<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:19:06.363-07:00</updated><category term='Numbs'/><category term='me'/><category term='blogging on the road'/><category term='venting'/><category term='what would you do???'/><category term='people I admire'/><category term='memories....'/><category term='Cyrus'/><category term='PUPPIES'/><category term='slapped in the face'/><category term='story time'/><category term='dailys'/><category term='question?'/><category term='Delilah'/><title type='text'>just woot.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-8180618758505342475</id><published>2010-08-06T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:51:03.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>things on my mind-</title><content type='html'>- I'm hungry but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;- how weird/emotional/odd/shitty this whole week has been&lt;br /&gt;- that I actually haven't watched THAT much TV this week (for me, uber bizarre!)&lt;br /&gt;- remembering how I blacked out when Chris Daughtry got kicked off of AI (the 5th season is on the TV Guide channel right now)&lt;br /&gt;- hoping that the MRI doesn't say I f-ed up my knee hardcore (i.e.- nothing is torn)&lt;br /&gt;- hoping I have a really nice night tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;- trying to become motivated to writing on here again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's hoping. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-8180618758505342475?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8180618758505342475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=8180618758505342475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/8180618758505342475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/8180618758505342475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-on-my-mind.html' title='things on my mind-'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-4033668519812088678</id><published>2009-06-22T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:55:07.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Getting Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I'm starting to sleep again... Actually it's become the opposite where I now just want to sleep! I think it's moved from emotional stress to emotional exhaustion but as ridiculous as it sounds, I would rather sleep than not... Other than being in Vegas, I have never stayed up, especially just laying in bed in the dark, all night at home before &amp;amp; well, it was shitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason last night, the song, "All Cried Out" got into my head &amp;amp; so I looked up the lyrics. Sans it being about a relationship, this is basically how I eventually want to end up... I am happy to say about 77% there yet I just need to release the last 23%. That will most likely happen by the end of the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know the song or can't remember it, I linked it in the title. I was originally was going to post the mid 90's remake but I thought that we all (well, maybe just me) needs a good laugh &amp;amp; to feel a lil better so I have posted it OG with Lisa Lisa &amp;amp; the Cult Jam. Enjoy an "as legit as it was" 80's video!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16shEIbNVmo"&gt;All Cried Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Girl]&lt;br /&gt;All alone on a Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;Outside I see the rain is falling, whoa...&lt;br /&gt;Inside I'm slowly dying&lt;br /&gt;But the rain will hide my crying, crying, crying&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know my tears will burn the pillow&lt;br /&gt;Set this place on fire 'cause I'm tired of your lies&lt;br /&gt;All I needed was a simple "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;But the traffic was so noisy that you could not hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I gave you my love in vain&lt;br /&gt;My body never knew such pleasure&lt;br /&gt;My heart never knew such pain&lt;br /&gt;And you, you leave me so confused&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all cried out&lt;br /&gt;Over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Boy]&lt;br /&gt;Oh you, all over you, ooh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanted to see things your way&lt;br /&gt;I had to go astray&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why was I such a fool&lt;br /&gt;Now I see that the grass is greener [Girl: Why, oh why...]&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late for me to find my way home&lt;br /&gt;How could I be so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Girl]&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know the hurt will cause an inferno&lt;br /&gt;Romance up in flames&lt;br /&gt;Why should I take the blame?&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who left me neglected [Boy: Oh, no no no...I'm so sorry]&lt;br /&gt;Apology not accepted&lt;br /&gt;Add me to the broken hearts you've collected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I gave you all of me [Boy: Gave me all of you]&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know&lt;br /&gt;You would weaken so easily&lt;br /&gt;I, I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all cried out [Boy: I'm all...]&lt;br /&gt;Over you [Boy: All cried out too...whoa, whao..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Girl]&lt;br /&gt;I, I gave you my love in vain&lt;br /&gt;My body never knew such pleasure&lt;br /&gt;My heart never knew such pain&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Boy]&lt;br /&gt;I left you so confused!&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all cried out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Girl]&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all cried out&lt;br /&gt;Over you......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-4033668519812088678?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4033668519812088678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=4033668519812088678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4033668519812088678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4033668519812088678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-better.html' title='Getting Better'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7684377322690838555</id><published>2009-06-19T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T03:34:26.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>ugh, this sucks.</title><content type='html'>**Editor's note: Flat out- I'm a mess. Because of that, some posts may be really strong &amp;amp; emotionally driven. Things will come out that some people won't agree with &amp;amp; some that may make others think I should be in a padded room. Please know that I am on here to show I don't need the padded room. When I'm not &amp;amp; you're worried, then contact to make sure I wasn't transferred to one.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:06 am &amp;amp; I can't sleep. Today really kicked my ass. I haven't had a day like this in a while, especially to the degree of today's emotional level. HO tried doing a "tough love" bit on me but that didn't work... I felt it was too soon to do. Today should have been more of, "This is shitty but let it out" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up admitted more of the "issue" to my mother. As much as it hurt to do, she was very understanding. Yes, she took 4 seconds to scold me yet took the rest of the day to be as understanding and compassionate as a person can be. It made me feel good. It truly did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem though is that I can't seem to find the compassion for myself. I can't stop being upset over everything! I've been told by quite a few people that I need to be but I just can't bring myself to feel that way towards myself. For some reason, I can feel all the compassion for anyone else, who honestly &amp;amp; truly deserve it. Not the fucking stupid, god damn ignorant, piece of shit, basic cancers to society that I know of or have on a list of actual people I unfortunately know. It's not that I feel I belong on that list (NOT AT ALL!) but I also don't want to have compassion for myself. It's more that I'm just so pissed, let alone disappointed I could have EVER gotten into a situation like this. I feel like a hypocrite, a loser &amp;amp; just a stupid shit. Honestly, I'm not writing this for others to be like, "No...". I'm writing this to let people know that I'm learning more about life &amp;amp; it sucks. It sucks A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, I never imagined life would be this way. I imagined that life was a basic cut out &amp;amp; you either go this way or that way. I know its a good thing that it isn't yet to ever think it would go this way just SUCKS!!! I knew there were bad people in the world but maliciously horrendous cocksuckers who prey on people? Wow. It's just mind blowing. I know that there have been people like this since the dawn of time but how has it just gotten worse? Like really, how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate I can't sleep. I hate that I think I may have to start taking something to help me sleep. I hate that I can't hire a hit man man or even just take the pleasure of getting rid of a cancer to society. I hate the system. I really am just a huge cluster fuck mess of hate right now &amp;amp; I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7684377322690838555?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7684377322690838555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7684377322690838555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7684377322690838555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7684377322690838555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh-this-sucks.html' title='ugh, this sucks.'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5641750742534023240</id><published>2009-06-18T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T03:30:16.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>pure vent</title><content type='html'>In a span of 3 hours, today has been SUCH a roller coaster of emotions! I honestly don't remember the last time I had such  a feeling of low to feeling high within 1.5 seconds. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started this morning-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I haven't been sleeping well. The past few nights, my bedtime has been around 3 am. My body is just so stressed &amp;amp; out of it &amp;amp; I hate it. So, going to bed at 3, usually nothing would wake me up 3 &amp;amp; 1/2 hours later... Well, at 6:15, HO called needing a ride. For me to hear, actually feel the vibrations of the phone next to my head is the ONLY reason why I picked up my phone. To get into why I had to give HO a ride would just be too long, draining &amp;amp; ridiculous right now but I will get into it one day... But anyways, back to the subject here, which is me... =)~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I get up &amp;amp; give him a ride. I'm super tired &amp;amp; wondering why I'm driving but it was for a good reason. All I can think though is that I can't wait til I get home &amp;amp; to get back into bed. I get back, get the puppies &amp;amp; go back to bed to sleep... but now I can't sleep. So I figure, "Let me listen to &lt;a href="http://www.kroq-data.com/kevinandbean/index.asp"&gt;Kevin &amp;amp; Bean&lt;/a&gt;". While listening to K&amp;amp;B, they mentioned they were going to have a dream interpreter. I was quite intrigued since I have always had very intense &amp;amp; even some recurring dreams so I figured, "Hey, I should call in"... Ok, I know that I'm on the radio often yet I call when it's a topic or a trivia game. When it's something along the lines of  a mass amount of people trying to call in to be one of like 3 to be able to ask a question, it's nearly impossible... Well, what do you know? I got through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on hold, I was trying to think of what exactly to ask. I mean, I am a HUGE dream person. My father &amp;amp; I love talking about dreams and we always try to figure out what it all means. Of all the dreams I thought about asking, "What does this mean?", I pick a recurring one that has been around for half my life. It usually comes at least 4-6 times a year yet it has been coming more like once or twice a month. It really haunts me cuz it starts out ok yet turns scary. All it is- a big wave of water. They're not like a 5, 10, 15 foot waves- they're easily 50-100 feet tall! I can have the most normal of dreams &amp;amp; then out of the blue, I'm @ the beach &amp;amp; I start to see the build up of the wave. Through out the years, lil things change about it. I try running away/outsmarting it &amp;amp; the wave at times looks like its been drawn like a funny cartoon yet every time, it hits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the last call they took on the radio. They were very nice &amp;amp; understanding. The guy informs me that in any dream that consists of water means emotion. Alright- huge wave of emotion. I get it. Alright, it started with being diagnosed with my thyroid condition. HUGE turning point &amp;amp; really affected my life/emotions thought, through out the years, I have learned to deal &amp;amp; take care of it. It still bothers me but I notice that these wave dreams come around when HUGE emotional stuff is going on. When I was listening to the playback, I heard myself start to tear up in the end. As much as it may have been for the thyroid, it was more for the "issue" going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get into the "issue" just yet. Some things still need to be sorted out yet most likely, the story of the "issue" will be coming soon. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 15-20 mins after I was on the radio, I got just the most devastating news about it. It was official. I hit rock bottom. I was inconsolable and crying like a kid who is on the verge of throwing up &amp;amp; not being able to breath out of my nose. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing. HOW COULD THIS BE?!?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!?!? WHY DID THIS HAPPEN!?!?! WHAT IS GOING ON??? To top it off, the asshole who was giving me this information was a emotionless as fuck. I think that's what hurt even more. Then he couldn't even give me proper information so I then had to make calls &amp;amp; find it out myself, all while trying to compose myself. It was truly hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it picks up- I literally just had everything sucked out of me. I don't even know how I was standing. I hung up with the nice lady who was being as helpful as possible while trying to tell me I'll be ok. Then, I get a Facebook notice on my phone. It said I had a private message sent to me &amp;amp; when I saw the name of the person who sent it to me, I went into shock. I then did my infamous "thinking semi-pessimistically" and figured it was a spam virus &amp;amp; I was a "lucky one" who got the message! Well, I was wrong! This person heard me on the radio &amp;amp; was excited to hear me on there. This person actually recognized my voice before they even heard it was me! I HAVEN'T SEEN/SPOKE (sans email) WITH THIS PERSON IN OVER 7 YEARS!!! and knew it was me. To even get into who this person is would take forever &amp;amp; 2 days but this is someone who is a very amazing human being &amp;amp; I have felt this way for quite sometime. If for some reason this person is reading this, thank you. You made me go from feeling like pond scam to flying high as a kite in 1.5 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe this all happened within 3 hours, all before 9:30 in the morning? Would you also believe that the last part all happened with 30 mins? Me neither... but it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... to end this, I ask a question- did all this happen for a reason? Did HO needing a ride, not being able to go back to sleep, having to listen to K&amp;amp;B, going on the radio, get a devastating phone call to then get an amazing message all happen for a reason? If not, well, this is some funky ass world we live in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5641750742534023240?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5641750742534023240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5641750742534023240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5641750742534023240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5641750742534023240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/pure-vent.html' title='pure vent'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5867193401091831388</id><published>2009-06-12T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:41:58.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>"It's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>... Shouldn't have left you, without a dope beat to step to..."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi. I don't even know what to really say. To say that the past year has been a roller coaster would be an understatement. I'm ashamed, disappointed and kinda pissed that I didn't write on here when it probably would have helped me release some of the stuff that I needed to. The problem was I just couldn't bring myself to. I didn't have the energy. It just sucked. I know I've said/mentioned something like this about 6 months ago but it seemed like everything just took a nosedive and I just lost a lot of motivation. I hope that I will one day be able to write about everything that has happened but as of right now, it's probably not best until everything is done, taken care of &amp;amp; the outcome is what I would want it to be or just at least a positive one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of right now, I'm getting a lil better. I actually just got laid off and as much as that would be looked @ as a bad thing, it's actually the best thing for me right now. I need time to fix myself emotionally, mentally &amp;amp; physically. I'm calling this my "Carpe Diem" moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a way to get back into the swing of things, I'm going to try to come on here to write. You know, I don't find myself to be a great, even good, writer but I want to try &amp;amp; be. Even if I just come on here &amp;amp; post pics of the "PUPPIES", it's doing something! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a few posts from tax season that I finally posted &amp;amp; I'll try posting tonight or tomorrow my "25 things" &amp;amp; "50 questions". 37 years later but it'll finally be done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for those who read this, yes, I'm here, semi-functioning and trying to just get on with life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for coming by &amp;amp; take care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5867193401091831388?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5867193401091831388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5867193401091831388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5867193401091831388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5867193401091831388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-long-time.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5400635569585737895</id><published>2009-02-21T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:09:54.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging on the road'/><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So after last week of wanting to throw myself in "puppy lake" &amp;amp; just end it ALL, thanks to the massive head cold &amp;amp; bronchitis I got, I am now back on the road with my dad! Here we go-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:27- Arrive at our first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. in Chino (approx. 35 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; from where we live) &amp;amp; they are actually new clients that were referred to us by a VERY good &amp;amp; close family friend of ours. It's a couple with a 8 month old baby girl. The woman is my age. Well, actually, I'm older than her, which I find weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I sometimes can't wrap my mind that I should really call &amp;amp; consider myself a woman but I still think I'm about 10-15 years younger than my actual age! I know, I'm odd. Ya don't need to remind me of that! :)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the chick (there we go, I'll use the word chick!) is Hawaiian &amp;amp; is a Hawaiian dancer. She does competitions all around! Her &amp;amp; her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; family seem really sweet &amp;amp; she has a head on her shoulders. She, as we speak, is working at a law firm AND is also going to school to become a lawyer! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; for her! I could NEVER go to law school... Too much for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, everything turned out really well doing their return &amp;amp; my dad told her &amp;amp; her husband how to properly claim on their W-4s! All &amp;amp; all, good experience! Glad they were referred to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!! I almost forgot! Talk about small world shit! So as much as LBS thinks I am an asshole &amp;amp; thinks that I talk shit about her &amp;amp; call her a bitch, I talk about how much of an AMAZING manager she is @ her salon. See, whenever I mention my sister is a manager of a tanning salon, I usually get the "Oh. That's nice.", assuming that she's an airhead &amp;amp; doesn't know her ass from a hole in the ground... Well, let me tell you, that is SO far from the truth! My sister is truly brilliant &amp;amp; knows her shit when it comes to the tanning industry! She goes to conventions, has taken classes on the side to learn about different products &amp;amp; beds and teaching her employees how to become better at their jobs! My sister has such a repartee with most of her clients that a lot of them always stay around &amp;amp; talk to her! LBS has done mind blowing things to that salon and the owner should be on his hands &amp;amp; knees EVERY night thanking the heavens she came into his life. If it wasn't for her, he would so be up shits creek without a damn paddle! She runs everything for him while he can go &amp;amp; either work somewhere else or take care of other things in his life... So small world shit- the chick we just went to see has gone a few times to my sister's salon to tan and was never informed of the salon before by our family friend! Small world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:36- At our next house. My father &amp;amp; I for the life of us could not figure out where we were going! Turns out they're clients who used to live in Anaheim (which is approx. 25-30 from Corona) near where my grandparents. My dad actually tried to talk them into buying my grandparents place when it was on the market again but they decided to move here. At least its an older house. The reason for being appreciative of that- when you buy a home out in Riverside &amp;amp; San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bernadino&lt;/span&gt; counties that was built in about the mid 90's to about now, you're paying an extra tax called &lt;a href="http://www.mello-roos.com/pdf/mrpdf.pdf"&gt;Mella-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Roos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like this was a quickie so we're on our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:27- At a house in corona valley, aka- a "city" that was created about 7 years ago due to ALL the new houses that were being built in corona (riverside county). We have quite a few clients out here. At least you can say that these houses are beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this house we're at right now has a semi-funny yet irritating for them story. See, for some reason, whenever we're schedule to come to their house, we're either unbelievably late (like 2-3 hours) or we have to reschedule them! Today, we were about 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; early &amp;amp; they were in shock! Hell, the wife went shopping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she knows we're always late! My dad finished their return within 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the wife came home right when he was done! She was in shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, on to the next house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:12- So we're now at a client's house that my dad has known for about 30 years. I will flat out say that they are one of my favorites! I met them about 5 years ago. When I met the wife, she told me this incredible story about my uncle Jorge- about 30 years when she was applying for a job, she couldn't read or write in English. Well, it turned out she was applying to work where my uncle did &amp;amp; he saw that she was struggling so he helped her fill out her job application &amp;amp; because of him, she got the job &amp;amp; got to retire there after, whew, like 35 years! That was the type of man my uncle Jorge was but I'll tell the story about him later....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, let's actually go back to this morning before we even left the house- I was in the kitchen, getting ready for the day when the phone ran. It was the wife of this great couple. She called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she wanted to make us a nice meal for when we went over to see them this afternoon. I was so touched to have someone think &amp;amp; care for us like that! So she started naming off things she could make us &amp;amp; she then mentioned some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;carnitas&lt;/span&gt; that she had for us a few years ago &amp;amp; I yelled, "YES!". I've been waiting ALL day for this meal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a reason why she also wanted to make us this meal- See, last year when we went to their house, my dad (I think) was going into some kind of diabetic shock. About 2 houses before them, my dad has these clients who have oranges in their backyard that you would maybe only find @ a farmer's market! They're huge, sweet &amp;amp; the juice is out of this world! My dad praises the juice yet he doesn't realize that being a diabetic, ON INSULIN, he can NOT drink that stuff or maybe he can have a small cup to taste it. Well, despite all my warnings &amp;amp; trying to care for him, he had about 3-5 FULL glasses of orange juice. I was pretty pissed. Not as pissed as I was when we were at this couple's house &amp;amp; he starts saying, "um, my vision is blurry". Then informs me, "Oh, I don't feel well". I look @ him and he's all clammy, pale and just looks ill! He eventually goes to lay down &amp;amp; I just start to tear up. The fantastic couple tried to help out by giving him water &amp;amp; the wife made him a salad with olive oil dressing. They helped me take care of him &amp;amp; I was truly grateful for their generosity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's the reason for the meal she made us! She also made my dad this really colorful salad that he had 2 big servings of! The meal was absolutely everything I imagined it would be, maybe even better! Even though I ate like a damn pig, still thinking of the food makes my mouth water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we were so early, we end up staying for about 2 hours just visiting &amp;amp; talking with the couple! It was a perfect treat to a pretty good day so far. I will DEFINITELY be sending a Thank You card to her for everything her &amp;amp; her husband did for us! Oh &amp;amp; she even gave us the rest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;carnitas&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; beans! I left as a very happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; manatee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the next house.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; - We get to the house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the people thought it was for next weekend. It worked out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we'll be about 2 miles away from them next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I inform my father that I'm going to go find a AT&amp;amp;T store b/c my phone is on the verge of death &amp;amp; my car charger is dead! So while he went to see the new client, who we find out that the last guy who did his past tax returns claimed he has about $26,000 of job "expenses" when he gets a W-2, I was going to try &amp;amp; find an AT&amp;amp;T store... Well, it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; adventure. See, for most of you who may read this, you have NO idea where or what the city of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt; looks like. It's truly one of the MAJOR armpits of Southern California! Yet according to the navigation system, it said I was about a mile &amp;amp; a half away from one. So I punch it in &amp;amp; let it take me there. When I arrive to the address, it was a residential area. I could have gone up to the door &amp;amp; asked if they sold a car charger for a blackberry but I was pretty sure my response would have been, "QUE?!" So no luck on the car charger&amp;amp; my phone will most likely die in a matter of an hour but at least it was a  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; adventure around the even MORE ghetto side of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;COLTON&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go pick up dad &amp;amp; end up going back to Corona Valley for the last 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;appts&lt;/span&gt;. of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:17- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I am in shock! What I am witnessing here I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;thought I would hear or see! Brace yourselves, this is a heartbreaking story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Alright, I have also known these people for about 4-5 years now. When I met them, they were trying their hardest to have a baby, even going to MEXICO to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;IVF&lt;/span&gt; treatments!!! (BTW- side note, we had come by this house earlier yet the husband had to go run an errand about 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; away. We didn't think much of it since EVERYONE knows my dad runs late &amp;amp; they probably thought, "oh my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. is at 2, I'll be home by 3:30!" We took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people by surprise today! But for some reason, I asked my dad, "Why did they go to Mexico to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;IVF&lt;/span&gt;? Did they not have insurance?" Well, the answer was no. I then understood why they went down there, since it was cheaper, yet I mentioned to my dad, "I wonder if there would any side affects for going down there...." OK, back to the story!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we walk inside and I had noticed that the wife was missing. I found it out since she always greeted us &amp;amp; she was the one that had everything ready &amp;amp; prepared for us. I must have taken my time walking in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; all I heard was, "She's living at her mom's" &amp;amp; "I think it's over". The guy went to go get some more stuff &amp;amp; I looked @ my dad &amp;amp; he gave me a look like, "Yup, you heard right." I was just like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;NOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!" but in a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad does his best to do the tax return to the best of his abilities since the wife took like ALL the paperwork! He only had a few things but I guess he's going to try &amp;amp; get the rest of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, fair warning- this is a truly sad story. Just thinking of it, it gives me the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;sads&lt;/span&gt;" all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Editor's note- After writing the whole incident, I informed my folks &amp;amp; PH that I mentioned it in my blog. Well, they think that due to the nature of the story &amp;amp; how devastatingly sad it is that I should take that part out. To sum up what basically happened to the couple- the wife pulled a "Chris Brown" b/c she has turned into "Britney being locked up in her bathroom, before they wheeled her off to the psych ward"! Yeah. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:49- Now that I am this distraught mess, we end up at this really cool &amp;amp; really funny couple's house. It worked out perfectly that they were after our last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; b/c they were not only able to make my dad &amp;amp; I laugh but they were also a half a mile away! Both the husband &amp;amp; wife work for the county as engineers &amp;amp; make a pretty decent living at it! Right when we're about to leave, the husband gives me this HUGE 42 oz. bag of M&amp;amp;Ms &amp;amp; says, "Here. These are for your mom. She'll know why she's getting them." I'm all confused so I go outside to call her &amp;amp; she remembered that b/c she squeezed him in for today, she told him the payment for doing that would be a bag of M&amp;amp;Ms. When I told her it was a 42 oz. bag, she was all, "DAMN! I just wanted a small bag but hell, it'll last!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done here. Off to the last house of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:57- Man, I thought this would be kind of a quickie but it's FAR from that! The worst part? They don't even have everything they need! It's not their fault though. It's amazing how much of assholes companies are these days. These people were still waiting for some 1099s yet about 4-6 companies hadn't sent them out yet! 1099s &amp;amp; W-2s are due to the Feds by the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month, let alone to everyone else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the background story about these people- The husband was making great money at a company doing pavement work &amp;amp; whatnot. Well, he decided that he should just go out on his own. Can I just say that in the time that I have been going out with my dad, people who try to go into business for themselves usually don't succeed. I would say 1 out of, oh, I don't know, 25 make it. It's probably even higher! It's really sad b/c you wish these people the best yet you also have to fair warn them that it's a HUGE risk. Honestly, I don't know that many people who have been successful in running their own business &amp;amp; it really just all ends in heartbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wife is the epitome of organized. She has everything in order &amp;amp; can really inform &amp;amp; show my dad everything that has happened. Well, in the 2 years that her husband has been doing this, they have been scrapping by. She even had to take money out of her 401k to be able to live. Now the guy realizes his mistake. He tried to go back to his old job but they had their own lay offs so he either needs to go forward with his business or find somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spend about an hour &amp;amp; a half there. The tax return is no where near done. Well, I'm done &amp;amp; I want to go home! We leave @ around 10:30-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:15- FINALLY home!!!! OH! I forgot to mention this- when I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Colton&lt;/span&gt;, trying to find the damn AT&amp;amp;T store, HO called me. He informed me on his lottery ticket luck. He bought a ticket &amp;amp; won another ticket. So when he went to get another, he won $2! So he went to get another &amp;amp; won $10!! He took it as a sign that he was having a streak of good luck so he wanted to see if I wanted to go to the casinos with him. I told him that we should be home around 9:30-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; he said, "Alright, call me when you get home". Yeah.... I called &amp;amp; he was asleep &amp;amp; I was super tired but we're still determined to go! I know THAT will be a story on it's own so when it happened, I'll definitely share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I'm going to bed! I'm exhausted....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ttyl&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5400635569585737895?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5400635569585737895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5400635569585737895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5400635569585737895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5400635569585737895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-1368212725523936462</id><published>2009-02-14T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:08:27.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging on the road'/><title type='text'>Unfortunately...</title><content type='html'>No blogging on the road for me today... I am sicker than a damn animal &amp;amp; all I want to do is sleep &amp;amp; take drugs! I feel really bad though b/c this is my first time in about 4-5 years that I have missed a Saturday going with my dad. I really feel that I should go but I know if I do, I'll just make everything worse for me, my dad &amp;amp; even for the guys at work! I just need to nip this shit in the butt &amp;amp; get on with life! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's hoping for sleep, soup &amp;amp; cough medicine with codeine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til next time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-1368212725523936462?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1368212725523936462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=1368212725523936462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1368212725523936462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1368212725523936462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/unfortunately.html' title='Unfortunately...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5256439429728795134</id><published>2009-02-12T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:05:27.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>I'm just wondering...</title><content type='html'>... Am I bitch for thinking that if you are a professional/self-employed person, that goes to different businesses for your job, that its cool to drag your kid with you!? When I say kid, I mean a child under the age of, oh, let's say 7. I understand there are circumstances that come up &amp; you may need to drag the kid with you yet what if you worked in an office building or a factory? You couldn't take your kid to work with you. I also find it VERY unprofessional when you are trying to make an impression with someone that you can't find a baby sitter or day care to watch your kid for those few hours you're away???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I understand shit comes! For instance, when LBS &amp; I were younger, we would sometimes have to go to school with my mom. At first, it was boring as HELL yet I just finally sucked it up &amp; started to help out around the classroom or see if any other teachers needed help yet I was old enough to help out! What input is a 4-5 year old going to make to his interior designer mom?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seriously, am I a bitch for thinking/feeling this way???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5256439429728795134?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5256439429728795134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5256439429728795134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5256439429728795134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5256439429728795134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-just-wondering.html' title='I&apos;m just wondering...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7591118594689249978</id><published>2009-02-07T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:57:55.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging on the road'/><title type='text'>It's that time of the year again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;During tax season, I go with my dad to do taxes out of our house. We travel all around! This is me telling of our adventures/experience through out the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:48- We're leaving! On our way to my favorite day of the season- Hemet/UPS day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:57- So we're at the first house in actually San Jacinto (next to Hemet)... These people are very nice &amp;amp; welcoming yet you can see/tell there's tension between the husband &amp;amp; wife... Between the issue w/ their house (being worth less than half of what they paid for it)!, the "rental" that they helped a family member (who's illegal!) &amp;amp; having a 19 year old who's now a dad yet finds getting a "cool car w/ no license" more important than the baby, man, it would have taken the jaws of life to cut tension! Side eyes all around! Nice people though... I hope everything does work out for them... On to the next house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:23- So now we're at the 2nd house... This guy is always the first person to call EVERY year! Once again, super nice people yet the wife got laid off &amp;amp; the husband had his hours cut at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this is what I'm fearing- this year is going to be one LONG depressing season... I hope I'm wrong yet so far w/ just these 2 houses, let alone the other houses my dad has gone to this year, its going to be bad... Still a nice visit with them... Cute lil girl &amp;amp; expecting another one in May... Leaving in a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:01- Ok, I had to stop for awhile cuz every house we were going to, it was the same story- refinancing/getting a house (a mortgage) within the last few years &amp;amp; now not being able to afford to payments OR are pissed that the value of their house has been cut in HALF!!! It was getting really depressing, especially hearing these stories or even worse- god forbid this OFFICIALLY becomes a Depression, the thought of desperation that will become rampant &amp;amp; the violence that would most likely occur... It would be, of course, to help others eat &amp;amp; stay alive yet people would go to dire situations to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided that I need to look into the nice/good things that have happened at each house we've gone to b/c if I continue to share what's going on with each house, it'll become repetitive &amp;amp; we'll all want to off ourselves, some how, some way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some highlights of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Starting in San Jacinto, I got to play &amp;amp; hold a 7 week old pit bull named Tyson &amp;amp; got to talk to talk to &amp;amp; see one of my favorite clients! They're the ones that have spread the word around this area &amp;amp; thanks to them, that's how this day has also became "UPS day" as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In Hemet, went to see another guy who has also spread the word around about my dad for YEARS &amp;amp; told us the story of how he became a "feeder" for awhile for UPS... A feeder is someone who drives kind of cross country &amp;amp; back within 24-36 hours... He would drive from here to Des Moines, IA! Crazy stuff but it was pretty interesting. He's also always very organized &amp;amp; we're usually done in about 20-30 mins but we also stay for a few mins to talk...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In Sun City, I had the best.coffee.EVER!!! Oh my god, it was fantastic! Between it being french vanilla &amp;amp; then having the Delight creamer, which is the BEST brand creamer, that the flavor was chocolate caramel, I had 4 cups!!! No joke! It also curbed my appetite &amp;amp; sweet tooth for about an hour longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Going to Nuevo, I got to play with a Boston terrier named "Zapito", which means "bull frog" in Spanish... He was an absolute sweetheart &amp;amp; was very well behaved! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When we ended up in Perris, I went to get a bite to eat for my dad &amp;amp; I... Took longer to get food than it did for my dad to finish the tax return &amp;amp; I was barely gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now in Moreno Valley &amp;amp; it seems like these people have their heads on straight! Asking the right questions &amp;amp; doing shit right... Its nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, on our way to the last 2 houses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:05- At the last house! :) Before this house, we were at this house that literally took 22:04 minutes! Why do I know the exactly time? I was in the car &amp;amp; on the phone returning my mom's call! My dad did say that this guy wouldn't take too long &amp;amp; he was right! He also mentioned that the guy is doing alright &amp;amp; was even able to contribute a few grand into his IRA!!! That's pretty woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are at the end of the night &amp;amp; I'm actually meeting this man for the first time ever yet this is like at least my 2nd or 3rd time here! The reason being that this man is a VERY hard working man! He works at an IV making plant and then goes to work at the Disneyland Hotel in the room service dept.! I just asked my dad why he was home this time &amp;amp; he said that the guy mentioned in passing that he gave some of his hours to some people who wanted to make a lil extra cuz they need it more than him... Now that's nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad also mentioned that he may want to go to another house after this but I think its too late! We'll see though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:24- BTW- the guy just informed me of this site called "watch-movies.net"... According to him, you can see any movie you want on there, even movies that are about to be released into the theaters! I'm going to have to check it out when I get home!