Today is the day the kids’ have been waiting for. I woke them up with a loud HAPPY HALLOWEEN at 6am. This is one of the rare days that my little one didn’t get pissed off and pull the covers over her head!

What are the plans? I’m working until 1:00 today, then I’m off to run a few errands and then go home to get the girls ready. Once they’re ready to go I have to drive back to my job to pick up my mom at 5:00 and from there we’ll head over to a friends house for a bbq and some Trick or Treating.

Today my 8 year old Drama Queen will be dressed up as a queen. What else would she be. Then my 4 year old Snitch will be decked out as a black cat. So I’ve got hair to style, make up to apply and body’s to dress. Not to mention hopefully being able to find their buckets from last year and convincing them that it just might be cold later in the evening and they should take a sweater. (Bet you 5 Miller Lite bottle caps by the time we get in the car at least one kid will have cried!) Mister is missing his 3rd Halloween in a row. Have I ever told you how much I HATE his job?

Hope you all have a fun and safe evening. I’ll be sure to post Halloween pictures tomorrow.

Angel’s birthday party was a success! Mister was home earlier from work than we originally had anticipated, which is always great, so I texted her and asked her to swing by my house to pick him up before she headed over to my parent’s house. Our whole family was there so to make up for her seeing all the cars we told her my dad had ordered a fight on PPV. Mister called to let me know they were on the way so we sat in the closed garage for what seemed like FOREVER trying to keep the kids quiet til they got there. Once they arrived Mister knocked on the door and we surprised her alright. It was fun. She went home to change into comfy clothes, I’m glad she didn’t throw on sweats & a T-Shirt!

The food was awesome, we set up a taco bar. Mmmmmm… The drinks were flowing very easily. Ended up serving Tequila Sunrise, Mojitos and Whiskey Sour’s, in addition to ALL the beer. My dad told me we still have about 5 cases of beer at his house left over from the party! That will not go to waste, that’s for sure.

Now that our birthday’s have passed, I think I can slow down and get in gear for the upcoming holidays. My house has been seriously neglected and its time to get the holiday cleaning started. Soon we’ll be able to start decorating, too! The last thing we have planned for this year is Mister’s birthday, but after the party I threw for his 40th last year, he and I are just heading to Vegas for a few days ALONE! Woohoo!

Oh wait! I need to search for Christmas cards to order and then I’ll slow down!

Is this something that comes to them in their sleep and one day she’ll wake up and just have it? Is this something that I’m suppose to teach her? If so, I think someone tore that page out of my handbook. Is it something that she’ll pick up at school?

God grant me the patience it will take to deal with a common senseless child.

13 Things I need to do for the party on Saturday 1. BEER! I’m in charge of buying and delivering the beer to my parents house before Saturday. 2. Cake. Have plans to order that tomorrow. I’m thinking a chocolate, 1/2 sheet cake with buttercream frosting 1/2 filled with cream cheese and the other half filled with chocolate mouse. 3. Shopping. I have to buy fresh produce for the veggie tray, salsa and green salad I’m making. 4. Ice. I have a trip to the Ice House planned for Saturday afternoon. I see 50-100 lbs of ice being loaded into my car. Not only to keep the beer cold, but for the mixed drinks as well. 5. Balloons. Crap. I need to figure out a way to shove, all by myself, about 36 balloons into my Saturn Vue. Without kids in tow, it may be possible, but its not a guarantee that all 36 will make it out alive. 6. Gas in my car! Oh man that is a MUST. I’m on a 1/4 of a tank right now and with all that running around I don’t want to run out of gas the day after a birthday party the way I did in August. 7. I can’t host a party with fuzzy eyebrows now can I? So its off to get them waxed tomorrow evening. 8. Charge the batteries in my camera. We can’t have the camera inoperable. I usually come home with some pretty good drunk shots whenever we get together. 9. Pack an overnight back for the girls because they just might be staying with Grandma and Grampy that night. Yet my mom doesn’t know it. Shhhh… 10. Wrap her gifts. I say gifts because the party is a surprise for my sister. Since she doesn’t know about it I had to get something to give to her today as well as on Saturday. 11. Decorate mom’s house. 12. Pack my own clothes so I can change before the guests arrive. 13. Make sure evrything is perfect, welcome guests, wait for Sis then party with her all Saturday night! Links to other Thursday Thirteens! 1. (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)

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23 years ago today I was in the 5th grade and had just sat down to eat my lunch when my uncle walked into the cafeteria to tell me my mom was on her way to the hospital to have the baby.

