Thursday, September 27, 2007

Why Men are Never Depressed...

Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple creatures?

Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station rest-room because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when your talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. Phone conversationsare over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend. Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier...

Woohoo! to the 2nd Power

Woohoo times 2!

Woohoo! #1: Last night I got home and found an envelope from Nissan Extended Warranty Services. It was thin, so I was a little scared that it was going to be one of those "sorry, we can't do anything for you" letters. I was wrong! It was two checks--one in the amount of $2,804.57 and the other in the amount of $255.00. Oh yeah! I got almost all of my money back! I am SO happy. That more than covers what I just paid for the water pump. Thank you, Jesus!

Woohoo! #2: I spoke to my mom this morning and she told me that Sandy has been having false labor and has already passed her mucos plug (I know... too much info.), which means this baby is coming pretty freakin soon. She has an appointment today where they are going to try to turn the baby because it's still breached, but we are hoping that they will scrap that idea and just go ahead and schedule her for a C-section. Woohoo!!!! That means my baby could be here today or tomorrow. Yay baby!!! I'm totally hoping so because frankly I can't wait anymore. I WANT MY BABY!!! =D

I'll definitely be updating this story and hopefully it will be with some good news... =)


UPDATE: Baby never came. She went to the doctor, they told her that it was too late to try to turn the baby (Duh!), and sent her home. All they told her was to come back if the contractions got really bad. Dummies! I swear to Gatito!

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Right humor...




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Social Networking Site Suicide

I guess that's what they are calling what I did a few months ago when I deleted my MySpace account. Apparently, I'm not the only person (worldwide) that has had a little too much drama as the result of having a page up on a social networking site like MySpace or Facebook. People who don't need to know you business are all up in your business. Things get misconstrued. A whole myriad of drama...

Here is an artcle about Facebook Suicide.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Learning the hard way....

So, my little cousin, George, got himself into a pickle this weekend. Apparently, he was driving around the neighborhood (where both he and my mom live) in the car that my sister gave him, somehow lost control, and crashed into one of the neighbor's porch. Way to go! He doesn't even have his license yet and he's already messing up. Dummy. On top of that, we hear he has been letting some little 12-year-old girl drive it and we are thinking she possibly could have been the one behind the wheel... not that he would admit that. Not good.

Now, in order for it not to get reported, my dad and uncle had to rebuild this guys porch. Lucky kid. If that would have been outside of the mobile home park, he might have been in some bigger trouble and it would have gone on his record. Real bad since he was driving it on a permit with no adult over 25 in the car. He is darn lucky. Especially since he wants so desperately to become a firefighter. I hope this scared him enough not to do any more stupid stuff like this. I know he is better than this crap, so I'm hoping he really does learn his lesson and doesn't repeat the same stupid mistake....

Sick and pooped...

Man, I had a busy and tiring weekend. I was sick, but I still had to go down to San Fernando because I had something going on every day of the weekend. I got no chance to take a rest, relax, and get better from this neverending sickness.

Friday, I took my car down to have the check engine light checked out. Turned out I needed a Temperature Sensor. I was shocked, however, when it only costed my $33. They didn't charge me the labor because they should have caught it before they gave it back to me the weekend before, AND it only took an hour and I had my car back the same day. Score! Can't complain about that. Now my car is ready to be traded in. Can't wait!

Saturday, Baby Victor's 1st birthday went down. At first we thought it was going to be a bust because it was freakin pouring the day before and raining most of that day. We (actually mostly me with help from Kim) put up all the decorations inside because we thought the party was going to have to take place inside. The rain finally pretty much died down and people started showing up. There ended up being a big group of people there and it was a success.

Break Time! Funny Story: So the little kids have already done their pinata and now it's time for the big kids to bust open the second pinata. The thing is ready to go when it comes up on Ruben's turn to hit it. Well, Mike was joking talking about finding a rake to rake up all the candy. I turned around and found one. I was like, "It's on." So, people see me with the rake and laugh, but they don't really think I am going to use it. Muahaha! I tell Ruben to bust that thing open and I'll get him his candy. I was literally like, "You break it; I'll rake it." So, Ruben busts that thing up and there is a shower of candy. I immediately bust out with the rake and pull in two big piles of candy in a matter of seconds (of course I left plenty for the kids... believe me... I'm not a buster like that). I was like, "My candy!" Haha! Literally everyone in the place errupted in laughter. It was funny as hell..... *sigh* I wasn't playing....

Anyway...