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:06- After a 13 hour day, I am now laying in bed! Granted the situations in most of the people we went to see weren't the best yet we all tried to make the best of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next weekend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7591118594689249978?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7591118594689249978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7591118594689249978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7591118594689249978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7591118594689249978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year again!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-1208505229722644684</id><published>2009-01-23T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:30:53.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>A Story</title><content type='html'>Finis​h the follo​wing sente​nces:​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is: Elizabeth Suarez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never​ in my life have I been:​ in a coma.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one perso​n who can drive​ me nuts is: my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High schoo​l:​ was unfor​getta​ble,​ full of good and bad memor​ies.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm nervo​us:​ I sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song I liste​ned to was: Nowhere Girl by B-Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to get marri​ed right​ now my best man/​maid of honor​:​ would be LBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is: a pain in the ass to do quick yet when I take the time, it's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 5: I wanted to be an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Chris​tmas:​ LBS &amp;amp; I took pics with the Numbs as a xmas gift for "the units".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoul​d be: sleep​ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look down I see: my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happi​est recen​t event​ was: having ladies night with the cousins! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a chara​cter on '​Frien​ds'​ I'd be: a mix of Phoeb​e &amp;amp; Chandler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time next year:​ I'll be 28 &amp;amp; getting ready for Tax season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My curre​nt gripe​ is: ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time under​stand​ing:​ how ignorant, delusional &amp;amp; incompetent the world has become (more recently I should say...)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There​'​s this girl I know that:​ needs to get her shit together &amp;amp; realize how her life is going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I like you when:​ I get a genuine smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I won an award​,​ the first​ perso​n I would​ tell would​ be: my folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my advic​e:​ Never​ compr​omise​ yourself &amp;amp; ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing​ I want to buy: a new car &amp;amp; a condo in Newport Beach​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you visit​ed the place​ I was born:​ you would​ be about 20 mins away from everything in Orange County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to visit​:​ my good friend in Seattle sometime! I PROMISE LIZZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spent​ the night​ at my house​:​ I'm sure dogs would​ want to sleep​ all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd stop my weddi​ng if: I found​ out my fianc​e was a douche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world​ could​ do witho​ut:​ About 95% of Reality TV &amp;amp; 90% of idiots.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recen​t thing​ I've bough​t mysel​f:​ a 24oz of Smiroff Ice that way PH &amp;amp; I could go brown bag it at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recen​t thing​ someo​ne else bough​t me: was probably a meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favor​ite blond​e is: JWB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favor​ite brune​tte is: I'll just say me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favor​ite black​ hair is: no one I can think of right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middl​e name is: Mercedes...... &amp;amp; yes, I was named b/c of the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morni​ng I: either get ready for work, while listening to Kevin &amp;amp; Bean or trying to sleep in on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anima​ls I would​ like to see flyin​g besid​es birds​ are: elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once,​ at a bar: had a drink that tasted like a chocolate cake yet had everything but the kitchen sink in it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night​ I was: at a park, brown baggin' it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There​'​s this guy I know who: is miserable with his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was an anima​l I'd be: a manatee ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bette​r name for me would​ be: Woot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomor​row I am: doing​ laund​ry &amp;amp; maybe watching the game or going to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonig​ht I am: just watching &amp;amp; catching up with stuff on my DVR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birth​day is: the easiest date to remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-1208505229722644684?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1208505229722644684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=1208505229722644684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1208505229722644684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1208505229722644684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/story.html' title='A Story'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-6290338171395973837</id><published>2009-01-22T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:25:40.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories....'/><title type='text'>A year ago today.....</title><content type='html'>....Heath Ledger passed away. There are so many reasons why I remember the date, let alone the time I found out- @ 1:45 pm PST, about 5 minutes after it was posted on TMZ. I remember being in such shock that it really didn't hit me until later that night when the horrible, disgusting &amp;amp; ignorant baptist church group from who knows where in the south decided that they wanted to protest his funeral. They wanted EVERYONE to know that since he played a gay character that this was God's way of punishing him. They were going to basically be there to make a ruckus &amp;amp; inform everyone that he was going to burn in Hell. I was blown away when I saw that &amp;amp; it was then that it hit me. It made me think of all the other work he had done and then I just sat in bed &amp;amp; started to just cry. I was &amp;amp; in a way, still am a mess over his passing. I don't know if it was that he was only a few years older than me or that him &amp;amp; the amazing talent he had were now gone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, being the Queen of all knowing gossip &amp;amp; info in entertainment, remember seeing when they announced he was going to be the Joker in the upcoming Batman movie. I was skeptical yet when I saw his make up/appearance in pre-production pics &amp;amp; heard all the acclaim he was already getting before the movie even wrapped up, I had a feeling it was going to be amazing. Hell, I even remember people saying he should get an Oscar nod BACK THEN! So for people assuming he's getting all this attention now, just because of his passing, you're wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a clip from the movie that not only introduced us to the person that was Heath yet made me &amp;amp; others see how great he was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZjdcCTUuGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZjdcCTUuGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-6290338171395973837?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6290338171395973837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=6290338171395973837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6290338171395973837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6290338171395973837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-ago-today.html' title='A year ago today.....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7404686070714748366</id><published>2009-01-21T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:06:49.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what would you do???'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slapped in the face'/><title type='text'>What would you do??? Vol. I</title><content type='html'>So here's the deal- Granted, everything went to shit but if you were in a relationship &amp;amp; it ended VERY bad, would you want anything that would remind you of the relationship? I've gotten rid of mostly everything yet there are a few entries on here that are about him &amp;amp; how "fabulous &amp;amp; fantastic" he is..... I want to delete them yet isnt the point of having a blog/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7404686070714748366?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7404686070714748366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7404686070714748366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7404686070714748366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7404686070714748366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-would-you-do-vol-i.html' title='What would you do??? Vol. I'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-8931792659295368784</id><published>2009-01-20T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:06:14.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUPPIES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Numbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delilah'/><title type='text'>By the way-</title><content type='html'>If I really got to choose who I really wanted to run this country, here are the 3 I would have written in for President, VP &amp;amp; Speaker of the House:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For President: Bubba "Numbs" Suarez &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: 6 1/2&lt;br /&gt;Breed: 110% mutt (his mom was a slut!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVQRSuuX3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/JHQAKvE8W9U/s1600-h/numbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVQRSuuX3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/JHQAKvE8W9U/s320/numbs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297728794687070066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qualifications- Leader of the pack &amp;amp; has been with us since he was 5 weeks old. He listens &amp;amp; understands what we tell him. Taught himself to go "potty" outside at the age of 8-10 weeks. When he got fixed &amp;amp; they put the infamous "cone" around his neck, he not only learned how to get out of it but he got one of his "lil babies" &amp;amp; tried putting the collar around it! We're convinced his IQ is about 187.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*- Doesn't this pic look like a pose a President who do?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Vice President: Delilah "lil Brat" Suarez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: 10 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breed: Maltipoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVS7oMqalI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HD9rrJouAP4/s1600-h/delilah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVS7oMqalI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HD9rrJouAP4/s320/delilah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297731721027545682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qualifications- As the youngest in the pack, she has shown her drive, persistence &amp;amp; determination to be known as the High Bitch In Charge! God forbid something happens to the Numbs, she would be able to control &amp;amp; get shit done, her way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; last but not least- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaker of the House: Cyrus "lil Baby" Suarez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: 7 1/2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breed: Chihuahua/Terrier mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVVFSQX-II/AAAAAAAAAFw/V-uHa4JLpBw/s1600-h/cyrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVVFSQX-II/AAAAAAAAAFw/V-uHa4JLpBw/s320/cyrus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734085959481474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qualifications- As the oldest yet the one who has been in the house for the shortest amount of time, Cyrus likes to make others happy. His main objective- to sit/lay next to you &amp;amp; just keep you warm &amp;amp; happy. A favorite amongst guests, he welcomes everyone with a "standing salute". Also, there's just no way of denying his "puss in boot" eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; there you have it! I think my choices are reasonable, don't you agree???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-8931792659295368784?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8931792659295368784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=8931792659295368784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/8931792659295368784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/8931792659295368784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/by-way.html' title='By the way-'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SYVQRSuuX3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/JHQAKvE8W9U/s72-c/numbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-2723406440730138309</id><published>2009-01-20T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:06:07.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>I ain't gonna lie...</title><content type='html'>Watching this moved me to tears:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95-AiibTglY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95-AiibTglY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have opinions on our new president but I will not deny how beautiful it was seeing the Obamas dance, let alone Beyonce really showing how TRULY talented she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me =..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-2723406440730138309?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2723406440730138309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=2723406440730138309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2723406440730138309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2723406440730138309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-aint-gonna-lie.html' title='I ain&apos;t gonna lie...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-2796083442533481439</id><published>2009-01-15T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:25:27.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>For those who were wondering or concerned, I'm here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have been HORRIBLE in keeping touch, let alone fulfilling the promise I made to myself to write in this as much as possible. It sucks cuz once I'm on a roll, I just go! Well, the past few months haven't been too peachy for me. A few things here &amp;amp; there happened yet it was the massive blow to my emotional &amp;amp; mental state that had me in the horrendous funk I've been in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Examples:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My manatee ass just ate. I ate to my damn heart's content! Drank quite a bit too..... Let's just say I'm finally getting my ass in gear to lose all this weight cuz I'm not happy with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I have been driving since August of 2000. From then to about June of 2008,  I had gotten MAYBE 3 tickets TOPS! From July of 2008 to October of 2008, I got 3 tickets. As is it, I received a "warning letter" from the DMV that if I get 2 more points by December of this year (2009), my license will be suspended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hell, I can even use this blog as an example! I, for some reason, decided to come on &amp;amp; just check out some posts I wrote. I was re-reading the last one &amp;amp; I found SOOO many mistakes! Ok, maybe it was more like 3 or 4 but I'm anal retentive and have a lil OCD so it not only pissed me off but embarrassed me to post something with THAT MANY MISTAKES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reader's digest- I was fooled, BAD! I actually can't get into too much detail about it right now yet one day I hope to write the truth &amp;amp; WHOLE story/outcome of this fiasco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will say that even though tax season is literally RIGHT around the corner, I should be writing a lil more. Maybe not writing the long ass novels I usually post but I plan on posting interesting articles/items I see/find. I also will continue with the infamous, "blogging on the road" on Saturdays during tax season. OH! and a new thing I will be doing is posting as many pics of ALL the puppies we now have!!! Yes, I said puppies! I finally got a damn digital camera so I can now not only takes pics &amp;amp; load them up ASAP instead of the OG way of developing &amp;amp; scanning but I can now be part of the 21st century!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in closing- I'm alive &amp;amp; ready to take everything on! I'm a whole year older and it's time for things to change and for things to happen in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, hope all is well with you &amp;amp; your families and thanks for coming by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to you soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-2796083442533481439?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2796083442533481439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=2796083442533481439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2796083442533481439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2796083442533481439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-6264969361017325645</id><published>2008-11-10T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:57:00.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><title type='text'>A Warning-</title><content type='html'>**Please know that 1- this is my blog so I have every right to express my opinion &amp;amp; what's on my mind &amp;amp; 2- you, the reader, also have an opinion and have every right to think or feel strongly about whatever your heart desires. This is my humble opinion that I feel I need to express. I know for a fact it will most likely rub quite a few people the wrong way so I felt I should put a lil warning for others to know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been really thinking about it and it really SUCKS! What sucks you ask? Well, it's the fact that I'm really disappointed that I can't be REALLY excited for Obama winning the election. Even after looking at &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/barackobamadotcom/sets/72157608716313371/"&gt;these pics&lt;/a&gt; of election night of him, his family &amp;amp; the Bidens, it makes me sad and I'll tell you why it makes me sad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened last Tuesday was truly historical. I can completely see &amp;amp; understand that. This man, who I have to admit has so much charisma and such a presence, became the first African American to become president of the United States and all I can think is, "Oh my god, we're SO screwed!". And no, it doesn't mean I don't want a Black President to run this country. If, let's say Colin Powell or Condoleezza Rice ran and won, my GOD! I would pick my manatee ass up and be doing cartwheels! It's the simple facts that 1- I truly believe this man doesn't know what he has gotten himself into AT ALL! Especially with the condition our country is in right now, this is NOT the time for someone with not much experience to be running this country. Last week, my father went to the doctor and they were talking about the election results. It was the doctor who made this point- "It's comparable to someone being in a lower position for about 4 months &amp;amp; then being offered the CEO position" How does that make any sense??? &amp;amp; 2- being a 1st generation Cuban American and having a father come to this country as a Cuban refugee, it's hard to be behind someone who proclaims change when the last time my father &amp;amp; his family heard that was about 50 years ago when a young man named Fidel Castro proclaimed the same thing. The comparisons to both Obama and Castro are actually quite frightening and it truly does worry me how this country will be ran. If you don't believe me, ask my friend &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; to help you see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know that I understand Bush isn't the brightest bulb in the pack &amp;amp; that the man made mistakes but you know, he isn't as horrible as everyone pictures him. Yes, we can agree the man can make himself look like an idiot at times yet I feel at times the man gets a REALLY bad rap for things when a lot of the times not EVERYTHING is his fault. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, it's amazing. Clinton is looked at as a God when he did nothing but reap the benefits that Bush Sr. created and got blown in the Oval office! Oh, and you know the mortgage crisis that's going on??? You know how you want to just want to blame Bush? Well, guess who was one of the first to start/initiate it??? YOU GOT IT! Clinton! And 9/11? Well, it could have most likely been prevented if Clinton realized when the Sudanese OFFERED Osama Bin Laden and guess what? Clinton didn't take it. He was warned 12 times in the 7-8 years he was in office with terrorist threats and what did he do to prepare our country? Nothing. When the World Trade Center was bombed in '93, did you know he only made that a NYPD job, not an FBI job? So before you go and say how fantastic he was, at least try to see his faults and how he ran things..... I can at least admit to Bush not being perfect but for those who praise Clinton, try to see the wrong in him too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I went on a semi-tangent, I will end on this note- I am a person who actually likes to be proven wrong. There is nothing else I actually like..... actually LOVE than being proven wrong! The reason for that is in most cases when I feel I'm right, I usually am and it disappoints me that I could see that but no one else could. Now, if Obama were to prove me, my father, my family &amp;amp; fellow friends who are mainly Republican and any other naysayers about his abilities to run this country and to get us out of the massive shit hole we're in, well, let's just say EVERY ONE OF YOU can literally rub my face in it! You can say, "HA! You stupid idiot bitch! We told you he could do it and look! He fulfilled every promise he has made without making us all look like asses!" I will be right there to take it all in &amp;amp; I'll actually be ECSTATIC that it's happening...... Problem is, I don't think it'll be happening.... Here's hoping though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-6264969361017325645?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6264969361017325645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=6264969361017325645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6264969361017325645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6264969361017325645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/warning.html' title='A Warning-'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-2953292198701158073</id><published>2008-11-06T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:43:08.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>oh, don't worry....</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a horrible human being.... The funny thing is I've had things written that I've met to post but haven't! Anyways, here are a few things to read. I'll update later with pics of puppies (yes, puppies!), stories and the latest on life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-2953292198701158073?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2953292198701158073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=2953292198701158073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2953292198701158073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2953292198701158073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-dont-worry.html' title='oh, don&apos;t worry....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-3099603092175653671</id><published>2008-11-06T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:42:14.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slapped in the face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>the results</title><content type='html'>on the way home from work yesterday, my father &amp;amp; i had a discussion about the election results. we're completely baffled at the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- let me just say RIGHT NOW, i wasn't impressed with both candidates.... i mean, this is the best our country could come up with??? and now we have a man with the only experience of 143 days as a senator about to run our country. its the equivalent of working on a dock &amp;amp; after 4 months, someone saying to that person, "hey, the CEO quit &amp;amp; now we're giving you the position!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- living in California, we had some very interesting props to vote on. ill get to prop 8 in a second yet did you hear about&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prop_4"&gt; prop 4&lt;/a&gt;? if not, check it out. i understand there are exceptions to every law/rule yet: 1- when i was in high school &amp;amp; had a headache, i couldn't take an aspirin without someone's permission &amp;amp; 2- my sister, who is a manager of a tanning salon, must have a parent come in, fill out a consent form &amp;amp; on file at ALL times, it will say, "this person under the age of 16 has permission to tan".... remember, i just said TAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- prop 8.... you'll never know how much that hurts me and I'm straight! people keep saying it would ruin the sanctity of marriage.... um, newsflash! it had already been ruined by the many people getting married for health benefits, becoming legal and most importantly, people just thinking, "oh, ill get married &amp;amp; if it doesn't work out, ill just get divorced... no big deal!" if anything, i think it would have been restored for the simple fact that most of the gay friends i have in my life want their lives to be as regular/normal as everyone else so they value their relationships, love the idea of spending their lives with someone forever, let alone, having a family of their own! for this to pass, its basically separating water fountains again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-3099603092175653671?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3099603092175653671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=3099603092175653671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3099603092175653671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3099603092175653671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/11/results.html' title='the results'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-4791328657003919791</id><published>2008-10-27T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:40:07.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><title type='text'>a rant.</title><content type='html'>um, I'm sorry.... i don't mean to be a Debbie downer (i know I'm pro at it)&lt;br /&gt;but Jennifer Hudson is on the way to ID the body of her nephew..... he&lt;br /&gt;was shot multiple times, one to the head.... =( i cried when i heard they just found the body this morning but they still weren't sure it was him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate what our world is turning into &amp;amp; you want to know what i hate&lt;br /&gt;the MOST!?!?!?!?!?!?! i HATE (and i mean HATE) fucking idiot people&lt;br /&gt;who have the audacity NOW to say, "oh, i don't condone violence but&lt;br /&gt;this monster needs to be killed!" um, excuse me- why just HIM?! there&lt;br /&gt;are TONS of monster like this guy in the world but what? you don't&lt;br /&gt;condone the death penalty or capital punishment for them? and the&lt;br /&gt;thing i hate the most is that this guy will most likely get life in prison &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING will come of this! he'll literally get away with murder cuz&lt;br /&gt;they would appeal his shit god knows HOW many times &amp;amp; that&lt;br /&gt;would cost more than just keeping him in prison.... either way, we're&lt;br /&gt;paying for it! i say the MOMENT they know he did it, he's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do EXACTLY what he did to those innocent people and be done with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's the end of my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-4791328657003919791?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4791328657003919791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=4791328657003919791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4791328657003919791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4791328657003919791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant.html' title='a rant.'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-2789577077077425639</id><published>2008-10-10T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:39:14.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>You can’t deny that there’s truth to this!</title><content type='html'>These are not my words...I have given proper credit to the deserving man at the bottom. But any self respecting person with an ounce of Cuban blood feels passionately about this, especially once these points are made clear. I've never been a person BIG into politics, but this really tugs into my emotions. As a daughter of a Cuban refugee, I pledge to not join the masses in being sucked into the charisma of a young, inexperienced man who promises "change"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIDEL CASTRO &amp;amp; OBAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wish to express, as a former Cuban exile, is that Barack Obama and Fidel Castro share many personality traits, i.e.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were abandoned by their fathers at an early age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are charming, eloquent lawyers that say exactly what people want to hear at the right time and place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One never led the nation to suspect he was a communist at heart, the other doesn't mention the word socialism when in reality this is exactly what his agenda stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were virtually unknown until they began to use the word 'change' as their main political motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both have egos as tall as the twin towers, yet they manage to present themselves humbly, one in soiled military fatigues and the other sweating and with an undone tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both have the unique ability to distort truth and lies as if they were the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both have the ability to hypnotize the ignorant and fool the wishful thinker and to divide a nation in classes, (divide and you shall win) In Fidel's case he divided the rich against the poor, the illiterate against the educated and the black against the white. In Obama's case even if by omission, he's de-facto dividing the races already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly I'll use the words of Jorge Santayana to finish my case in point: 'Those who can't remember the past are condemned to repeat it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the words of Sir Winston Churchill: 'The inherent vice of Capitalism is the unequal distribution of blessings, the inherent vice of Socialism is the equal distribution of misery.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD SAVE AMERICA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed: Andrew J. Rodriguez, Author of 'Adios, Havana,' a memoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, vote Yes on Prop 2 and No on Prop 8...I still have my liberal views but my overall foundation respectfully leans to the RIGHT side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-2789577077077425639?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2789577077077425639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=2789577077077425639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2789577077077425639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2789577077077425639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-cant-deny-that-theres-truth-to-this.html' title='You can’t deny that there’s truth to this!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-6021945812297491025</id><published>2008-10-04T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:38:56.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><title type='text'>If you'​re behin​d on your mortg​age &amp; about​ to be forec​losed...</title><content type='html'>.​.​.​.​go get a gun &amp;amp; shoot​ yours​elf!​​​ Don'​​​t belie​ve me?​​​?​​​?​​​ Read this:​​​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A 90-​​​year-​​​old Akron​,​​​ Ohio,​​​ woman​ who shot herse​lf as&lt;br /&gt;sheri​ff'​​​s deput​ies tried​ to evict​ her from her forec​losed​ home&lt;br /&gt;becam​e a symbo​l of the natio​n'​​​s home mortg​age crisi​s Frida​y.​​​&lt;br /&gt;Addie​ Polk is being​ treat​ed at Akron​ Gener​al Medic​al Cente​r&lt;br /&gt;after​ shoot​ing herse​lf at least​ twice​ in the upper​ body Wedne​sday&lt;br /&gt;after​noon,​​​ her city counc​ilman​ said.​​​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Frida​y,​​​ Fanni​e Mae spoke​sman Brian​ Faith​ said the mortg​age&lt;br /&gt;assoc​iatio​n had decid​ed to halt actio​n again​st Polk and sign the&lt;br /&gt;prope​rty "​​​outri​ght"​​​ to her. "​​​We'​​​re going​ to forgi​ve whate​ver&lt;br /&gt;outst​andin​g balan​ce she had on the loan and give her the house​,​​​&lt;br /&gt;"​​ Faith​ said.​​​ "​​​Given​ the circu​mstan​ces,​​​ we think​ it's appro​priat​e.​​​"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanw​hile,​​​ U.S. Rep. Denni​s Kucin​ich,​​​ D-​​​Ohio,​​​ menti​oned Polk&lt;br /&gt;on the House​ floor​ Frida​y durin​g debat​e over the lates​t econo​mic&lt;br /&gt;rescu​e propo​sal.​​​"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So., reall​y?​​ This 90 year old woman​ had to make a blunt​ point​&lt;br /&gt;by SHOOT​ING HERSE​LF cuz she didn'​​t want to leave​ her home&lt;br /&gt;and now every​thing​ is "​​a-​​ok"​​?​​!​​ Can you imagi​ne if this were to&lt;br /&gt;REALL​Y becom​e a trend​?​​?​​?​​ Makes​ me sick.​​.​​.​​ ={&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​My quest​ion to anyon​e who reads​ this &amp;amp; works​/​​​worke​d in the&lt;br /&gt;mortg​age/​​​real estat​e/​​​loan busin​ess is why AND how all this was ok?!&lt;br /&gt;How was it ok to appro​ve peopl​e for loans​ they could​n'​​​t affor​d,​​​ even&lt;br /&gt;go as far as in LYING​ on the appli​catio​ns that way they could​ purch​ase&lt;br /&gt;a home that was REALL​Y out of their​ means​?​​​?​​​?​​​ Yes, I know,​​​ we can&lt;br /&gt;blame​ a lot of this on greed​ but look where​ we are now.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what'​​​s weird​?​​​ 2 years​ ago, my dad knew this was going​&lt;br /&gt;to happe​n.​​​ You wanna​ know what'​​​s scary​?​​​ After​ seein​g/​​​under​stand​ing&lt;br /&gt;what he was sayin​g 2 years​ ago, I predi​cted this would​ not becom​e&lt;br /&gt;a "​​​reces​sion"​​​ but a "​​​depre​ssion​"​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​ One of the few thing​a my fathe​r&lt;br /&gt;and I have in commo​n-​​​ we don'​​​t like to be prove​n right​.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​ Let'​​​s just&lt;br /&gt;say we'​​​re prett​y pertu​rbed right​ now.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​.​​​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-6021945812297491025?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-1450726014447954608</id><published>2008-10-03T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:38:26.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I admire'/><title type='text'>I don'​t care if you'​re votin​g for Obama​,​ McCai​n or your dog...</title><content type='html'>.​.​.​.​.​you MUST read this!​ Serio​usly every​one,​ this can be our reali​ty if we don'​t reali​ze what'​s TRULY​ going​ on!​!​!​!​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ={&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Glenn​ Beck&lt;br /&gt;CNN- NEW YORK --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ameri​ca:​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy​ 300th​ Birth​day!​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2076 and we'​ve just inven​ted the time-​fax machi​ne.​ (​Actua​lly,​ "we" didn'​t inven​t the time-​fax machi​ne,​ the State​ did -- they prett​y much contr​ol every​thing​ now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm faxin​g this back to you in 2008 becau​se that seems​ to be the year we had the best chanc​e to rever​se our cours​e and get back to the visio​n laid out by our found​ing fathe​rs -- a visio​n that didn'​t inclu​de the gover​nment​ being​ in the insur​ance busin​ess.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don'​t have a lot of time (the State​ only gives​ us one 30-​minut​e break​ per day) so let me give you some advic​e:​ Stop worry​ing so much about​ who runs the count​ry and start​ worry​ing about​ who runs your towns​,​ your state​s,​ and your Congr​ess.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'​re all distr​acted​ by the presi​denti​al elect​ion,​ but for all the money​ and time poure​d into it, the truth​ is that you'​re choos​ing betwe​en two roads​ that will lead you to the same destinatio​n.​ Sure,​ one may be the Autob​ahn and the other​ a two-​lane highw​ay,​ but you'​ll end up at the same place​ eithe​r way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decad​es of Repub​lican​s and Democ​rats alike​ have all chipp​ed in to lead you to where​ you are today​.​ Belie​ving that one perso​n,​ from eithe​r party​,​ can chang​e that by thems​elves​ is a big mistake.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presi​dents​ are like capta​ins of a large​ ship:​ They can map out a cours​e and shout​ out order​s,​ but witho​ut the trust​ and hard work of the peopl​e who actua​lly move the rudde​rs,​ their​ comma​nds&lt;br /&gt;mean nothi​ng.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retro​spect​,​ the lack of trust​ and confi​dence​ you now have in your leade​rs was reall​y the root cause​ of every​thing​ that'​s happe​ned since​.​ While​ our found​ing fathe​rs desig​ned a brill​iant&lt;br /&gt;syste​m of check​s and balan​ces,​ separ​ation​ of power​s and democ​ratic​ elect​ions,​ trust​ was the one thing​ they could​n'​t manda​te in the Const​ituti​on.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfor​tunat​ely,​ it's also the found​ation​ upon which​ every​thing​ else is built​ and once it began​ to erode​,​ our whole​ house​ inevi​tably​ began​ to crumb​le.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looki​ng back now, it's prett​y obvio​us that our trust​ in gover​nment​ decli​ned at about​ the same rate as our parti​sansh​ip incre​ased.​ Peopl​e becam​e so conce​rned about​ getti​ng their​ party​&lt;br /&gt;into power​ at any cost that the truth​ didn'​t even seem to matte​r anymo​re.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'​s proba​bly one of the reaso​ns why Georg​e Washi​ngton​ hated​ the idea of polit​ical parti​es so much.​ Here'​s what he said about​ them in his 1796 farew​ell speec​h:​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The alter​nate domin​ation​ of one facti​on over anoth​er,​&lt;br /&gt;sharp​ened by the spiri​t of reven​ge,​ natur​al to party​ disse​nsion​,​&lt;br /&gt;which​ in diffe​rent ages and count​ries has perpe​trate​d the&lt;br /&gt;most horri​d enorm​ities​,​ is itsel​f a frigh​tful despo​tism.​&lt;br /&gt;But this leads​ at lengt​h to a more forma​l and perma​nent despo​tism.​&lt;br /&gt;The disor​ders and miser​ies which​ resul​t gradu​ally incli​ne the minds​&lt;br /&gt;of men to seek secur​ity and repos​e in the absol​ute power​ of an&lt;br /&gt;indiv​idual​;​ and soone​r or later​ the chief​ of some preva​iling​ facti​on,​&lt;br /&gt;more able or more fortu​nate than his compe​titor​s,​ turns​ this&lt;br /&gt;dispo​sitio​n to the purpo​ses of his own eleva​tion,​ on the ruins​&lt;br /&gt;of publi​c liber​ty.​ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Georg​e had a habit​ for using​ big words​,​ so allow​ me to trans​late into 2008 Engli​sh:​ Polit​ical parti​es that put their​ own succe​ss over that of the count​ry'​s will be the death​ of America.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don'​t belie​ve him yet, just wait a few more years​.​.​.​you'​re about​ to see first​hand how right​ he was. After​ all, if power​ corru​pts,​ then the kind of absol​ute power​ gaine​d by polit​ical parti​es (and feare​d by Washi​ngton​)​ corru​pts absol​utely​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best advic​e I can give you is to stop think​ing in terms​ of left and right​ and start​ think​ing in terms​ of right​ and wrong​.​ Deman​d the best leade​rs possi​ble,​ and then deman​d the best out of them.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belie​ve me, when you see what'​s comin​g your way, you'​ll reali​ze how littl​e the donke​y and the eleph​ant reall​y ever matte​red.​ Oh and while​ we'​re on polit​ics,​ one quick​ thing​ that I'm sure you're curio​us about​:​ Yes, Rober​t Byrd is still​ in the Senat​e.​ He's 159, but doesn​'​t look a day over 91.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let'​s talk about​ the econo​my.​ Let me see if I have this right​:​ Money​ and power​ made people greed​y,​ so you decid​ed to hand over a bunch​ of money​ and power​ to greed​y polit​ician​s inste​ad.​ Smart​!​ After​ using​ that money​ to natio​naliz​e a bunch​ of banks​,​ mortg​age compa​nies and insur​ance compa​nies,​ they moved​ on to bigge​r thing​s.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airli​nes came first​ -- we just could​n'​t live witho​ut them.​ Then it was the autom​akers​ (​Detro​it would​'​ve died)​,​ healt​h care (​they said they could​ manag​e it bette​r)​,​ and event​ually​,​ the oil compa​nies (I'm not sure where​ all of those​ "​windf​all profi​ts"​ have gone)​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea behin​d it all (an idea that was event​ually​ turne​d into law with the passa​ge of the Securities​ Excha​nge Act of 2011)​ was to "​socia​lize losse​s"​ by sprea​ding them out among​ all taxpayers.​ The pain,​ our leade​rs argue​d,​ would​ be minim​al that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were right​.​ At least​ until​ the bills​ came due.&lt;br /&gt;See, we didn'​t actua​lly have any of the money​ we were promi​sing every​one;​ we were borro​wing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn'​t take long befor​e so many of our tax dolla​rs were going​ towar​d inter​est payme​nts that we could​n'​t fund even the most basic​ of gover​nment​ progr​ams witho​ut massi​ve tax incre​ases&lt;br /&gt;on every​one.​ Peopl​e now work most of the year just to pay Uncle​ Sam (or, as we now call him, ​"Comra​de Sam"​)​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the State​ censo​rs comin​g,​ so let me leave​ you with a few other​ quick​ thing​s:​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Good call on not worry​ing about​ prote​cting​ our borde​rs.​ That works​ out reall​y well for you in 2019.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• You might​ want to spend​ a littl​e less time worry​ing about​ carbo​n and a littl​e more time worrying about​ Iran.​ We'​re now in a new mini-​Ice Age but, belie​ve me, Iran isn'​t using​ their​&lt;br /&gt;nukes​ to warm any homes​.