....ugh.
Just all of the above. I actually gave her a nickname because of her dirtiness. She came to our apartment one day in overalls and was trying to show off because she had thongs on (the undies not chanclas) I don't know why. Like she just discovered a magical cloth of some sort.
She had these white thongs on really high, like they were to big on her chubby ass. AND THEY WERE FILTHY! They were supposed to be white, they were as if she wore them for weeks, sweated in them , soaked them in her dirt encrusted folds and stood out in a sand storm. They were so discolored,  she earned the nickname 'Dirty Thong'. So Dirty Thong was a big girl and for some reason I think she thought it was cool be pregnant all the time.
She was constantly saying she was pregnant, always! It just got to the point where it was retarded to believe her.  But no one said anything because
1. We felt bad and
2. You never knew because she had a big belly regardless.
This was Tabatha.

Back to my story
The next time I asked cunt face Rosa about Tabatha not going outside nor doing anything but sitting at the end of the cashier station gossiping she said that Tabitha 'might be pregnant' and had a thyroid problem that left her tired. So she didn't have to go outside like the rest us.
WHAT THAT WAS SHIT! 
I didn't know what a Thyroid problem was at the time but I still knew it shouldn't have been an excuse.
Having the best luck in the world I get the same problem and I get tired but I still work my ass off.
Just because you have a thyroid problem it does not constitute that you cannot get off your lazy ass to work.
My cousin uses this excuse. LAME!
During my stint at Fry's I just wanted to tell Tabitha "quit being a lazy bitch and work like the rest of us".
I'm glad that job didn't last long. I still don't know how I spent my $5.45 an hour wage on.

Im not paying for that!

Being the lazy ass that I am sometimes (when I have time to be anyway) I like to get pedicures.
These usually last about 3 weeks until I can't take looking at my poor feet that walk in heels at least 2-3 days a week.You know how your feet get after all that dry ass heat day in and day out, ashy as fuck, cuticles like caked on onion peels. I start hating my pretty feet once I let the sun and ash destroy them.
After work last Friday I got home and Jen calls me to talk, I ask where she was and this bitch is getting her nails done.
I prefer to leave my hand nails as is, no need to plaster on the fakies unless there is something special coming up or if I wanna feel like a fuckin diva.
So I decide to invite myself to her solo nail affair.
 OPI Reds = Love

We live close to each other that if I wanted to run my happy ass to her house it would take about 10-15 minutes. So when she told me that she was at the nail place not by our house I was like "huh?" WHY?
ok FINE, I will still go.
She goes there alot and is loyal to her nail technician girl. Whatevs man.
To bad her girl was busy with waxing. 
I still drove and got there to see that it wasn't that busy for a Friday evening. Nice start.
All I wanted was a pedicure and maybe a short but pleasant massage.
Talk about asking for to much.
What happens next was aggravating.
I didn't take along my Kindle because I figured me and Jen would catch up on the latest going ons. Right? ....WRONG!
She sat so far away from me that we had to text each other to communicate.
There were teenage girls getting these long ass nails, singing out loud and  complaining that if they wore heels for 4 hours they weren't going to be able to dance that night. Gimme a break child! I could run wearing heels.
Next was even more painful.
I sat there for so long my toes looked like a 80 year olds vagina when I finally took them out. OUCH!
They freaking hurt and looked like all my skin was getting ready to fall off.
Corpse feet.
You know when you take a long shower just the tips start getting white from all that dead skin, this wasn't just the tips this was my whole foot!
It took so long for them to get to me but finally miss Pedi lady got started on me. Geez.
Jen got a head start on her nails because she was there before I was.
I am watching more and more people pile in while I am getting my weak ass pedicure done.
Next to me sits a older lady with the hairiest legs I have ever fuckin seen. She had some of the ugliest toes on a woman I have laid eyes on in a long time.
After a while Jennifer gets up to wash her hands from all the chemicals and whatever it is they mold on your finger nails.
She takes one look at my feet and says "That's why you shouldn't let your toes get that wrinkled!" in her high pitched bitch voice.
Being a smart ass will get you no where missy.