Sunday, I went to Church with Katie, Nick, and Tirsa, and then we went with Katie to get her hair cut afterwards. In the afternoon, my friend Ana's son, Dilan, had his 4th birthday party at Northridge Park. It had been sunny that morning, but of course, as soon as I get to the park it's freezing and I left my sweater in the car. I had to eventually go back and get it because seriously, I am already sick enough. I'm sure they thought I was a party pooper because I just sat there most of the time not feeling very well. Some of my old co-workers were there and I didn't even interact with them that much. I really didn't want to go in the first place because I wasn't feeling well, but I can't help it. When I say I'm going to be there, I am there.... My word is my bond. I don't flake. Well, 98% of the time, at least.

So yeah, I had a full weekend and I almost feel like I needed a day off to recover from it, but alas, no. I must come in because I need to save my time up for Ireland. I can suck it up for Ireland. =)

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Ew! Go away...

Why did "Mr. F" just randomly text message me asking if I miss him? Blech! Get out of here with that crap!

I was watching The Hills the other day and Lauren Conrad said something that is so true: The bad guys always come back right when you are over them already. It's like they have this radar. Well she said it's like they have a pager that goes off right when you stop thinking about them. So true!

I haven't heard from this guy in a minute. Then out of left field he's asking if I miss him and telling me he's sick and blah blah blah. I don't care!! I know this has to do with the major blow off I gave him last time I saw him (see my blog entry, "Slime..."). It's the thrill of the chase. It's the challenge of proving to himself that he could still have me if he wanted me.

Haha! You are wasting your time, buddy. I am the one in control here...

Thug Candy

LMBO!!!!!

Yesterday, I had Liz read my blog entry entitled "You're Beautiful." After, I called her up and started telling her how funny it was and how there are so many thug-ish guys where I live that are always trying to holler at me. I am soooo not into those kind of guys. I see it this way--especially in regards to cholos/gangstas--if you don't care whether or not you live or die, how are you even going to care about me? Plus, I highly doubt these guys have a personal relationship with God, right? lol

So, we are laughing about it and she tells me, "I know you won't get one, but if you did you should get a tatoo that says 'Thug Candy.'" Oh my gosh! I was cracking up for like 3 days on that one. Thug Candy? It's freakin priceless! I was like, "Liz, that is the funniest thing you have ever said." Ay ay ay! Then I was like, "I'm so gonna use that!"

Haaaaa-larious!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

International Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Ahoy, me hearties!

Well, blow me down! Today, September 19, is International Talk Like a Pirate Day! Here's an article about it.

Argh!! Where's me grog...

"You're Beautiful"

Yesterday, after work, I headed over to Hollywood Video to drop off some movies that were due. I get there and almost the entire parking lot is blocked off because it was being re-paved. Nice. So, I have to park a mile away at the 99 cent store and walk my butt over. I pull up and see some dudes outside of the store and I just know I'm going to get at the very least some stares because that's just what guys do.

So, I get out of the car and start walking towards Hollywood Video when one of them says something that I really didn't catch. I turn around and he's looking at my car, so I'm thinking, "great. What is wrong with it now." I look at the guy like, "huh?" Then he says, "You live in the mobile homes too, right?"

I'm like, "Yeah," and then turn to start walking. That's when he tells me, "You're beautiful."

(Um... okay.)

Before I can say thanks, this chick comes out and starts telling him to leave me alone. Now this is funny. He says, "Whaaaat.... she lives in the mobile homes too... and she's beautiful."

I just laughed to myself and kept walking to Hollywood Video. It was pretty funny. All I could think was, "did that just happen." It was so random. Hahaha! Then I'm thinking, "Okay, this guys has obviously seen me before, but I really don't remember ever seeing him."

Seriously, almost every time I come home and there are guys out on the street in the park (mostly cholo-looking guys), they try to holler at me, but I kind of just ignore them and keep going. He could have been any one of those guys.

Well, I'm sure me ignoring them makes me come off so concieted and stuck-up, so that guy really must think I am beautiful if he would still try to talk to me even after I've possibly blown him off in the past.

Haha! Wow. I'm glad to know someone in this world thinks I'm worth going the extra mile for. Thanks for the ego boost, homie...

=D

More fun times...

Selso (with his Mickey hands...lol) and Me in line for Space Mountain


Katie and me in line for Space Mountain (I got a mad sunglasses tan... haha!)

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Fun times...

Tirsa, Nick, Selso, and Me (Rock on!) - Splash Mountain

Me.... SOAKED!