​ (PS The Inter​natio​nal Atomi​c Energ​y Agenc​y just revea​led to you that Iran appea​rs to be refit​ting their​ long-​range​ missi​les to carry​ nucle​ar paylo​ads.​ Did you think​ they were jokin​g or were you just too busy with lipst​icks and pigs to notic​e?​)​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The curre​ncy of the futur​e is energ​y.​ Those​ who have it are thriv​ing and those​ who don'​t -- well,​ let'​s just leave​ it at that.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drill​ for all the oil you can, but you also bette​r start​ serio​usly looki​ng for some other​ optio​ns.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closi​ng,​ remem​ber this golde​n rule and you shoul​d be fine:​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Const​ituti​on will never​ fail you, but your leade​rs will.​ Be wary of anyon​e who tries​ to convince you that it's the other​ way aroun​d.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishe​s (​you'​re going​ to need them)​,​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worke​r 2744A​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS It's not all socia​list doom and gloom​ here in the futur​e.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just thawe​d Ted Willi​ams'​ cryog​enica​lly froze​n body and he hit 87 home runs for the North​ Team!​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​-​&lt;br /&gt;Edito​r'​s note:​ Glenn​ Beck is host of a conse​rvati​ve&lt;br /&gt;natio​nal radio​ talk show.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn​ Beck says the decis​ions Washi​ngton​ makes​ today​&lt;br /&gt;could​ have fatef​ul conse​quenc​es for the futur​e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-1450726014447954608?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1450726014447954608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=1450726014447954608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1450726014447954608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1450726014447954608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-care-if-youre-voting-for-obama.html' title='I don&apos;​t care if you&apos;​re votin​g for Obama​,​ McCai​n or your dog...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5486950640168153082</id><published>2008-08-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:30:06.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I admire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories....'/><title type='text'>So I know he can dance!</title><content type='html'>Last night was the finale of "So You Think You Can Dance". I had predicted ever since the first time I saw the auditions that Stephen "Twitch" Boss was going to take the WHOLE thing! Well, I was close....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, like I mentioned in a post before, I have known Twitch for about 6 years. I remember meeting him at the 2nd workshop Wade held at the Hilton in Universal City. We had both seen each other dance that day &amp;amp; I went up to him to tell him that I thought he was one of the most amazing dancers I had ever seen! He said thank you &amp;amp; told me that he was impressed by my dancing abilities as well (but seriously, mine are NOTHING compared to him!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month or so later, I was flipping through the channels and landed on CBS. The show "Star Search" was back on TV with new host Arsenio Hall. For some reason, RIGHT when I landed on the channel, not only was it the dancing competition part but of all people on there, it was Twitch! Total randomness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few more months pass and now there have been auditions for Wade's show on MTV. There were a few but the real honest to goodness audition was held in LA at the Highlands club in Hollywood &amp;amp; Highland. Well, what do you know??? Twitch is RIGHT in front of me! For the whole day, we hung out &amp;amp; auditioned in the same group. We both even moved on to the next round together! *At first, they were kinda getting my hopes up, making me think they were going to have me on it as a contestant. Wade and a few of the people thought that it was great for someone my size could not only dance but would also be a motivating factor for other plus size people to go out &amp;amp; follow their dreams. In the end, they picked some girl who was a lil big (but not really) and basically had her saying what I told them in regards of being plus size &amp;amp; a dancer. Pissed me off &amp;amp; it hurt yet held my head high &amp;amp; just continued on attending the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a month of attending the show and schmoozing it up with the people at MTV, a friend of mine &amp;amp; I were in charge of check in! We also were in charge of the audience holding room! It's crazy what happens when you're just an outgoing &amp;amp; talkative people! Anyways, since I was basically behind the scenes, we would get to talk to &amp;amp; hang out with the contestants. Between the show &amp;amp; Wade still having dance class, all the regulars at class had become pretty close. This was in 2003, which I feel is so far the best year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Twitch from Wade's show-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nPbyXvNHToI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nPbyXvNHToI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to find but couldn't for the LIFE of me was when he came in 3rd on Wade's show. Not only was it a shock to EVERYONE but in the background, you hear someone literally yell, "WHAT!?!!?" Well, that person was me! I wish it was on the internet somewhere but after hours &amp;amp; hours of searching, I found NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw Twitch was about a year or so ago at the Choregrapher's Carnival that's held once a month in Hollywood at the Key Club. My friends and I always made sure to get the early cuz we 1- wanted to be RIGHT in front of the stage (like I'm leaning my body on the stage!) and 2- to say hi to everyone we know who would most likely be performing that night. When we walked in, within minutes, I hear, "ELIZABETH!!!" I turn &amp;amp; there's my dear sweet friend Stephan "Twitch" Boss. We run up &amp;amp; give each other the BIGGEST hug and let me just say, I am NOT a light person. Actually, I'm nowhere close to light and this guy basically lifts me off the ground! The man is just one solid muscle! Seriously, there's no way of finding any fat or loose skin on him! This was one of the performances he was in that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* BTW- it's pretty NSFW but it's TOTALLY worth watching! You can also see me for like 3 seconds in the front!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eyqUj3PGHv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eyqUj3PGHv4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to tell you how proud I am of him! When I saw him audition on SYTYCD for the second time that I knew he would go far! I even said he would win. Well, in my opinion, he did. One thing about the dance world, everyone is like a family. You can consider Twitch like the big brother who looks after everyone. He is the nicest, sweetest, most geniune guy you'll ever meet! His talent &amp;amp; personality alone will take him anywhere his heart desires. If for some reason anyone were to ever question how he is, well, this clip will show you exactly how he is a class act:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="341" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k607DiVQMFM9XvIWsZ&amp;amp;related=1&amp;amp;canvas=medium"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k607DiVQMFM9XvIWsZ&amp;related=1&amp;canvas=medium" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="341" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So congrats to someone who I may not see all the time yet know that he is the epitome of a man with the biggest heart &amp;amp; soul out there in the dance world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5486950640168153082?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5486950640168153082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5486950640168153082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5486950640168153082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5486950640168153082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-know-he-can-dance.html' title='So I know he can dance!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5089879838285061917</id><published>2008-07-24T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:53:37.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I admire'/><title type='text'>I don't even know what to say....</title><content type='html'>After reading this story on &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-07-24-this-might-make-you-cry"&gt;"Cousin Perez"&lt;/a&gt;, it made me realize that I seriously can't just look at marriage as just a business contract..... If you feel the same way I do, read &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/2443562/Dying-eight-year-old-'marries'-his-school-sweetheart.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and tell me you won't change your mind a lil.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5089879838285061917?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5089879838285061917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5089879838285061917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5089879838285061917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5089879838285061917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-even-know-what-to-say.html' title='I don&apos;t even know what to say....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-3787289841894980559</id><published>2008-07-23T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:43:02.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delilah'/><title type='text'>Hey Everybody!</title><content type='html'>Well, would you believe this is my 50th post?! Granted, I haven't really followed what I originally had planned on doing, which is writing something everyday but oh well! I'm at least writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just thought I would throw a lil update-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Delilah is exactly 4 months old today and she has gotten SO big! It's crazy cuz there are times we don't know if it's her or the filthy animal! She's almost done getting all her shots &amp;amp; once she does, I'll be able to take her to get groomed so once I do, I'll post a new pic of her.... Still damn cute &amp;amp; still a lil bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After having to reschedule it like 3 times, I'm finally having my procedure done this Friday! Thank god! Oh and it's nothing serious but you or I wouldn't have guessed that if you went through the registering at the hospital! Geez, you would swear I'm having open heart surgery the way they prepped me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the next few months, I'll be doing quite a bit of traveling- from Vegas (duh!), New York (Seeing the last performance of "RENT" &amp;amp; hopefully meeting up with Mr. Walsh), to even, of all places, Biloxi, Mississippi! Yes, sometime next month I'll be going over there to support someone in a Blackjack tournament..... Should be fun! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just a lil bit about what's going on with me.... In closing, I would like to ask this of the people who do read my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something cuz guess what? I actually know that a few of you do read it due to the analytics I have on here! =) They're some of obvious that I can tell by the city but for instance, I have some people who are from different countries reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*5 continents&lt;br /&gt;-*20 countries&lt;br /&gt;-*158 cities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(wow, that sounds so "Amazing Race"-ish!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the main place that most of the readers come from is the US yet it seems like the international readers are more interested! For instance, the longest someone has been on my blog- someone in DUBLIN, IRELAND for about 30 mins! AT ONE TIME!!! Who would have guessed?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there you have it! Hope all is well with all of you &amp;amp; can't wait to hear from you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-3787289841894980559?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3787289841894980559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=3787289841894980559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3787289841894980559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3787289841894980559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-everybody.html' title='Hey Everybody!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-6216717680776358300</id><published>2008-07-23T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:28:43.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>woot, woot &amp; WOOT!</title><content type='html'>It was a plethora of good news when I got home from work yesterday! Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Finally got something resolved that has been basically haunting me since 2004/2005 and now I not only don't have to worry about it but it's now as if it NEVER happened!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Got TOTALLY hooked up in a nice ass room for next weekend in Vegas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- &lt;a href="http://ihatebradwalsh.blogspot.com/2008/07/news.html"&gt;Justice was served&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://ihatebradwalsh.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-when-i-was-okay.html"&gt;The fucker who attacked Mr. Brad Walsh &lt;/a&gt;has been FIRED!!! The &lt;a href="http://ihatebradwalsh.blogspot.com/2008/07/does-yuengling-beer-company-condone.html"&gt;distributor &lt;/a&gt;FINALLY did something about it and I feel now there's some hope for man kind.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All and all, it was a good night! Even called LBS to see if she wanted to go get a bite to eat and a drink cuz I was on such a high! I almost felt as if I was manic! It was very strange... Well, all I know is that I had 3 drinks in me and I had a hella good night of sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-6216717680776358300?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6216717680776358300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=6216717680776358300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6216717680776358300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6216717680776358300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/woot-woot-woot.html' title='woot, woot &amp; WOOT!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-2988218616561592950</id><published>2008-07-22T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:14:33.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>What a Wonderful World*.....</title><content type='html'>* Please note sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can not believe the type of world we live in. What ever happened to helping others, be kind &amp;amp; considerate and all that good shit???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, I read &lt;a href="http://ihatebradwalsh.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-when-i-was-okay.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. This made me so sad yet livid at the same time. Then, a couple days later, I read &lt;a href="http://ihatebradwalsh.blogspot.com/2008/07/does-yuengling-beer-company-condone.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Ok, now I'm fuming and I've never even met the guy (hopefully that will all change in sept.!).... I just can't believe this world! Everyone is so afraid of everything! Afraid to take action, to say anything, do anything, just ANYTHING at all! It's ridiculous and I just can't stand it! People wonder what has happened to our world, well, here's the answer! NO ONE WANTS TO DO ANYTHING!!!! It's so rare to actually hear of others being there for either friends, family, even sometimes a complete stranger! Look, I'm not saying we all need to hold hands and skip together in a field of daises but damn people! Have some consideration for others around!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, yesterday, I read &lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/147790/page/1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;-- kinda long but DEFINITELY worth the read). So, I know many of you may not know of this story but it was kinda a big deal for about a month or so here. Like everyone else, I knew the basics about this story. After reading this article, I was blown away! Who knew all this turmoil that these poor kids had already experienced in their short lives??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, before I continue, I know what I'm about to say may upset some. Right now, I don't care! This is EXACTLY how I feel &amp;amp; think and damn it, if it was only as simple as doing what I'm about to suggest-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, these kids had no great role model/guidance in their lives. Their folks were as fucked up as they come! It really comes down to that the parents either had them by mistake/weren't planned or REALLY didn't understand what it meant to become pregnant, have a baby &amp;amp; raise it PROPERLY! It's not just these parents either! I can't even begin to tell you how many I personally know that REALLY shouldn't have had kids, some family included! So, here's my proposal/suggestion to the world of science:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know we have come far in technology &amp;amp; the intelligence when it comes to the human body. Now, I can be way off base yet isn't there a way to sterilize everyone &amp;amp; then once a couple can prove themselves by taking a test or something, as not just decent human beings but up standing citizens of the world and that have the desire &amp;amp; excitement to have a child of their own, then they could bear children??? It would help the U.S.'s population, let alone the world's, we wouldn't have so much over crowding in school, jobs, and traffic. There wouldn't be a concern that a child isn't getting the proper attention or needs since they'll be basically met (yet not in a spoiled way) and well, I think it would solve quite a bit more of the issues going on in our world! Those are just the ones at the top of my mind! My dad even pointed out that if the rate of breeding today that soon, we'll become like China and they'll flat out say, "You have one kid &amp;amp; you're done!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't something, ANYTHING happen to help this world we live in???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-2988218616561592950?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2988218616561592950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=2988218616561592950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2988218616561592950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2988218616561592950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-wonderful-world.html' title='What a Wonderful World*.....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-1182074342712684211</id><published>2008-07-21T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:07:25.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I admire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories....'/><title type='text'>The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>Well, I saw it last night with my mom &amp;amp; LBS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can truly say is that it's absolutely amazing! I was honestly sitting at the edge of my seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had this fear that I wouldn't be able to enjoy it for the simple reason that I am honestly still a mess &amp;amp; shoken up by the passing of Heath Ledger. I just kept telling people that I know I'm going to be sobbing while watching the movie, just thinking about how everyone was right &amp;amp; gave the performance of a lifetime and that this would be our last time ever witnessing the amazing talent he was. Well, what do you know??? LBS was right! She actually saw it last night and said that it wasn't til the end where it hit her that he was gone. You get SO captured by the performance he gives that you truly do forget he's gone. And let me tell you, there were a few times that my semi-pessimistic/masochist mind wanted to remind me that, "Hey, remember, he's gone...." and before it could finish reminding me, something would come to my mind and basically bitch slap it out and say, "FUCK YOU!!! Soak it up &amp;amp; enjoy!" and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen it yet, please go. You won't regret a second of it! I mean, comic book stories/movies aren't my "forte" yet this did NOT come off as a comic book! It was beautiful all around. Make up, music, scenery, script, EVERYTHING was absolutely perfect! Don't get me wrong, there were a few lil "really?" moments but there's so small and dumb, it's not even worth discussing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just promise me that if you go, make sure BEFORE the movie starts, you check to see if they're are any idiots who have decided to bring either young children or BABIES! Yes, we had someone bring a 1 to 2 year old about 15-20 mins before the movie started and LBS &amp;amp; I just looked at each and I said, "I'm on my way...." So I went to customer service to inform them that I have just paid $11.50 to enjoy this movie I have been waiting for quite a while to see and I did NOT want the experience to be ruined by having to come inform someone WHILE the movie is showing to let them know some idiots thought it would be ok to bring their BABY to an 8 o'clock showing of a movie that's not only 2 1/2 hours but rated PG-13, almost R! In doing that, I not only had a security guard in there the whole time but I also had 2 employees in there as well watching and making sure there would be NO disturbance from babies to idiots! But they did try to tell me that the parents had EVERY right to bring their baby in cuz they were "giving" their child "permission" to see the movie since they were under the age of 13! You should have seen my face when they told me that. I basically said everything but the phrase, "BULLSHIT!" to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it from me, if you do that, you'll enjoy the movie that much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- And yes, the moment the end credits came on, I had to contain myself from sobbing cuz if I didn't, I would have made the BIGGEST fool out of myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-1182074342712684211?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1182074342712684211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=1182074342712684211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1182074342712684211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1182074342712684211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knight.html' title='The Dark Knight'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-4048873063432514387</id><published>2008-07-18T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:58:52.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I admire'/><title type='text'>Things I finally understand.....</title><content type='html'>First, I would like to dedicate this post to both LBS &amp;amp; Q. Don't worry, I get it now and I'm sorry for all I may have ever said or done to either one of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think this was a long time coming... Actually, let me sound ignorant- I never thought I would say the things about to say but here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When it comes to relationships, you go with the flow. Don't expect or assume things cuz guess what? Shit happens. Everything doesn't always go as plan and me, you &amp;amp; everyone should understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Also, in relationships, I have learned that, you know, it's about you &amp;amp; your significant other and that's it. There's no need to have ANYONE'S input or nose in your business! There's no need to tell EVERYONE what's going on, not even family! Unless you're being abused, there's no reason to share TONS of details. If anything, if someone asks, "How's it going?", you say what it is, "It's great.""It's good.""It's decent." But there's never a need to say every detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Another thing- In observing others relationships, as shitty as it may be, it's not you in it! They're in it and they're the ones who have to go through it! Other than the exception of abuse, you'll just make the situation worse if you put your 2 cents in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The main thing? Realize that when it's good, it's amazing. When it isn't, don't pout, get pissy &amp;amp; be a bitch. If you're with someone who is truly someone special and you know it, don't fuck it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, if you're in a relationship that has some kind of meaning behind it, be mature about it and have a good sense of trust &amp;amp; honesty. Most of us are adults and are not in elementary school anymore. If you're all about the thing when we were little and being on the playground, pointing out to our friends who we were "going out" with, all "you see that guy, standing by the trash can, talking to the guy, over by the tree, under the shade? Yeah, that's my boyfriend...", well, then, good luck with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I may sound like Captain Obvious yet, as ridiculous as this sounds, I just figured out half of this stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-4048873063432514387?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4048873063432514387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=4048873063432514387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4048873063432514387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4048873063432514387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-i-finally-understand.html' title='Things I finally understand.....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7790875388937606410</id><published>2008-07-10T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:00:16.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I admire'/><title type='text'>It's been over a week....</title><content type='html'>.....and I still can't get over this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VtCZRbq3ne0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VtCZRbq3ne0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I almost died watching this!!!! And yeah, I'm still rooting for Twitch cuz he's just the "bestest in the westest" but damn..... That Will. Huh..... Drove me CRAZY!!!!! And I'm also obsessed with the song even though it's been around for, oh, I don't know, EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a 180 in watching this and AI! I felt I was being tortured watching AI and I'm just DYING in anticipation for this damn show every week! After tonight, I feel the show is going to be REALLY hard cuz everyone will be amazing and it'll really be hard to decide on who should go home. Actually, it'll just be hard cuz the guys are really what's making the show so damn good! The girls, who are good dancers, actually look mediocre compared to them! As ridiculous as it sounds, I already have in mind exactly what I'm going to say once Twitch either wins or gets voted off. If I only could find footage of the Finale of the "Wade Robson Project", it would make the post complete! If someone has it (HIGHLY doubt it!) or can find it, I would owe you a body part of mine if you ever needed something!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to end, if I ever got to dance like this with someone, I think I would say my life would be complete and I could possibly die right then and there! Yet that ain't happening until my manatee ass loses some weight so back to reality....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7790875388937606410?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7790875388937606410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7790875388937606410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7790875388937606410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7790875388937606410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-over-week.html' title='It&apos;s been over a week....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5675344279473255215</id><published>2008-07-03T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:23:32.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Which is better???</title><content type='html'>So I've been thinking about it lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is better- Living out on your own when you're not financially ready or Living at home until you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard a few different sides. When living out on your own, you have A LOT more freedom and feel more responsible yet what about the hell with living with roommates and also knowing that the rent you're paying isn't going to anything other than just paying to live there? There's also the possibility of living "paycheck to paycheck" and not being able to save up for anything like an emergency or even important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! There's the other side... And that's where I am- Where you're living at home, saving up for a place (most likely a foreclosed condo since they'll most likely be giving them away soon) and going CRAZY with the folks! I love them, I truly do but I do feel like they still see me as 16 and not 26. Yet LBS moved out and they see her differently, mainly with a lil more respect it seems like yet I do know that LBS struggles and has had her share of roommate nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another thing with me as well- I don't want to experience the "roommate" thing and I really don't want to do the "rent" thing either, hence me living at home and saving up &amp;amp; going slowly insane at the same time! It's the epitome of a "Catch-22" &amp;amp; a "Rock &amp;amp; a Hard Place" all at the same time. What the hell! Let's even throw in the infamous "Damn if you do, Damn if you don't" in there, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I personally am choosing to lose a lil bit of my sanity at home than lose it with people I may or may not be close to in a place where we have almost no choice than to live with each other &amp;amp; be tolerant of one another or possibly go back with your tail between your legs to the "units". Well, there's also just killing the roommate but I don't know how that may play out so much.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's you opinion on the subject? Which do you choose? What stories do you have in the matter? Am I just being a stupid selfish bitch or am I making any sense what so ever???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5675344279473255215?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5675344279473255215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5675344279473255215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5675344279473255215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5675344279473255215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/which-is-better.html' title='Which is better???'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-2360542587250421386</id><published>2008-07-02T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:05:45.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories....'/><title type='text'>Wow....</title><content type='html'>I just basically had the phone version of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_J-lxK8uCY"&gt;John Cusack in "Say Anything"&lt;/a&gt; but the hilarious and sweet version that a very good friend would do.... Yeah, it wasn't Q who did it! It was, well, the person I thought I was never going to be able to speak again- HO. It was a nice chat and HO did what HO usually does when HO calls, which is pretending that HO's some kind of telemarketer or a person who has a wrong number and has a TERRIBLE accent! Today, HO pretended to be a recruiter from Bloomingdale's.... I don't know.... If you have ever met HO, you would know that HO's a character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, HO decided to call me and just update me in life and whatnot while I was at work today. When I finally realized that we were on the phone for about an hour, I thought I better get off just to be proper and all since I wasn't the only one in the office (and yes, I was doing work the WHOLE time!). About 30 seconds after I hung up, I saw the "unknown number" come up again on my phone. Having a good feeling it was HO again, I was planning on answering with "Yes, Bloomingdale's recruiter....." but before I could even say anything, HO was playing "our song". Well, it's actually one of his favorite songs that we used to listen &amp;amp; sing along to while we were driving around, bored out of our minds back, oh, 5,6,7 YEARS ago!!! This is how we would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO- "I'm bored."&lt;br /&gt;ME- "Me too."&lt;br /&gt;HO- "What do you want to do?"&lt;br /&gt;ME- "I don't know. What do you want to do?"&lt;br /&gt;HO- "I don't know. Wanna come pick me up?"&lt;br /&gt;ME- "Sure. Be right there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be happen about 5-6 times a week! We would usually end up finding something to do, let it be going to the bar we frequented or shopping somewhere (HO &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to go to Ikea or TJMaxx/Ross, SERIOUSLY!), we always entertained each other. I even got HO to leave OC a few times when HO usually just hated leaving the city of Orange! I would drag HO with me to San Diego to visit PH or other friends I had down there. One thing we always had was music to listen to. I got HO into the kind of music I liked and HO would sometimes get me into stuff he liked yet this one song we had never heard before until LBS introduced it to us.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is--&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcPbLQ2HXus&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Click here  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;-- BTW- VERY NSFW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..... So that's "our song"! Inappropriate- yes. Disturbing- even more but that was us! I guess we're just weird... After LBS introduced that song to us, HO would LITERALLY play it EVERY time we got in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I hear that song (which is VERY seldom and random now!), I always think of HO and all the lil adventures we would have! When HO played it today, it really brought a smile on my face, a real genuine smile that I haven't had in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know HO doesn't read this but if so, thanks HO. What you did today really made me feel good and granted we're both bummed cuz we can't jump in the Odyssey anymore and drive around like we used when we were bored, we at least have those memories to think about and treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-2360542587250421386?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2360542587250421386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=2360542587250421386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2360542587250421386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2360542587250421386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title='Wow....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7236102881724713033</id><published>2008-07-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:37:40.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>50 questions</title><content type='html'>I am SUPER bored at work and I'm over getting hang nails and paper &amp;amp; staple cuts from scanning so I decided to do this since someone posted it as a Bulletin on Myspace... Thanks Captain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you like blue cheese?&lt;br /&gt;And no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever smoked heroin?&lt;br /&gt;Once again, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you own guns?&lt;br /&gt;Geez, a HELL no! But I will say that about 2 months ago, when my mom was in Arkansas (don't ask!) I came home from work to find the side door open and the front door locked when it's usually the other way around.... I was freaked out so I went to a neighbor's house to see if they would check out the house with me and he was like, "oh sure, just hold on while I go get my gun." Well, now I was walking through my house with a guy I HARDLY knew with a gun in his hand to see if someone was inside my house!!! For about 3.5 seconds, I thought that there actually may be some good with owning  a gun if it was properly put away and whatnot. Then it hit me that there was a gun about 2 feet away from me and I said to myself, "never mind!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic?&lt;br /&gt;Eww.... no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?&lt;br /&gt;You know, I don't yet I guess I have what's called "white coat phobia" where my blood pressure goes up if it's a new Dr. or if I'm anxious.... I don't know, I like going to the Dr. though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What do you think of hot dogs?&lt;br /&gt;Only Hebrew National.... yum. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;OH! "Up on the rooftop"! We sang that in Kindergarten in the Christmas Program. I remember really liking it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Can you do push ups?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Can you do a chin up?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.... My manatee ass needs to lose some more weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What's your favorite piece of jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;The lil diamond earrings that my mom's mom gave to my mom about 30 years ago. They were suppose to be for LBS since that's her birth stone but I 1- she loses earrings like no body's business (sorry LBS but ya know it's true!) and 2- I've been wearing them since Jr. prom (circa 1999!) and I have taken them out MAYBE 3-5 times since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Favorite hobby?&lt;br /&gt;Other than watching TV, I would say dancing. I dance when no one's looking or in my room.... I need to go back to dance class...... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Ever been in a car wreck?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you have A.D.D.&lt;br /&gt;No but I do believe I have OCD and Dylexsia, hardcore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What's one trait that you hate about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not adventurous when it comes to trying certain foods.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)What is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes..... And yes, it's because my dad always wanted a Mercedes Benz so I'm his "Mercedes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment?&lt;br /&gt;1- Wanting to see him, like NOW!&lt;br /&gt;2- Wanting to go home&lt;br /&gt;3- What ever happened to Rachel Garko???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Name 3 things you bought yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;1- My usual Starbucks breakfast sandwich (they're discontinuing them in Sept. so help me god, I'm having one EVERY day until they're gone! BUT! I have also lost about 20-ish lbs. while still eating them so WOOT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I bought yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did buy the most AMAZING dress at the "Fat Chola Store" a few days ago for $33! It's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Name 3 things you usually drink?&lt;br /&gt;1-Water&lt;br /&gt;2-Sobe Lean Cranberry &amp;amp; Grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;3-Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Current worry?&lt;br /&gt;My sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Current hate right now?&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) How did you bring in the New Year?&lt;br /&gt;Boring. Been like that for the past few years.... Not the best, especially if you're birthday IS New Year's!!! (Yeah, that's right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Where would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere at this point! I'll be in NY in about 2 months though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Name three people who might complete this?&lt;br /&gt;NO idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Do you own slippers?&lt;br /&gt;I think I did then Delilah found them and god knows where they are now! At least she actually found a pair of flip flops for me! Thought I was going to have to go by some $2.50 ones at Old Navy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;One of the many black shirts I own.... This one has a kinda belt buckle on it..... All I wear is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?&lt;br /&gt;Never have and don't know how I would feel sleeping in them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no. Yes cuz noise comes out of my mouth yet instead of blowing out, I suck in..... I know, I'm odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Um, black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Would you be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;LOL I don't really sing in the shower.... I actually dance in the shower! But if I do, it's whatever song is possibly in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Favorite girl's name?&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say either Delilah (since that is what I call the lil brat that I have right now!) or Samantha (or Sam) cuz that's what my uncle Rudy has called me ever since I was a baby... Why? We don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Favorite boy's name?&lt;br /&gt;I actually like the name "Bert". Just Bert. There's probably others but Bert comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What's in your pocket?&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing since I don't have any pockets today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Listening to some Kevin &amp;amp; Bean clips during my lunch hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37)Best bed sheet when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;DUDE! The Garfield ones we used to have! God knows where they are now but you remember them, LBS!!??! They were AWESOME! I would used them right now if I knew where they were..... Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Either a sprained knee from sliding into a "rock crater" at softball practice in 6th grade or a sprained hand when we went to Rosarito, MEX about a few years ago.... We had just finished singing Happy Birthday to someone and then one of the cell phones started ringing (which had NOT all weekend long!). When we were running to answer it, my hand slammed into the door frame.... My hand was literally a rainbow of colors for about 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also the time when I got cellulitis....... Talk about GOOD TIMES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Do you love where you live?&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Could be better but could be a HELL of a lot worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) How many TVs do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;6.... Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;Huh.... Well, I think I would be any of my friend's loudest friend yet I'm going to have to say LBS..... Yes, she's my sister but I don't have very loud friends......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) How many dogs do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Now 2.... Maybe 3 if my CAM decides they want to get rid of Milo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;Not a big book reader yet I was digging on the Hardcover copy of "Mommie Dearest" that I found at my grandma's house a long time ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;Reeses peanut butter cups, Snickers or Milky Ways..... But I'm not too into candy these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Favorite Sports Team?&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have one now but back in the day, you wouldn't have met a bigger Atlanta Braves than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;As bad as it sounds, I have always thought of the music to play at OTHER people's funerals but for mine.... Geez, don't know.... Off the top of my head, I'll say "Finale B" from RENT.... It's amazing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) What were you doing 12 AM last night?&lt;br /&gt;Getting into bed and trying to go to sleep.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;That I didn't want to get up from bed..... Then I got an awesome phone call AND text and well, it woke me RIGHT up! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7236102881724713033?