We were all expecting a boy, my dad had already picked a name for his son, Angel. When surprise surprise he’s got another daughter. Disappointed? I don’t think so. Surprised? Definitely. Since they hadn’t planned on another girl I don’t think they gave much thought to girls names, but since my dad had his heart set on an Angel they gave that to my sister. She’s lucky they didn’t want to name their boy after my dad or grandfather because she could’ve ended up a Manuela or something!

With a 10 year gap between us, she and I are as different as night is to day, yet we are one in the same. As her boyfriend says quite often about us Birds of a feather. That is us alright. Since there is such a large age difference, we didn’t really grow up together. We both had our own childhood with our parents at different times. We never went to school together. And thankfully, we were never teenagers together.

We haven’t always gotten along. We didn’t always see eye to eye on a lot of things. And for awhile I think the only thing we had in common was the fact that we had the same parents. Thankfully, that has changed. She’s not only my sister, but my neighbor, my little one’s Godmother, my drinking buddy, my shopping partner, my text message pal and my babysitter, but she’s also my best friend and I couldn’t imagine my ife without her.

Happy Birthday, Angel. I love you.

Googs

Yes folks, that really did happen. Yesterday afternoon our precious Lucy got hold of my girls’ spelling homework and chewed it to shreds. I even asked my grandma if she was able to salvage any of it and she said no it wasn’t repairable. Damn dog.

I asked my girl What are you going to tell you teacher tomorrow? She said I’ll just tell her My dog ate my homework! Needless to say I laughed my ass off. When my grandma goes to pick her up from school this afternoon she is going to talk to her teacher and see if she can make up that assignment. Poor kid. But damn that was funny.

Last night we attended a birthday party at a close family friends house. They are from the Philippines, but have been here for years so they are very Americanized and speak the language well.

When they have parties its usually is a lot of people coming and going all night because there are 3 siblings who live there, so they all have their friends over. Their friends are great people, some are relatively normal where others might be a bit more colorful. Last night was no different.

Mister and I got there late because he had to work, so when we arrived everyone had their buzz in full swing. Being sober in a room full of drunks is very eye opening! Oh wait, let me get back to the Donger. There was this funny looking man there and his English wasn’t as great as some of the others, then add alcohol and watch out! At one point he was watching my sister dancing with one of the brothers, while talking to my dad and this was a snippet of their conversation:

Donger: That ladeee is bery butiful
Dad: What lady?
Donger: That ladeee *pointing towards sis*
Dad: You mean THAT lady? THAT one dancing?
Donger: Yes! She a bery butiful ladeee
Dad: THAT lady is MY daughter!
Donger: *not smiling as wide* Oh. Well she is butiful and a bery frunny ladeee

Sis stayed near my dad’s side for a good portion of the night because the Donger kept following her around the party. And he kept telling her You a bery frunny ladeee. So I named the Donger FG for frunny guy. When I saw him coming I’d giver her a heads up Hey! FG alert and she’d go in the opposite direction. You know, now that I think about it, it must be something about Sis because this same thing happened to her when we went to Seattle last year. She was nice to the odd duck at my friend’s house and he followed her around the rest of the night, too. Oh man I’ll have to tell you that story some day.

Come to find out the Donger isn’t one of their relatives, thank Gawd, but a neighbor. Once everyone left and it was just Mister, Sis and I with the family, one of the brothers were asking us about the Donger. He said his girlfriend has never liked him and saw things in the Donger that he didn’t. Being the wonderful people they are, he kept apologizing for the Donger’s behavior. I’m pretty sure we won’t see him at any more parties they have. I wish I could’ve recorded his voice for you guys, because this was one frunny dude.