Me (hiding) and Selso, Katie & Nick (kissing), and Tirsa... Space Mountain

FIRE and the lack of free speech in Colleges...

BrainTerminal has a post on the Foundation for Individual Rights in Education (FIRE) and their Campus Spotlight. You can look up schools all over the country and they give you an idea of how limited free speech is at each.

Limited free speech in universities and colleges in the U.S.A.?

Yes. As a matter of fact that is norm in this country. If you in any way are a right (as opposed to left) thinker, 9 times out of 10, your right to speak your mind--especially where politics are concerned--will be limited. Who cares that you are paying for an education where the free flow of thoughts and ideas is supposed to be encouraged. Yeah right. Unless you have the same ideals as the administration, you are going to be censored.

I looked up Cal State University-Northridge (CSUN), which is where so many people who grow up where I grew up, in the San Fernando Valley, attended, attend, or will attend. They have a red light rating, meaining that there is a lot of censorship going on at CSUN. Sad. UC Riverside was the same... not surprisingly. Even some of the private colleges are censoring. Pepperdine College got a red light. Isn't Peperdine a Christian college? Are you telling me that Right-wing Repbulican ideals are not allowed there? What the heck?

Wow, folks. Kinda scary...

Space Ranger

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Monday, September 17, 2007

Disneyland always makes it better...

So, yesterday I tagged along with Katie, Nick, Tirsa, and Selso to Disneyland for Selso's birthday. We were there for only a little while, but we had fun.

Unfortunately for me, I made the stupid decision to sit in the front on Splash Mountain and I got fricken DRENCHED. 90% of my body was seriously covered in water. I literally had to take my jeans off in the restroom and wring the water out. It was definitely very uncomfortable. Then I never really got around to drying completely off before sunset and I was freezing. I had to buy a sweater, but it really didn't help because it got damp from the contact with my wet clothes. Now as a result, I totally have a cough and have been feeling crappy all day. Oh well... Like I said, we had fun.

I sure pigged out too. I was eating a little bit of everything. Bad, Kristina! I really need to stop. I think because of all my stress lately, I've been eating a little too much crap and it's starting to show. I really got to get back on that step machine. I am not going to Ireland looking like a fata$$.

Anyway, fun times. I love Disneyland. That place will never get old...

My, what a tangled web we weave...

After a big to-do about nothing, I finally broke down and told my sister everything I knew about her lying to my friend about me. Turns out, the friend was the liar the whole time. She made up everything. B****. Because of her stupid pride, she almost ruined my relationship with my sister.... Someone who means more to me than she ever could. I don't understand how people can be so underhanded and dispicable. What an awful thing to do to somebody.

(I guess I can't say too much though. In the process of our "to-do," I left Sandy a very mean message that I later found out made her cry. I felt so awful and I apologized immediately. I was mad at my sister and I took it out on the wrong person because I just wasn't thinking and I allowed my anger to control me. I guess I'm not too much better than my ex-friend, but at least I can apologize when I'm wrong... Lucky for me, Sandy didn't hold it against me.)

All I can do is say "thank you." Thank you for making my relationship with my sister even stronger.

After we talked about the whole thing and sorted it out, I felt much better. We also discussed how our relationship hasn't been the best as it is, but what was different this time from previous conversations was that we seemed to actually sit there and listened to what the other had to say.

In the end, I apologized for just believing that she said those things without checking and I apologized for any of my part in us not having the best relationship lately. We are cool now. I am happy. I may have lost a friend, but I renewed my relationship with my sister, and that's more important...

(CORNY!!! LOL)

Friday, September 14, 2007

Next on the Tyra Banks Show...

Perez Hilton thought this was awesome and I have to agree:

Tyra gives it to Britney for her bad performance and messed up life....

Muahaha! People are just too creative....

Double Standards

So, I read and heard that Kathy Griffin won a creative arts Emmy a few days ago and decided to say something really offensive about my God. Apparently, she said something along the lines of "So many people get up and thank Jesus when they win this award. Well, this award has nothing to do with Jesus. Jesus can suck it. This award is my god now."

Hmmmm.... Where is the ACLU on this one? If she was saying something like this towards Mohammad or Alah, there would be hell to pay (no pun intended). The whole world would have been breathing down her neck for an apology at the very least, but for Jesus. Eh... he's just the God of those crazy Christians and, sometimes we forget, still the God of THE MAJORITY OF THIS COUNTRY. Why isn't there a bigger uproar about this? I love the double standards here. If she can sit here and insult my God, which in reality she has every right to do, then none of our great Christian leaders should catch any flack for preaching against the dangers of radical Islam,which are a real and ever-present threat. Wake up, people...