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7236102881724713033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7236102881724713033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7236102881724713033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7236102881724713033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/07/50-questions.html' title='50 questions'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5423213113805414607</id><published>2008-06-20T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:00:31.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slapped in the face'/><title type='text'>Slapped in the face Vol. 3, *Special Edition*</title><content type='html'>So I come home from work today and see there's a little girl in the living room watching TV. I go up to her and say, "Hi there. I'm Elizabeth. What's your name?" She informed me that her name is Bella and that she was here with her aunt who was downstairs helping my dad out with work. Her aunt is a very good family friend of ours and she had brought Bella by before but I think it was during tax season or for some reason, I wasn't home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, talked to Bella for a few more mins and then went downstairs to talk to my dad &amp;amp; Bella's aunt. After a few mins though, I felt bad she was up there by herself so I asked her if she wanted to watch "So You Think You Can Dance" since I didn't get to watch it the night before. She was SUPER excited since it was her favorite show! (BTW- My mom actually got me into this show cuz I really had no desire to watch it yet I'm SO glad I do! The Bittersweet thing about the show is that this was what Wade Robson originally wanted to do for his show back in the day on MTV.... Oh well. He does help out with this show though....) Also, this year, a very good friend of mine from dance class/"The Wade Robson Project" is on the show! His name is Stephen "Twitch" Boss and for as good as a dancer he is, he's the epitome of what all people should be! He's as nice, sweet, caring and personable as they come and I'm SO happy for him right now! Once I saw he was on the show, I told my mom that he's winning, no if's, ands, or buts about it! To check out some of his dancing skills, either You Tube him or even watch the movie "Hairspray". He first comes in when they're having a party at MotorMouth Maybelline's place and then at the end when he's looking at Amber (Brittany Snow's character) and teaching her how to dance.... You won't regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have to learn how to control these tangents! I feel they're getting worse as the years go by! Anyways, Bella was kinda nervous around the dogs so I told her we could go watch it up stairs and the dogs wouldn't bother us there. So we go up to my room but we got to talking and then she wanted to do each other's hair. She just told me to put my hair in a side bun and then she wanted me to do the same for her. While we're talking, I notice how mature and well spoken she is. I mean, when I asked her who Britney Spears was, she not only told me who but what she did to Justin Timberlake by cheating on him! I sat there and soaked in the "ET" moment I was having with this child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was young yet I didn't know how young. So while I was doing her hair, I asked Bella how old she was. She informed me she was 6. She then asked how old I was. I said, "26" and right then and there, I stopped and took a step back. It had just hit me that if I had followed the same path that all my friends did when we were 18, 19, &amp;amp; 20, she would be my kid! Well, not her but instead of me playing with her hair it would be more of an everyday obligation of doing her hair.... Get what I mean??? Either way, it kinda tripped me out and she even knew something was wrong! She was like,"What's the matter?" and I flat out told her that she could be my kid! She even said, "Wowww". It was really cute.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging out with her, it made me realize that I do want kids. Well, maybe "kid" and lots of dogs but I would like at least one and to DEFINITELY wait a few more years....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5423213113805414607?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5423213113805414607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5423213113805414607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5423213113805414607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5423213113805414607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/06/slapped-in-face-vol-3-special-edition.html' title='Slapped in the face Vol. 3, *Special Edition*'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-3354585862071023473</id><published>2008-06-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:45:09.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slapped in the face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><title type='text'>Slapped in the face, Vol. 2</title><content type='html'>**WARNING- The following post contains VERY graphic language and is not for the faint of heart or prudes. If the "F" and even "C" (oh yeah, I'm going there....) words are bothersome to you, then you may not want to continue on. Just wanted to give a fair warning that way people aren't like, "Damn, what the hell is her problem!?" Well, you're about to find out....**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I made the category "Slapped in the Face" for the times that I have been really screwed and basically taken advantage of in the past. I didn't think that I would have a present example but I do and let me tell you, I'm infuriated! Actually, more disappointed, hurt and crushed but still infuriated. Let me tell you a lil story.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long time ago, I had (yes, had) a friend who I had known since 7th grade. Since then, I knew she used me for my acquired math skills but that was after she would make fun behind and even sometimes, in front of me. When she realized how good I was in Math, she then became my friend and I stupidly went along with it. Through out the years, she would continue ever so often but after awhile, more of an actual friendship happened and the "making fun of me" would only happen once in a while but she still would. Cut to after high school (which we didn't even go to the same school), we still talked and hung out. She started getting into these horrible relationships and she also started doing "shit" (aka- speed, meth, whatever you want to call it!) I, being the "pendeja" (&lt;-- basically "stupid sap" in Spanish) that I am, I was there for her. I was always there when she needed someone to pick her up when she would be kicked out of her parents or even with whatever boyfriend kicked her out and even stupider, would take her to get her "shit". I never "shit" with her cuz I felt like I had enough health problems as it was and I didn't need to mess myself up anymore! Anyways, She then was introduced, by HO of all people, to "Him", the one who changed her life in more ways than one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything really went downhill when "She" met "Him". "Him" would hit her, treat her like shit and "She" would just eat it up. There was one time he actually hit her in front of me and I was just furious and I started yelling at him. He then asked me if I wanted the same thing and started coming after me. Well, like I've mentioned before, don't fuck with me or the ones who are close to me cuz I'll go off! When he came towards me, I put my arms up and grabbed his, put them behind his back, pushed him to the ground and said, "Like I fucking said! You come after me, her or any other woman like that again and I will kill you!!!" and then proceeded to push him to the ground and kick him while I was at it, too. From that day on, he knew not to fuck with me yet when they felt they needed to leave here and move out of state to the middle of nowhere, there was nothing I could do to try and protect her. He one time literally almost killed her, having a knife to her neck and not letting her breath, but she then was able to move her legs and kicked him in the balls. I believe that's the only reason why "She's" alive today! Yet for some reason, after every fight, they would end up with each other once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She" was, how do I say this politely, "loose, easy, had lots of sex with everyone known to man"?!? Yet she had NEVER gotten pregnant. She hated using condoms, wasn't on birth control, and would have it morning, noon and night, rain or shine, period or no period! It seemed like there was NEVER a time where she wasn't doing it! We even had the discussion that we thought that she was infertile and couldn't have a baby! Well, what do you know??? She actually gets pregnant by "Him". I didn't believe it until she showed me the slip from Planned Parenthood. She took that as a sign that "She" &amp;amp; "Him" were meant to be. As "She" would say, "I mean, why him? I could have gotten pregnant by anyone else but I got pregnant by him. It's a sign...." Yeah, a sign "She" was a moron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During her pregnancy, she was out of state so I wasn't around to really see how she was doing. We would talk on occasion but there was nothing I could do from here. About a week away from her due date, I got a call from not only her but from her folks. Turns out that "Him" got pissed about SOMETHING (who knows what but it was always something really stupid!) and he pushed her around, thankfully she landed on the bed. "She" was able to run (waddle) out of the place yet while "She" drove away, he threw rocks at the car windows and broke the back driver's window and the passenger window. Her &amp;amp; her folks called me to go and pick her up. They were paying for my plane ticket and then they gave me gas money to drive her and ALL the baby stuff back here. I did it with basically a 16-18 hr. notice. When I left the next day to drive our to her dad's place, I just told my folks I was going to San Diego for the weekend to visit PH (that's where she was living at the time) and that I would be back in a few days. &lt;--(*note- I didn't end up telling my folks I did that for about a year.....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there I was, up to the middle of nowhere to pick up my pregnant friend that was about a week away from her due date in a little 2-door car with broken windows, 16 hr. drive and for about 10 of the hrs. with NO reception on my cell phone! At one point, we were in Oregon, going over this lil bridge and we randomly saw a stork. Like a legit, what you see in the movie "Dumbo" and "Father of the Bride 2", stork! I said to her, "Oh wow, look! A stork!". "She" was pretty surprised to and then it hit me. I turned my head, eyes as wide as possible and said to her, "Don't you DARE have this baby right now!!! We're in the middle of nowhere, have NO supplies and no cell reception!!! Don't even THINK about having this baby right now!!!" She didn't (thank god) but still........ It was scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I got her home, I basically took care of her til the baby came out. Took her to all her dr. appts., got to see the baby in the ultrasound, even got to hear the baby's heartbeat and have hiccups! Seemed like at least once a day I took her out to eat somewhere! I mean, I took my job seriously in taking care of her. All I asked was that I would be able to be there when the baby was born. Well, she went WAY over her due date and ended up having the baby about 2 weeks after the due date. Coincidentally, I was leaving to go to Meixco City with "HO" the day before they induced her. I was just heartbroken. I wanted to be there SOOOO bad when that baby came out and now I had to jump on a plane and miss it. When I went to wish her luck and to tell her to leave me messages on my phone once the baby came out, I was crying. I even for some reason apologized cuz I couldn't be there yet it didn't matter since........ "She" had "Him" come from out of state to be there for the baby's birth!!! So even if I was there when she went into labor, I couldn't be in there cuz HE WAS THERE!!!! I couldn't believe she did that! "Him" wasn't even suppose to come near her, let alone leave the state he was in! It was the only thing I hated about the birthing video &lt;--(Oh yeah! There was video and it was FANTASTIC! It was all over the shoulder, so you couldn't see THAT and her reactions were the BEST!!! I took everyone I knew to watch it cuz it was great!). Right when I got back from Mexico City, I went home, dropped off my stuff and me &amp;amp; my hair, which still in place from the night before (they're hardcore when it comes to doing hair over there! And it only cost $10!!! They probably used every dangerous chemical and poo in my hair but it looked good....), went over to see the baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew the minute I saw him that he was the most amazing child born. He was perfect in every way. I remember when I first got to hold him and feed him, while watching the greatest birthing video alive, I said to him,"Always remember that I love you and I will ALWAYS be here for you, no matter what". From then on, I considered him as if he was part of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would go over everyday. "She" and I got close again and I was there every moment I could to help her with the baby. In truth though, it really wasn't tough. I truly feel he has me spoiled for whenever I end up having kids cuz I only hope they're as good as he was! Really, it was crazy how much of a good baby he was! Everyone knows I'm a BIG advocate of not taking kids out of the house until they're a double digit age but with the baby, it didn't matter! We would run down everything we had to do for the day and I would end it saying, "Well, let's take the baby." We would go shopping for hours and whatnot and he would just kick it in the stroller, smiling and getting all the attention he could want! So many people would make the comment that he was so well behaved and I would flat out say, "Oh, we know!". Well, that was one of the things "She" hated that I would do, that I would say "we". "She" said when I said that we sounded like we were a lesbian couple! I didn't mean that but I could see why she would get pissed so I had to change what I would say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the baby was born, "She" kinda got back into drugs ("shit, speed, meth"...whatever!). "She" always said one of the main reasons why she did it was to lose weight.... yeah..... I'm really trying not to be a bitch and I am going to preface this by saying that I don't talk shit, I only tell the truth-- Honestly, for as much as she did,"She" was the only person I had EVER met that never lost a significant amount of weight while doing drugs! It was crazy! Well, since she started again and I was stupid, I would tell her that I would watch the baby while she went out. I even gave her my cell phone just in case she needed me or I needed her in regards to the baby. One night though, I honestly thought she was dead. I called her god knows how many times. She said she was going to be about an hour or so and when it was almost the 4 hr. mark, I really started to freak out. I was ready to call hospitals yet LBS was with me and she just flat out said to call her mom. So I did. Finally, at about 3:30-ish in the morning, she came back and the first thing out of her mouth was, "YOU CALLED MY MOM!?!?". Not a "I'm so sorry." or "I couldn't hear the phone." or "I was teleported to another world with no reception".... Nope, just pissed cuz i ratted her out. That's when she started holding the baby against me and not let me see him. She knew that it would kill me if I wasn't around him and that's what she did. There would be maybe one or two times where we would make up and start talking again but something would happen and we wouldn't speak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the big thing to happen would be that she actually started getting serious with "HO", who , if I failed to mentioned, was "Him's" BEST FRIEND and the one who introduced "She" &amp;amp; "Him"! Yes, best friend and former square dancing partner at Outdoor Ed, "HO". Well, there's a reason why I call "HO", well "HO"! Long story short (cuz this whole post isn't long enough as it is!), "HO" got with one of my friends from dance class and because I'm stupid and naive, when "She" asked me if there was something going on between "HO" and my friend, I just told her. Why? I don't know. I just did and as it is, it took "HO" and I a few years to get over the WHOLE situation. But, at first, she thanked me for letting her know and then made it seem like it was MY fault "HO" and my friend did it! ANYWAYS... The whole point- I was the bad guy, again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut to now- "She" and "HO" actually got married (I wasn't invited), they have their own kid (aka- Satan's spawn), and they're kinda miserable but that's just the sense I get from them. The baby (not SS, the "in my eyes" perfect one) just turned 6...... In all the years he's been alive, I've been to 1 birthday party, which was his first. I had gotten used to the fact that I never got to see him or attend anything he did in school or in sports yet I saw something today that just made me lose it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while ago, "HO" had given me the blog to one of the baby's grandma's blogs cuz she would update every so often with stories and pics of the kids. It was my only way of having any connection with the baby. So since I knew yesterday (the 14th) was his birthday, just on a hunch, I checked out the blog to see if MAYBE she posted some pics of his birthday. Well, she did. He looked so sweet and happy. I was looking at all the pics when one caught my attention-- "She" invited people to her son's birthday that she used to do drugs with but now you know, they're mothers and their lives are different and whatnot &amp;amp; all the good shit. I was devastated. Granted the pic that I saw was of one of my good friends that I still talk to every so often, it just made me so sad that I, who was not only there for "She" but her baby, the baby who changed not only my life but everyone's around him! I don't know why but I just lost it. I mean, I was almost inconsolable and it made everyone around me feel bad. They tried cheering me up but it took driving and realizing that my life will be MUCH better than hers in the long run to make me feel somewhat better...... It literally felt as if she came over and slapped me across the face when I saw that pic.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**UPDATE** 10:45pm- So.... It turns out that when I informed LBS about the party/pic I saw and LBS knew how much it hurt me, she actually called "She" and left a voice message! We got to Vegas at approx. 6-ish and then just kicked it for awhile. When we were eating, she got a callback from "She"! I just sat there in a quiet shock while LBS talked to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to LBS, the reasons that "She" gave why she doesn't want me around or really in her life is that I'm too opinionated..... Ummm, duh! I know I am and yes, I sometimes don't know when to shut up YET what "She" doesn't like is how I voice my opinion on "Him", you know, the guy who basically killed her and was the sperm donor to the baby??? Yeah.... What good could I say about him?! He's NEVER been in the baby's life, "HO" has done SUCH an amazing job on the baby that the baby actually thinks "HO" is his real dad, and for crying out loud, "Him" treated "She" like shit! The ONLY good thing that EVER came out of the whole thing was that amazing baby came out basically perfect! You know, it's something I've noticed about people who really shouldn't have kids but when they do, they're mindblowingly perfect and amazing??? Anyways, "She" made it seem like I was talking shit about her husband and not the person who just provided the sperm &amp;amp; almost killed her! I have NEVER heard her defend or be grateful for her ACTUAL husband the way I heard her defend that asshole who's in jail til the baby is about, oh, 18-20, at the EARLIEST!!!! When LBS informed me of this, I took responsibility for about 10-25% of my actions towards being opinionated and not knowing when to shut up YET I and even LBS pointed out that why the HELL is she defending this stupid ignorant asshole so much??? Well, I did point out to LBS that I will go to my GRAVE saying that if she had a chance, she would go back to "Him". She is the epitome of a battered wife and either way, she's going to ruin that lil boy's life. "She" has full custody of the boy AND "HO" is actually on the verge of trying to adopt him yet "She" saves all the letters "Him" writes and "She" wants to tell the boy about his REAL father probably within the next few years.... Smart, huh??? Tell a 10-12 year old that the man who you thought was your father isn't and some scum of the earth who's basically rotting in jail is??? Brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in closing this BEYOND long post (Thank you to the 3 of you who probably took the time to read this WHOLE thing!), I end with an open letter to her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thank you. It only took about 14 years yet I truly see what/who/how you are as a person. I now see and understand that because of the insecurities you suffered ever since you were a child with a mix of being the most spoiled brat who got whatever she wanted and never appreciated anything that came to her is apparent to the way you are today. You think everything is suppose to be simple? You think everything should go your way? Well, think again. Actually I don't think I have to say that since you're now living in what YOU made for yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish a few things for you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- To realize how lucky you are to have the man that you call your husband. Don't take him for granted yet I think it's too late to say that since it seems like you really never did appreciate anything he ever did. He stopped his life to help you &amp;amp; the baby and yeah, he fucked up but guess what??? YOU decided to stay. YOU could have left. YOU could have proven to EVERYONE how you matured once you had the baby and made a good life for the both of you without depending on anyone to support you financially. If the day ever comes that you can see "Him" and you actually do, you will be the stupidest cunt ALIVE!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and 2- Really realize that you gave birth to a truly amazing son. You may think he's a good kid but I don't think you actually realize how you hit the jackpot with him! I would die to have a child like him! I only DREAM of literally having a child JUST LIKE HIM! You will never know how many times I thought it was not fair you had him, that he is yours cuz in truth, you don't deserve to have a child like him! YOU DON'T DESERVE HIM IF YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our moments in life but I am officially done. I want NOTHING to do with you and it kills me to say that since I have a feeling I'm not going to be able to talk to a friend who was once one of my best friends (HO) and especially since I won't be around for the baby. As weird as you may think it is, I truly felt I had a connection with him. From dreams to things in common, there was just something about him &amp;amp; I. Now that lil boy has no recollection of who I am and that is the one thing that I'll always hate that you did to me. I would have seriously rather you shoot me than take the boy out of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in the future, when you're not sure about lil things like unemployment, IRAs and lil shit like that, why don't you see if you have any brain cells left and try to figure it out yourself! Most likely you won't and you'll just get screwed like always. It shouldn't be too bad since it's something you should be used....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-3354585862071023473?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3354585862071023473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=3354585862071023473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3354585862071023473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3354585862071023473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/06/slapped-in-face-vol-2.html' title='Slapped in the face, Vol. 2'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-9212239283262563864</id><published>2008-06-14T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:32:25.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories....'/><title type='text'>Is this really happening???</title><content type='html'>I mean, really? I am really getting old or have high school graduations become the BIGGEST waste of time to attend for the simple fact that, well, it's a waste of an hour. Do I sound like a cold hearted bitch who should remember that I once graduated from high school? Well, 1- I've mentioned my graduation before (reader's digest version but you get the picture) and 2- see if you won't agree me with after my latest experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to AB's and our other cousin's graduation Thursday night (they went to the same school so at least we go to kill 2 birds with 1 stone!). I was actually really excited to go, being that I was just in awe that AB was graduating. Not that I didn't think he would! It was more of the fact that I remember his mom showing us her belly when she was pregnant with him and especially, when we had the baby shower for my aunt, the house we were at had a Nintendo and I passed the whole game of Super Mario Bros. (the OG) without losing a life!!! That's hardcore for an 8 year old! I've told AB that story so many times that he now makes fun of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the graduation! It was at 8 at night (BIG + in my book), they had the choir sing like 2 or so songs that were very nice and pretty (a + plus again) and then the ended the whole graduation with fireworks. At first I was like, "Chees-zay!" but right when I was going to say, "Why are we watching these lame ass....", the fireworks got pretty good! Like there were 1/4 of the size of Disneyland's night show! That's impressive in my book.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what??? THOSE WERE THE ONLY HIGHLIGHTS!!!!!!! Everything else, SUCKED! We couldn't even heard ANYONE'S names, let alone see them, the sound system was absolute shit, there was WAY too much noise, ala "let's bring horns, pots, PA systems, and whatever else we can use to annoy others around us". I even yelled at someone cuz she didn't bring anything to make noise so she made her own by shrieking as if she was in a horror movie about to be chopped into very fine pieces and ready to be thrown in a wood chipper! She was sitting behind us, RIGHT behind my father and he was already irritated about being there and then this stupid hunk of meat did that. I turned around and said, "REALLY!? Did you REALLY have to do THAT!!!?!?" and her response was that her brother just graduated. I then said, "I don't care if your whole family is up there, that was rude and stupid! Who do you think you are??? You just screamed into my father's ear, let alone who knows who's names others missed because of that! You idiot!" All my family was telling me to shut up, especially LBS cuz she thought I was going to get "shanked"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that my graduation was SUPER lame cuz we couldn't cheer or clap when someone's name was called. Now I kinda see why.... BTW- I'm still going on record that my graduation still sucked, just not as bad as this one! From having to wear all white (full &amp;amp; half slip under the gown!), walking in as if we were going to get married (seriously, 175 walking in like that tooks about 30-40 mins, no lie!), not being able to wear sunglasses at 8 in the morning and looking/facing right into the sun, to the infamous speech of "anyone who cheers will be escorted out" and then repeating, "we will call security on you if you continue to cheer" (cheering being a "yay" or clapping, not bullhorns or pots &amp;amp; pans!), mine SUCKED!!! It was not an enjoyable day, let alone not even an emotional day! I was a fucking mess for my 8th grade graduation and all I wanted was to leave my high school graduation and go back to bed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I sat in torture, I thought about the 3 best high school graduations I had ever gone to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting at #3- Vista High School, C/O 1999 (San Diego County)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not only PH's high school graduation but also my "Will's"..... Yeah there were the bullhorns and what not but you could still hear EVERYONE'S name. I also sat with a great bunch of people that I had become friends with. Afterwards, I was looking for PH but ended up with all of "Will's" friends and some family. I had a blast taking tons of pictures and actually celebrating my friend's accomplishments. It was a really great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2- El Modena High School, C/O 2000 (Orange County)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was actually a very bittersweet graduation for me. This was actually suppose to be my graduation. See, I went to public school from K-6 then my folks had me go to a catholic school for 7th &amp;amp; 8th. I said, "Fine but I'm still going to Elmo." They said I could yet when it came time to apply and take tests for the private schools, my folks urged me to take them, you know, "just to see how I would do and see if I could pass the test". Well, since I did, they basically said that I needed to go! I fought. I fought HARD!!! I had ALWAYS imagined, since I was in kindergarten, that I was going to be president of the school, play softball for Elmo (I even met the coach!), do drama and just have a good time with all my friends! Nope. Didn't work out that way. I will say that my mom did try really hard to get my dad to let me go yet he had always wanted his girls to go to an all girl's school to get this "best education around" (BTW- El Modena- One of the BEST public high schools in SoCalifornia, let alone maybe the STATE!). Now, if the high school I went to were to burn down, my father would be the first to piss on the ashes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the graduation-- One of my very good and dear friends from Prospect (the elementary school I went to) invited me since you needed a ticket. As I sat there in the bleachers, I was so happy and proud of all my friends that I saw but I just couldn't help think that I should have been walking with them. It was truly an enjoyable time. Everyone was so happy and excited and truly worked their asses off! I saw some of my friends who didn't have the best up bringing, their first language being Spanish and would have a difficult time with school work actually graduate and when they saw me, they gave me hugs and asked how I was. One guy in particular had the up bringing of living in a REALLY bad neighborhood with the worst gangs in Orange County (some of his really good friends and family members were part of them!) and there he was graduating. I went up to him and gave him the biggest hug and told him how proud I was of him since I didn't see any of his other friends graduate with him.... All and all, it was basically a perfect graduation, with just the lil exception that I should have been with them graduating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And #1, by FAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabuco Hills High School, C/O 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That's all I should just say but of course I can't! This was a MINDBLOWING graduation! See, this was a graduation for my friend yet I was closer to her brother, who at the time, was my best friend (Since September, we went on our separate ways due to the fact he thinks with his dick than with his head/heart.... AKA- chose the stupid bitch he was going out with over me to hang out with, who, since god knows when, they broke up! Anyways....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at first, I was kinda worried since I had never met their folks. I knew that the parents were on the verge of getting a divorce and I didn't know how they would be since I was basically sitting by myself with them for awhile, waiting for my best friend to arrive! Well, the mom and I got along RIGHT from the start! She's a great lady! Even though it was a late afternoon/early evening graduation, we had very good seats that were NOT facing the sun, while we waited for the actual graduation to start, they had some of the students tape record messages of thanks to their parents and shared memories of school, the whole "everyone walking in" process was REALLY fast, PERFECT sound system (some feedback yet really, compared to all the ones I had attended, this was like a rock concert sound system!), not only heard everyone's names but heard the speeches and the inspirational stories of some of the students-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples- one was a student from Bosnia, who at first, didn't know the English language very well and was now going to Stanford on a Scholarship, 2 students had cancer and won the battle and were there graduating, and there were about 20-ish students with full on athletic scholarships to some big time colleges! Seriously, impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and these kids were SO creative and had spunk while giving their speeches, just amazing! If EVERY graduation was like that, they would probably be more tolerable! I think the best thing high schools should do to stop from every "Joeblow" person from attending would be having a set amount of tickets! Except for the Vista graduation, the other 2 graduations and mine had tickets. So if any of you work for a high school and have the same problems at your graduations as them being HORRENDOUS, try the ticket thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this with what I did at LBS's graduation. I was still very pissed about my graduation so when I had to attend hers at the same high school I went to, when they called her name, I was basically right there with all the teachers taking pictures of her getting her diploma. Right when they called her name, I yelled her nickname as loud as I could to the point everyone turned around and looked at me! Yeah sure, call me a hypocrite for yelling at LBS's graduation yet I got mad at the girl behind us but ya know what??? I felt I had EVERY right to do that and I was giving the infamous "Fuck You!" to the damn school I went to and damn it, it felt great! All LBS did was turned and waved....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty woot.... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-9212239283262563864?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/9212239283262563864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=9212239283262563864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/9212239283262563864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/9212239283262563864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-this-really-happening.html' title='Is this really happening???'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5756185902251456183</id><published>2008-06-13T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:17:36.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Whoa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Talk about a shitty day in the media world....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- The R. Kelly Verdict..... What.The.FUCK?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?!? Seriously, it's SUCH a good thing I am not into running for any kind of office where I could possibly one day become president cuz if that were the case, I would probably be assassinated for my new rules/laws/views of this country, which is called, "The greatest country in the WORLD"! MORE LIKE "WE'RE THE LAUGHING STOCK OF WORLD"!!!! How could a jury let him go??? I mean, the man was being charged with 14 counts of CHILD PORNOGRAPHY and didn't even get a slap on the hand??? Even after the verdict, some of them mentioned that they knew it was him in the video but because there was NO OTHER EVIDENCE (BTW- how much MORE do you need when you have THAT!?) they couldn't say that he was guilty because the girl in the video (who, by the way, was Kelly's GOD DAUGHTER!) didn't want to deal with the drama and testify. Just mind blowing.... Thinking that was going to be the worst thing I was going to hear today.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Tim Russert passes away unexpectedly. Now I will say that I didn't watch his show all the time and at first, the name wasn't clicking with me but the moment I saw his picture on the news, I just started to tear up. This man was 58. This man actually brought good into this world. This man was a good man. 58 years old. It also hit me hard because my dad is 58 and he doesn't take care of himself as well as he should and it just scared me. I mean, I love both my parents so much and unconditionally yet I feel I have so much to learn from my father on what to do in regards of my career and what &amp;amp; how to take care of myself and my family financially. I would be inconsolable and wouldn't know what to do with myself if I lost him just in the next few years, let alone out of the blue! I try to remind him that I and we ALL need him here and that he HAS to take better of care of himself....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after seeing everything that has happened, it made me think of life. How is it that a man, who's as guilty as anyone could be, get away without a slap on the hand yet a man, who brought integrity into not only the world of politics but just to life itself, passes on at the age 58???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me preface this and say that I am NOT a very religious person yet when things like this happen, in my opinion, there's only 2 ways of thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- that what we live in now is Hell and when we do pass on, we truly are rewarded by going to Heaven and if someone passes too early then it means that they have suffered enough in this ''Hell" and are being rewarded earlier than most for being such an outstanding human being&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;2- there is no God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'm just sayin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a better day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. ={&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5756185902251456183?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5756185902251456183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5756185902251456183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5756185902251456183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5756185902251456183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/06/whoa.html' title='Whoa...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-4056128429624678770</id><published>2008-06-12T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:31:00.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>About me.</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://tenuousatbest.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Blogmother" (Not Very Anon Mom)&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for this meme.... Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules of the game get posted at the beginning of the post.&lt;br /&gt;Each player answers the questions about themselves in their post.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was I doing ten years ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was 16 and just finishing sophomore year in High School. That summer, a friend of mine from school and I went down to San Diego to hang out with PH, her boyfriend at the time and boyfriend's friend. Boyfriend's friend was SUCH an amazing guy (BTW- he later turned into my "Will" as I was his "Grace"..... but it ended.). On the way down there, we got into a pretty big accident (some cars were totaled or severely damaged yet no one was hurt!). It was so big that they had to close part of the freeway and all that good shit! Since we had to play the waiting game for tow trucks and police men, we took pictures. One thing I'll never forget was while we were in Downtown San Diego, we saw a homeless man asking for food. Everyone was passing him by and ignoring him. As I thought about it and feeling bad for him, "Will" said, "Hey, let's go buy him something to eat." I had never done that before and it was such an awesome feeling to hand him a carnitas burrito and chips with about 2 or 3 things of water. That day we also went to the &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=73817935"&gt;Museum of Death &lt;/a&gt;(re-opening soon!!!) and found out the owner was stuck in the horrendous traffic from the accident we were in (which wasn't our fault!) and gave us a discount!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are five things on my to do list for today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, woke up, did my morning routine of getting ready for work and checking to see if &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SE6bThvWquI/AAAAAAAAABo/ze1j_dOvjU0/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;Delilah &lt;/a&gt;pooed anywhere (she's usually pretty good about using her potty pads yet she likes to also poo in certain parts of the house), went to Starbucks for my breakfast sandwich (they're discontinuing them in Sept.!!!! I'm heartbroken...), going to all my "sites" that I usually go to and I have a graduation to attend tonight (seriously, I can't believe AB is graduating.... I'm so old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snacks I enjoy? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...... Target cheese (cheddar), Sobe Lean Cranberry/Grapefruit, Goldfish crackers mixed with peanuts &amp;amp; pretzels, &lt;a href="http://www.robscape.com/files/prod-pirate-booty.php"&gt;Pirate's Booty&lt;/a&gt;, a lot of the 100 calorie pack things.... There's more but I think I'll just stop here......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I would do if I were a billionaire?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh! Well, first things first- Get my place in Balboa (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balboa_Peninsula%2C_Newport_Beach%2C_California"&gt;Peninsula &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balboa_Island%2C_Newport_Beach%2C_California"&gt;Island&lt;/a&gt;), travel like no other, get every kind of bulldog ever made (American, English, French.... Hell, if there's a Mexican one, I'll get that too!), and really, just enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of my bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hmmm.... See, I know for a fact that one of my bad habits is TOTALLY wrong/bad/will kill you but I consider it like my "therapy"/calms me down/and well, I kinda like it. Won't put it on here just for the fact some people out there don't know I do this (No, it's not illegal!). The other ones- I'm sometimes too blunt &amp;amp; don't think of what comes out of my mouth and I cuss, A LOT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five places I have lived?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... I've only lived in 2 houses- and they were a mile away from each other! I've lived in Orange County, CA (in the city of Orange) all my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five jobs I have had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;JUST 5!?!? Oh, god.... how am I going to pick these-- 5 worst or 5 best? I guess I'll just do the last 5.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Tax Secretary/Tax Preparer at a CPA firm (where I am currently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Receptionist at GE in Irvine at the &lt;a href="http://www.irvineoffice.com/holdings/properties/xq/asp/property.77/propertytype.0400/area.1/qx/displayProperty.htm"&gt;Park Plaza Buildings &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Admin. Assistant/Personal Shopper at Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. (yes, &lt;a href="http://www.tiffany.com/Locations/Store.aspx?StoreId=710&amp;amp;CountryId=-1&amp;amp;RegionId=5&amp;amp;"&gt;Tiffany's&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- An Assistant to the VP of a up &amp;amp; coming technology company (one of the coolest bosses EVER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- As an audience coordinator/check-in person for the Wade Robson's Project on MTV (SO MUCH FUN! Worth the 2 hr. drive in LA traffic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you name your blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple. I always say "woot". I actually started saying it before long before it became as popular (circa 2000) and I even thought about sending it to Webster's but I thought it would be too silly.... Oh, was I wrong since it was &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/info/07words.htm"&gt;WORD OF THE YEAR LAST YEAR&lt;/a&gt;!!! But I spell it with "o's" instead of zeros.... It looks ridiculous with zeros....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagging some people here that I believe could use a little distraction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is, I get ridicule from some people I know for having a blog and I also only know a few people who actually blog so how about whoever feels like doing this, just let me know.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-4056128429624678770?