On this day....

....6 years ago, I did the hardest thing ever in my life. I had to put down my first dog.

Yeah, I know. You're probably thinking, "Well, that happens to everyone & 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.


So I hope you're comfortable and have a snack and drink cuz this is a LONG one! Sit back, read, and soak in all that is about my baby, Boo Boo....


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.

Then one day, my cousin sent me an online classified listings for bulldogs in OC. The first one I saw was for an American Bulldog in the Westminster/Garden Grove area (which is about 15 mins 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 lil' 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 lil 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". <--(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 ok 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 ok since where he came from was so dirty & shady. He was fine & 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 & I were around each other, the more him & I were like the same person! I don't know if an animal & a human could be alike but we sure were! People were afraid of him cuz 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 & 1/2 feet above the ground! So here was this big ass dog & 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 & when to give a kiss when someone would ask. He was just amazing.



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 cuz 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.





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-ish, Boo Boo & 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, "Ok 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, Slurpees, 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.......



I truly felt that Boo Boo thought he was human. Call me crazy (it's ok, 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 & 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.



One thing that people could not deny was how he was with lil kids! For my cousin, who has SEVERE anger & attention issues, him & 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.



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 Benadryl 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 meds.! 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 & 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.....



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 & told them I couldn't make it in and headed to the vet.



Once I got there, they informed me he had Hip Dysplacia 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 2nd 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!



We randomly had a family get together and I was telling a 2nd cousin of mine about what was going on with Boo Boo & 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 appt. and the only appt. 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.



Man, you'll never know how nervous I was that day. I called right when I had a chance to see how the appt. 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 LBS's exact words-- "Ummm... 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.



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 meds so this poor thing was just a pill popper! At least he was really good at actually digesting his meds.


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 & 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.


Well, towards the end of March of 2002, his aggressive was getting so bad, he started turning on my mom & 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 & 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.

On Wednesday, April 17th, 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-ish 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 & 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!


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 mins. She took his pulse after that time and she informed Ho and I that he had passed. I laid there for about 30 mins 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 ok after a while. The next few days were really tough though.


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.


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 (SoCal) 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.


Last year, for the 5th 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.


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.

me. =:::)

Back to work.....

You know, it's not hectic but damn, I'm still busy! Douching off my desk, organizing invoices & 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!

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.

So continue on to the next post....

me =)

Some day off....

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!

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 & 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.....

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 & 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 & 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 & massive bird shit! Damn....

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 & 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...

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!

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!

Well, back to work tomorrow. Let's see if it does calm down tomorrow....

Til then,
me =)

IT'S OVER!!!!!!!!

THANK THE GODS & HEAVENS ABOVE!!!! I swear I was over it about 2 & 1/2 weeks ago!!!

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 & hold close to me forever. I do hope that if I ever do have children one day, I can carry this tradition on....

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.

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!!!

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....

Well, we'll see what I end up doing.....

Hope you got your tax stuff taken care of,

me =)

In about 24 hrs....

.....this will ALL be over, well, until next year of course!

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 tendency of procrastinating and rushing to make sure everything is right and having mins to left to finish! I guess I get it from him yet I think I have gotten better as I get older.

Until tomorrow,

me =)

Really odd things......

.....happened this weekend:


1- Friday night, PH & I were bored. So we did what we usually do when we're bored- brown bagging it at the park. Everything was going great & 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 & 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....


Right when we were about to politely thank Chuck for the conversation about him being a marine & 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 & I just look at each other and ask, "Why?" She informed us that her & 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.



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 & I talk to the other. At the same time, PH & I are looking at each other to try & 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 & 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 & 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 & I could do was just look at each other and not laugh!



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 & 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.



Right then and there, PH & 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.....



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:



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....



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 & his friends at the club once known as IVAR (now, Cinespace)!



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!



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.

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 & disturbing as it sounds, it was nice to be looked at as a possible "piece of meat" or even for a date.

just cant wait to get on the road again...

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!

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...

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 & 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 & I got my way! Damn me for caring for my father & his well-being... He's finally coming to the car so I take it we're on our way...

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...

1:20- Well, other than this woman giving a lil bit of attitude, insinuating that she's better than me & 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...

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 & had I ever been there before. He looked at me as if I just had a stroke & lost my mind!!! We were going to a favorite of mine & I totally forgot his name & where he lived!!! God, if that doesn't show how out of it I have been I don't know what does!?

Anyways, it's a married couple who are both teachers. Nice, great, organized & 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 & 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 & simple piece of glass. It's one of the things I just look at & soak in whenever I'm there. The husband & I talk about baseball & the Cleveland Indians (his favorite team & I went to school with one of the starting players). We take about 30 mins there & then leave. I only wish we could stay a lil longer at houses like this. Oh well...... Til next year.

To to next house.

3:12- Get to the next house & I stayed in the car for a few to try & contact someone to see if we could go by & do her return. See, my dad made the mistake (like he does WAY too often!) of loaning this woman money last year & 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 & I inform my dad that most likely he will NOT be seeing her or the money he lent to her ever!

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 & 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 & retirement. Done here... On to West Covina....

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.....

4:43- So right before we get to this guys house, my dad & 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!"

When we get there, I told my dad I would stay in the car since it was about 100 degrees where we were & I was just going to sit in our car, wasting gas & battery that way I could stay cool. As I type this, I see my dad & 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.

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 & 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 & 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 & disappointed and I had to remind my dad that the guy is ignorant & 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.......

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 & a half just talking! It was really nice.

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.

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 & 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!

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 & 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!

8:28- We are now OFFICIALLY at the last house. I came by the same night I went out with my mom & 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 & 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.

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!

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 REALLY don't want to go but I feel like I should.

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.....

Night,

me =)