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Am I wrong....

Okay, so my other ex-best friend, Ramon, bought me this really large, gold and (supposed) ruby ring for Christmas a few years back. Well, I've only worn the thing maybe once because I am not a gold person, and--not to be mean--it's a little on the gaudy side (he is Mexican... most of us, but not all, love flashy gold jewelry... lol). Well, now that we are not friends and I am a little strapped for cash because of the car situation, I got it in my head that I might get the thing appraised and, if it's worth it, pawn it.

Would I majorly suck for doing that?

I mean, I only ever wore it once and I'm pretty positive I will never wear it again. I don't have any reason to hold on to any memory that goes along with it, since we are not friends anymore. The only reason I would keep it would be to pass it down to one of my children or something, but then again, would my future husband even like the fact that I still have this ring from some guy that I was at one point in love with and who I am not even friends with anymore? Probably not. So, maybe I should get rid of it....

9/11 - My Memories

So, I meant to write about 9/11 yesterday.... on 9/11. Obviously, I never got around to it, so I'm doing it today.

It's crazy how 6 years later, I can still bawl like a fricken baby when I hear recordings or see video of the whole event. Then again, I can watch old footage of the aftermath of the Pearl Harbor attack and tear up knowing that so many men were dead or waiting to die under that water. Steve Harvey was playing soundbites of people's reactions in NYC that day and it was heartwrenching. Rick Dees read an email from a woman in New Jersey who is fed up with Muslims complaining about their so-called poor treatment in Iraq and Abu-Graib (spelling?). Like the lady says, they still got it better than the people who perished on 9/11 or who have had their heads hacked off by insurgents. Like she said so eloquently, "I don't care." Too bad. (I'll have to find that letter and post it up so you can read it yourselves.)

Anyway, yesterday everyone was mentioning how they remembered exactly where they were when they became aware of the attacks. I remember where I was:

I woke up that morning to one of my sisters telling me that some crazy stuff was kicking off in New York. We stayed glued to the TV the entire morning horrified and then were mortified when the towers collapsed before our eyes. We were utterly terrified. No one had to tell me that this was an attack and all I could think was that 1) L.A. would be the next major city on the hit list, and 2) my dad works directly in Downtown. We were so scared that we literally called my dad and begged him to leave work... just in case. He refused and said we were being ridiculous. (Thanks, Dad; we are in a crisis here... lol). I now know, as a County employee, they wouldn't have let him leave anyway.

The three of us, the sisters, all had to work that day up at Main Gate at Magic Mountain. We all called in. We didn't get resistence though because the park wasn't going to be up-and-running that day (by the way, aside from the two times we had rolling blackouts and closed mid-way through the day, that was the only time in my history at Six Flags that they closed the park for a full day.)

My sisters, my mom, and I were all upset. We were all crying. I knew that out world was never gonna be the same. (After we had found out that it could possibly radical Muslim terrorists, I remember telling my mother that if they somehow invaded and tried to take over, I would let them cut my head off before I would deny Jesus. I meant it too. I was mad.) Needless to say, we were all in shock. Then we decided we needed to do something, so we all loaded up into the car and drove to the Red Cross to give blood. That is a lot for me, people. Before then, you were not going to see me sticking a needle in my arm willingly. We got there and they turned us away because they already had too many people. That's kind of awesome. I guess that is just one littel example of how their attempt to instill fear in and exact revenge on us only brought us together... well for a little while at least.

When I finally visited Ground Zero last year, I really didn't feel anything, at first. You go there and it's just this square hole in the ground with trucks and cranes inside.... it looks like your average construction site, only there are pictures by NYC photographers of the towers before and during the attacks lining the fence and notes of love, rememberance, and encouragement scrawled on scaffolding, and there are two police officers guarding the entrance. It's not until you go into the visitors center and hear the audio and see artifacts from the site (credit cards, paperwork, company IDs, a dead firefighter's uniform that was ripped right off of him) and the LONG list of names of the dead, and you read the notes from children that say "miss you daddy," that you get all torn up inside and feel the depth of what happened on that sacred ground (whoa, I'm totally tearing up right now). All it does is renew that drive in you to never forget and to keep fighting for what is right.

Yeah, I remember that day vividly. Just like those who were alive for Pearl Harbor, I will never forget where I was and how I felt. I will never forget that at it's heart, this is a good country, founded on good morals based on the Bible, and the only way for us to keep moving on and thriving the way we do is to keep it that way...