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4056128429624678770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=4056128429624678770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4056128429624678770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4056128429624678770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/06/about-me.html' title='About me.'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5491709409434501389</id><published>2008-06-09T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:41:20.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Lil' recap of the weekend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Went out with my "aunt" (really, my dad's cousin but in my family, we consider anyone who is older than us either aunt or uncle! Just is...) to grab a bite to eat &amp;amp; see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SATC&lt;/span&gt;. It was suppose to be all the women in our family (aka- 3 others! My CAM was out of town and she would have been the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) but they bailed out. It was nice though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; her &amp;amp; I had really never hung out just us 2! We had great dinner conversation about family, friends, life and whatnot &amp;amp; well, I haven't really told anyone this but she had me do something that was pretty shocking yet amazing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, most of you don't know how I am possibly one of the pickiest eaters ALIVE! Fruits/Vegetables=uh, NO!, Fish=get real!, anything semi-weird and exotic=in HELL! So we went to eat at a place called the "Market Broiler", where they specialize in fish. She flat out said to me that I had no choice but to try her salmon. Since I didn't want to throw a tantrum like a five who won't eat what's on their plate, I said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;....".... Well, what do you know??? It wasn't that bad. Actually, it would probably be the ideal thing for me to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it wouldn't take that much to make me full! THEN she had me try a carrot........For the record, I know this all probably sounds ridiculous but seriously, this is some big shit!!! Took a bite and it actually reminded me of a kinda hard potato...... So yeah. That was something........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SATC&lt;/span&gt;. It was my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time since I went opening night. I must say it was actually better the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time around.... My "aunt" LOVED it and I will most likely see it 2 more times, once with my CAM and another with my mom and her semi-prude cousin (who, I must say, has gotten better over the years yet it was still awkward seeing "40 year old virgin" with her AND my mom!) Went home to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bitch (aka-Delilah.... I love her &amp;amp; she's adorable but god, she's a bitch!) and went to sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Laid in bed ALMOST all day and caught up with stuff on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;, which I truly needed to do! Pretty bad since I basically did catch up but oh well! I really just wanted to do that! It was nice....... Then I noticed that Delilah, for some reason, likes to lay on her potty pads and well, she smelled so I asked PH if she would help me give her a bath. Since it was Delilah's first bath, there were pictures taken and she actually really liked it! She liked it so much that when I went into the bathroom to wash my face, she followed me in, stood on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tippy&lt;/span&gt; toes and was looking into the bath tub, as if she wanted to go back in....... It was SUPER cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, PH and I went to go see "The Fall"....... Now, if some of you have NOT seen the preview/trailer for the movie, &lt;a href="http://www.thefallthemovie.com/"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;. If you are interested in seeing the movie, stop reading here and jump to the paragraph after the stars JUST IN CASE you don't want the experience to be possibly ruined......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;We first saw the preview when we went to see "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" and I was in awe. I couldn't WAIT for it to come out! I waited basically 2 months since seeing the preview to see this movie so I was dying in anticipation! My review-- Visually stunning. If this was a silent film, it would be the most AMAZING thing ever captured on film! It was beautiful! The thing that semi but not really brought it down was the story. Yeah, there was a point and it was made and you got something out of it yet they could have done more with the script. I was originally going to give it an A-/B+ yet PH reminded me of the movie "&lt;a href="http://www.panslabyrinth.com/"&gt;Pan's Labyrinth&lt;/a&gt;" and then I changed my grade from a B+/ solid B....... I still say people should go see it just for how gorgeous the film is! And while you're at it, watch "Pan's Labyrinth" too that way you can see what I'm talking about! You can thank me later..... =)&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Hung out with the "units". Went to pick up my cousin who just came back from Outdoor Ed and he &amp;amp; I got to talk about how much we REALLY didn't like our experiences when we went! He did say his experience was better than mine but I think any one's would have been better than when I went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Our teacher told us what to pack, how to dress, how the weather was going to be.... all that good stuff! We took like 2 pairs of jeans, tons of shirts and tank tops and like 1 jacket since, according to my teacher, it was going to be like 70-80 degrees....... Yeah...... Too bad, even in the end of April, it was hardcore snowing!!!! We had easily had 2 feet of snow on the ground and still had to go on all the hikes and trails! 3 people brought gloves so the rest of us had stuff from the lost and found (I had one green glove &amp;amp; a brown mitt)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My counselor was TOTALLY crazy (most likely bordering on bipolar!) since in public she would be bouncing off the walls and then when we were in our cabin, she would yell, jump &amp;amp; scream at us, just for the hell of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We had to do a square dance on the last night there and I wanted to dance with the guy I had a crush on. Well, since my 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade teacher was "semi"-racist, he basically partnered the Mexicans together, the white kids together, the black kids and so on..... So I got to dance with (coincidentally) with a "nerdy, big glasses and bowl hair cut" HO........ It was truly embarrassing and I couldn't wait to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Everyone cried on the way home from Outdoor Ed because they were going to miss it. I, on the other hand, was literally singing, "We're going home, we're going home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh and on the way home, my teacher informed me that my mom almost came up with the principal for the last night "festivities"! My mom knew my principal from back in the day and he invited her and she was ready to come but she then had something come up and didn't.... Let me tell you, if she did come up, I would have made the biggest scene for her to take me home THAT night!!! I do remember jumping into my mom's arms when I got home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; happy to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-- Just went out to dinner with LBS and then went to CAM to hang out for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;. Then went home, did laundry and watched Delilah go crazy chasing after a toy laser my mom bought at Pet Smart. It was quite hilarious..... =) It also tires her out, which is a VERY good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, hopefully tomorrow, I'll be able to post something a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; more exciting...... Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5491709409434501389?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5491709409434501389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5491709409434501389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5491709409434501389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5491709409434501389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/06/lil-recap-of-weekend.html' title='Lil&apos; recap of the weekend....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-6130425693439961053</id><published>2008-06-08T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:24:44.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delilah'/><title type='text'>Here ya go!</title><content type='html'>This is Delilah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SE6bThvWquI/AAAAAAAAABo/ze1j_dOvjU0/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210272578691050210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SE6bThvWquI/AAAAAAAAABo/ze1j_dOvjU0/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her first meeting with the filthy animal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SE6bUbz8QDI/AAAAAAAAABw/nJuJT-U9eXg/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210272594279546930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SE6bUbz8QDI/AAAAAAAAABw/nJuJT-U9eXg/s320/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her hiding in the couch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SE6bU5PGUnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/d_VxtE8tZzM/s1600-h/IMG_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210272602178081394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SE6bU5PGUnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/d_VxtE8tZzM/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got herself in that position:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SE6bVa4hmjI/AAAAAAAAACA/ypbfWEgVLeQ/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210272611210205746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SE6bVa4hmjI/AAAAAAAAACA/ypbfWEgVLeQ/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her being lazy, well, like me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SE6bV7P217I/AAAAAAAAACI/l_6fqvP3azE/s1600-h/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210272619898001330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SE6bV7P217I/AAAAAAAAACI/l_6fqvP3azE/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these pics were taken the first week or so of us having her. We got her at approx. 6 weeks so she was SUPER small! Believe me, I'll post some new ones later this week and you will DEFINITELY see how big she is now! Just remember though, she looks super sweet and innocent but she is a terror but I can't deny how damn hilarious she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-6130425693439961053?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6130425693439961053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=6130425693439961053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6130425693439961053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6130425693439961053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-ya-go.html' title='Here ya go!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SE6bThvWquI/AAAAAAAAABo/ze1j_dOvjU0/s72-c/IMG_0698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-4727921293151237497</id><published>2008-06-06T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:49:26.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Would you be my neighbor???</title><content type='html'>Seriously, our kids (or future kids) are fucked! Unless this were to come out on DVD or hopefully PBS will be smart enough to NEVER take this off the air, how will they ever understand how fantastic Mister Roger's Neighborhood was??? I mean, seriously??? Look at all the crap that's on TV these days for kids..... In my opinion, there's really no great role model for kids to look up to, a lot of cartoons are REALLY cracked out &amp;amp; inappropriate (I will NEVER get over how "Ed,Edd, and Eddie" is suppose to be for kids!) and no one to really teach them hard work and discipline. Yeah, there's the parents that are there to teach them that but have you noticed that a lot of parents aren't? Please don't take this the wrong way cuz I do know some AMAZING people out there that are kick ass parents but I can't help but notice that for every great parent, there's about 3 not so great parents. They may be too busy with work or maybe just had kids cuz they thought they needed to b/c it was time to settle down and start a family when they know damn right they weren't ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case is, I feel that there should be better influences out there for the future of America. If things keep going the way it is, our kids will elect Miley Cyrus as the first woman president of the United States &amp;amp; for everytime she does something wrong/bad, the excuse will be "Well, my best friend Leslie says, 'Oh, she's just being Miley!' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, for all the parents (especially younger parents that are my age or even younger), inform your kids on the great man that was Mister Rogers. If you need help, here's an article I saw on &lt;a href="http://clydetombaugh.typepad.com/strongly_worded_letter/2008/06/a-beautiful-monday-in-the-neighborhood.html"&gt;Bean's Blog&lt;/a&gt; about the greatest that was..... RIP Mister Rogers..... I only hope someone can one day teach and influence a generation of children the way you did but I know no one can ever replace you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-4727921293151237497?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4727921293151237497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=4727921293151237497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4727921293151237497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4727921293151237497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/06/would-you-be-my-neighbor.html' title='Would you be my neighbor???'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7189271616415911660</id><published>2008-06-05T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:03:20.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Hey there....</title><content type='html'>Long time, no talk! Yeah, I know.... My fault. But, dude. I've been SO out of it lately. For some reason, I was getting annoyed with the thought of writing down my thoughts and just posting anything on here! I felt as if this was some kind of torture or homework assignment I had to do and I didn't want it to feel that way! I actually enjoy the idea of writing down what's going on and being able to look back at it one day....... I guess I got overwhelmed when I wouldn't finish a post or I was too tired to write in it. So it would just keep piling up and I would look at it and say, "Fuck that shit!" and go check one of my many sites.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since we last spoke, I became the mother to a 2 lb. 8 oz. maltipoo puppy. Her name is Delilah and yes, I named her after the song "Hey there Delilah". Ever since that song came out, I thought it was SO beautiful and sweet. I still think it is but it got WAY over played!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you who know me are probably thinking, "You have a maltipoo???". Well, I'm on the same boat as you! I never thought I would have anything in the "poo" family since I am a HUGE fan of dogs that are 75 lbs. and above, let alone my undying love for anything in the bulldog family! All I have to say is "beggars can't be choosers"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if you remember, &lt;a href="http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-cant-wait-to-get-on-road-again.html"&gt;back on the April 12th post&lt;/a&gt;, we went to a client's house that just had puppies. They said that they were going to give me a puppy but I honestly didn't hold my breath that we were actually going to get it. I just felt that it would fall through or my mom would change her mind, SOMETHING! I don't know..... So when we went to pick her up, it was kinda surreal that I was going to have my own dog for the first time in 6 years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I was worried and everyone else thought that we were going to get a lil prissy dog that would succumb to the ways of the filthy animal in our house but no...... We were wrong! She is a feisty lil bitch!!!! My future as a hand model is down the shitter due to her nawing and biting on my hands, she tries to bite the bottom of my pants ALL THE TIME, she'll bark if she doesn't get her way, but most of all, she has the filthy animal scared shitless! He's has SUCH anxiety around her that I feel we have to put him on some kind of meds but she's HILARIOUS!!! She thinks she's 350 lbs. when she's barely 3.5 lbs.!!! When I get home, I'll definitely post pics of her. Since we got her, she has gotten SOOOO big so quick! Wait til you see her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is still the same but instead of shredding I'm now scanning! We're moving into a different office in about a month or so and instead of taking some REALLY old files, we're (ok, I'm!) scanning them that way it would be less shit to move. Home is, other than the new addition, basically the same as well. Last Saturday was my cousin AB's 18th birthday and as a gift, I told him I would pay &amp;amp; take him for his 1st tattoo. I told him I would get the same thing, too. Well, his was starting to get out of hand so I told him I was only paying for the part of his tattoo that was the same as mine and he would pay for the rest! So last weekend, I got what will most likely be my last tattoo. To think, I never wanted one and now I have 6! All hidden, of course! I'll try to get a pic of mine up here but I'll put a pic of AB's......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have a procedure done sometime this month. It's nothing big or scary. Just something that has been there for too long and I'm sick of it and want it taken care of! It was suppose to be done last month but the place I was going to have it done at wanted to take advantage of us and basically pretended as if I didn't have insurance (which I not only have but it's also good insurance!) so we (my father &amp;amp; I) fought to have it done in a regular hospital and not at a "private location". Their excuse for having it done there and not a regular hospital is that they wanted to perform the procedure in a "nice, clean place".... Yeah, so do I, just don't sexual assault and take advantage of me! And yeah, I know hospitals have their moments of not being as clean as possible but they swear doing it at a hospital is the equivalent of doing it in a barn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBS, "the units" and I are going to Vegas. Since LBS has a convention to attend for her work and I get free rooms, I was her first pick to go with her! &lt;--- (BTW-You're welcome.) The units are just coming for the hell of it! Me, I have one main plan and that is to gamble! It's been WAY to long since I've been in a casino and the itch needs to be scratched! I also haven't been to Vegas since my birthday, which was over 6 months ago and it's just time to go! The drive is about 3-4 hrs. yet I enjoy it! We'll be gone from the 15th-18th and then that Friday the 20th, I'm going camping at the beach for the first time since '94 when I got 2nd degree burns on my face. Talk about good times! My face was literally melting off and blistering..... It was great.* (*please note sarcasm! I highly doubt anyone would have found looking like Freddy Kruger for the whole summer before going into the 7th grade fun!) All I have to say is that my boss is woot for letting me take all this time off! I also assume he's thrilled that he doesn't have to pay me for all the time I'm taking off as well so that saves him! But the big thing is that in exactly 3 months, I will be on my way to NEW YORK!!! I still can't believe I'm going! And seriously, thank GOD I bought my ticket when I did! If not, I would be looking into a 500-600 dollar ticket right now and that would suck BEYOND belief! As of right now, I'm going to see "RENT" and possibly another play or so..... Then still waiting to hear if one of my dear best friends is going that way her &amp;amp; I can troll around and get to experience fashion week! And I think I will be possibly meeting someone I have admired for a while for at least a cup of coffee! Hopefully I can talk him into taking a pic of me.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that kinda updates what's been going on with me.... Starting now, I'm going to start posting news articles, pics, maybe music and whatever else interests me and to also try and start conversation within the blog as well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks for your time and thanks for checking up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7189271616415911660?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7189271616415911660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7189271616415911660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7189271616415911660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7189271616415911660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-there.html' title='Hey there....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7320350600314797327</id><published>2008-05-02T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:03:14.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slapped in the face'/><title type='text'>Slapped in the face Vol. I</title><content type='html'>Exactly, one year ago, I was "let go" of the last place I worked at. Here's the "FANTASTIC" story I wrote on Myspace about it when it first happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I was 'Fired' (which i come to find out, I was 'Let go' because I 'wasn't a right fit'.....ELLS, fuck yourselves......yeah, still kinda pissed....) last week from the CPA firm I not only worked at for approx. 7 months but most importantly, worked through double (yes, DOUBLE!!!) duty for tax in the first time in my life! I will be the first to admit that I knew it was going to be hard and stressful yet I actually was optimistic for awhile and it actually didn't turn out to be as bad as I thought it would be (but PLEASE don't get me wrong! It was still HELL!) Like I mentioned before, in truth, it's actually a cool thing that I was "Fired/Let go" b/c it just clarified that 1- I am TRULY not appreciated in any fucking position! and 2- It was just time to do what I planned on doing in about 2 years, which is to start taking over my father's business, now....Yes, the actual "tax season" is over yet there's still SO much to do! AND thanks to the fuckers who didn't appreciate my service (which, by the way, I had that shit to a science there!), I now know how to get everything in order &amp;amp; organized and just how to run a business to make things SO much simpler on not only myself but for my father for the last few years that he will be doing it...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what's my problem, you ask? I mean, I'm getting unemployment, got severance pay AND all my "vacay" time (BTW-- 1st time since the age of 18 that I am OFFICIALLY debt-free!), have insurance til the end of the month YET my father and I are going to go get me self-employment insurance/reimbursement plan in the next week or so........It's good. But. Here's my beef......I truly busted my ass, as the "receptionist" (you know, 'just answering a phone!'), would stay approx. 10-12 hrs. EACH day, even stayed there once til 1:30 IN THE FUCKING MORNING to help the others out! Didn't have to but I did it to show my loyalty and my hard work for the firm. Then, I would go home and help my mother with appts. and scheduling for my father, sorting and other lil admin shit that needed to be done at the house and then go back and do the same thing for 3 months!!! I basically worked 6 1/2 days (I would drive my dad around on Saturdays for about 12-14 hrs. in the I.E. to go to people's house &amp;amp; then help my dad half of the day on Sundays) and about 12-16 hrs. a day..........and what do I get in return?? 'Thanks but no thanks' from the people who are as useless as they come! I just didn't like being disrespected, insulted and basically verbally slapped across the face and that's EXACTLY what happened. The best thing was the guy (who's daughter I went to school with!), who has been there the longest out of anyone and let me go, couldn't even look me in the eye when he was informing me on my new "employment status" in life! I'm sorry but if that's not a pussy, I don't know what is! There's been some people from there that I have spoken with and they have said the moral of the office has just dropped! I don't want to say it's just me since they let others go as well yet out of respect, couldn't they have informed me that this was going to be a seasonal position instead of surprising me to the point of almost throwing up on the guy's desk!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, like I mentioned above, they have not only fucked themselves (by the end of this year, they'll have a WHOLE new staff since the girls who have been there the longest are leaving on either maternity leave or nursing school) and won't know which way is up but they have done me a service to not only get everything in order for me &amp;amp; my father's business but it just further shows the lack of common sense and mentality that runs through most of the nation (possibly the world) these days....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was over a year ago and to this day, I still feel the same towards them. I actually saw that one of our clients goes through them for some kind of tax item that a woman specialized in there and even though the woman at that firm is a nice, I nearly shit when I saw their letterhead! I seriously can't stand the thought of or even want to drive down that part of the street where the firm is located! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess its the simple fact that have I been burned WAY too many times in the 26 years I've been on this Earth and I'm sick of it! I don't hang out or really talk to people who have disrespected me and I'm finally at a job where I am appreciated. It's weird how certain things stick in your mind. There are a few things I remember so vividly about that day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-The way I became clammy, nauseated and pale while I was being informed&lt;br /&gt;- How when I got home and I vented for a straight 30 mins. to my father about how much I hope we would be able to see one day that the firm has collapsed and failed. (Oh &amp;amp; the pure cursing that came out of my mouth! )&lt;br /&gt;-The reaction to the woman from unemployment when I told her I "wasn't a right fit" after 7 months (She was stunned!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I must say, the thing I remembered most about that day is that I knew what I wanted to do in life and what I wanted out of it. It was a truly weird feeling but I knew that's what it was. Thought I will say that the main regret I have from that day is that I never did throw up on the partner's desk. That's the only thing that I wished I really did.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7320350600314797327?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7320350600314797327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7320350600314797327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7320350600314797327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7320350600314797327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/05/slapped-in-face-vol-i.html' title='Slapped in the face Vol. I'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5798907131143430045</id><published>2008-04-17T21:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:30:27.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories....'/><title type='text'>On this day....</title><content type='html'>....6 years ago, I did the hardest thing ever in my life. I had to put down my first dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. You're probably thinking, "Well, that happens to everyone &amp;amp; it's hard but not the hardest thing. What's your problem???" Well, to me, someone who waited 17 years to have their first dog EVER, it was harder than you could EVER imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you're comfortable and have a snack and drink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; this is a LONG one! Sit back, read, and soak in all that is about my baby, Boo Boo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the day when I was 2 asking my folks for a dog. They said no. Through out the years, they would warm up to the idea yet they would have mixed opinions on if it should be an inside or outside dog, how big of a dog and all that good shit. Finally, on Christmas of 2000 (When I was 19!), one of my gifts was a letter letting me know I could have any dog I wanted. Well, I went on a search! What I've always wanted (since I was about 9-10 years old) was an English Bulldog, before they became as super popular as they are now! Since I knew my folks didn't want to spend $2000 on a dog, I looked for alternatives routes in possibly getting a rescued bulldog or maybe something else in the bulldog family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, my cousin sent me an online classified listings for bulldogs in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;. The first one I saw was for an American Bulldog in the Westminster/Garden Grove area (which is about 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; away from my house). I called the people and they said I could go over and see him. Well, it turned out where I went was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' part of the area called "Little Saigon". The house was kinda shady looking and the guys were even shadier. I walk in and see this 10 week old dog that was about 20 lbs.! He looked like "Petey" from the "Little Rascals" and man, he was HUGE! They informed me they named the dog "T-Bone" so I started to call him by his name but he didn't budge. Found out that I would be the 3rd owner to this poor animal in his short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; life. Poor thing was scared. I, of course went by myself (dumb ass move), asked about where they got him (from a breeder; they were "waiting on the papers"), got to know the dog, stayed for about an hr. and after seeing the dog and the living conditions he was in, I just said, "I'll take him." I asked if they could send me the papers or if I could even come by to pick them up when they got them and they said, "Sure". &lt;--(We'll get to that soon....) So I called my folks to know that I was bringing home a dog. They were shocked but they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it. When I got home and my mom saw how big his paws were, she was like, "Oh shit. He's going to be a big boy!" Well, she was right! I took him to the vet literally every week for the first few weeks I had him, just to make sure he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; since where he came from was so dirty &amp;amp; shady. He was fine &amp;amp; every week he was gaining like 10 lbs! Before I knew it, when he was about 3 months, he was 60 lbs but PURE muscle! At first, he was still very nervous and sketchy yet after awhile, he knew we were his family. If anything, the more he &amp;amp; I were around each other, the more him &amp;amp; I were like the same person! I don't know if an animal &amp;amp; a human could be alike but we sure were! People were afraid of him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he looked like he could eat them but if they only knew he was just as afraid (maybe even more than them), LBS and I came up with the name "Boo Boo". He taught himself to jump onto my bed, which at that time, was at least 3 &amp;amp; 1/2 feet above the ground! So here was this big ass dog &amp;amp; my manatee ass on a twin size bed! I don't know how we did it but it worked and we slept like that every night! I also taught him how to sit, stay, catch food (Favorite Food- French Fries, especially Jack in the Box fries) in his mouth but my favorite was that he knew how &amp;amp; when to give a kiss when someone would ask. He was just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, maybe for the fact that he was basically around me all the time, he didn't act like your "normal" dog. This was some dog! Boo Boo LOVED car rides more than any other dog I have EVER known! He would sit as if he had a seat belt on! He even went as far as going 2 exits away from Mexico with me and being cool the whole way there and back! I was able to take him anywhere and everywhere and I LOVED doing that! Oh and Ladies, if you ever want to get checked out by guys, get an American Bulldog or some kind of good looking BIG dog! I can NOT tell you how many times I would see a guy tell me to roll down my window &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they wanted to ask about my dog! Every time that ever happened to me, I would always turn around and say, "Thank you baby." and Boo Boo would just look at me confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that made him not a "normal" dog was that he hated going for walks. He, on more than several occasions, would either hide or chew up his leash! Thank God he did know how to walk to and from the car without running away! So instead of going on walks, every night around 11-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, Boo Boo &amp;amp; I would go pick up "Ho", grab a Slurpee and then sit at an open field by my house and just let him run away until he was ready to go home. The great thing about that was all I had to do was say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; baby, let's go." and he would just go straight back to the car. There were times when he would actually go back by himself and look at me like, "Alright let's go! I'm done." Those times at the park were the best. Me, Boo Boo, Ho, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Slurpees&lt;/span&gt;, broken sprinklers (Thanks to Boo Boo), great talks with Ho and watching Boo Boo have a blast...... Those are some of the best memories. I keep those memories fresh in my mind because of how good they were and how I smile every time I think about them.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly felt that Boo Boo thought he was human. Call me crazy (it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know) but I felt like him and I shared the same thoughts and feelings. At times, I felt he would be more patient with me than I would be with him. One day I'll never forget was when 9/11 happened. Like everyone else that day, Boo Boo &amp;amp; I just watched the TV for hours. At one point, he looked at me with this sad look on his face and I, with tears in my eyes, just said, "Yeah, I know". I then told him to watch the TV again and he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that people could not deny was how he was with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; kids! For my cousin, who has SEVERE anger &amp;amp; attention issues, him &amp;amp; Boo Boo were the best of friends! He just knew how he was and my cousin knew how to be around him. Also, another cousin of mine was SUPER afraid of dogs, let alone this huge animal that looked like he could tear her apart within seconds and she would take him for walks all the time and just say, "Come on Puppy" and there he went. I think of anything, he did have something against adults though. I'm pretty certain he was abused by one or both of his past owners so he had major issues with most people who came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if most of you don't know, Bulldogs have MAJOR health issues! The first thing that was a problem was his allergies. I would have to give him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt; about 2-4 times a day, depending on how much he would sneeze or scratch. Our backyard looked like we lived in Chernobyl and I, at the age of 19, had a curfew of midnight that way I would be home to give him his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.! And let me tell you, if my ass wasn't inside at 12, my phone would ring! One time I was just about to open the door and my phone rang! I opened the door &amp;amp; said, "I'M HERE, CALM DOWN!". The longest I was ever away from him was 4 days, which was when I went on a plane for the first time, to Boston, with a friend. That was 4 months after 9/11 and man, was I freaked out going on a plane!!! All I told my friend on the way home was that I just wanted to get home to my baby.... I'll never forget when I got home, he zoomed down the stairs and just gave me all the kisses he could. I promised I would never leave him for that long again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on December 26, 2002, we woke up and did our morning routine of going to the restroom yet when Boo Boo jumped off the bed, he kinda limped and tucked his back leg in. Since I took this dog to the vet every time he sneezed the wrong way, I rushed him to the vet..... They kept him there all day, doing every sort of test and at approx. 5:38 pm, while I was on my way to work, the vet called saying I needed to go over there. Called my work &amp;amp; told them I couldn't make it in and headed to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got there, they informed me he had Hip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Dysplacia&lt;/span&gt; in both of his hips. One was completely out and the other was on the verge. I was devastated. All I could do was cry. Then my sadness turned into anger. Of all the times I EVER took that dog in, knowing that Bulldogs have a history of this sort of thing, it NEVER occurred to them to test him, even just examine the area??? Man, I was LIVID and right then and there, I demanded a copy of his file and I was going to get a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; opinion. Unfortunately, every place I took him to, he was in so much pain and was also just plain scared that they would have to muzzle him. I just couldn't believe this was happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We randomly had a family get together and I was telling a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; cousin of mine about what was going on with Boo Boo &amp;amp; she recommended her vet. She couldn't stop talking about how great she was and maybe she could do something in helping the situation. So I called to make an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. and the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. they had was when I was working. By the grace of GOD, LBS saw how depressed I was and offered to take him for me. I was BLOWN away just for the fact that 1- She has NO patience and 2- It's all about her........ I thanked her profusely yet I had to warn her to keep her cool and she had to be the epitome of patient. She needed to know that they may need to muzzle him and to just make him feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, you'll never know how nervous I was that day. I called right when I had a chance to see how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. went. Assuming that it was just going to be really hard and that they would have to muzzle him for the fact he probably snapped at the vet and that he couldn't get along with the staff, I called LBS really worried. These were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;LBS's&lt;/span&gt; exact words-- "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;... He couldn't stop giving her kisses." I started to cry..... From then on, we went to her and to this day we still go to her for the filthy animal we have now. Let's just say that if I were to move across the United States, I would make an effort to take my pets to her about once or twice a year need be! She's amazing and if you need a vet, ask me and I'll give you her info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LBS really stepped up and I couldn't thank her enough for doing what she did for me! She did inform me that the vet said to really keep an eye on him because yeah, he can live through the pain (which I guess he has been doing since he was born) but if he started to become aggressive, we really needed to be more worried about that. The vet told us to give him aspirin twice a day, plus he also had his allergy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; so this poor thing was just a pill popper! At least he was really good at actually digesting his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the next month or so, we went to check out how much it would be to actually fix the hips. We had 2 options- 1, Taking out the ball from the socket and having him go through physical therapy: that costing a mere 3,000 grand per hip.... or 2, Having him become the "Bionic" dog and replacing the whole ball and socket yet knowing that 9 out of 10 times, it fails: that costing 5,000 PER hip! You would think when spending that much money, that shit would be good &amp;amp; legit! Then, he did become very aggressive towards people coming over. We would have to lock him up and he would be so upset. I felt horrible. I didn't want this for my baby so I would spend as much time as I could with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, towards the end of March of 2002, his aggressive was getting so bad, he started turning on my mom &amp;amp; I. We were to closest to him and he was turning on us. I then talked about it was my family and some friends and I came to the realization that I really shouldn't be selfish and think of "just me". What about Boo Boo? What about all the pain &amp;amp; suffering he's going through? He's lashing out and becoming a violent dog because of the excruciating pain he was in. I then called the amazing vet and asked her how much of a horrible person I would be if I put him down. She told me that I would be actually a good person because I would be thinking of his well being and that he wouldn't be suffering anymore. I then decided that it was time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, April 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I laid in bed with Boo Boo all day. Watched TV, gave him his favorite fries from Jack in the Box, and just cuddled with him, giving him all the kisses I could. At around 4:15, I left, uncontrollably sobbing, to pick up Ho to go with me to do what was best. By the way, Ho, if you're reading this, you know how I will always have the up most respect and love for you going with me that day. We arrive at the vet around 5-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and they take us in Room 2. They sedated Boo Boo that way he would be relaxed when they did it. Now, here's the semi-kicker: Both Ho &amp;amp; I were there when they put him down. Now, I know, I have admitted it more times than not, that I am a masochist yet I knew if I just dropped him off that the last image in my head would be him trying to come back to me and damn if I was going to live a life with that in my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they brought him back into the room, I asked him to give me a kiss.... He did. He then laid across my lap as I just cried and held him. The doctor came in and she gave him the shot. It took about 5-7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. She took his pulse after that time and she informed Ho and I that he had passed. I laid there for about 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; afterwards and just cried. Even Ho, who's the epitome of trying to be a hard ass, couldn't hold back the tears. Ho then got me off the ground and he drove me home. Ho actually took me to another park (the now infamous, "Brown Bagging" park) and we had a Slurpee. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; after a while. The next few days were really tough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my sadness and depression turned into anger and rage. I told Ho that we needed to go to the people who I got Boo Boo from and ask about the "papers" I was suppose to get, informing of any problems or history and whatnot about him! So we go over there and they never answered the door. I even tried calling them and never heard back from them. To this day, nothing. There was nothing much I could do from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, I found out about how people were getting dogs from Mexico that were sick and selling them here for like NOTHING. It was a pretty big news report here (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;SoCal&lt;/span&gt;) and I just figured that's what happened to me. I got a dog, who was sick, and was taken advantage. But I can't really say I was totally taken advantage because the time that I did have Boo Boo, I was truly the happiest girl you would ever see. I'm a believer that everything happens for a reason. The reason I had Boo Boo was to give him the best life he could have and he was here to show me how to become a stronger person. After everything that I went through with him, I truly feel that I am a stronger person for having him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, for the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary, I got dog paws tattooed on me. I saw them one thing somewhere and I cut them out and held on to them in my wallet until last year. They're on my back and they look like they're walking. So now, I like to say that he's always with me whatever I go in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have been crying like no other while typing at work, I should end this but I want to end saying this- No matter what happens to me or how many pets I may have in my life, I will always think of Boo Boo, my baby. He was my first and I will always hold a special place for him in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. =:::)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5798907131143430045?