Our Kids

These are our kids as they look right now. The top one is Jennifer's, (aka PurpleOceanMoon), oldest, Rosemary aka Miss Rabbit. She is going to have her back surgery on June 5. She will be 17 on May 27th.

The middle one is Jenn's baby, Angelia aka Wings. She is our young mother who will turn 16 on November 11. She is due in September.

The bottom one is my son, Seth. He will turn 15 on June 11. He doesn't blog, or even read this one. He is very stubborn; very 14.

Just thought I'd show them to everyone. My sister Jennifer and I love our kids very, very much

What the Hell!

So yesterday was very hard. It's end of the month at work so, I've been swamped with rushes, etc. Towards the end of the day I GOT A MIGRAINE! Wow, didn't see that coming. I had to leave work 10 mins. early, this never happens.....ever. So I went home and my sister who has a lot of experience with this sort of thing, ( see pervious blogs), and I can always count on her. She was ready with the meds (God bless her). I went home immediately. I rested and when I felt better I made some food. I was just sitting there (minding my own business) when my Angelia walked in with her boyfriend.

They didn't smile or say much when they came in. This is not good. She always smiles and says "Hi Mom." They both sit down on the bed and she looked at me. I know my child and I was scared. She said that she knew I had a migraine and wasn't sure we should talk now. I guess I started to listen when she said, " I haven't had my period in two months. " That got my attention. Duh, Jenn, she is that age. I was 15 once myself. Was I lucky? No, I was on birth control.

Why, WHAT THE HELL!?! Flashes, flashes of my babies face. I started to lose it. I asked them to leave my room. I cried and thought "What now? What the hell?" I called my sister and told her. Crazy Bitch puts things in perspective. Find out what Angel wants to do about it. (She is just a child herself! How does SHE know what to do?)

I guess this is one of those "Put yourself in God's hands," kind of things. Great, just monkey freakin' great. My daughter wants to have this baby. Ok, I'm going to be a Grandma. Is it just a coincidence that this kid is coming on the fifth anniversery of my poor Greg's passing? Or are there other forces at work here. Why? There must be a reason. There has to be. I just keep seeing her as my baby. WHAT THE HELL!!!

Aaay, Boba! Ooh dat soy!

Do you recognize that sentence? If you do, you may be a nerd; like me.

I have been a nerd as long as I can remember. Other kids just knew there was something wrong with me. I had big, googly eyes, fuzzy, unmanageable hair, and later I got fat. I just looked weird. There was a point, in high school, however, where I got to be popular, but I think it was because I tranferred from a notoriously tough high school to one with nicer kids. I was popular due to fear. Oh, well! Whatever worked, eh?

Several days ago, I was watching "Revenge of the Nerds," with my son, and I got to thinking how the definition of a nerd has changed. Back in the day, when Revenge of the Nerds was made, it was the smart kids who were nerds. I don't believe that is the case, today.

So what is a modern day nerd? For one, excessive fans. Fans of Star Trek, (do you speak Klingon?) Star Wars, (like me), Stargate SG1, Lord of the Rings, (like PurpleOceanMoon). . . I could go on, but I think you get the picture. Many modern day nerds are fans who go to the extreme. They REALLY get into their fantasies. A loss of touch from reality. This makes them seem like they have no life. Folks without "lives" don't get any respect, and therefore, become nerds. But as one of this kind of nerd, I personally don't care what others think! Star Wars is the best saga the 20th century had to offer! So, if we don't care what others think, does that still make us nerds?

Another kind of nerd is the kind who doesn't have any fashion sense. They look ridiculous, so society makes funs of them, and keeps away from them, lest their lack of fashion sense rubs off onto others, making even more nerds. Isn't this ridiculous in itself? But I must admit, I am one of the first people to make fun of the fashionably challenged. It's just funny! I don't make fun of people who are poor, and can't buy fashionable clothes, but I DO make fun of the folks who obviously have the money, just not the style! Are folks born like this? Like I was born without a sense of direction? (I get lost. I have been living in Sacramento for over 20 years, and I still get lost. Mapquest is my friend. What a nerd!)

The last kind of nerd I can think of are the stupid people. This is the direct reversal of the orginal nerd. I was also this kind of nerd. I made a touchdown in my freshman year in gym class. I was so happy, until I realized that it was for the other team; I had run the wrong way. Nerd! I was the kid who didn't seem to understand what everyone else was doing. Nerd! I was the kid who was failing school. Nerd! I did learn, just later on. I was the first time driver who kept crashing and doing stupid things on the street. A big sorry to the three cars I hit while just trying to get out of my sister's apartment's parking lot. (By the way, my driver's record is perfect!) The photo above is me in the height of nerdiness. Check the fashion sense, though, eh?

Did I miss any other kind of nerd? Were you a nerd? What kind?

Another Crappy-Ass Day

Yesterday sucked.

I had to leave work at noon to make it to a workshop for setting my divorce for trial. I sent a message to my boss, asking if it was ok to make up my hours today, in the afternoon, as that is when it is most busy. I also asked if I could start working on Thursdays, too. (I had been working three days a week; Monday, Wednesday and Friday, all day). I didn't get a response from him.

Before I left, I knocked on his door and asked him if he got my message. He said he did, so I asked what he thought. He said, "let's go discuss this in the conference room." I said a cheerful ok, and we went into the conference room. Then he shocked the shit out of me. He said, "you're a nice person, but you don't seem to get it. I am letting you go." WHAT? . . . WHAT? Is what I'm thinking. I said, "but I thought I was doing very, very well!" He said he didn't think I got what they are trying to do in that office. WHAT?!!! He gave me a check that included two weeks pay. In total and complete shock, I gathered up my things and began saying goodbye to the people I loved and thought I would be spending years with.

