Thankful Thursdays

Today, on this lovely Thursday March 24th, I am thankful for my besties: Lity, Gata & Chicky.

Me, Gata, Lity & Chicky

These girls are always there when I need them, no matter what.  They will listen to me make more than a Monday Grievance complaint, since I complain almost everyday.  When I say I'm fat, they tell me I'm not and to have another burger.  When I say I'm broke, they offer to buy me a margarita.  When I complain about Monkey (the boyfriend) they calm me down and remind me that just like any guy, he is a boy, and that's what they do. When I planned a spur of the moment birthday trip to Miami in a month, they were right there next to me planning away.  Besides the family I already have, if God asked us what family members we'd want, these girls would be requested ASAP; I'd actually replace them now with some family members, hahaha.  But I can  always count on them, which is strange for me.  Growing up I had one really good friend and the rest of the girls I was never that close with.  I always thought that having friends that were girls was too much of a hassle.  We women can be very dramatic and emotional and also very caddy.  There are some girls that can be your "best friend", but be jealous of you or expect you to be jealous of them, or put you down or even though they say they want the best for you, when you're knocked down, they take a little pleasure out of it.  Thankfully I found these three girls whom, I never have the problem with.

When there is an issue we bring it up with each other.  We fight, make-up and go about our business.  These are the ladies whom if we got arrested with each other would laugh and defend one another 'til the end.  We can laugh about the stupidest things and only we understand and get each other.  If I buy something that looks stupid, they'll tell me.  If I'm having a bad hair day, they will call me out.  If I have beer goggles (when I'm single) they will quickly pull my arm off in order to get me away from any Gary Busey look a like.  I could go on and on, but I don't want to be mushy, because that's not my attitude at all.  And besides you guys read my blogs to hear me bitch and moan, not praise people LOL.  Well at least this proves that I have friends and am not as miserable as I may sometimes appear.

Don't forget to share what you're thankful for. :)

Happy Blogging All!

P.S.  I do have two other besties, my Lisa P. and my Mich Mich, whom I also adore and love.  These are ladies I also rely on when the chips are down and are incredible women.  I'm shouting the three above out because I'm with them or speak to them about my BS on a daily basis.  I still have love for you ladies, so don't be upset, offended or send me hate mail; I'll just ignore you and delete. Hahahaha.  Here's pictures of us to prove I love you too. :)

Me & My big sister Lisa

Me & Mich Mich

Wordless Wednesday

He told you justice would be served, and it would be when you least expected it.  Guess what, the time is here!

We're having a party. Hahahaha

Hello Girls!

Coqui? What are you doing here? Listen that stuff was just a joke.

Jokes on your Federico

Nice stuffing Froggy.

Got something to laugh about now Selena?

Bet you didn't see that one coming.

Clean yourselves up.

& have some flowers for your graves!

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If you don't understand this Wordless Wednesday and now just think I'm a complete looney. Rest assure, that yes I am a bit crazy, but this is all about a little war my mom and sister started in our house.  Next Wordless Wednesday will be less graphic. Tehe
 
Happy Blogging All!

Monday Grievances

Where do I even begin?  There's so much I can say, but I'm not feeling well at all today, so I'll keep it short and sweet.  I at least had a pretty good weekend hanging out with my family and the boyfriend, so I can't complain about that.  I did eat a whole lot of food and of course haven't been to the gym since Friday afternoon.  I wish there was just some magic pill that would make me lose weight and I wouldn't have to stress myself going to the gym or waiting for a gym partner whom if I don't contact, we don't go.  Yes, I'm talking about you; you know who you are.  Its so stressful to try to keep to a routine, and life gets in the way.  Yea, I know there are worst things that can be happening, but for me this is an annoyance, and it's what I choose to talk about.  I got an anonymous comment once where someone was going on and on about how much worse life could be than taking the train in NYC and dealing with people.  They then went on about how bad those things could be.  I deleted the comment, because as much as I'm up for a good debate any day of the week, I can't recall how many times I have said that I know it could be worse.  I'm just writing to write, and if you agree or disagree that's great.  However I own up to things so don't try to call me out on something I've already admitted too.  Stop being silly.

But moving on, I guess my biggest complaint (because, hello it's Monday and that's what I do) is this weather.  Friday was GORGEOUS in NYC.  I mean people were walking around in shorts, talking about going into their pools and Mister Softee was rounding up our little gluttonous children with sweet cold treats; it was wonderful. And then Saturday was fairly nice, sun was shining but it was a little chilly and then yesterday was almost the same.  But today not only do I wake up with a sore throat (thank you boyfriend!) but it's raining and snowing?  Apparently Mother Nature didn't get the memo that Spring began yesterday, Sunday.  So I wake up to torrential rain at 8a, and decided to stay in bed. I wound up dozing off and then didn't wake up again until 11:50a!  Weather like this just takes a lot out of me and this scratchy throat doesn't help the situation.  So I'm took my vitamins, had some organge juice and will stay in bed just looking into what jobs I can apply to that won't call me back. :)

So how's your Monday looking?

Happy Blogging All!