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5798907131143430045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5798907131143430045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5798907131143430045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5798907131143430045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-this-day.html' title='On this day....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7922265906425062729</id><published>2008-04-17T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:45:26.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Back to work.....</title><content type='html'>You know, it's not hectic but damn, I'm still busy! Douching off my desk, organizing invoices &amp;amp; payments, still assembling returns (copies to clients), and people STILL calling in! I know, I know. The guys keep saying it's going to slow down so much that I'll need to bring a book in to occupy my time. I know it sounds bad but I'm kinda waiting for that day to arrive, like soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing huge happening right now yet I'm going to write a separate blog about the significant of today. It's one of those days I honestly will never forget just for the simple fact that I consider the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, so far at least. I truly feel even when I become old and senile, this will be one of the things I will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So continue on to the next post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7922265906425062729?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7922265906425062729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7922265906425062729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7922265906425062729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7922265906425062729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work.....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-3602071840983827901</id><published>2008-04-16T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:30:40.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Some day off....</title><content type='html'>You would think that I do more when I'm working than when I have a day off but NO! I did a lot of shit today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day by going out to a VERY belated breakfast with "Ho". It had been so long since I had seen "Ho", I couldn't even tell you! Well, "Ho" also had to bring "Satan's Spawn" with since Ho's sister was sick and couldn't take care of her. So there I was with this little girl, who is absolutely beautiful yet man, talk about not only NOT wanting to have kids but also wanting to run &amp;amp; get your tubes tied right away! Well, I must say, I thought she was going to be worst but she wasn't. No one was threaten to be killed and she only threw one tantrum. According to Ho, that's a good thing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to get the most expensive mani/pedi of my life but it was pretty good. I don't know if it was exactly $90 good though! It was kinda of hard to relax while they were doing it though so it almost defeated the purpose of going to relax &amp;amp; get pampered. At least my hands and toes look nice. Then went to get the bird shit that had been on my car for about 2 months off at the car wash. Car got the works done &amp;amp; may I just say that it will stay like this for as long as possible!!! Hopefully I won't have "Kamikaze Birds" come and attack my car again. I know I'm the daughter of the Infamous bird killer from the mid 90's but ya don't need to take it out on me! Go find her and attack my mom with all your bombs of stored up &amp;amp; massive bird shit! Damn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom to see what she was doing and she said she needed to go to Target and well, you can't pass up a Target run! So went there &amp;amp; I spent about $100 on 3 bags, which as sad as it sounds, was good! I have left Target before with ONE bag that equaled $100!!! It was actually something to be proud of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and rested for about an hour or so then went to see "Trainspotting" at the movie theater PH and I like to go to. Every Wednesday it's "Cult Classic" movie night and even though I think I have seen quite a few of the movies they play, I actually haven't and getting to see it on the big screen is super cool! This movie theater also plays all the independent movies. There's nothing I like more than an independent, foreign or sub title movie!!! That's how I roll.... So that's how we found out about their cult classic night. BTW- "Trainspotting".... Thwacked out movie but it was great! If you haven't seen it, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at about 10:30-ish and I'm about to knock the fuck out! Dude, I seriously NEVER do that much on a regular day at work, much less on a day off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to work tomorrow. Let's see if it does calm down tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then,&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-3602071840983827901?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3602071840983827901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=3602071840983827901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3602071840983827901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3602071840983827901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-day-off.html' title='Some day off....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5220287672287412134</id><published>2008-04-15T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:03:16.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>IT'S OVER!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>THANK THE GODS &amp;amp; HEAVENS ABOVE!!!! I swear I was over it about 2 &amp;amp; 1/2 weeks ago!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as ridiculous as it sounds, there's a lil part that I will miss. The days that I go with my dad are truly the greatest. I've been going with him for the past 4 or 5 years now and I not only get more confident each year, learning about the business but I truly feel closer to him and this is something that I will always treasure &amp;amp; hold close to me forever. I do hope that if I ever do have children one day, I can carry this tradition on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was TOTALLY right! Work was a breeze and my dad was rushing like no other when I got home from work! I have NO idea why he didn't think about NOT having appts. today! I even told my mom awhile ago not to make any for the 15th but no one listens to me..... When I told him that I had the idea of no appts. next year on the 15th, he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it really does seem at times I'm psychic cuz I totally called that he was going to push it by trying to make it to the post office tonight. It is a tradition that my folks have had since the beginning (so 33 years now) that they go to the post office at about 11:30-ish yet this year, they cut it REALLY close. They left at 11:51 and literally got there with 2 mins. to spare!!! My mom said she was actually afraid while my dad was driving and that's a VERY rare thing since he usually drives about 30 miles an hour. He actually has been pulled over for driving too slow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have tomorrow off due to tax season being over! Super excited! There's so many things I want to do/ need to do but the thought of just laying in bed would also be fantastic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we'll see what I end up doing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you got your tax stuff taken care of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5220287672287412134?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5220287672287412134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5220287672287412134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5220287672287412134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5220287672287412134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-over.html' title='IT&apos;S OVER!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-4340709334193905750</id><published>2008-04-14T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:03:15.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>In about 24 hrs....</title><content type='html'>.....this will ALL be over, well, until next year of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late and I need my sleep. I don't think it's going to be too crazy tomorrow at work yet I can only imagine how its going to be for my dad. He has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;procrastinating&lt;/span&gt; and rushing to make sure everything is right and having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to left to finish! I guess I get it from him yet I think I have gotten better as I get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-4340709334193905750?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4340709334193905750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=4340709334193905750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4340709334193905750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4340709334193905750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-about-24-hrs.html' title='In about 24 hrs....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7043736876460625253</id><published>2008-04-13T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:58:02.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Really odd things......</title><content type='html'>.....happened this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Friday night, PH &amp;amp; I were bored. So we did what we usually do when we're bored- brown bagging it at the park. Everything was going great &amp;amp; we were about to go back home when we heard a "hey ladies!" We knew it wasn't a cop so we weren't freaked out like that but we had no idea who was trying to talk to us. Well, turns out it was a homeless man. So we talked to him for a few mins but we wanted to get back cuz it was getting late. Thinking that this was going to be our entertainment of the night &amp;amp; something for me to write about in my blog, I enjoyed our 7-10 mins chat with Chuck the homeless man. Little did I know that Chuck wasn't going to be the oddest moment of the night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right when we were about to politely thank Chuck for the conversation about him being a marine &amp;amp; was hired and paid to go to Berlin for the wall to fall leave, this chick comes up and randomly asks if one of us has a bad right knee. PH &amp;amp; I just look at each other and ask, "Why?" She informed us that her &amp;amp; her friend were followers of God but not of an organized religion and that they were driving down the street and were told to stop here because someone needed to be helped and bless the bad knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now Chuck the homeless man is just in awe that there are 4 girls/women (whatever you want to call us) giving him all this attention! He starts talking to one of the girls while PH &amp;amp; I talk to the other. At the same time, PH &amp;amp; I are looking at each other to try &amp;amp; figure out how to leave! So I tell the girl that I have an old softball injury on my...right knee! She gets all excited and asks if she can bless it that way it will NEVER hurt again. PH &amp;amp; I look at each other and say, "What the hell, why not!" She gets into it.......really into it to the point that PH took out her camera phone &amp;amp; took a picture of the chick blessing my knee! The chick had NO idea she took the pic! Then, while she's blessing my knee, she starts speaking in "tongues"! All PH &amp;amp; I could do was just look at each other and not laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once she "healed" my knee, they were trying to explain their beliefs to us again! PH wasn't having it and got into a debate with them. Then, thinking I was trying to get us out of there, I told them about what happens to me (i.e.- ESP, DeJaVu, seeing people after they pass, etc...) At first, they were saying I was a "Prophet" and I was a "chosen one" of God's, that my life has much more meaning and reason to be here than most people alive. Then they changed their tone and said that actually God &amp;amp; the Devil are fighting over me and that if I don't follow God, I will most likely not live for very long and suffer in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then and there, PH &amp;amp; I informed the girls we had to go and we thanked them for our entertaining night! Yeah, I don't think we'll be going to the park to brown it for a while.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- So, I decided to go to LBS's birthday at the club her SO was playing at. Here's why it was a semi-big deal I went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, back in the day, I used to go to TJ (Tia Juana, Mexico for you who don't live in California) like EVERY weekend. I used to have a BLAST! The more packed a club was, the better! All you can drink free, dancing my ass off and ending the night by having "3 for .90 cents tacos" at the stand by the border, it was the life! Oh, to be 18/19/even 20 again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back in 2003, when I was helping out with the "Wade Robson Project" for MTV, I discovered I was claustrophobic and I could NOT handle being in small places with people touching me and me not being able to touch a wall or railing and all that good shit that comes with it! If I had somewhere to sit and/or a wall/railing to hold on to or touch, I was fine..... Turns out, that wasn't happening a lot while helping out with the show so I usually ended up sitting with his mom (who, thanks to sitting with her, we become allies and not "frienemies" like we started out as..... I'll tell that story one day....). I just couldn't understand why this was happening. I actually used to enjoy going to clubs. Hell, my best club experience EVER was meeting up with Wade &amp;amp; his friends at the club once known as IVAR (now, Cinespace)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to LBS's birthday..... With being claustrophobic AND even getting over the whole "club scene", I was REALLY dreading it..... Well, for some reason, the "club Gods" threw me a bone and I had a BLAST!!! Oh my god, it was SUCH a great time! The hilarious thing was that everyone (especially LBS) were super surprised I showed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the odd thing that happened there was that I got hit on. Now, the way I see it, there were all these cute little girls around and this guy could have had his pick of one of them yet he came to me. Him and I ended up having about a 45 min conversation. I asked him why he decided to come talk to me. His answer, in a sense, shocked me. He said, "I saw you from across the patio and the way you were so expressive when you were talking to your friends, I could tell you were a very confident and nice person." For all I know it was the BS of all BS lines but damnit, a tall, tan and cute fireman was telling me this and my manatee ass ate it up! He even asked for my number yet I know not to hold my breath for a call from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I guess I would consider that whole situation to be odd would be that I just assume that I wouldn't get hit on or have guys come talk to me, especially a decent looking guy. I think it also has to do with the fact I don't have the greatest track record with guys, let alone, just not ever having that many guys that ever want to talk to me cuz they maybe interested in me and have decent conversation with. Basically, I think it's just the "I'm usually the chunky chick that the guys are always 'just friends' with and want nothing more" mentality. That's been the story my whole life. For once, as it weird &amp;amp; disturbing as it sounds, it was nice to be looked at as a possible "piece of meat" or even for a date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7043736876460625253?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7043736876460625253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7043736876460625253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7043736876460625253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7043736876460625253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/really-odd-things.html' title='Really odd things......'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-2138352476952082147</id><published>2008-04-12T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:40:33.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging on the road'/><title type='text'>just cant wait to get on the road again...</title><content type='html'>10:35- So I finally get up to get ready. For some reason, everyone was either calling or texting this morning! Let me sleep bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15- Go downstairs to make something to eat. Find out that today will literally be a nothing day! We may be home at 8!!! If that's the case, I may have to make a cameo at LBS's bday party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:58- Alright, our first appt. is in 2 mins. In Corona (which is about 25 mins. away)and we're still at the house!!! Had a lil argument with dad about putting on the shoes we bought him (you know, the ones that we were looked down on when buying them, ala our "Selena" moment). He didn't want to wear them for some reason &amp;amp; I told him he needs to put them on for better support AND to not trip like he did TWICE yesterday!!! We went back and forth for a few mins until he gave in &amp;amp; I got my way! Damn me for caring for my father &amp;amp; his well-being... He's finally coming to the car so I take it we're on our way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:38- So we're at the first house and this woman... ugh... She is something else! She's definitely teetering on being on the list of people we let go... Depending on how she is today, we'll see if she ends up on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:20- Well, other than this woman giving a lil bit of attitude, insinuating that she's better than me &amp;amp; of course most, she's actually been decent. It was so out of the norm that my dad said (**fair warning- semi crude** ), without skipping a beat when we got in the car,"well, someone got a new battery for the dildo"... I was rolling! If you only heard how he said it, all nonchalant. It was truly classic... As of right now, it seems like she may not be on the list... On our way to next house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:13- As we drove to this house, I totally felt like an ass! While I was looking at the appt. list, I asked my dad who this person was &amp;amp; had I ever been there before. He looked at me as if I just had a stroke &amp;amp; lost my mind!!! We were going to a favorite of mine &amp;amp; I totally forgot his name &amp;amp; where he lived!!! God, if that doesn't show how out of it I have been I don't know what does!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it's a married couple who are both teachers. Nice, great, organized &amp;amp; welcome us with open arms every time we go there. They live in a downtown area that has some great old homes. Other than some upgrades in windows &amp;amp; paint, it looks like it's right out of the early 1900's. My favorite part of their house are the windows! It's just a piece of glass but there's no panels or fancy design. It's a nice &amp;amp; simple piece of glass. It's one of the things I just look at &amp;amp; soak in whenever I'm there. The husband &amp;amp; I talk about baseball &amp;amp; the Cleveland Indians (his favorite team &amp;amp; I went to school with one of the starting players). We take about 30 mins there &amp;amp; then leave. I only wish we could stay a lil longer at houses like this. Oh well...... Til next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To to next house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:12- Get to the next house &amp;amp; I stayed in the car for a few to try &amp;amp; contact someone to see if we could go by &amp;amp; do her return. See, my dad made the mistake (like he does WAY too often!) of loaning this woman money last year &amp;amp; well, she hasn't paid him back yet. Now she's avoiding him. What a shock. Well, once again, she has made some excuse to not meet up with us &amp;amp; I inform my dad that most likely he will NOT be seeing her or the money he lent to her ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go inside for the last few mins of the return. This is a very nice lady. So is her husband. Unfortunately, they've been getting laid off &amp;amp; their just trying to keep their heads held high. I admire their determination to continue to work hard, even if they are close to SS age &amp;amp; retirement. Done here... On to West Covina....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:56- OH SHIT. My father has just informed me he wants to go the opposite direction of the way we're suppose to go to see some guy we have been trying to get a hold of for well over a month!!! We tried to reschedule him but we could not get a hold of him so we're taking a chance to see if he still wants to get his taxes done. I'm not getting a good feeling about this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:43- So right before we get to this guys house, my dad &amp;amp; I make a bet to see if the guy is even there!!! See, seriously, for while over a month, we would call, on average, 4-6 times a week, called family of his to check on his numbers, even called 411! Everyone had the same number we did but he NEVER answered or called back! I just said, "Fuck that. If he really wants to get his shit done, he would call us!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we get there, I told my dad I would stay in the car since it was about 100 degrees where we were &amp;amp; I was just going to sit in our car, wasting gas &amp;amp; battery that way I could stay cool. As I type this, I see my dad &amp;amp; the guy talking at the door. At one point, I actually thought the guy was going to hit my dad! Don't know why I thought that but I did. Anyways, I roll down the window to hear what they're talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out that the guy was "concerned" about my father. He waited ALL day last Saturday (the 5th) for my dad to arrive. My father informs him that we had been trying to get a hold of him NUMEROUS amount of times &amp;amp; ways. The guy asked what number we called. When my dad showed him the number, he informs him that he changed his number over 3 months ago. He called for an appt. 2 months ago. Doing the math people??? FUCKER GAVE US THE WRONG NUMBER!!! No one has the new one! Not even his own brother AND 411! He then informs my dad that being "so concerned" for my father &amp;amp; thinking something had happened to him, he just went somewhere else to get his return done..... Well, if that isn't a big "FUCK YOU" to my dad, I don't know what is?! If the asshole was so concerned, wouldn't he have called, like everyone else?! Let alone, he lives in butt-fuck Egypt! Doesn't he realize that my dad is doing this guy a HUGE favor is driving all the way out there??? Either way, when my dad got in the car, he was hurt &amp;amp; disappointed and I had to remind my dad that the guy is ignorant &amp;amp; this is way we shouldn't deal with people like this. I'm slowly but surely seeing him really understand why we need to cut idiots like this out of his life during tax season.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:36- We arrive about 30 mins early to the next house. Very nice people. This is about the 3rd or 4th time I've met them. The wife is super sweet. The husband is very nice but has a lil bit of an edge on him. We end up sitting there for about an hour &amp;amp; a half just talking! It was really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:03- Get to the "last house of the night". We actually came by about a month ago but no one was home. This is another house that my dad feels like he needs to loan these people money. I truly don't know when my dad is going to realize that he can't help everyone, especially the ones who don't appreciate it. They may say they do but most of the time, they don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I will admit that these people are very nice. They also just had a litter of puppies and they were about 3-4 weeks old!!! I got to hold a few of them. I connected with the only non-black one and the woman noticed. She told me to come back in a few weeks and that I could have her!!! I was SUPER excited! All my dad said was to call my mom. I called her &amp;amp; she said,"I give up. Sure." So Delilah (I already picked her name out!) will be joining the filthy animal within the next few weeks! So excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:02- After we left the "last house of the night", my dad says that we need to stop by 2 people places to get some checks to open IRAs for them. The first one we get to, the woman isn't there. What a shock. Takes us about 20 mins to find out what's going on since her mother knew NOTHING about ANYTHING! I hate going to houses like these. They're so irritating. With the whiny &amp;amp; snotty Hispanic voice to just being plain ignorant, I was done with that place within the first 2 mins. Everything taken care of. We leave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:28- We are now OFFICIALLY at the last house. I came by the same night I went out with my mom &amp;amp; LBS to shop for LBS's birthday party. Basically my dad went by to inform the guy how he has screwed himself. I was planning on staying in the car but I had to pee for the past 2 hrs. and I couldn't hold it any longer!!! The highlight (other than peeing) was playing with their dog named "patches". You know, you can tell the dogs that don't get that much attention. When I just said, "Hi" in my high pitch voice that only dogs &amp;amp; some deaf people (No, seriously! I guess it's a talent???) can hear, she goes nuts! She's so happy that all she can do is give me kisses and sit there and stare at me. I pet her the whole time I'm there. The last time I was there, they put her away cuz they thought she was bothering me. I inform them this time though that she can most certainly stay out here that way I can keep her company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once my dad has informed the people there how their kid has screwed himself, we go home! I told my dad that if someone who is half Black/half Asian decides going to someone in the Ghetto of Anaheim to get his taxes done, so be it! You know, the guy didn't even know his instruction letter was in SPANISH!!!! Well, to be fair, there were 2 letters that were in English- "Balance Due". Yeah.... I think it's just harded with some people than with others for my dad to let them go.... Oh well.... Home, James!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:58- Well, we beat our record again! As I lay here typing this, I keep debating with myself on going to LBS's party. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALLY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;don't want to go but I feel like I should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:45- Alright, I'm starting to get ready. I'll let you know how it is tomorrow yet I'm not getting my hopes too high.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-2138352476952082147?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2138352476952082147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=2138352476952082147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2138352476952082147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2138352476952082147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-cant-wait-to-get-on-road-again.html' title='just cant wait to get on the road again...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-9095949663539286457</id><published>2008-04-11T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:09:24.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Seriously..........</title><content type='html'>I was so tired &amp;amp; sore from work yesterday I wanted to cry! I actually wanted to leave my car somewhere &amp;amp; have someone drive me home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I didn't think I would make it!!! Instead, I just called people on my cell to keep me up. Wasn't the safest thing but it was the only thing I could think of doing. I'm even drinking hardcore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caffeinated&lt;/span&gt; soda (Pepsi &amp;amp; shit like that!) when I usually don't!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still really busy. It's calming down a bit but not as much as it will after the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm too tired to write anything else! Tomorrow is one of the last Saturdays of "Blogging on the road: Tax Season edition". I'll probably find a way of still doing blogging on the road as a regular thing yet I think it will be a special thing/once in a while thing to do. Maybe I'll do "Blogging on the road: Indian Casino edition"! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; After every Tax Season, my dad becomes OBSESSED with going to the casinos that are semi-around us. We'll usually go about 1-3 times a MONTH! Yeah, it's hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LBS's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Still debating on going. We may be home at a decent hour tomorrow but I also HATE being stuck in a "sardine can" when I go to clubs! Oh well, we'll see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! This week, I am WAY too tired &amp;amp; uncreative to think of someone to admire so I will have a double whammy next Friday, the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, til tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-9095949663539286457?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/9095949663539286457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=9095949663539286457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/9095949663539286457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/9095949663539286457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/seriously.html' title='Seriously..........'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-386936765092613352</id><published>2008-04-10T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:04:44.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><title type='text'>Dude....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a weird &amp;amp; awkward day after work. Went home to meet up with mom &amp;amp; LBS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we were going to go shopping for a dress for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LBS's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. It didn't hit for me (for SOME reason) that LBS was going to have mom pay for everything. I don't know why that bothers me so much but it does..... Anyways, the dress she got was SUPER cute. In a way, she looks like Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kardashin&lt;/span&gt; in the dress! So she got a dress, shoes, earrings and a crown to wear on Saturday night. She's going to a club that her "SO" (&lt;--meaning "Significant Other", also known as the "Shit head" that he is to her) will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DJing&lt;/span&gt; at. I hope she has a good time but in the grand tradition of her Birthdays, we were discussing on how it was going to most likely turn to shit, probably thanks to her SO! But honestly, we're trying to be optimistic at the same time! I guess we won't know til Sunday how everything turns out. ANYWAYS! While we were at the mall yesterday, we also went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/span&gt; to get make up but to mainly get new shoes for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to the man's department to look and we found a good pair for my dad. We didn't even bother at looking at the price &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we knew we wanted to get them no matter what. Also, not trying to sound conceited but in truth, we don't need to worry about money, especially since we save and only spend money on very important items/things (i.e.- good shoes for my dad!). We find a salesperson and ask if we can but these shoes in a 12 &amp;amp; the first thing out of his mouth was, "Um, you sure you want those? Did you see how much they cost?" At that point, my mom &amp;amp; I were startled and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thankfully&lt;/span&gt;, my mom said, "I know they're not cheap but I buy these shoes all the time. So please sir, I need these in a 12."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We SO had a "Selena" moment! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know how many of you have ever seen the movie "Selena" but if you have, you know what I'm talking about. If not, rent it! It's Jennifer Lopez's breakout &amp;amp; peak performance rolled into one! Anyways, it really pissed me off how that guy just "assumed" we couldn't afford the shoes when we can buy &amp;amp; sell him a few times over!!! I told my mom to write a letter to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nordstrom's&lt;/span&gt; yet I don't know if she will......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is another date that for SOME ungodly reason I remember so well. I think it was for the simple fact that when it happened, it was SUCH an amazing thing. Too bad it turned out the way it did.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2006, I was working for GE in Irvine, CA. It was in a beautiful building and had the most breathtaking views! I was a receptionist who literally just answered a phone and would basically have a thumb up my ass for most of the day! Got paid pretty good to do that too! Anyways, on this day 2 years ago, some people from the Chicago office came to teach some of our people how to use a new program &amp;amp; one of those people turned out to be a really, really nice guy. Possibly the nicest guy I have EVER met in my life. So nice, I swore he was gay! During his breaks, he would come to talk to me. When we would leave to go home (or him to the hotel across the street), he would walk me to my car. He asked me to lunch one day yet I couldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I took a lunch at a different time than everyone else. On April 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LBS's&lt;/span&gt; birthday, him &amp;amp; I talked about hanging out that night. I told him that I had to go out to eat for my sister's birthday but afterwards, we should definitely get together. Well, he had another idea. He said, "Well, if it's no problem, I could go with you." I was shocked! I have friends &amp;amp; family who don't even like going to eat with my family! (I was kidding!) I called my mom &amp;amp; asked her if it would be cool to bring someone (I had already told her about him) and she was thrilled! Since the place we went to eat at was down the street from my work, there was no point in going all the way home so I asked if we could hang out in his hotel room til dinner, which was at 7:30 &amp;amp; we got off at 5 from work! I was actually afraid, thinking if he tried to take advantage of being in a room or whatnot. Seriously, I don't know why I thought that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; nice!!! We ended up talking for about 2 hrs. about EVERYTHING!!! It was one of those amazing conversations that you only wish you could have everyday of your life..... We go to dinner &amp;amp; I introduce him to my mom, LBS, Cheech (&lt;-- that's what I call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LBS's&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend), my crazy aunt &amp;amp; laid back cousin AB (&lt;-- His nickname is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; Asshole Bitch but it's just simpler to call him AB). Everyone loved him. My sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; right then and there we were met for each other! We had lots in common (even ordering the same thing &amp;amp; not realizing it til it came out!) As the night went on, the more sad I got knowing he was going to leave tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day was harder than I expected. I was devastated and was in a way, heartbroken. Here was this amazing guy I had gotten to know in the past few days &amp;amp; now he's going home, which is 2000 miles away!!! He came to give me a hug goodbye &amp;amp; I did everything not to cry in front of him. Once he left though, it was over! I was crying like a bitch!!! Waterworks galore! Thank god I sat by myself in this HUGE hallway and hardly anyone came by. One of my friends did come by to check on me &amp;amp; she flat out said, "Forget lunch! Just go home an hour early!" I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left work, I was just drained. I knew I also had to go to the gym (This was when I was REALLY good &amp;amp; went to the gym EVERY night after work! I need to do that again...) &amp;amp; go to personal training.... My trainer even felt bad for me and was easy on me that day. Went home &amp;amp; cried with my mom saying how life sucked &amp;amp; all that good shit. After that, I took about a 5 hr. nap that felt like about 5 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 9:06 pm when I woke up. I went on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm addicted like everyone else) and saw I had a friend request and a new message. I sat there thinking, "who the hell sent me anything, let alone, who friend requested me???" Well, as it turned out, he paid attention the night before at dinner when I said that it was hard to find me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;. The only ways you could were through the high school I went to or by my display name. He went on, made an account, looked &amp;amp; found me. I screamed and ran downstairs to tell my family! That was a feeling I will never forget!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we emailed each other EVERY DAY!!! About a month &amp;amp; a half later, I went there to see him. Met his whole family &amp;amp; all his friends. He took me ALL around Chicago (seriously, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; tip- when someone tells you to put on tennis shoes instead of your $2.50 flip flops from Old Navy, listen to them!), walked about 10 miles seeing Magnificent Mile, the Harbor, Navy Pier, Buckingham Fountain, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Millennium&lt;/span&gt; Park..... EVERYWHERE!!!! It was such an amazing trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took turns every month going to see each other. Everything was going great. Then I was let go from GE due to seniority in the position I was in. Things were still great.... until October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we did everyday was either send an email or a text, basically saying, "Hey. I'm alive &amp;amp; breathing. Have a good day." I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that because to think that it would be realistic to be on the phone 3-5 times a day for an hour or so at a time with someone who was in a different time zone than you would be RIDICULOUS!!! We would mainly talk twice a week, usually on Thursday &amp;amp; Sunday nights. When the beginning of October rolled along, there was about 2 weeks that I had absolutely no contact with him. No calls, emails, text, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;pigeon&lt;/span&gt; with a note around its foot, flare in the air.....nothing! It was quite odd since we would at least have some kind of contact once a day! Finally, on October 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, he called. We had about an hour conversation. It was nice. We even talked about him coming out that month. Everything seemed fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I emailed him. To this day, still waiting for a response to that email. October 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of 2007 was the last time I ever heard from him. I would talk to his friends &amp;amp; his friends never said what was wrong. They were first confused like me but, like him, then they stopped contact too. It was quite odd and whenever people would ask what happened, I would say, "You tell me &amp;amp; we'll both know!" I make the joke with one of my friends that for all I know, I still have a boyfriend in Chicago! But yeah, that's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was basically it. I've been so out of it lately, I just feel like a zombie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 5 days last...&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-386936765092613352?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/386936765092613352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=386936765092613352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/386936765092613352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/386936765092613352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/dude.html' title='Dude....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-4626427384565009296</id><published>2008-04-09T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:07:34.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>I don't know why....</title><content type='html'>....But I'm pretty awake today. Not too tired but functioning pretty well..... I will say though that my mind is pretty much a cluster-fuck of thoughts, words, numbers &amp;amp; ideas! My dyslexia is in FULL swing! I can at least say that I do remember how to write 2's though! &lt;--(inside thing.) It's busy here but not crazy. I like it like that. Just have to do a few more things after lunch and I'll be pretty much caught up with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I hung out with a friend from Kindergarten. We went to the infamous "Corner Park" that I go to brown bag it at. It was such great conversation that we didn't realize the 3 hrs. had passed by as if it was 30 mins! It was crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I had to point out to my good friend was how, even if we don't see each other or even hear from each other, we can always meet up &amp;amp; talk as if we just saw each other yesterday. The thing that really blew my mind was the fact that most of my truly great &amp;amp; meaningful friendships are the ones from the people I met in Elementary school. It says alot when I didn't even go to the same school as them after 6th grade! I was still invited to get-togethers, functions &amp;amp; even their High School graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really hard going to that though cuz I felt I should have been down there with them &amp;amp; we should have been celebrating together. Instead, my graduation consisted of us dressing in white gowns, wearing a full &amp;amp; half slip, white panty hoses AND heels &amp;amp; then taking about 45 mins JUST TO WALK IN!!!!! My graduating class had about 175 girls (remember, all-girls CATHOLIC school) compared to El Modena's 700! We had to walk as if we were getting married, no joke! AND!!! No one could cheer. At all! They even made the announcement TWICE that if you were caught cheering, you would be asked to leave or be escorted out by security.... It was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I truly do treasure my friendships from Prospect Elementary, especially since it seems like most of the people I met afterward were assholes. Ok, let me be fair-- I met my best friend of all time playing softball, one of my best friends in the world I met by taking dance classes in L.A., another one of my friends is from high school &amp;amp; another was met through a mutual friend. Other than that, I have friends/acquaintances that I'll speak to ever so often. But the saying that it's all about "quality over quantity" is SO true!!! Took me about 24 years to realize that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's so much more to say but I must go! I'll be back, hopefully same time, but definitely same place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta Manana,&lt;br /&gt;yo =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-4626427384565009296?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4626427384565009296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=4626427384565009296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4626427384565009296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4626427384565009296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-know-why.html' title='I don&apos;t know why....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-2502672082155519502</id><published>2008-04-08T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:05:45.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I admire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories....'/><title type='text'>One week....</title><content type='html'>...and it'll ALL be over! Well, until next year around February 1st. You know, I worked at a firm last year and yeah it was busy &amp;amp; I was tired but MAN, I'm wiped out this year! Yet, like I mentioned before, I'm doing a HELL of a lot more than I did last year at the other firm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the part came in at approx. 