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

County does not equal Common Sense

Yet another reason I am embarrased to say that I am a County employee or in anyway affiliated with the County... Horrible:


Skid row baby died as social worker delayed
Ordered to take the skid row baby to a doctor, she goes home instead.
By Jack Leonard and Richard Winton
Los Angeles Times Staff Writers
September 11, 2007

The investigation into the death of a baby at a skid row shelter last month is focusing on a social worker who was ordered by a supervisor to take baby Jasmine from her mother to see a doctor but instead went home because she had worked a long shift without a break.

The social worker arrived early the next morning to find the 7-week-old child dead.

The Los Angeles County coroner's office has ruled the death a homicide, saying Jasmine died of starvation, dehydration and neglect even though she had lived all of her seven weeks with her mother at the Union Rescue Mission.

The social worker from the Department of Children and Family Services, whose name has not been released, had checked the child during an emergency visit early on Aug. 9, and had reported that the baby's face was "narrow and skinny."

She made an appointment for the child at a nearby clinic but learned later that day that the mother hadn't kept the appointment.

When her supervisor then told her to take Jasmine to a 24-hour clinic herself, the social worker decided to wait, even though overtime pay had been approved for her to take the child that night, according to county records obtained by The Times.

The social worker logged a message into her department's computer system saying she was "unable to go back" to the mission because she had already worked "11 hours without a break" and thought she could take the child the next day.

The investigation raises new questions about how Jasmine died despite both social workers and counselors at the Union Rescue Mission knowing about her dwindling size and health. Though she weighed 6 pounds at birth, the infant weighed just 4 pounds when she died on Aug. 10.

And although the county social worker and shelter employees looked into possible neglect, none of them knew enough about the child to know her sex until she died. Before then, they thought she was a boy because the child's mother often called her Michael Gabriel.

The case has prompted both the rescue mission and the county to consider changes in policy to better protect children on skid row.

But some county officials said Jasmine's death is particularly perplexing because the county started an extensive program more than two years ago to better serve young children who live in the blight and homelessness of downtown L.A.

"Quite bluntly, we think it's appalling," said Roxane Marquez, a spokeswoman for Supervisor Gloria Molina.

"This is the type of work that the social worker is being paid by the taxpayer to do. If she couldn't do the visit herself, it's incumbent upon her to find someone who can," she said.
If Department of Children and Family Services social workers need help, they can call the department's command post and ask for another social worker to assist.

The documents show that Jasmine's social worker did call the command post, but there is no record that she sought help. Instead, she asked a supervisor whether she should wait until the morning. She wrote in her department's computer log that she did not get an answer.

Police initially arrested Jasmine's mother, Ranetta Maxwell, on suspicion of murder, but they released her four days later when prosecutors said they needed a coroner's ruling on a cause of death before deciding whether to file charges.

On Monday, Los Angeles Police Department officials said they began searching for Maxwell, who has not returned to the mission since her daughter's death.

A district attorney's spokeswoman said prosecutors plan to file felony charges against Maxwell today, accusing her of inflicting injury on a child. The charges carry a maximum sentence of 16 years in prison.

During the social worker's visit, Maxwell described herself as a weight trainer who "watches what she eats," according to the documents released by the county.

She insisted Jasmine was fine but acknowledged that she needed to "put some fat on the baby."
Maxwell told the social worker Jasmine would not drink Enfamil formula but promised she would supplement her breast milk with another type of formula and would take her to the clinic appointment.

The social worker wrote in the log that the mother "appeared coherent and appropriate to take the child to the doctor" because she had taken the baby for a medical exam three weeks earlier.
Maxwell's sister, Sharonne Vinson, said she had not seen Maxwell since she disappeared from her home in Atlanta about two years ago.

Vinson said her sister had told her shortly before she vanished that she had been diagnosed as bipolar and wanted to visit California. She said Maxwell has not contacted her since then.
"When she got out to California, something drastic must have happened, something very drastic," Vinson said.

"I believe in my heart that she would not neglect that child. . . . She is the sweetest and most loving and most compassionate person," she said.

According to shelter officials, Maxwell first turned up at the mission when she was four months pregnant.

She told staff she had been the victim of domestic violence. Workers said she had been seen roaming skid row in June looking for Jasmine's father.

Jasmine was born June 24, and Maxwell returned with her to the mission that month.

A shelter worker noticed that the baby continued to lose weight and called the county's emergency child hotline, prompting the social worker's visit on Aug. 9 after she failed to find Maxwell the day before.

