01.29.08
An open letter to Mister
Even though there are times when you drive me CRAZY with some of the things you do, such as leave your socks in the living room or when I find candy wrappers stuffed behind picture frames on the end table you were sitting next to, I want you to know that I love you. I love you as much as you drive me nuts. And we all know I have to stop, bite my tongue, take a deep breath and count to ten several times a week.
I love that you are my best friend and we are still able just look at each other and just start cracking up laughing! We have our inside jokes and looks that no one else gets. I love how we can talk about sex, in total code, in front of the kids and we end up cracking up when they look at us like we each have four heads. I love how we can talk on the phone, be serious one minute and stupid, together, the next. I love to hear you laugh and see you smile.
I love the fact that whenever we’re in a room together we almost always touch. Even if it is ever so slightly. I love that we can sit next to each other, on the couch, watch TV and hold hands. I love it when we go to bed at night your feet end up tangled in mine before we drift off.
I love your teasing and your smarts. I love the things you don’t know and when you admit that I was right!
Thank you for including me in your kids’ lives and letting them get to know me. Thank you for loving my family as your own.
I love the fact that even though you claim to hate Dr. Laura you listen to her with me, in the car, anyway. And I smile when I get in the car and find you listening to her even when you’re alone! lol
Thanks for sitting though HOURS of chick flicks with me. For letting me chose the restaurant or what to watch on TV that night. Thanks for getting into some of the shows I watch, like The Biggest Loser, and for not watching them without me anymore! Thanks for not deleting anything off the DVR until you’ve checked to see if I’ve watched it yet.
I smile when I think of us growing old together. I miss you on Monday’s when I’m at work. And after a night of love making I’m all smiles the next day. Thanks for being my best friend, lover and husband.
01.28.08
For my white friends
You’ve heard me talk about Cholo’s & Chola’s over the years, now here’s a visual. There’s a song just for them, made by them. lol Enjoy!
The Chola version of the song. Listen to the words, this shit is funny.
01.27.08
What a trip
Last night we were partying at my Grandpa’s house, celebrating two of my aunt’s birthday’s. While outside I was talking and drinking with Aunt B. I don’t know how the conversation went in the direction it did but we ended up talking about the days she and I use to party together, drugs. Aunt B apologized to me, last night, for introducing me to drugs and getting me started on that horrible five year drug abuse journey I took. She cried, hugged me and kept apologizing.
As you know, I’ve been clean ten years and I was messed up for five years, so that takes me back into my teenage years when she introduced that shit to me. Now she and I have both grown, matured and gotten over our drug use days, so to have her apologize for it really tripped me out. I never thought she had to apologize for that because I’ve got a mind of my own and decided to do it and continue using for years.
But it was nice to hear her say she’s sorry and admit if it wasn’t for her I probably wouldn’t have gone down that path in my life. But hey, I don’t hold grudges (yeah right) and I’m a true believer of everything happens for a reason. I pulled myself out of that hell, got better and have become a better person in the end. I’ve lived and learned.
01.26.08
Well look who’s a big girl now
The Snitch got her ears pierced last night. And its about damn time! We pierced her ears when she was a baby but at about one year old one came out, the earring got lost and the hole closed up. We’ve been trying to get her to re-pierce them for YEARS but she’s been a little coward. Last night we were walking in the mall, passing an accessory store and I hit her up again, adding that if she does it I’ll buy her something in the mall. I tell her this each time knowing she’ll say No. This time she said YES! lol
We turned around, took her in the store to arrange her piercing appointment. We had to wait for a lady to get hers done first. While this lady was getting hers done Mister stood outside the store, with The Snitch, and let her watch so she’ll know what to expect. That lady was a fricken WIMP! OMG she jumped and acted like a baby.
When it was my girls turn I made arrangements for them to do both ears at once. She is a tough one. Didn’t flinch, jump or whimper. This is the same kid that can get five shots at the doctor’s office without shedding a tear. She rocks. She has a high pain tolerance, like her mommy. I just know this kid is going to be my tattoo girl, not like Drama Queen who cries for every scrape.
We ended up at the toy store and bought her books for her Leap Pad, which have to go back because they’re the wrong ones. But you should see her, she is a smiling fool now. I catch her looking at herself in the mirror and she said she had a dream about her earrings last night! lol
01.25.08
Bittersweet
This was a post I found in my drafts that I wrote before the holidays but it was too painful to read and post for me. I’m better now that the holidays are behind us.
At work I was at the reception desk chatting with my mom when a co-worker friend of ours stopped to shoot the shit. Somehow our conversation turned to how people save so much crap.
We told her about when my Grandma had passed how our family had company coming and going for an entire month and needed towels for the guests. My aunt went into my Grandparent’s room and pulled out a HUGE trash bag FILLED with brand new towels Grandma had bought/received as gifts over the years.
Grandma wouldn’t use the good towels because as she would say I don’t want anyone to mess my shit up! Sorry, Grandma, the towels have finally been washed and used.
We had a BBQ at our house not too long ago and one of my aunts called to asked if we needed plates, plastic utensils and cups that they were cleaning out a cabinet and found extra Grandma had stashed away. Sure! I told her.