Why was I in complete shock? Because the girl who was training me was thrilled with all that I knew already, and how well I was doing. The second day I was there, I simplified their e-filing system. The second week, I simplified their storage system. They are still using index cards, for crying out loud! They have this huge, old fashioned library index card holder system clogging up their kitchen! I was planning to convert the cards to a binder system, to take up less physical space. I also did a huge cleanup on their boxes and boxes that needed to be closed and go to storage! I was working my ass off, and flooring them almost every week, with what is really just common sense and hard work!

So why was I and another part-time girl hired in the first place? The lead secretary told me over and over again, that they were planning to get the boss to hire both of us full-time, eventually. There is plenty of work, and that's why I felt comfortable asking for more hours. But now, I believe that we really were only hired to cover the lead secretary's vacation. I was there for two weeks when she went on leave for two weeks. That's why I believe the other girl and I were given a crash course the first two weeks. It really was a crash course, too. I just listened hard and made plenty of notes. That was two weeks ago. At first, I had suspected that's what was going to happen, but all the work that needed to be done made me think otherwise.

Now that I think about it, and after hearing him quietly discussing the other part-time girl's future plans, I know that that's what happened. The other part-time girl is going to college, and has never worked in a law office before. I could tell that she was frustrating the one who was training us. The other part-timer is trying to get into UCLA, and would soon leave if she did. I realized that we were never going to go full-time, and that I was given a bullshit reason for termination. Complete bullshit. I'm sure they will let her go, too, if they haven't already. They might keep her around to finish the storage problem, but after that, they'll probably let her go, if she doesn't leave on her own.

I believe I could have worked there a little longer, but I asked for more hours, and the boss is a reported cheapskate, and also a little shady. He has the secretarys sign his name for him on all the documents. They don't write, "for." on there, either. They just pretend it's him signing. It took them over a year just to get him to get a water cooler for the office.

I forgot things I was supposed to bring when I went to the workshop at the court, and will have to re-schedule. I went to my friend, Monica's house and they made me feel better. Monica has kids who are just the sweetest little people, and they cheered me considerably. Monica also calmed me and soothed my nerves with a little talking it out. I am grateful for her friendship and support. She's a great friend, and I consider her and her family, my family.

So, I gotta look for another job, and hope it sticks. I also have to hope they will pay me my per hour rate, be close by my house, (because of my migraines), be nice to me, and be commited to me as an employee. I prayed to God already, so now I just have to believe in Him, and that He will guide me to the correct path. The work I was doing there was close to collections, and when I got home and thought about some of the defendants and why they couldn't pay their rent, it made me sad and sorry for them. Perhaps, God plucked me out of there for that reason. God always answers my prayers, so I will focus on that. I will pray, and believe.

How to Make a Woman Happy

It's not difficult to make a woman happy. A man only needs to be:


1. a friend
2. a companion
3. a lover
4. a brother
5. a father
6. a master
7. a chef
8. and electrician
9. a carpenter
10. a plumber
11. a mechanic
12. a decorator
13. a stylist
14. a sexlolgist
15. a gynecologist
16. a psychologist
17. a pest exterminator
18. a psychiatrist
19. a healer
20. a good listener
21. an organizer
22. a good father
23. very clean
24. sympathetic
25. athletic
26. warm
27. attentive
28. gallent
29. intelligent
30. funny
31. creative
32. tender
33. strong
34. understanding
35. tolerant
36. prudent
37. ambitious
38. capable
39. courageous
40. determined
41. true
42. dependable
43. passionate
44. compassionate


WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:

45. give her compliments regularly
46. love shopping
47. be honest
48. be very rich
49. not stress her out
50. not look at other girls

AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:

51. give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself
52. give her lots of time, especially for herself
53. give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes

IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:

54. Never to forget:
*birthdays
*anniversaries
*arrangements she makes

HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY

1. Show up naked
2. Bring food

Easter!

Wow! That was FUN! That was one of the funnest Easters at Grandma and Grandpa's in a long time! My horoscope had said that my relatives would be in rare form, and they were! We all had a great time! Actually, poor Rosemary was having bad back pain, but I think she had fun at first, too.

Jessica and Manuel are great at Guiter Hero! They are equal to each other in skill, as far as I could tell! Our first song was played by Jess and myself, and we were totally rockin'! Watching Seth and Manuel play together was also exciting! Angelia and Day-Day totally rocked "Woman" for us, but Jenn didn't feel like playing. We were all excited to play for our folks.

The food was delicious! I was sooo full, that I couldn't eat cake until I got home. Yes, my friends, I got to take the cake! Mmmmmmm!

The only thing I regret, is that I played and watched so much Guitar Hero, that I forgot to get the scoop from Cassie, all about her wedding! Damn! I LOVE weddings, and I had a buttload of questions! I realised this when I began asking Nana questions about the wedding after Cassie left. Oh, well. Hopefully I'll be able to grill her soon.

So, I thought I would put some old Easter photos on here. I know how my mom loves them. The one on top is Cassie, Rosie, Angel and baby Seth, plopped on the ground. The one next to it is Rose, Angel and Seth. The really, really OLD ones are of me and my mysterious Easter basket, and the other is me and Jenn. Sorry, but I couldn't find one with little Manuel in it! I need to get mom's old pictures from her and just scan them all! What do you say, mom?

HAPPY EASTER, MY FRIENDS!