Patricia S. Ploehn, the director of the Department of Children and Family Services, said the social worker who handled Jasmine's case is on leave and would not be assigned children's cases if she returns to work before the agency's internal investigation is complete.

She said the department investigation is focusing on whether the worker did enough to keep the child safe and get appropriate medical attention for her. The social worker could face discipline if she is found to have erred.

"I think it broke a lot of people's hearts in the department. Our job is to help protect children and to also help families," Ploehn said.

The death of Jasmine (who is listed on the county documents as "Jashline") will probably reshape the way social workers deal with similar cases in the future.

Social workers are not accompanied by public health nurses on emergency visits unless physical abuse or severe neglect is suspected.

In Jasmine's case, the initial call from the mission reported the baby's weight as 10 pounds, small for her age but not an obvious indication of severe neglect, Ploehn said.

In the future, she said, public nurses will accompany social workers on emergency visits involving neglect of children younger than 3. Social workers will also be asked to disrobe babies for examinations if malnutrition is suspected.

In Jasmine's case, the social worker did not unwrap the baby's blanket but looked only at her face before recommending that her mother take her for a medical examination.

"The bottom line is that common sense would say that if the baby's face is thin, what is the rest of the body like?" Ploehn said.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Oh Britney...

Unless you've been hiding under a rock somewhere (and mine is the only blog you read), then you probably know by now that Britney Spears' performance at the MTV Video Music Awards completely bombed last night. (Google it... You'll find the video)

Well, of all the headlines about the debacle, this has got to be the best and funniest in my opinion. Muahaha! That chick should have cashed out a long time ago and quit while she was ahead. She is now so far in the hole, I don't think there is any coming back.

Why was I the only person that never thought she had any talent to begin with? I wonder what my old High School friend, Mayra, thinks. She was the first person I know he knew who Britney Spears was. We thought she was funny/weird for being into this little blond pop chick in pigtails and a school uniform who sounded like a sexed-up Shirley Temple... ew....

Light at the end of the tunnel?

Over the weekend I managed to find all the paperwork pertaining to the purchase of my curse... er my car. I'm talking about the contract and the warranty information. Of course. I looked up and down and sideways... allover the place looking for that crap and I couldn't find it anywhere. I had to try to get ahold of the dealer to get the info, which was completely unsuccessful because those idiots don't know the first thing about customer service. Then when I do go see them in person, I only end up finding out that my warranty has expired.

To add insult to injury, though, I end up finding all the paperwork this weekend. After this entire ordeal is pretty much over. Just my luck! Where was this crap months ago when my tranny fell apart. No where to be seen. Then all of a sudden it magically appears?! Why does this freakin universe hate me so much?

Well, it wasn't all bad because I was then able to contact the warrany holder directly. I explained to them how the dealer would not return my phone calls when all I wanted was my warranty information, which caused me to have to pay $3500 out of my own pocket for the tranny. Shockingly, they got back to me TODAY... the "next business day." It even sounds like they are willing to work with me on this. They are requesting invoices and proof of purchase, which thankfully I saved (I save everything). So, let's see what happens. I'm not going to get my hopes up, but if they only were to give me back half, that would still help out a lot with the repairs that I have now.

Pray for me, people. I'm hoping some good comes out of all this crap...

Slime....

This last weekend, I went down to Long Beach for some drinks with my boss and a few other people, one of which was "Mr. F." OMG, that guy is so sleazy. I was so proud of myself though... I totally stayed clear of him. I made sure to keep at least one person or chair in between the two of us and you could tell it was driving him crazy. I was also just being really bitchy to him, which I think also drove him crazy. It was quite funny actually.

I'm sure he wanted me to sit next to him so he could hold my hand under the table or stroke my arm or what have you, but I wasn't letting it happen. I kept making smart remarks. Then Liz asks him if he thinks he is ready to get married and I just laughed and said "no." Then the conversation went elsewhere and I remember saying that all men are evil. He gives me this look like, "Huh.... not me." Oh yeah, you. I'm sure I sounded so bitter, but I made sure to throw in there all the info about Juan, the guy who rejected me, because I didn't want him having the satisfaction of thinking I could be heartbroken about him, which in actuality I'm not at all. I would still take Juan over "Mr. F." ANY DAY.

So, later on, I see him all over a certain someone. In the past that would have bothered me big time and I think he was doing it to bother me, but this time around all I could think was "better her than me" because that guy seriously gives me the heeby-jeebies at this point. Blech!