OMG I was not prepared for what my aunt brought over. Lets just put it this way, I have enough plates to get us through Christmas Eve dinner, New Year’s Eve dinner and about eight more BBQ’s before I need to buy plates. Cups? Need a cup? I’ve got cups! I’ve got a TOWER of funky cool plastic colored cups. I’ve got black cups. Clear cups. Red cups. Blue cups. And for the boring, I even have white cups. But what to fill those cups with? Don’t worry, Grandma took care of that too.
After her death and in the midst of cleaning out their bedroom my Grandpa would move a couple of things around and come across an open bottle of booze. No, Grandma wasn’t a closet drinker, she was a hider! I’ve mentioned before that when we’d have parties at their house she would start hiding the booze and beer so we can go home sooner! That’s what Grandpa was finding in their room. I think there are something like fifteen different bottles of booze, all opened, under Grandpa’s computer desk. I wonder if I can get them to bring some of that booze over on New Years Eve?
And she was infamous for saving plastic utensils. We weren’t allowed to throw them away at her house. She would have a “container” set to the side for us to put them in so she could wash them. I do that with my kids now and then but for adults and a full party of adults? Kinda gross. But oh don’t let Grandma see you throwing a plastic fork out. Oh no. She’d call you out on it with no shame!
She drove us all crazy at times. She complained quite a bit. She had her favorites and showed it. She was a pack rat ’til the end. But I tell you what, I’d put up with all that shit just to have her here for the holidays. Or even for one last Sunday of visiting with them together.
Bittersweet memories as the holidays approach.
01.24.08
Hibernation sounds good to me
I swear I think the bears are on to something when they don’t bring their big asses out til Spring.
Its been cold *yes I did say cold. And YES 50’s is cold to us CA folks now shuddup!* and raining. I don’t mind the rain, as long as I don’t have to leave the house. But because our landlord wants money, our kids expect food and GMAC won’t let me have my mom-mobile for free I’ve had to go out in the rain all this week. Fucken sucks, man. I hate Winter. My feet are cold and my nipples stay hard. That’s no fun.
Last night I got home and it was pouring down. I ate and cleaned up the kitchen really quickly, changed into sweats and warm socks. I plucked the fourth installment of my Harry Potter adventure off the bookshelf, grabbed my ever loving lap throw blanket and parked my ass on the recliner for a couple of hours.
I did get up only to turn on the heater and do something for The Snitch. Then back to the recliner it was for me. It was such an enjoyable evening just listening to the rain heavily fall and the stupid gun shots on TV. *rolling my eyes*
However enjoyable my evening was last night I cannot wait for Spring to arrive. I don’t care for Winter. I don’t do well in the cold. Its raining down here and snowing as low as 3000 feet. No thank you!
Speaking of snow, what is up with all those L.A. freaks who flock to the mountains in the snow? They clog up the freeways to get there. They dirty up all the snow with mud from their cars. They litter all along the side of the mountain and let their kids piss on the side of their cars! WTF man? If we were meant to be at the snow in Winter we’d have bathrooms on the side of the mountain! We don’t so stay your ass home!
Anyway, I wonder if I could arrange for a personal leave of absence to hibernate til Spring. I’ll happily come out of my cave, with a big ass no doubt, on March 20th and get back to work. Oh wait. I’ll be on vacation in Vegas then. Oh that’s not going to work. Hmmm. I’ve got to work something out because this cold weather is for the birds!
01.22.08
Damn Catholic guilt
I tell you, I don’t know which guilt is worse; feeling guilty for saying my bedtime prayers right after giving Mister…um…some oral attention. Or SKIPPING my prayers because I felt it was wrong to pray after giving him oral attnention. Oy.
When I chuckled about it in bed last night, he asked What? When I told my he said Its OK, babe, we’re married. We can do things like that and God won’t be mad at you. Now go to sleep.
Thanks Honey!
So I skipped prayers last night. I just couldn’t do it. Yes, I know, I’m a weirdo.
01.21.08
What would you do?
What would you do if you were married for nearly 50 years to the same person and they became terminally ill. They’ve been fighting Cancer for almost ten years and now has been labeled a terminal patient.
Your spouse is very coherent and has good brain activity, yet are in constant pain. So much pain that your spouse has a permanent IV in their body and they self medicate with pain meds just to cope.
One day your spouse gives them-self too much pain medication and ends up OD’ing. You get them to the hospital where they are stabilized. Now the doctors and nurses are asking you in the event of cardiac arrest what do you want them to do for your spouse? Revive or DNR? What do you do? How do you decide? And why?
Discuss.
01.18.08
Put on your pj’s & and get in the car!
Because we’re going to the Drive-In movies tonight!
Last night we realized its been awhile since we’ve hit the drive-in’s and decided to take the kids out tonight. You can tell we’re between pay checks because where else can you take the whole family to see two movies, bring our own food, drinks, snacks and beer all for the grand total of $15. Minus the cost of pizza, which I just so happen to have a community discount card that’ll give us a Buy one get one free at Papa John’s tonight. That’s right, I’m the bomb. Who loves Mom tonight?
My parents are joining us tonight. Mister called Dad up last night to invite them. At the end of their phone conversation Mister says to my dad: Alright, Bro, we’ll see you guys tomorrow night. Oh hey! Make sure you bring your truck so we can lay the kids in the back, this way my wife and I can make out in peace & quiet! LMAO! If it were my mom she would’ve said EWWWW! Man I what I would’ve given to see the look on my dad’s face when Mister told him that. Ha!
Have a nice weekend, Peeps!