Thirteen Random Memories 1. I remember when my dad was teaching me to ride my bike without training wheels. It must’ve been around 1978, I had a yellow bike, tall handle bars and a banana seat. We lived on a property where our house was in front and my grandparents house was in the back and we had one LONG driveway. I remember him running on the side of my bike, holding the back of my seat, shouting words of encouragement to me, then he let go and I did it all by myself! I ran right into the fence at the end of the driveway and cried for then next 15 minutes. 2. I always remember having family around us. Not just for major holidays or birthdays, but always. There was always music playing, people laughing and kids running around the yard. Comparing my childhood to that of my children, not much has changed. Same scene, different players. 3. I remember being a little kid and not being allowed into my parent’s room for some reason. Well, one day when no one was watching me I snuck in there to scope things out for myself. I stood in the doorway, looked around and could not for the life of me figure out what the hell they were doing with all these plants hanging, upside down, tied from the ceiling, in front of the CLOSED curtains. Yup. You guessed it. My folks were drying out BIG ASS pot plants in their bedroom! Ahhh, nothing like the 70’s, eh? 4. When I was about 7 and my aunt was 8, my dad came home with a HUGE set of boxing gloves. What do you think he did? Yup, strapped them on to us and made us box! I remember trying to hold up these heavy ass gloves while trying to hit her, so my dad won’t be mad at me for loosing. Then she took off running and I went chasing after her! Hmmm, I wonder if that might be the root to other issues I’ve had as an adult? Thanks dad. *lol* 5. I remember being 17 and wanting to drive down to Tijuana with my boyfriend and 2 other couple friends. My mom wasn’t too keen on the idea. But my dad, being the cool guy he is, said I could go ON ONE CONDITION, I had to earn my way by cleaning out is 100 gallon fish tank. No problem. I’ve seen him do it a million times over the years, I’ll have it done in an hour. So boyfriend and I get to it. Boyfriend has to go run an errand in the midst of cleaning, so instead of waiting for him, I made the executive decision to finish it myself! I got a big bucket and the dish soap and scrubbed that sucker squeaky clean! Yeah buddy, it never looked so clean! I filled it, and put all the (expensive) fish back in the tank and sat there with a big ass proud of me smile on my face. Dad was proud of me, too. Until the next day he got up for work and ALL his fish were dead. Dude, no one told me you can’t use SOAP to clean the inside of a fish tank! Guess I didn’t pay as good attention as I thought. Oh! But they still let me go to Tijuana! 6. Speaking of Tijuana, same trip, my mom was a freak about us not going anywhere without getting the name and phone number to where we were going to be. Tijuana, Mexico was no different. Seriously, I was so damn embarrassed to have to ask for a phone number to MEXICO! Thanks mom. We’re driving on a Friday night, LA traffic is a bitch. In our car its just my boyfriend and I but we’ve got the suitcase of another friend who is in a different car. Well, boyfriend’s Hyundai gets a flat tire on the 5 freeway. We finally get to pull over but its too late the other cars didn’t see us and kept going. Folks, this was 1990, we didn’t have the luxury of cell phones. So what do we do? We call my mom who gave us the phone number to the place in Mexico we’re staying at. We managed to get a message to our group and proceeded to the Mexican boarder! Yup, thanks to my geeky ass mom, we didn’t have to turn around and come home. Oh & my friend was tripping because we had his clothes and he thought we turned around! 7. Final Tijuana trip memory,we partied our asses off that weekend. Somehow, at the age of 17 I was not only able to get into every night club on Revolution Blvd, but buy drinks too. With each club we hit, I tried a different drink. We hit one of the many taco stands on Revolution before going home and passing out. I remember getting up once to puke and that was it. The next morning I woke up and our bed had puke on the blankets and the wall. I look at him and said What did YOU DO? I didn’t remember doing that so it HAD to be him, right? That wasn’t the worst of it. When he went to get dressed, apparently I didn’t make it to the bathroom, or beyond the foot of our bed, I hung my head at the foot of the bed & puked. Yeah, right into his duffel bag of clean clothes. Sorry honey! 