The best part of the night though was when the guy that he brought with him was totally hitting on me, gave me his card, and told me we should hang out, all right in front of Mr. F. You could tell that it bothered him and it made me crack up inside. I knew it bothered him because he turned around and gave me a deep hug in front of his friend and then kept holding on to my lower back when I tried to pull away. It was like he was saying, "remember me." It was quite amusing.

Muahaha! I am so evil. I don't care how much game you think you have, buddy, I see right through you, and I'm not a stupid, naive little girl...

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Not-so-sad loss...

Wow, some messed up stuff has happened to me in the last few months and I've managed to lose a few people from my life, but for the first time, it's not at all devastating. Weird.

Lost yet another "best friend" over some stupid, prideful stuff (on her part). She just couldn't own up to what she did. She just wouldn't allow herself to see that she could have done something wrong. Well, that's not my issue. I tried to make things right, but her deep down guilt only made her more defensive, thus releasing the side of her that wasn't so nice. It also showed that in rough times I wouldn't be able to really count on her, so I guess it wasn't a big loss. I do wish her the best though. Honestly.

Lost a friend in Fernando, which really was kind of sad. He proved everyone right about him being an a-hole, but for some reason, I still feel like that was not him. Just like the previous person, he felt guilty and to protect himself he turned on me. The Fernando I knew though was way different from the Fernando others knew and I truly believe that the Fernando I knew was the real Fernando. I wish he would have just been strong enough to embrace the real Fernando. The nice guy does NOT always finish last. Screw what everyone else thinks. In the end, I know though that if a million people are telling you someone is a certain way, then 9 times out of 10, they are probably right.

Lost what I thought was a good relationship with my sister. It's sad when you think your family is somewhat close and that you don't have "those" relationship issues that other families have, only to find out that you were wrong and you guys are just as f-ed up as everyone else. I've come to realize that in reality I was the only one who really believed in a certain degree of loyalty and family. The rest only believed in those things in so far as it benefited them: I'm there for you until you piss me off. You can tell me anything in confidence until you piss me off. Etc... That's good to know. I definitely won't be teaching my children those kinds of values.

In the end, after all this, I know who my real friends are and I know who in my family truly cares for me even when they are upset with me.

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In other news, found out that my water pump is what needs to be fixed. How much does that cost? $1,700.... just for the part. All together, I will be shelling out $2,700 for the part and labor. That is freakin awesome!

So, now I have another dilemma. I can pay for these repairs on my credit card, but I was also planning to use that same card to pay any down payment I was going to need on the new car. I don't know if I can swing that now. So, now I will have to probably hold on to the car for another few months while I try to save up a little bit of money for a down. Who knows what else can happen to this car in a few months. Hahaha! With my luck, the engine will go.... Let's see first my tranny got jacked up. Then only 6 months later this crap happens. I guess I have less than 6 months to get this crap out of my life before the next catastrophe kicks off.

All the while, I have to figure out whether or not I really should be taking this trip to Ireland because obviously my finances are going to be a little tight right now and I am not trying to rack up a ginormous credit card debt, which is already high as it is. Yay! Mommy paying for it is NOT an option. If I can't do it on my own, I don't want to do it. I know she wants to, but I'm not letting Mom save the day on this one. It's been more than a year since she has had to come in and help me out and I'd like to keep it that way...

Not me anymore...


This postcard from PostSecret.com totally struck me. This is totally me up until about 2 or 3 months ago. I'm am so happy to say that it's not anymore...

As corny as it sounds, the beautiful me is winning...

Thursday, September 6, 2007

9 Things I Hate About Everyone...

(From an email I got...)

1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?
2 People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the T.V. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change the channel manually.
3 When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?
4 When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their asses!
5 When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.
6 People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?
7. When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.
8 When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?
9 When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, dumbass?

For my fellow Disneyland fans...

Those who know me even minimally know that I am obsessed with Disneyland. I love the place. There isn't a year in my life that I can recall not going to Disneyland at least once. I know where every restroom is. I know where every drinking fountain is. I know where every ride is. Etc, etc. I love DISNEYLAND!!!

Anyway, every once in a while I will surf the net for sites run by other Disney fans and boy are there good ones. So, I decided to share my findings with anyone who might be interested in the history of and the behind-the-scenes info on Disneyland:

Yesterland.com
This site has pictures and descriptions of all the now-extinct rides and attractions at Disneyland. Do you remember a specific ride you used to get on when you are little, but can no longer find it at the park? You'll find it in Yesterland. I love knowing all the history of Disneyland and the way it used to be when my mom was young... this site totally feeds my need for that knowledge.