10:15 am!!! Was SUPER excited cuz I was actually SUPER nervous it wasn't! JSC (my boss) is so laid back it's ridiculous. Yeah, he was semi-cranky yesterday but he informed me he was so it was ok. When I told him I was afraid it wasn't going to come in, he was like, "Well then, we would have just gone to the Post Office." But he was excited as well when it came in. The stamps look SOOOO good! Ok, I know EVERYTHING I just wrote sounds so lame. Why would my boss &amp;amp; I get that excited for how a stamp looks??? Easy. It's the little things in life, people! What can we say.... We're simpletons. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned at the end of my post yesterday, today is a date that's important to remember in our family. Today is the 3 year anniversary of my grandmother passing away. She was 84. It's weird to think of her not being here anymore. Only seems like yesterday, I would call her just to say hi. You could say she was a "simpleton" as well yet she was something! She was the one who was in charge of the family. It was basically her way or no way. If it wasn't, oh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her thing in life was always having something to worry about or as we call them, "temas". There was a "tema" for EVERYDAY! My dad would do everything to make sure of one not happening yet it didn't matter. She always came up with something.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many memories &amp;amp; stories that remind me &amp;amp; think of her. Here's just a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Sundays at her house and going to Arby's&lt;br /&gt;- Playing on the swing set she bought just for my sister &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;- The time I jumped off a high stool &amp;amp; fell on a hard piece of grass when I was 5. To this day, I still have the scar on my knee.&lt;br /&gt;- When she would go in the little Target pool with us in the backyard. I remember this one time I turned around and she fell back and all the water was flowing out!!! I, at the age of 4, had to help her up!&lt;br /&gt;- The time we had to hide in the backyard cuz her friend (who had the beginnings of Alzheimer's) came to the front door &amp;amp; wouldn't leave for like an hour! My grandma didn't want to deal with her so we just stayed in the back, being as quiet as possible.&lt;br /&gt;- Her black beans and rice....... Anyone who ever had them knows what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;- Knowing I'm the only one out of all her grandchilden who got to have a drink with her. I really treasure that! =)&lt;br /&gt;- How, no matter what, she would always have clothes for me. 9 out of 10 times, they were BAD!!! But she did slip a few great things in there.&lt;br /&gt;- And most importantly, that after God &amp;amp; the Pope, she would tell me that the 2 most important people in her life were my dad &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. The last one sounds kinda messed up, especially since she actually said that in front of LBS too but honestly, that made me feel so special. That's something I will always hold close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL,&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-2502672082155519502?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2502672082155519502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=2502672082155519502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2502672082155519502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2502672082155519502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-week.html' title='One week....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-6808182768351164468</id><published>2008-04-07T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:59:50.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Word to the wise.....</title><content type='html'>When a Cuban woman, who is not feeling well, didn't get a good night's sleep &amp;amp; is dealing with tax season at both work &amp;amp; home, don't piss her off! You're just going to get your ass served right back at you &amp;amp; most of the time, it won't be pretty! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, I had to write this at home. There was just NO time at work today!!! Even when there was time, RJL's wife came in and she took the computer I usually go on at lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me tell what happened today to make this Cuban woman pissed. When I got into work today, there was a note on the postage machine saying that it wasn't really working properly. Even after playing with it for awhile, I finally just called the company that made the postage machine. Ok, let me go on a semi-tangent &amp;amp; ask a simple question- what ever happened to customer service? Why is it so hard to get someone who's whole job is to make sure you are a very satisfied and know how to handle themselves on the phone??? It is insane how bad customer service rep. have gotten in the past years. Whenever I get someone who is relatively competent, I over compliment them and inform them on what they have just done is SO out of the ordinary!!! Anyways, I'm on the phone with the CSR for about 15-20 &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the person is talking this low &amp;amp; I can barely hear them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I tell the guy, "You need to speak up cuz I have you on speaker &amp;amp; I'm going to be talking to you from across the room where the machine is located." Well, what do you know??? The guy can speak up! Ugh, so he has me doing all this shit that I have already done &amp;amp; I have told him that it's not working, just send me the part I need. He then informs me that he can send it but it'll take about a few days, unless I want to pay $20 for overnight shipping. I'm irritated at this point but I go to ask my boss what he wants to do. He just wants the part now but like hell if we're paying for OS. So when I get back on the phone, I ask to speak to his supervisor cuz I know if you go higher up, they just want to shut you up &amp;amp; make you happy. The guy gets all nervous. I tell him I just want to speak to him and see what we can do. Well, I guess in "trying" to connect me, he hangs up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, that's it. It's over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now passed perturbed to venom coming out of me!!! This was SUCH an irritating phone call to make, we need to have our postage machine working since we have a WEEK left of the season and I'm hung up on. Oh no.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try calling them back but after 10 mins, they call me. At that point, I just flat out said, "This is what needs to be done-- You need to send me the part, overnight and not charge me." It was the supervisor &amp;amp; he was like, "Well, we can send it overnight but we need to charge you."......Ok, I don't know if many of you know how Cubans are but one thing we're known for is being loud. I get VERY loud. &lt;--(ask ANYONE who knows me) To finally get my point across, I say as loud as I can without breaking eardrums in the office, "Listen, I have been in customer service for about 10 years and one thing I know is that you need to do everything &amp;amp; anything to make the customer happy and what you need to do to make me happy is to do what I have just asked for... You're going to send me the part, overnight, no charge....You hear me!?" Well, that worked. =) We'll see if it is here in the morning.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LBS then called about an hour later to inform me of the comment she left on Myspace &lt;-- (If you don't know about what LBS did, read "April 6th" post). Let me paste it on to show you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can we make a deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering this week is my bday week and, i mean well lemme remind you of past horrid birthdays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- grandpa has a paralyzing stroke&lt;br /&gt;don't remember 15 or 16 so they must've not been very good...&lt;br /&gt;17- all i remember is im sure my loser ex did something to piss me off&lt;br /&gt;18- Wade Robson "great idea" dance class&lt;br /&gt;19- infamous leap frog table incident&lt;br /&gt;20- again, my loser ex crashed my bday party spun out of his mind in Fullerton&lt;br /&gt;21- grandma dies a slow, painful, inevitable death with the day after my bday followed by her rosary&lt;br /&gt;22...was decent i must admit...&lt;br /&gt;and 23- you and erik totally screw it up like royally (i dont need to remind you what you 2 bastards did, but i love you both anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;i know i deserve retribution for pulling a Naomi Campbell on you, but can it wait til next week? pa-leez? thaaaaannnnnxxxxx!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ROLLING!!! I told her to read my blog to let her know what I was planning on doing anyways..... After last night though, I did inform her that she does in to be on her best behavior cuz if she's not, come April 14th, I'm definitely going to get her back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kinda go back to what LBS was saying though, she has had some pretty shitty bdays. I don't know how it happens but it does. And it's just not bad, it's horrendous! Hopefully something decent can happen this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom made another dank ass dinner, Filthy Animal looks really fat but REALLY cute, Dad's leg is kinda looking better but not..... It's also hot around the area and that doesn't make me feel good. He made a Dr.'s appt. to get it checked out but it's not til the 21st. I'm "douching"&lt;--(one of my favorite adjectives!) it out with peroxide and bandaging it up but I'm saying we need to get him in ASAP!!! He's using the reason that it's the end of tax season and he has no time to go to the Dr. yet he totally blew it last night saying how he isn't that busy.....I think I'm going to call my Dr. to see if I can get him in this week instead of 2 weeks from now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to bed. Once again, super tired! I had the weirdest night of sleep. I almost felt as if I was in the movie "Groundhog's Day". I kept waking up and everything seem like DeJaVu! I was also having some weird dreams, like Cameron Diaz was a coke head &amp;amp; Madonna was trying to get her sober..... Shit like that.... Ugh, I think I need to stop eating Little Caesar's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a kinda big date. I'll type it up through out the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TT,&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-6808182768351164468?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6808182768351164468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=6808182768351164468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6808182768351164468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6808182768351164468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/word-to-wise.html' title='Word to the wise.....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-1142334683486418965</id><published>2008-04-06T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:54:23.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>blah.</title><content type='html'>I did absolutely nothing today.... Other than going to go get food, I laid in bed all day&amp;amp; that was that! LBS came over. She did something very stupid and disrespectful to me. Instead of watching a movie with my mom, she came into my room to see what I was doing. What she ended up doing was picking up my blackberry &amp;amp; thought she was being cute. Then decided to throw it at my head &amp;amp; it hit the wall &amp;amp; then the floor, HARD! Now she's fearing her life! Kinda funny but she did piss me off..... I'll probably let it go for a few more days to let her think I'm going to do something to get her back but I probably won't. Maybe I'll just make that her Birthday gift.....  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to a friend since kindergarten late Friday night/early Saturday morning. It was a good hour &amp;amp; a half conversation about life &amp;amp; how people are in it. So many people come in &amp;amp; out of our lives that you never know &amp;amp; what will happen. She was hurt &amp;amp; disappointed by a friend of hers. I told her that the older we get, when it comes to friendships &amp;amp; relationships, it's all about "quality over quantity". I think that's one of the best things someone can hear or learn in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looked up to see if I could purchase tickets for another show that I want to see when I'm in New York. The other play I want to see is "Spring Awakening" but I guess it's too soon to purchase tickets that far in advance. Went on You Tube today &amp;amp; I finally found the 10 year anniversary performances of RENT. It was performed by the original cast &amp;amp; just watching it on my computer, I was tearing it! There's some talk that they may have them perform for the last show but I doubt it. It would be amazing though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm going to end this since I'm not feeling too good.... I hope I'm not getting something cuz when I get sick, I GET SICK! =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to you at about 12:45-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-1142334683486418965?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1142334683486418965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=1142334683486418965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1142334683486418965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1142334683486418965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/blah.html' title='blah.'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-6245348231211096125</id><published>2008-04-05T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T04:55:14.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging on the road'/><title type='text'>On the road again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;During tax season, I go with my dad to do taxes out of our house. We travel all around! This is me telling of our day (check in about every hour for updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:50am- I wake up from about 6 hrs. of sleep. Still kinda tired (didn't realize my shirt was backwards and inside out when I first put it on!) But got ready in about 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:41am- Been sitting downstairs waiting for my dad for the past 20 mins. that way we can be on our way. I go to the car to input where we're going today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:44am- MY GOD! We're going FAR today! Lake Elsinore- 40 miles, Menifee- 60 miles &amp;amp; to top it off, Nuevo- 75 miles... This is all one way from our house! Oh it's going to be a long day... I can feel it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:38am- Get to the first house. I guess these people couldn't wait last year &amp;amp; went somewhere else to get their taxes done... Doing that, they went to someone who messed up their return last year. Boy, it's a fiasco here!!! Between having a rental that wasn't claimed last year to a being involved with a  business that lost over 50 grand, I can see how depressed my dad is going to be when we get in the car... I know these people are nice but I think they're going to have to go on "the list". My dad has been telling them how going into business by yourself can be scary &amp;amp; risky but they didn't listen. Another refinance... Then the lady (husband isn't here) admits that she wished they would have listened to my dad... Oh well! Their loss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:37pm- We're finally leaving this house... It has been a mess! I know my dad is going to vent like all holy hell the MOMENT his closes the door to the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:39pm- OH SHIT! We're not even close to leaving!!! We have 2 more to do at this house! Ugh... We're so not getting home home til 1 in the morning... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:08pm- My dad is now putting everything away! We're finally leaving! On to a sweet lady's home that we've known forever! But I have a feeling it's going to be depressing there too... We're on our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:41pm- So I couldn't write at the last house cuz was no reception! Quick recap- nice lady is related to the people at the first house... AKA- she got taken advantage by her own kids to support them while the business was suffering... At least she got the claim basically everyone as dependants... We left there pretty fast... I'll write about the house we're leaving right now at the next spot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:39pm- So last house we were at was a guy that I "went to school with", which means he went to the all-boys school as I went to the all-girls school. They were our "brother" school... Anyways, the thing about this guy is that he lives about 50 miles (one way)from work and that's not even the weirdest thing about this situation! They bought a house that is literally in the middle of nowhere! Actually, you could say that they live on Mars! Seriously, when you think of Mars, what do you imagine??? If you said red rock &amp;amp; dirt, you're exactly right! They paid A LOT for the house too! They're nice but it almost seems like they have no idea what they're doing! I was talking to the guy while my dad did his return that's why I didn't get to type that much... Left there after about 35 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to the next house, the damn navigation screwed up and had us going in a circle! Oh well... We got to the next house in Menifee  &amp;amp; my dad informed me that this was someone he used to work with when he was a truck driver. When I walked in, I was in awe! Their backyard is mind-blowing gorgeous!!! They're about 15 feet away from a lake! It's an amazing view! I'll try to take a pic... This man is originally from Scotland. I know he looks like someone but I just can't think of who.&lt;--(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE: Figured it out- Malcolm McDowell&lt;/span&gt;) Kinda crass and basically tells his wife to sit there and not say anything. This guy seems to have a decent head on his shoulders yet when he asks my dad something, he thinks he's lying... I think this is the first time my dad has ever done his return. We'll see if he'll call again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a little depressing but not as bad as we thought. The day is not over yet though... K, going to take a break cuz my phone is getting hot &amp;amp; I think my fingers are starting to cramp up... I'll write when I get to the next place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:06pm- So we're at the next house but I'm staying the car to make some calls to see if there's a chance we can go to the 2 houses in Nuevo before the we go to the other ones in Corona... It would make life worth living if we could do that! I'm just waiting to hear from one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:18pm- YES!!! Got the calls from the people in Nuevo and we'll be going over there and then to Corona... If it didn't work out, I truly feel we wouldn't get home til about 12 or 1... Now there's a good chance we could be home at about 10-ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last house, I got to take a pic of the backyard... I hope I can put it on here cuz it's truly stunning! I was thinking that the backyard was going to be the best thing to talk about from that house until I saw the pics on their refrigerator. I'm all being nosy and looking at the pics &amp;amp; noticed someone that looked really familiar... It was Terry O'Quinn, "John Locke" from "Lost"! He was posing with the grandkids of the people we were at. According to them, "Locke" was super nice &amp;amp; talked to them for about 30 mins. You know, all I have ever heard is how nice the people from "Lost" are! I hope I get to run into one of them someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, on the way to Nuevo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:56- Arrived to the 1st house. The great thing about coming here is the 2 people we're going to see, they live RIGHT next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first people we were seeing were new yet my dad has been doing the folks taxes for years!!! We're at the folks house for the 2nd time to do the daughter's return. The father of the woman's return we're doing is one of the few clients that passed away this year. His wife (her mother) is just a sweetheart! They have 2 great dogs as well! I told her I was going to take the Rottweiler home! Well, nothing bad here... On to the next door neighbor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:06pm- Ok, this guy- He's been a client of my father's for well over 20 years. He's listens &amp;amp; does EVERYTHING my dad tells him to do. Basically, a perfect client! His only flaw? The epitome of a womanizer!!! He's been divorced twice in a matter of 4 years and except for tonight, always seems to have another woman with him. I could also tell he was drinking cuz he was kinda slurring... But, I must say-- he's one of the reasons I got my tax license! The first time I ever met him, he was concerned about the well-being of my father and what going to happen once he were to stop doing taxes. He was  so worried, I ended up saying, "Don't worry, everything will be ok &amp;amp; you'll been taken care  of"... It was then that I knew I had to get my license and really start learning &amp;amp; soaking in everything! My dad charged him $70 but he not only gave my dad $80 but gave me a $20!!! Woot.... =) Alright, on to the last 2 houses in Corona!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:07pm- Right off the bat, I told my dad I was going to go get us something to eat. Other than we had not eaten since we left the house but I already had planned I was NOT going to step into these people's house!!! I'm done with them! These are people who literally look at my dad as the man who comes to input shit &amp;amp; tell them how much of a ridiculous refund they will get! He has been giving them advice for YEARS and they have wiped their asses with it! When they originally bought that house, they got it about 12-14 years at about $150,000 and EVERY year, they would refinance and as of last year, they owed $502,000!!!!! Yeah...... Also,what happened when we came last year was the "cherry on top", "last straw" and the epitome of a "fuck you" all rolled into one! When we walked in, I noticed they were watching "Apocalypto".....I was semi-interested when I heard it yet after 30 seconds, I was done with the movie. WAY too violent yet even when I was pretty damn obvious that it was bothering me without saying "this is bothering me", they kept it on &amp;amp; even put it up, all while my dad was doing their return! THEN the 20 year old daughter, who was about 4-5 months pregnant, comes in thinking her shit don't stink cuz "she did her taxes all by herself".....Too bad she 1- didn't do them right &amp;amp; 2- DIDN'T HAVE ALL HER W-2!!! Ugh, and the mom......She just bothers me.....She honestly tries to find ways of getting money in, to the point of even doing foster care!!! From the movie to the actions of this woman, I wanted to throw up all around! It was just disgusting and I literally went off when we got into the car last year &amp;amp; informed my dad I would NEVER step foot in that house for as long as I live. Let's just say, they're DEFINITELY on the list for being "weeded out"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm here waiting in line at In &amp;amp; Out..... If you have NEVER gotten the pleasure of trying In &amp;amp; Out, next time you go to Vegas (this is for the people in the mid west &amp;amp; east coast), hit one up!!! You won't regret it! It's so popular &amp;amp; delicious that there's ALWAYS a line &amp;amp; you usually wait about 10 mins or so but it's worth the wait!!! They even have a secret menu.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:43pm- I'm sitting in the car waiting for my dad to come out &amp;amp; eating my dank-ass In &amp;amp; Out when I hear that Charlton Heston has passed away. I immediately start calling my mom. I inform her &amp;amp; then tell her I have to call my CAM..... See, what most people don't know is that when something big, especially when someone passes away, I am usually the first one to find out (usually thanks to my "sites" but tonight it was thanks to 1070 talk radio.... who knew!?) So, I did my duties of calling everyone I'm suppose to inform.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:48pm- My dad gets in the car &amp;amp; I inform him about Charlton Heston. He was a lil sad. I will never forget how heartbroken my dad was when Johnny Carson passed away, ESPECIALLY since it was on my dad's birthday! It was quite a bittersweet day for him..... When he gets into the car, he tells me that these people who I can't stand have now filed for chapter 13 bankruptcy. Honestly, not shocked. I'm more shocked they have a home. But they do have flame rims on their raised trucks! I'm sorry but karma's a mother fucking bitch &amp;amp; I hate to say it but they deserve this!!! My dad has given them SO much help &amp;amp; advice! It's their faults for not listening to it &amp;amp; taking advantage of it! So long! On to the last house.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:54pm- Seriously, it was a block &amp;amp; a half away....... We lucked out with each city we went to cuz everyone was in a 2-3 mile radius TOPS!!! These people are really nice. Nothing bad to say. Dad wanted me to go call a woman to see if we could stop by her house to get the money to open an IRA for her so called my mom for the woman's #. Both her &amp;amp; LBS were at the house &amp;amp; I ended up talking to them for about 15-20 mins. on the phone. Ended up calling the woman &amp;amp; had a full on conversation with her in Spanish!!! I was starting to get nervous, I could tell. So I thanked her (we couldn't stop by cuz she didn't have the check book) and started to head home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:35pm- Well, we left the last house at about 9:30-ish. When I turned the car on, the traffic came on and said there was some heavy duty traffic on the 91. I said, "F that! We're taking the streets to pass that shit!" See, I'm not a fan of traffic, at ALL! That's one of the reasons why I know my way around So. Cal so well. I avoid traffic as much as possible! OC has gotten almost, if not, as bad as LA traffic! So, it took a lil longer to get home but at least we were moving the whole time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:46am- When we first walked into the house, I went to my room &amp;amp; the time was 10:35. Pretty good for driving to 11 houses and about 150 miles today! Talked to my mom and cleaned out a wound on my dad's leg for him. I noticed his leg at the "House on Mars"......It was infected, I could tell RIGHT away! I told my dad the moment we got home, I was going to "douche it out" with peroxide &amp;amp; then bandage it up. My mom saw it &amp;amp; right away said that she's taking him to the Dr. on Monday. It's just scary he's not concerned about being diabetic (on insulin shots!) &amp;amp; then getting cuts &amp;amp; not taking care of them. We just don't know what to do......=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, it's now 12:57am and I'm tired. This was some post! To anyone who read this, thanks &amp;amp; you're woot! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til I wake up in about 8-10 hrs.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-6245348231211096125?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/6245348231211096125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=6245348231211096125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6245348231211096125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/6245348231211096125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-3540827271535601311</id><published>2008-04-04T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:06:02.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I admire'/><title type='text'>Alright....</title><content type='html'>12:52 pm- I have 13 mins. to write this! Yeah.....Not going to happen! This is SO something I'll be writing all day! Thankfully, all I have to do is file about 60-ish tax files, input the deposit &amp;amp; docket info &amp;amp; scan.....So maybe I'll get a chance when I finish everything here at work. If not, there's always home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Last night was a really nice &amp;amp; cool night, literally &amp;amp; figuratively! Got home &amp;amp; was talking to my mom &amp;amp; her friend who comes over to help sort &amp;amp; file stuff for my dad. Then I was tired so I decided to go lay in bed but right when I did that, my mom called me back down to inform me my "2nd family" was there. When I was a little girl, I had TONS of babysitters. Before the age of 2, I had about 7! My mom finally got lucky &amp;amp; worked with this guy who's mom could babysit. She &amp;amp; her family treated my sister &amp;amp; I as if we were one of theirs. To this day, I still love them as if they were a part of my family. So, anyways, they came over to bring their tax stuff over &amp;amp; we were catching up. Mrs. Gutierrez (the woman who took care of me) still looks the same from when I first started going over there when I was 2 yet she's about 80-ish though &amp;amp; is about 4'10"! She's such a great lady &amp;amp; in my opinion, the most amazing steam tress (well, after Mr. Siriano, of course!)! She's made a few dresses for me, the last being my homecoming dress senior year, which fit me like a glove &amp;amp; was amazing!!! My DREAM is to have her make my wedding dress yet she's getting older and they're saying that she'll probably stop sewing soon..... Honestly, I wouldn't want ANYONE else to make it other than her. My mom has even said to have her make it now for me &amp;amp; then just have it taken in or altered once I do get married.....I know it sounds ridiculous but I may end up doing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:05 pm- Alright, 13 mins. is up. Gotta go back to work..... I'll finish this in a little bit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:09 pm- Wow. So, I came home about 6-ish. Talked to my mom for about an hour &amp;amp; then passed out!!! I woke up about an hour ago..... Was very "Continental" by have dinner at 10:15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:46 am- Well, I think I have now showed how I am I lager! How am I not asleep?! I need to be out of the house by 10 in the morning!!!! Alright, let me finish this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was I??? Thursday night..... After the Gutierrez's left, I went back to lay in bed. Around 9:30, I was bored so I asked PH if she wanted to go "brown bag" it at the little park by our house. She liked the idea so we were on our way. We went to go get a 24oz. of Mikes Hard cranberry lemonade each &amp;amp; headed to the park. It's a cute little park on a corner near Old Town Orange that Ho &amp;amp; I found about 6 years ago. They have a few chess/checker tables &amp;amp; we'll just sit there &amp;amp; talk for hours. Well, for the first time EVER, PH &amp;amp; I decided to actually play checkers! We used twigs &amp;amp; flower petals as pieces and let me just say, for me having my mind be a cluster-fuck these days with Tax Season, I not only won but kicked PH's ass!!! I had all my pieces on the board at the end of the game!!! It was a good feeling. I hadn't played checkers in FOREVER and forgot how quiet the game is..... All in all, a nice night (about 65 degrees) &amp;amp; very relaxing. Yeah, that's how I roll. I'm a wild child, can't you tell???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been home from work for about 9 hrs. now, I can tell you about the MAJOR filing job I did! There were about 75-100 files I had to put away &amp;amp; I did it in exactly 58 mins! Hence one of the reason I feel asleep hardcore when I got home! I even took pics on my phone but for some reason, I can't transfer pics from my blackberry to my computer and it's pissing me off! Everything is getting a lil crazier yet it's going to calm down in about a week &amp;amp; a half. Well, at least at work it will. At home, we'll still have about another month or so of weekend traveling to do. OH! I also forgot to mention- for the first time in about 2 &amp;amp; 1/2 years, I'm getting direct deposit!!! May not mean a lot to others yet I hate going to the bank to deposit money! It's out of the way (ok, I'm lazy!) &amp;amp; I just don't like going (cuz I'm lazy!). So I was SUPER excited today to see it in my account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better end this since it's now 3:08 in the morning! Before I do, since it is Friday, I'm picking my someone to admire. This week I pick Mr. Gene "Bean" Baxter. He is a Radio DJ in L.A. on KROQ. He is part of the VERY popular "Kevin &amp;amp; Bean" show. If you don't live in L.A., you can listen to them online. The whole morning show crew is great but I feel I relate to Bean the most with all of his random tidbits &amp;amp; thoughts in life. He is another one of my infamous "sites" I check out EVERYDAY! The best part of his blog though is "Tater Tot Fridays". I LIVE FOR THEM!!!! What it is it's his 8 year old (she'll be 9 on April 15th) English Bulldog &amp;amp; every Friday, he posts how she's doing &amp;amp; puts up a new pic of her. She is the cutest thing EVER and I feel it's the closest I'll get to having a Bulldog anytime soon! I got a chance to talk to him in person a few years ago &amp;amp; I showed him how I put a pic of her on my phone. He was touched &amp;amp; showed me his phone with a pic of her! He, at that time, proclaimed me to be the "#1 Tater Tot fan"! It was an honor &amp;amp; I hope I still hold it to this day! Check out his site when you have a chance.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, &lt;--(I seriously did not think I was going to say that word so much! I didn't think it would have really been the theme of this post either!!! =)~ ) I'm off! I'll be posting from the road, doing live blogging from each house &amp;amp; from the beginning too! So, expect possible the longest post ever! (Cuz I post such small post... yeah....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you in about 7 hrs.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-3540827271535601311?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3540827271535601311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=3540827271535601311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3540827271535601311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3540827271535601311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/alright.html' title='Alright....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-4532674932107595276</id><published>2008-04-03T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T03:33:46.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Crap....</title><content type='html'>I have approx. 19 mins left of lunch........Am I going to be able to finish this before my lunch is over??? We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I assembled 17 returns in about 3 hrs. It sucked yet I felt like I really accomplished A LOT! I was feeling pretty good til I got in my car &amp;amp; my upper body was SO sore! It was as if I had been working out for 3 hrs. When I got home, I figured out why I was so sore-while I would assemble, I would tense up/flex my shoulders and yeah, 3 hr workout &amp;amp; hella sore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right when I got home, I made dinner for everyone. You know, people think I'm just this lazy ass who knows nothing &amp;amp; doesn't do anything but you know what? F-you if you think that about me! I know how to cook, clean, work my ass off &amp;amp; I can get around anywhere in Southern California without asking for directions or a map! Anyways, my mom went to keep a friend company in the hospital while she was waiting to have surgery so I stayed home &amp;amp; answered the phone. As sad/bad as it sounds, the time where my Spanish is pretty good is during tax season. I can understand EVERYTHING but I can't have very long conversation cuz I'll get nervous or forget how to say something &amp;amp; feel like an idiot.  My folks (well, my dad) didn't want my sister &amp;amp; I to learn Spanish when we were young cuz coming from Cuba (or anywhere really) back in the day, they didn't want their kids to learn Spanish! They felt that since they were in the U.S., there was no point. Well, as my father would say, "Wrong, Buffalo breath." So the Spanish I have learned is through listening to other speak and I mainly hear Spanish during tax season (75% of the clientele is Hispanic) So I practiced my Spanish yesterday. didn't end up going to the movie cuz PH had a date......woot! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched repeats &amp;amp; stuff I has already watched on my DVR that weren't erased. I actually didn't watch American Idol! Well, I do have it taped so I'll just watch about 7 1/2 mins of it tonight (seriously, thank god for a DVR!). I know what happens anyways just for the fact it's on every news outlet online but I read all about it thanks to Kathy on JunkMag.com! She writes up a live blog while watching it and it is SO much more enjoyable reading her blog than watching AI!!!!  Was BRUTALLY exhausted &amp;amp; feel asleep hard last night! I think it was one of the few times I actually slept through the night. It was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, 3 mins. left. I think I'll end it here. Pretty much caught up with everything at work. I'll just be doing some hardcore filing soon! Well, I better spell check this since I now have 2 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-4532674932107595276?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4532674932107595276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=4532674932107595276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4532674932107595276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4532674932107595276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/crap.html' title='Crap....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-31512173986760001</id><published>2008-04-02T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:27:05.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories....'/><title type='text'>The Pope &amp; my grandma</title><content type='html'>You know, it's weird. I know what to say. I actually wrote a blog about it when it first happened 3 years ago on Myspace.... Why can't I start this one?! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I should start with all the coverage when the Pope was dying..... It was sad. Like I've mentioned a few times, I'm not a very religious person yet when it comes to the Pope, I always felt he was a decent guy. It must have been my grandma's influence on me. See, for as long as I can remember, my grandma was all about God &amp;amp; the Pope. She was a VERY religious woman. Went to church quite often and to this day (in honor of her), I have a Jesus clip &amp;amp; Rosary she gave me to keep in my car while I drive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, let's actually go back a little further to about '99-'00..... I was hanging out with friends that introduced me to their friends and it was this big o' group of us. Since I lived in Orange County &amp;amp; these friends of mine lived in San Diego County, whenever I would visit, everyone would make a big deal about it. Well, I guess one of the girls who was a friend of a friend got irked and actually said, "Who does she think she is, the Pope?!" At first, I was a lil' perturbed yet when everything was going on with Pope John Paul II, I was finding out all sorts of things about him &amp;amp; he wasn't all that bad. Actually, after I found out a particular story, he wasn't bad at all.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was April 2nd &amp;amp; the Pope has now passed away. All I could think about was how my grandma was going to take it, especially since she had been sick for awhile and the doctors had said she didnt have that much more time left...... There was no way to hide it from her since it was all over the TV...... She was in the hospital at the time of his death so my mom &amp;amp; I went to visit her. We walked in and she seemed fine. The TV was on and she was watching all the coverage. So we were just talking &amp;amp; whatnot and then I remembered that she went to the Vatican like 15 years ago. Then my mom could have sworned that my grandma met the Pope. Well, all we had to do was put our stories together cuz my grandma met the Pope at the Vatican! Here's what she told us that day, 3 years ago:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she went to the Vatican, the Pope was there and greeting people inside. I'm not sure if someone pushed her, fainted or was overwhelmed but she fell &amp;amp; hit her head. When she got up, she looked and there was the Pope. He then walked up to her &amp;amp; rubbed her head and said, "Aww". Then went on his way. I found that story out 6 days before she passed away. She passed away, appropriately, during the Pope's funeral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found that to be such a great story and I thought I would share it. It's something I know I'll always remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-31512173986760001?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/31512173986760001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=31512173986760001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/31512173986760001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/31512173986760001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/pope-my-grandma.html' title='The Pope &amp; my grandma'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-2813419432666408846</id><published>2008-04-02T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:35:56.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Have you ever felt.....</title><content type='html'>.....like throwing yourself down on the ground &amp;amp; having a temper tantrum as if you were 4 or 5 years old???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's how I felt this morning when I got to work......... There was so many little things to do and I just didn't want to do them! I just wanted to roll around like a little kid, kick my legs around and just repeat "NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!!!", even adding that HORRENDOUS screeching scream that kids do! But, as of right now, I have caught up on everything except for assembling (there's about 15-20) tax returns...... Boo. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened yesterday........ Went to LBS's work &amp;amp; hung out. Got back home to find that mom had made stuff to have tostadas for dinner (it was DANK!) and watched AI (seriously, Dolly Parton songs???). I decided to take a shower last night instead of the morning to give myself a few more mins to sleep in the morning. What I found out when I was literally ready to step inside the shower was that we had NO conditioner!!! Ok, that's just taboo! So I wrap a towel around my manatee ass &amp;amp; search the house for some. Turns out the only stuff we had was either PH (she wasn't home &amp;amp; I didn't want to use it w/out asking) &amp;amp; the stuff my mom uses. So I opted to use my mom's stuff........ Ok, my head feels ok now but last night, it had this continuous cooling feel to my head, as if I was washing my hair with Vick's Vapor Rub (or as my grandma would say in her thick Cuban accent- "Bicks Bavar Rube") It was an insane feeling but hey, it did it's job! In other words, I need to make a MAJOR Target run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that happened yesterday was that I called an old friend to wish him a Happy Birthday. I actually thought that the convo would have turned out a lil better but it was just a quick lil call. He &amp;amp; I lost contact a while ago and I guess there's no hope (as of right now) for us to reconcile. But it was a nice convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my folks got haircuts yesterday. My poor mom. This woman gives my mom a good hair cut yet the way she styles it, she makes my mom look like an old lady! I guess yesterday the woman did a better job but my mom's hair gets flat super quick &amp;amp; easy so I never really saw it. My dad on the other hand, FINALLY got a hair cut!!! He seriously looked like a guy who could easily walk into a mall during Christmas time &amp;amp; get a job playing Santa! Since he's all white &amp;amp; gray and it had been quite a while since he cut it, he would have been the most legit Santa out there! As it is, at some of the houses we've gone to, there were at least a few kids this year that have asked me if my dad was Santa. I told them yes. Then they would ask why he was there. I said that way he could check up on them and also make a lil money on the side til Christmas. One time, I was totally into it, thinking the little girl was all sweet and then she turns a curve ball and asks me why I'm fat. I thought it was nice so I told her, "cuz God hates me" &amp;amp; if she wasn't a good girl, the same thing would happen to her...... I know, I'm bad &amp;amp; horrible and will go straight to hell (like I wasn't already going....)but before she asked me that, she was hitting me with her 200 page book containing every story ever written! So that was my way of getting her back........