8. In H.S. I had ditched one morning and had a guy friend of mine call the school, as my dad, to say I was sick and wouldn’t be in that day. Well, I gave him the wrong phone number. He didn’t call the H.S. he called my mom’s job instead. And since she was the receptionist there she got the call immediately. He gave his speech about being Mr. So and So to excuse me. My mom said Oh yeah. Well this is Cece’s mom and you tell her she is busted and better get her butt back to school and I will deal with her tonight. Shit. I snitched myself out. Who does that? 9. One of my jobs in H.S. was working at a place called Rally’s Burgers. I was working the drive thru window one night when this man pulls up to the speaker. He asks me What is the difference between the hamburger and the cheeseburger? I sat there like are you SERIOUS? So I told him: One has cheese the other doesn’t. That’s not what he meant. He said I know that SMART ASS! What is the PRICE difference??? 10. A different story about Tijuana. My cousin, Robert, my boyfriend and I were driving with a bunch of people to party in Tijuana one night (I think I see a pattern developing here). On the way we stop at the liquor store and I get a Club Long Island Ice Tea. I drank with no problem, just sat back and enjoyed the ride, the buzz and the company. Those two guys decide to light a joint. I’m not a pot smoker but because I’m buzzed I think its a good idea to do it too. So I hit it, then lay my head back to chill. BAD IDEA. Next thing I know I’m puking my guts out on the 5 freeway! Not once. Not twice. But three times. And then I passed out. When we got to the boarder my boyfriend just turned around and drove us back home because I was in NO condition to go clubbing. When we got back home and he woke me up I was pissed because we came home! I wanted to go back to Tijuana because after puking and sleeping I felt 100% better! We didn’t go back and those two didn’t talk to me for 2 days. 11. One time my cousin spent the night at my house and I had been arguing with my boyfriend. Later I couldn’t get in touch with him and decided we needed to go looking for him. I waited til my parents went to bed then we snuck my dad’s Toyota truck out of the garage. So we’re driving all over town and I finally find his no good ass. We made up and everything so she and I went home. To put the truck back in the garage I turned off the engine and wanted to coast it in so they wouldn’t hear us. Well it was a stick shift and it kept rolling back. My cousin wasn’t too comfortable trying to maneuver it in the garage so she had me steer it while she pushed it in. We got it in and got away with it. Oh, did I mention my cousin was 7 months pregnant while she pushed the truck into the garage? 12. I went to house-sit with a friend at her aunt/uncle’s house while they were on vacation in Mexico. We were on one side of the house when all of a sudden their bedroom light turns on, behind a locked door. Naturally, we freak out and hide. We stayed ‘hidden’ for the longest time before one of us was able to gather the courage to find the telephone. Once we got the phone we did the next logical thing, instead of calling the police we called her aunt in MEXICO! Crying and scared we told them what happened and said we were leaving! After she calmed us down she told us their bedroom light is on a timer. Oh. Well why didn’t she tell us that BEFORE she left the country?? 13. When I graduated from H.S. in 1991 my mom gave me her old car, a 1980 Toyota Tercel, hatchback. We use to call that car the potato. I have no idea why. In 1991 gas was $ .98 per gallon. My cousin Robert and I would scrounge up $5 between us, go buy a pack of cigarettes for $1.85 and put the rest of the money in the gas tank. That $3.15 worth of gas use to last us THREE days! Links to other Thursday Thirteens! 1. (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)

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Yesterday morning I took C to school after a night of knock me on my ass pain pills and 1200 mg of Motrin on an empty stomach. So I’m dropping her off at school when little one wants a kiss from her big sis. Big Sis jumps out of the car, goes to the back door, gets in to kiss Little Sis. Well, I was just sitting there, day dreaming, and I guess I thought she was out of the car and on the sidewalk already (yeah, I didn’t look back to check) so I put the car in gear and this is what took place:

C: MOOOM!!! YOU’RE ON MY FOOT!
M: *sitting there dazed* Huh? What?
C: YOU’RE ON MY FOOT!
M: ARE YOU SERIOUS? (now I look back)
C: Back it up a little mom! *gesturing w/her hands the ‘back up’ wave* A little more! Good! *pulling her foot from under my tire*
M: Are you ok? Are you hurt?
C: *now laughing* No I’m ok but you RAN OVER MY FOOT!
M: Shhhh, stop saying that! Now go to class & I’ll see you after school.

To let you know, I didn’t run over her foot, just the toe of her big ass Converse. She is fine and wasn’t hurt, her shoe just got dirty though. We just had a good laugh about it last night.