DoomBuggies.com
This site has everything--and I mean EVERYTHING--you want to know about the Haunted Mansion. Check it out. First time I found this site, I spent hours going through it and I learned so much. You'll definitely never see the ride the same again. WARNING: Don't read if you don't want to know how they do some of the special effects.

TellNoTales.com
All you need to know about The Pirates of the Carribean ride. Just like DoomBuggies.com, this one gives you all the info and history on the awesome ride that inspired the movies. Did you know that Pirates was originally going to be a walk-thru ride with a miniature pirate village? Check out this site for that story and more.

LaughingPlace.com
This site provides info on all Disney parks around the world. Every rumor, tidbit, etc. is addressed. This one's been around a while.

There are others, believe me, but there are too many to list. Enjoy these ones though.... They have mountains of info and media. Enjoy!

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

7 reasons not to mess with children.

A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.
The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.
Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.
The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah".
The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?"
The little girl replied, "Then you ask him".

A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work.
As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.
The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."
The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like."
Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, "They will in a minute."

A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds.
After explaining the commandment to "honour" thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?"
Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, "Thou shall not kill."

One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.
She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?"
Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white."
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"

The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.
"Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor'
A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, she's dead."

A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face."
"Yes," the class said.
"Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?"
A little fellow shouted,
"Cause your feet ain't empty."

The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:
"Take only ONE . God is watching."
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.
A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples."

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Baby shower rundown...

So, aside from all my drama this weekend (see previous blog entry) and the unbearable heat, Sandy's baby shower turned out great. A very good amount of people showed up despite the fact that it was more than 100 degrees and the baby shower took place outside. The decorations and layout came out good. The cake came out good. The diaper cake, after I finished it, was a hit. The food was good. The games were successfull. The raffle was succesful (they left with about $115). Sandy cleaned up on presents. It was a complete success. Score!

I am so good at throwing together these functions. I had a whole schedule laid out and it pretty much all went according to plan, and because of that everyone seemed to be entertained and practically no one left early. They all stayed to the end. I'm sure that was because Sandy is so loved, but I have to say that part of it was because my goal was not to let anyone get bored and to keep things moving. So, anyone who laughed at me for being anal and wanting to plan every detail down to the schedule of activities can kiss my booty because it all ended up making the baby shower an awesome event. I guess there are pluses to being an anal control freak... haha!

Now who wants to hire me for their special occasion? LOL!

Hell of a weekend in hell...

So, instead of getting into details about my weekend (because it would literally take me hours to type it all out), I'm just going to list short summaries and you can just fill in the blanks yourself:

1. It's hot as HELL (hence my title) and I'm in S. Clarita where it's hotter than Hell.

2. My car broke down again. Found out my extended warranty ended 2,000 miles ago. 2,000 MILES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is practically nothing. This time it's somewhat my fault because I put the wrong kind of coolant in the car and now have to have my cooling system repaired (flushing of system, replacing of seals, any other damage as a result of my stupidity, etc.). This car is so leaving my life after these repairs are complete.

3. Got rejected by someone I really liked. He was totally, by all signs and behavior, feeling me too for a minute there, but then out of nowhere he was acting like he didn't even know me. I am still shocked and confused. His friends liked me. His friends' girlfriends liked me. His best girl friend liked me. He seemed to like me. Then all of a sudden he's talking about how beautiful some other chick is and how he wants to get with her right in front of me. Gosh! What is the deal!? Actually, I know what the deal was: Fear.... fear of a good thing right in front of your face. That's understandable when you are still healing from an ex-wife who is crazy and has admitted that your oldest child is probably not yours, but does that mean that I deserve to get my feelings hurt because you aren't ready for another relationship. No.

4. My relationship with one of my best friends is now over and it has ended bitterly. I'm not the type to place the all the blame on someone because I know that there are always contributing factors on both sides of a problem, but in this case, I know I didn't do anything wrong. She and my sister decided to talk about me behind my back. When I tried to apologize for my part of it, forgive her for hers, and let it go, she got defensive (which tells me she's guilty), tried to flip the script on me to make me look like the messed up party, and insulted me and the person that I am. Negative. You can convince yourself all you want, hun, but the truth is that I have always been straight up and to the point with you, but you have not been with me. Whatever. I'm over it. I have a few friends in my life who I know love me for me, recognize that I have made changes for the better, and who don't throw the past in my face, all because they know they f-ed up. That's all I need. Thanks...