That's okay though because our escapade gets worse on her end.
As she tells me this I notice that her nail techie cut her on one of her nails. HAHA that's what you get Jen.
She finally takes a good look at her fingers and starts to complain to say they were too wide. The girl that had finally decided that if she didn't start on me that I was going to walk out of there with my pruned up feet, yells across the salon with her thick accent and told Jen's girl to go more narrow. I don't think this went over to well.....
After she washes her hand and sits back down I get a text message a few seconds later saying that her girl just sprayed her fingers with alcohol. Did she happen to notice that she cut her finger?
haha horrible.
I was about done with this place, I don't know why she just didn't go to the place by our house (she told me later why not).
My massage was miserable, she pushed down on parts of my feet I didn't think I used. Then put some cold ass lotion on my legs. She then finished the process by taking a hot towel and wiping off the lotion.....
WTF?
What the hell did I get myself into?
I just wanted a simple pedicure with a light massage to the right parts of my feet!
I just wanted out at that point, but let the woman finish me up.
They had me sit at the table with crazy colored lights to dry that ish off. Jen comes and is done as well.
She hated her nails. They were to thick (they were),  they didn't look natural, she should have gotten a color on them. So on and so forth. I told her to tell the lady to fix it or not to pay. She said something like "I'll just come back tomorrow and have someone else fix it".
I myself have a problem with telling people they fucked up on something that I am going to pay for.
I recall getting my hair dyed black, now that was a NIGHTMARE! I had a purple forehead for a week.
I still paid.
I need to grow some balls and just let people have it if they fuck up!
It's hard though. I can't for some reason.
We both paid (NO TIP) and walked out of there with a dire need of a cocktail.
Next time I will tell myself that I'm not paying for that if I don't like it. THAT'S THAT!

Who knew?

My mother is one crazy person, even without knowing it. Some of the things she does is so bizarre to me.

And I am NOT normal. :)

She lost her condo a couple of years ago that set off this sequence of events I still scratch my head at.

I just say to myself that she is going through a mid-life crisis. Some just have to go through their own thing.

She goes back and forth from Mexico (long story short her husband [not my dad] got deported) and she goes there to see him for months at a time. Essentially she does not have a permanent home here in the U.S.

Most recently she was going back to Mexico after spending Easter here with some family. My little sister came into my room with a huge samurai sword. I was like "what the hell is that for?" she said that my mom bought 3 of them at a yard sale for 5 bucks. WTF? Really? How weird is that?
Why does my mom buy things that are seriously unnecessary?

I just have to laugh because its crazy.

Then something else hit me.

Saturday night was spent at home because we had no sitter and it was nice to finally relax.
While browsing through the channels I come upon a show that I have seen before, Hoarding: Buried Alive.
A marathon was on. I ended up watching like 3 in a row before Derek was sick of it and had me change the channel. haha

While watching Hoarders I realized that someone in my family is a hoarder all though not as extreme as the ones on TV.....

My mom.

In her condo I remember she had boxes of things in her hallway and behind the couch. I mean they were things that one did not use everyday. She used to make crafts and still had things from when I was like 12.

She gives an excuse for buying stuff and keeping them for so long.

Apparently she has a store when she goes to Mexico and sells her "things" there.

I don't buy it, I'm sure she still has a storage full of shit that she has yet to part with. I hear the excuses the lazy extreme hoarders come up with for not tossing their prized possessions.
Get rid of that shit! Unless your the kind that wants to die in a  landfill alone.
Who knew that I would find the same qualities in hoarders as my mother? Damn!

It is a good show to watch then go through your home to toss out all of the crap that you don't want or need. So thanks Hoarders I now have a cleaner home thanks to you. 

Good bye Pandora

 I have had it with Pandora's "you have exceeded your 35 hours this month, buy us and you will have no ads, blah,blah,blah)I have quit you.
I heard of Last.fm and good things that came with it. So I am trying that out at the moment. It is somewhat the same but a little different from Pandora's simple and easy to use platform. I am currently listening to the Incubus radio and as I type there are other bands that play that sound similar to this group. Sound familiar? So far the only problem I have is that I cannot pause a song if I get a call it just plays through.
Half of the music that comes up I'm like "huh?". This is a good thing.
I get so excited when I hear something that I like and I have no idea who the hell it is. I hate listening to the same thing over and over and over. This is why I have banned the radio in my car, other than talk radio in the morn. Nothing like a lil KUPD to keep me company.

I love finding a new band/group that no one has really heard of and passing it along to friends. I don't know why but I like to be the first to get to these.

Some may say that my taste in music is a bit weird, but it's me. I love everything from Kelly Clarkson to Rise Against. Who would have known? People who meet me usually think automatically that I listen to that shit they play on the radio. Really? Does anyone really like that crap? I hope not.

I even hate going out and hearing the same thing over and over at a bar, find some real music to play man!
What is going on with this world? We need variation!!

So, goodbye Pandora it was nice knowing ya.