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized at about 10:30-ish that today is the 3rd anniversary of the Pope passing away. Now, me, who is NOT religious yet did go to Catholic school for about 6 years, why would I really remember that date? Well, other than I remember dates REALLY well (seriously, I can remember most of the dates I meet people &amp;amp; whatnot!), 3 years ago today, my grandma told me an amazing story about her and the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post it later since I only have a few mins left of lunch but I PROMISE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Back Later,&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-2813419432666408846?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/2813419432666408846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=2813419432666408846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2813419432666408846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/2813419432666408846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-you-ever-felt.html' title='Have you ever felt.....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-8021404097160809077</id><published>2008-04-01T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:35:38.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>OH.....MY........GOD.</title><content type='html'>I can not believe how tired I am!!!! WHY!? Why am I this tired?! Yeah, I know...Tax season and all yet I would imagine that the CPAs I work with would be more exhausted than me......Then, I realized, I'm doing all their work after they input the numbers on the tax forms.....I'm assembling, scanning, docketing, doing Data Entry, billing, packaging, filing &amp;amp; whatever else I tend to forget! I'm not bad mouthing them at all......It just hit me on that's probably why I'm more tired or out of it than them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad on the other hand, does EVERYTHING himself......I'll probably start helping him this Sunday at home, getting everything in some kind of order yet he's been doing better this year than usual when it comes to having shit done &amp;amp; in order. I finally got the OK from him when it comes to "weeding" down the clientele for next year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned before, my dad doesn't need the money.....He basically does this for the hell of it &amp;amp; to help out anyone he can.........Here's the problem though- My dad is helping out people who don't want to be helped OR they don't listen to his advice &amp;amp; then fuck themselves AND THEN expect him to help them get out of the mess they got themselves in, all to just get themselves in the mess again! It makes him angry but most of all, it hurts &amp;amp; disappoints him when others do that so why not get rid of them!? He's got PLENTY of clients, most who keep referring him to more people every year! So I told my mother to start putting stars next to people's names who give attitude to her, are rude, don't know their ass from a hole in the ground &amp;amp; whatever feeling we may get that they're not, in a sense, worthy of the treatment my father provides for basically NO cost!!! Ok, I know it sounds bad to say "worthy" yet tell me, when you get you taxes done, do you have someone drive to your house, even if you live 75 miles away, ONE WAY??? And how much do you pay to go get them done somewhere??? $150, $200 at least? So, wouldn't you say getting your taxes done in the comfort of your own home for about $75-$100 would be a deal of a lifetime??? I thought so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm going to keep reminding you bitches (Oh yeah, for you who don't know me that way, that's a term of endearment.....get used to it...) to watch "How I Met Your Mother"! Seriously! Ok, for all the crap shit Reality shows on TV (Like, starting April 8th-- "Secret Talents of the Stars" on CBS.... Yeah.), you have this witty &amp;amp; intelligent show that NO ONE IS WATCHING!!!!! Thanks to Britney Spears' appearance, it got picked up for another season but it was on the brink of being cancelled!!! COME ON PEOPLE!!! If my LBS, who only watches mindless "unscripted" TV that only kills brain cells at an alarming rate, not only watches it but laughs harder than me at times, you KNOW it's good! Also, Neil Patrick Harris (yes, Doogie) makes the show! He is HILARIOUS and you are truly missing out on some great performances.... Actually, Monday nights on CBS aren't too bad.....It's actually pretty good.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, my lunch is almost over......OH! Not only did I get my 2nd comment (Thanks "Anon Mom"!) but Brad Walsh wrote me back on Myspace! It may seem dumb but I just appreciate when people take the time out to respond to others! So THANKS AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I don't fall asleep either driving on the way home or when I walk inside the house, I'll write a Memory/Story tonight........ Actually, if everything goes ok with a phone call I make tonight, I may have a pretty decent one to tell.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til possible later tonight but definitely tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-8021404097160809077?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/8021404097160809077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=8021404097160809077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/8021404097160809077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/8021404097160809077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/04/ohmygod.html' title='OH.....MY........GOD.'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-9045912370466818097</id><published>2008-03-31T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:19:58.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts......</title><content type='html'>-Still really tired...&lt;br /&gt;-Catching up on stuff on my DVR.....Well, I'm caught up with "Beauty &amp;amp; the Geek".....&lt;br /&gt;-Doing my 2-Day cleanse that I'm not sure if it's really been working.....&lt;br /&gt;-Have to pee like a racehorse but I'm trying to hold it in! Ok, there's no more holding....I'm now going to run! BRB...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now that the last thought has been done, let me tell you about my favorite "random" thought today-- It's how my lil baby sister likes to put the fear in God in guys when she doesn't want them to hit on her anymore. What does she do, you ask??? Well, instead of informing the guy she has a boyfriend, she just tells them that if they try doing anything to her that I (me, her older sister) will either hire someone or hell, just kick the ass/kill the person myself! She informed me of this yesterday cuz she went out with some friends awhile ago &amp;amp; I don't know how the convo came to this but yeah, she informed some guy not to mess with her cuz I would kill/kick his ass..... I thought that was hilarious but honestly, it's the truth! I would do it for anyone who was close to me. There's the running joke that I'm people's bodyguards (i.e.- LBS &amp;amp; other friends who are very petite).... Let me say, I'm not a violent person. I'm not even a mean person, at ALL! But.... You fuck with me or someone close to me, you better be running for the hills, motherfucker! I may be a slow ass manatee but if I catch up to you, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of when I was in Kindergarten........ It was a nice bright sunny day &amp;amp; we were out at recess....... I was actually wearing a skirt which was SUPER rare cuz I hated wearing them! A group of us were out in the field &amp;amp; all of a sudden I see my crush, Jared Tomlin, (1st grader) getting picked on and being pushed around by a 3rd grader.......Well, needless to say, I was LIVID and I just stormed over there, pushed the 3rd grader to the ground and started hitting &amp;amp; kicking him! I think it lasted about 15-20 seconds but what I do remember is this:&lt;br /&gt;-There was a circle around me &amp;amp; the kid&lt;br /&gt;-No teachers saw so I didn't get in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the 3rd grader wanted NOTHING to do with me! Probably for the simple fact that he just got his ass "served" by a kindergarten GIRL! I know it shouldn't be but it's one of my prouder moments in life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my folks that if I were to ever be in a situation where I had to defend myself, I can confidently say I can. My mom says that she doesn't want me to always think I can cuz guys are most of the time stronger than girls......Well, mom, I think it's better to think that I can stand up &amp;amp; defend myself instead of thinking I can't cuz then if &amp;amp; (god forbid) when I were to get into a situation like that, I would be prepared &amp;amp; I think that's when the adrenaline would kick in too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now that some of you are probably thinking I'm going to go on a rampage, I'm going to go back to doing data entry for tax returns........FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!! I almost forgot to mention- I got my first comment! So excited! &lt;--(Seriously, it's the little things, people!) So thank you whoever you are! I truly appreciate it you not only reading my blog but taking the time to leave a comment as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til about 12:45-ish tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-9045912370466818097?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/9045912370466818097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=9045912370466818097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/9045912370466818097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/9045912370466818097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts......'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-4780644159954907654</id><published>2008-03-30T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:40:46.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>oh boo....</title><content type='html'>So the coma I planned on being in today only lasted about 8 1/2 hrs.! I really wanted to wake up after 11 but at 8:37, my body decided I had enough sleep...... Mom made a dank-ass breakfast! French toast,  potatoes &amp;amp; bay-con! YUM. Played with the filthy animal for a bit then came back to lay in bed....... Roamed the Internet &amp;amp; found out some stuff about people I went to school with..... Just clarified for me on how we should all wait to get married and have kids! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of writing nonsense, like it seems I always do, today I decided to fill in a lil survey/questionnaire that I got from Bean's Blog. If you'd like, feel free to copy &amp;amp; either post it under the comments sections or if you have a blog or myspace, post it there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name one thing you do everyday&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have to say go to the many sites I do, literally, everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name two things you wish you could learn&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- How to drive a manual (stick shift) car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- How to tolerate going to school &amp;amp; just get it over with!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name three things that remind you of your childhood&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Arby's chocolate shake.... It reminds me of Sundays with my grandma.... We would always get the same thing- Arby's sandwich, curly fries &amp;amp; a chocolate shake...... When I went to Arby's yesterday, I decided to get a shake (it was part of their 5 for $7 promo) since I had not had one in years......When I took the first sip, a smile came on my face cuz I imagined I was sitting inside the Arby's off of Lincoln &amp;amp; Euclid with my grandma.....&lt;-- A tear just left my eye after I wrote that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- a Mickey Mouse wind-up toy car from a McDonald's happy meal..... I have NO idea what happened to it &amp;amp; I haven't since it in WELL over 2 decades but whenever I played with it as a kid, it was all I needed for hours! I even tried going on EBay to see if I could find it but so far, no luck....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- playing softball..... I played from the time I was 6-16......It was all I knew for the longest time.... To this day, I can easily say it was one of the best times in my life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name four things you love to eat but rarely do&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Papa Rellenas from Porto's Cuban bakery in Glendale ("Glendale!")..... It's basically a fried breaded ball with potatoes &amp;amp; ground meat that we have for Christmas....We have a tradition we started about 4 years ago that on 23rd of December, we leave the house like @ 5:30-ish to be at Porto's by 6:30-ish (that way we can bet the crowds) &amp;amp; we get a 'buko" amount of food for Christmas eve.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Pepe's Breakfast Burrito..... I'm sorry but unless you've had one, there's no way of explaining how amazing this burrito is! And you actually have to get it without salsa cuz I truly think it loses it's greatness! They're chorizo burrito isn't bad either but you have to (or should share) it with someone cuz they're BIG! All I know is that I'm glad Pepe's isn't that close to me or I would be a bigger manatee than I already am.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Kix's cereal...... I've always loved it yet my dad will only buy it if he has a coupon...... Boo. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Pizza Rosa...... I honestly don't remember the last time I had it!!! It may be years! Basically, imagine what you think a pizza would look &amp;amp; taste like and there you go! Only, instead of Italians owning the place &amp;amp; making it, you have Asians who own &amp;amp; Mexicans who make it..... but I don't care! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name five things/people that make you feel goo&lt;/span&gt;d:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- My bed.... My aunt gave it to me....... It's a knock-off Tempur-Pedic bed &amp;amp; everyone who ever lays in it take a nap &amp;amp; lose an average of 4 hrs. of their lives.....It's the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- My friends/family (immediate &amp;amp; distant).... Yeah, they get on my nerves ALOT but they're fun, twisted, ghetto &amp;amp; demented..... I love them all each in a different special way.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Having the same AOL email for the past 12 years! Seriously, if I were to become famous or even the President of the United States (2 thing that most likely never happened but just sayin'....), I would still have this email address!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- My DVR....... nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- My memory..... I don't know what or how but I can remember vivid things from when I was 2 years old! I love how I have so many stories &amp;amp; memories stored in my mind yet it almost scares me! Just in case something happens to it, that's why I'm writing on here as back up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, I' going to try &amp;amp; take a nap....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to you later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-4780644159954907654?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/4780644159954907654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=4780644159954907654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4780644159954907654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/4780644159954907654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-boo.html' title='oh boo....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7275586333826112090</id><published>2008-03-29T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:59:37.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging on the road'/><title type='text'>On the road...</title><content type='html'>9:09- So I'm writing this on my phone since I don't think ill be home before midnight... This is being written as I hear my dad tell this man across from me his refunds from the feds &amp;amp; state... It's about 9-ish and we still have 3 more houses to go to... We've already gone to 8... I'm fucking exhausted, let alone I can only imagine how my dad must feel since he can't sleep thanks to my mother's snoring...On our way to the next house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:26pm- Sitting here listening to my dad analyse how this man has total screwed himself by refinancing for the 2nd time in about 4 years... The reason why he's able to say what's on his mind is for the simple reason the guy is not sitting with us while his taxes are being prepared... What appreciation... According to my father, this shouldn't take long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I wait for my father to finish, I must say that the day hasn't been too bad- The first 2 clients gave my dad more than the asking price, new promo at arby's (it's what we eat on Saturdays), talked some people out of doing some HUGE financial mistakes... Had to get on my dad's case though about what he was drinking (very sweet orange juice) but he saw that I was doing it with good intentions... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like he's done... We're     about to leave yet I must tell you about the daughter at this house... She walked out with a baby that looked like she was about a month or 2 old... Turns out the baby is 4 DAYS OLD!!! She delivered an 8 lb 14 oz baby NATURALLY!!! That's hardcore... Anyways, 9 down, 2 to go... On our way to Corona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:12- At the 2nd to last house... This guy lost his job at Arbon make-up factory... Once again, while the guy was away from the table, my dad mentions to me the hardships this guy &amp;amp; his family have gone through... I can hear the family watching "Flavor of Love" in the other room... I'm feeling brains cells die... Just made coffee for my dad &amp;amp; I... I think I've lost my touch in making coffee a lil... This guy thinks my dad is asking about ALL the upgrades or improvements on his house when all he needs to know is if he's done anything to better energy use... Ah! Looks like he's refinanced too!!! My god... Its so sad... These people don't understand how they're fucking themselves when they refinance so often! Refinancing is a big deal but people think that they can/should do it just to get money out to pay off things or better, buy things...ugh, I don't want to get into this at 10:30 at night but if you have ?'s on why refinancing is usually a bad thing, email me... We're done here! On to the last house!!! Woot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00- THE LAST HOUSE!!! Now I'm wired b/c of the coffee at the last house but I really just want to fall asleep... I'm having great conversation with these people! We've been talking this whole time that I've barely written anything!  The lady is a general mgr. of Del Taco so that's woot in my book! We're about to leave so ill finish this at home...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:46- I am typing this from my laptop as I lay in my bed...... and it feels so good.... I kinda liked doing a "live blog from house to house"..... It would have probably been more interesting if I started earlier.... I'll try it again next weekend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that we left the house @ 10:30 this morning &amp;amp; got home 14 hrs. later..... Now I'm going to try &amp;amp; fall asleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I wake from coma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7275586333826112090?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7275586333826112090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7275586333826112090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7275586333826112090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7275586333826112090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-road.html' title='On the road...'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-7851687670100203144</id><published>2008-03-28T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:19:38.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people I admire'/><title type='text'>Estoy Cansada</title><content type='html'>For those who don't know or read spanish, that's "I'm tired".......I had planned on writing at lunch but was on the phone with Ticketmaster (details coming up). Then when I came home from work, I talked to my mom &amp;amp; came into my room about 7:15 &amp;amp; by 7:30, I was out! I had Blogger open to start typing and I just ended up with a laptop on top of me while I slept! It's approx. 11:30 &amp;amp; I just woke up from a 4 hr. nap! When I woke up, I realized that I had 30 mins. to make a post that would count for today so here I am.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as Ice Cube so adequately put it, "Today was a good day".....Got the call from Ticketmaster and my request to change my ticket went through (now I just need to figure out how long I'll be in NY......All I know is that I'll be there on Sept. 4th), got a HUGE confidence boost from the guys I work with &amp;amp; to top it off, my mom's crazy/kooky friend made cupcakes last night &amp;amp; they were DANK! &lt;---(meaning "good &amp;amp; yummy", not "unpleasantly moist or humid".....Get with the lingo people!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm about to end this cuz I'm really tired (and kinda hungry too) but before I do, I want to start something that I would like to do every Friday which is pick someone (or someones) to admire each week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my first pick, I will pick the Walsh family (Brad &amp;amp; his "not so anon mom"). It was reading their blogs that really motivated me to start my own. They are also VERY amazing writers &amp;amp; I enjoy reading anything they write! While "not so anon mom" lives in Ohio, taking care of her family &amp;amp; working, Brad is starting to make a name for himself as a musician (he created the music for Christian Siriano's Runway show for Project Runway), yet he's been making music for years AND he's also an AMAZING photographer! I hope I get the chance to run into him when I'm in NY but I have a feeling he may be busy since his boyfriend is pretty "ferosh" and has become "kind of a big deal"...... ;) Check out their sites..... They definitely seem like good people and in my opinion, that's hard to find in today's world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow should be a (hopefully) short day, meaning we leave here at 10:30-ish and are home by 9-ish..... I'll write sometime tomorrow night....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good one &amp;amp; ttyl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-7851687670100203144?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/7851687670100203144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=7851687670100203144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7851687670100203144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/7851687670100203144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/03/estoy-cansada.html' title='Estoy Cansada'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5150756882789895857</id><published>2008-03-27T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:14:35.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Yeah I know.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;.....These posts I've been writing are novels long! I think it's for the simple fact that 1- I have so much on my mind &amp;amp; 2- I talk A LOT! This one should be a little shorter just for the fact that I have about 16 mins. left of my lunch because I was on the phone with Ticketmaster this whole time.....This is the situation I'm in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, let it be known how much of a fan of the musical "Rent"(alright, I guess you can call me a "RentHead"). I remember I was 16 when I first saw it with some friends from high school, my mom &amp;amp; her friends! I was in awe the whole show. It was just amazing and I have been in love with it every since. I think I've seen it about 6 times and the soundtrack never gets old (I have it basically memorized!).......When it came out in theaters, people knew how much it meant to me &amp;amp; mentioned they would go see it with me when it came out. What I would tell them is that I first had to see it by myself before I saw it with anyone else! And that's exactly what I did......It was the very first movie I had every seen by myself too! I went opening night &amp;amp; cried the whole time! So when I heard it was closing on Broadway, I actually got so sad that I started to cry. My dream was to one day see it on Broadway and it looked like I was never going to get the chance to.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then EW online wrote this 8 pg. piece that started from the beginning (when it was just an idea in Jonathon Larson's mind) to talking about it's end on June 1. After reading that &amp;amp; sobbing like a bitch, I decided right then &amp;amp; there, I'm going. I have to! I'm not going to miss out on this, something that has made such an impact in my life for the past 10 years! NO!!! I don't care! I'M THERE!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looked at the calender and as much as I would have liked to attend the last show, it's also the same weekend as my cousin Ollie's bday &amp;amp; I promised him for his 18th, we would get matching tattoos in remembrance of our grandparents who passed away. Then the weekend before is Memorial Day and there's no way in HELL I'm going near an airport! Been there, done that.... So I picked May 17th. Thinking this is my last &amp;amp; only chance..... Well, that was until I saw what "Cousin" Perez informed me yesterday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://perezhilton.com/2008-03-26-rent-extended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....yeah. Already bought the theater AND plane ticket &amp;amp; then this is announced..... Well, I'm trying to work the magic I sometimes do and see if I can possibly change the theater ticket. The plane ticket change will probably be about $40 but its cool cuz 1- I got the ticket for a HELLA good price and 2- It isn't official but there's a 99.9% chance I will get to experience NY Fashion Week with one of my best friends!!! I must say, it nice to have people with major connections!!! =)~ We're not holding our breaths but I'm being semi-optimistic and that's BIG for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of right now, I'm waiting to hear from Ticketmaster who's getting in contact with the theater to see about the change. Once I get the ok from them, I'll change my plane ticket and be on my way...... All I know is that I will actually be following through with something I said I would do and I know it's just going to be amazing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm going to bed....I had to finish this at home since I didn't have enough time during lunch at work. I'm exhausted and can't wait for everything to calm the hell down....Only 19 days left til the 15th.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until tomorrow at lunch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5150756882789895857?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5150756882789895857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5150756882789895857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5150756882789895857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5150756882789895857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeah-i-know.html' title='Yeah I know.....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-5413349619160114682</id><published>2008-03-26T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:56:34.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story time'/><title type='text'>I told you I would....</title><content type='html'>....so here I am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, before I get into this particular story, I must preface by mentioning I was the "good Black Sheep" when it came to the people I used to hang out with back in the day (when I was 18-20). They were big time druggies and I was the one who may have been there or went with them to get it yet I never did it!!!! Call me a wussy but I have enough things wrong with me (health wise) and I didn't need to mix illegal drugs with the prescription meds I have to take! On that note.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 1999. Just got my first real job working at Family Fun Center for the summer. It was a good job for any high school student. After a month or so, I started making some friends, one of them being someone I am calling my "Long Lost" friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LLF &amp;amp; I started hanging out together after awhile. Everyone thought we looked alike and would always get us mixed up! We had a ritual of working 9-5 on Saturdays, going to The Block, picking out a movie to see &amp;amp; then going to Starbucks to get a drink and smoke til the movie started. It was like clockwork! Everyone knew this &amp;amp; it went on like this for quite awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I was fired from FFC (the first of many firings....ugh, remind me and I'll get into that one day!), we still hung out. It actually seemed like we were hanging out even more. Then I got my license and that was it! We were pretty much inseparable! I introduced LLF to my other friends and we basically became a foursome! We basically lived in my '85 Toyota Cressida (which only lasted 4 months but hey, it took us around and to Tijuana &amp;amp; back at least 3-5 times!!!).  The next car I got was the '96 Oddessey minivan and something must have triggered something in the girls I used to hang out with cuz everyone started getting pregnant! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, one of us got pregnant. Then we became a threesome.....Few months later, someone else got pregnant.......Sure enough, LLF got pregnant too! It was weird but I supported all my friends who got pregnant and out of all my friends who got pregnant, I was only at the hospital for the birth of LLF's baby. I mean, I was RIGHT THERE!!! I saw that baby come out! They say when a girl/woman sees actual child birth before doing it for themselves, they're scarred and never want to go through it. I was the opposite! I proclaimed that I couldn't WAIT for that because it is truly one of the most amazing things you will EVER witness! BTW-  I'm still waiting yet I think it will be worth the wait &amp;amp; hey! I'm only 26! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, one semi-crucial thing I left out was that the three people I used to hang out with were pretty addicted to Meth ("Speed" or "Shit" as they called it). The others got into it in high school ('99-ish) yet LLF didn't get into Meth until about 2002-ish. They all basically stopped once they found out they were pregnant yet what surprised me was how some of them got right back into it. LLF was the one who got carried away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once she gave birth, I only saw her about 5-7 times.....We lost contact for a while but she did call me when her mother passed away in 2003.....After that, LLF called me to inform me that she was in jail but she's out so I could go pick her up, all nonchalant, like everything was normal &amp;amp; we were going to hang out......I told her no &amp;amp; that was the last time I heard from her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....Until Easter Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home from my aunt's house and came online. Logged into Myspace and saw a new friend request. I had no idea who it could have been but when I saw it was her, I was completely shocked! I had checked up on her a few times on the site to see if people were in jail. She was on there a few times. When I saw she wasn't in jail, I figured she was either in prison for 3 strikes or quite possibly dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LLF &amp;amp; I finally got to speak on the phone for the first time in 5 years yesterday. We caught up just a little. She informed me she had been in &amp;amp; out of jail, she put the baby up for adoption (but it's an open adoption), wasn't with the baby's dad anymore (thank GOD!), has been clean for over 2 years, is engaged to a guy who is very supportive of her &amp;amp; they also have a baby. The questions that she was asking me about my life &amp;amp; others we knew were kind of a trip since I basically don't talk to or hang out with any of them anymore. Hell, I barely talk to or hang out with anyone these days! It's crazy to think &amp;amp; put into perspective how much life can change in just 5 years, especially when it only feels like it was 5 months ago! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We plan on maybe meeting up for a cup of coffee &amp;amp; just catching up. Who knows if we'll ever be able to get back to how it was back in the day but I know it won't. Even though it was only a few years ago, things were so simple back then. Our biggest worries were if we had money to eat at taco bell or gas! Life just gets more complicated with each day that goes by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that it took over 5 years to hear from LLF and it was just so good to hear her voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, it was actually pretty "woot". =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-5413349619160114682?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/5413349619160114682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=5413349619160114682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5413349619160114682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/5413349619160114682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-told-you-i-would.html' title='I told you I would....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-1151770996835202935</id><published>2008-03-26T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:56:58.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>In my head....</title><content type='html'>There are a few things I'm thinking about right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How the phone conversation with long lost friend.....&lt;--(I'll definitely talk about that later tonight!) &lt;div&gt;- How much "American Idol" BU-LOWS! (Seriously, it's time to give up! You had a good run now leave with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dignity&lt;/span&gt;....)&lt;div&gt;- How much "How I met your mother" is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;! Not only was Britney Spears pretty good &amp;amp; cute but the last few minutes of Monday's show made my semi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pessimistic&lt;/span&gt;, cold heart melt &amp;amp; shed a tear...... (See, I guess there's still a romantic side of me....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;- How, in about 20 minutes, I get to stand and assemble tax returns.....(Seriously, there's like 20! Boo....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mainly, what's on my mind is what PH (I'm stealing that from "Not so Anon Mom"!) said to me last night.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go into PH's room &amp;amp; we're talking about how tired we are from working.....PH has a VERY stress-filled job but unlike mine that lasts for about 4-5 months, PH lasts ALL year! So anyways, PH gets 3 days off &amp;amp; I get the weekend off but during tax time, it's only 1 (Sundays &amp;amp; I'm usually in coma!). When PH said I get the weekend but then I told PH that until the season's over, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; get Sundays, PH said, "Well, that's your choice. You chose to go out with your dad. No one is making you. So that's on you." Now, just in case PH reads this, I know that may have not been what was exactly said but I know that's what PH meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain something about tax season in my house. My father has been doing taxes for about 33 years now. He is an amazing &amp;amp; brilliant man when it comes to this kind of work and instead of you coming to him, he goes to you. So during the week, he does the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; (ugh, can't believe I said that!) &amp;amp; on the weekends, we go out to San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bernadino&lt;/span&gt;, Riverside &amp;amp; LA counties. For you who don't live in Southern California, from our house, that's about 20-75 miles, one way! In truth, he doesn't need to do it since he retired from being a truck driver when he was 41 yet he does this to not get bored through out the year &amp;amp; to honestly help others out. It is truly insane how much he does for others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing with my father though is that he is a VERY depressed man, especially since my grandparents passed away almost 3 years ago (3 months apart too!) and he does NOT take care of himself! He is diabetic (on insulin shots) &amp;amp; doesn't eat properly &amp;amp; exercise at ALL! About 5 years ago, he started falling asleep at the wheel &amp;amp; also falling from not eating or if he was eating, it would all be crap that people who give him (i.e.- candy, breads, sweets.....you know, shit he shouldn't be looking at, let alone EATING!!!) So, in order to:&lt;br /&gt;1- Watch what he eats &amp;amp; also make sure he eats&lt;br /&gt;2- Keep him company &amp;amp; drive him around (I also have a good sense of direction)&lt;br /&gt;3- As he's getting older, he's also forgetting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; so I'm like his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; assistant&lt;br /&gt;4- To also learn the business (Hello, I'm taking over in a few years here!)&lt;br /&gt;I go with him. Yeah, I could be the asshole of all assholes and just say, "No, this is my time off &amp;amp; I'm staying home", I go and guess what? I enjoy it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; much! My dad &amp;amp; I have become really close in the past few years because of this bond we share. I learn so much from him yet he says he doesn't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, he may not know about foreign tax &amp;amp; shit like that but I call bullshit on him whenever I can and tell him he knows more than he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really bothered me that PH said that. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. I tried to explain it to PH but I just gave up. I didn't want to get into it at 11:50 at night. But if you're reading this, yeah, it bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now that I'm 2 minutes late in getting back to work, I need to end this! I will definitely write about "Long Lost Friend" tonight, for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;me! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-1151770996835202935?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1151770996835202935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=1151770996835202935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1151770996835202935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1151770996835202935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-my-head.html' title='In my head....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-1450660384949771185</id><published>2008-03-25T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:55:32.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>Ugh....</title><content type='html'>So I'm on lunch with about a half an hour left.....I've only been here for about 4 hrs. &amp;amp; I'm already tired! I want to go home and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hit me that there's exactly 3 weeks left of tax season so that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;! It seems (at times) that the season has gone by pretty fast but then I remember ALL the driving on Saturdays, having only one day off a week &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RJL&lt;/span&gt; here at my work! He's a VERY nice man but he's just.....I don't know......crazy when it comes to "crunch time" during tax season! AND THEN HIS WIFE!!! Seriously, I have never had so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt; with someone in my WHOLE life! Then when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RJL&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; his wife start to argue around each other, ugh, just hand me a drink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; my mind is about to explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that was boring to probably all of you........Updates &amp;amp; interesting things going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bought my ticket to NY (I'll get into that soon); Now just have to find a place to stay without having to pay $300 a night!&lt;br /&gt;-Someone that I thought was still in prison/jail just contacted me for the first time in about 5 years! Nearly had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aneurysm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;-Talked to my "ho" today......We have a weekly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;.......Told "ho" I would take them to breakfast after tax season was over.......Ho also updated me on their life.... It's when I hear the things "ho" tells me, it just makes me just want to run out and get married! (see "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;-Had an odd dream last night about a guy I had in drama class in high school.......He seemed like a cluster-fuck now (in my dream, that is) and I now I feel I have to find him on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; to see if he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to go check my "sites"...... Instead of having "stories" (aka- soap operas), I have "sites" I read &amp;amp; look at EVERYDAY &amp;amp; at EVERY moment I have a chance, I'm on them! If I can every figure it out, I'll put them up here for others to check out.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to come back tonight to write maybe a memory or a favorite story but if not, I'll be back tomorrow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ttyl&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;me! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-1450660384949771185?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/1450660384949771185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=1450660384949771185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1450660384949771185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/1450660384949771185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/03/ugh.html' title='Ugh....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1134576568465828117.post-3111113014133021320</id><published>2008-03-24T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:42:00.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailys'/><title type='text'>just starting out.....</title><content type='html'>....So I've decided I really need to get into writing/journaling/blogging..... Whatever the hell you want to call it! I'm really going to make an effort to write everyday.....I may talk about my day, what I'm thinking about or what I'm going to do but what I really want to do is start writing down all my memories......I have so many stories it's ridiculous and with the way technology is coming along, before we know it, they'll be able to install hard drives from our computers into our heads! Ok, maybe not but I did come up with the TIVO idea when I was 8 and people thought I was crazy!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to warn any people who may not know me personally or not that well, I tend to swear, be crude &amp;amp; sometimes rude! NOT ON PURPOSE but it just comes out! Also, I will talk about friends &amp;amp; family on here but I will not use names (unless I am given permission!)But hey, if this is a place for me to come to &amp;amp; vent, then vent I'll do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoy, stay around, see where I've been &amp;amp; where I'm going, how I got there &amp;amp; what will happen.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1134576568465828117-3111113014133021320?l=justwoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/feeds/3111113014133021320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1134576568465828117&amp;postID=3111113014133021320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3111113014133021320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1134576568465828117/posts/default/3111113014133021320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justwoot.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-starting-out.html' title='just starting out.....'/><author><name>me =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01565231038039592707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wLfxoHrpaF4/SX_2t7S412I/AAAAAAAAAE4/SMXKq2PdHrA/S220/n601576260_1716456_6462_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