Thankful Thursdays

It's Thankful Thursday and I've been thinking a lot about what I'd like to share with you all, that I'm thankful for.  So I thought about what I did this past weekend, and it hit me like a clogged artery.  I am so thankful for the invention of:

FRIED PICKLES!!!!!

I don't think I can find a better or strong enough word for how good these things are.  These little pieces of heaven are, simply put, DELICIOUS.  If you love pickles, chances are you'll love them fried.  The first time I had them was at a Hooters.  My friend Lisa said that they were one of the best things that she had tried and that me and my other friend Liz needed to give them a try too.  I was very skeptical because pickles or any other vegetable, in my opinion, should not be fried.  And when you think of the tangy & salty (and sometimes bitter) taste of pickles, you don't think, "Oh how do we make these saltier and fatty?"  Well too bad I never thought of it, because it was like an orgasm bursting in my mouth.  What? Too graphic?  Well, they were that good.  They still have that tangy & salty taste, but the dough doesn't make it any more salty.  It's a perfect balance of tangy/sweet/salty, and the fact that the pickles stay so crunchy, just makes them even better.  I had them again at Buffalo Wild Wings this past weekend and it was wonderful.  And the best part (though my boyfriend wouldn't agree) was that they came with this chipotle style dipping sauce.  AHHHHH! It was so good. Every bar and restaurant in America should have this on their appetizer menu.  In the words of our beloved Snooki on the Jersey Shore, "Eating Fried Pickles was a life-changing experience."

Happy Blogging All! AND Happy St. Patrick's Day.  Hope you're all drinking green beers & munching on some Fried Pickles.

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Wordless Wednesday

Want to know more about these photos?  Find out more at NewYorkChica.com where I did a guest blog for the site on the Jafra Color Event. 

Happy Blogging All!

Toe-To-Toe Tuesday: Breaking Points - When Are You Done?

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So it's been said that everyone has their breaking point in all different kinds of situations.  You have a breaking point with a friend who's constantly complaining about her weight. You finally just tell her to put the cookies and ice cream down and get her fluffy ass to the gym.  You have you're breaking point with a family member who's constantly asking you to bail them out.  You get frustrated one day and tell them that you're not there parent and to figure it out for themselves.  Whatever and whomever it is, everyone has their breaking point.  But when you're dating and are getting to know someone, what's the breaking point where you just realize, "Yea, this ain't happening"?

Well as you all know I have my "limits" and "breaking points" mainly because I'm picky.  But also because I feel like I'm a good catch and if I'm coming into something offering this much (imagine me holding my hands really far apart as if I'm measuring something big like a stove) and you're coming into the same thing offering this much (imagine me holding hands A LOT closer together so that a DVD box could barely between my hands) then we have a problem.  Call me crazy, call me conceited, call me spoiled or call me the girl who's never gonna find love, but some things just don't have wiggle room for a bargain.  So here are some...

Points That Make Me Break:

1. He has kids.  We've already gone over this.  Me + Kids = BOMB! I do not want to deal with Baby Mama drama or kids that think I'm invading there space.  Nope, nope and NOPE.  You can read how I feel on that subject here, in case you forgot or didn't catch it "This guy has kids on it; take it back."
2. He's 30 and either has no job or is a aspiring fry cook at McDonalds.  Don't get me wrong, working at Mickey D's is fine. If you were laid off and that's all you can do now, OK.  However after a certain age if you're not a Manager of like 5 stores or something, there is an issue. I mean where's your motivation? I know people have to do what they have to do, but come on.  And unless you've been laid off and are currently looking (like I am) or are the heir to the Crisco Oil fortune, then you shouldn't be out of work at that age.  I don't want to hear that you're finding yourself or that no one understood you at your last job.  Life's tough. Suck it up and be a man.
3. He lives at home with his mommy.  I'm sorry, I just can't deal with that.  Now yes, double standard, 'cause I live at home with mine.  But there is a difference. I'm a girl!  Its much more dangerous for a woman to live on her own than it is a man.  I don't know many women that live on their own; and those that do have roommates.  But a man that lives at home with his mother just bothers me.  What happens if we want to be alone?  Gotta wait for momma to run out to the store so we can get a quicky in?  Nah, I'm good, moving on.  I mean I get everyone has special circumstances, but I've only heard one or two instances where it was acceptable.  Being a lazy ass 'cause mommy cooks, cleans and does your laundry are not any of them.
4. He's still talking about the latest Jordan's he's going to buy as if he's in HS.  I love sneakers just as much as the next person.  I wear them EVERYDAY.  But I don't make them my life.  There is nothing more annoying than a man who goes on and on about something, especially something so silly as sneakers. I knew a guy that had sneakers in all colors and all types.  These were air force one's and these were dunks and this and that. And all I kept thinking was, what happens when you're broke? You gonna live in them sneakers?  I swear if there was a fire, he would've saved those sneakers before his momma.
5. He wants to go "dutch" on the first date.  And not only that, but you look at me like I'm stupid for even thinking you would pay.  Yea, no.  You asked me out, you pay.  I don't care if I picked the place, or that I have a job (which I currently don't) or that I pretended to reach in for my wallet.  Chivalry is not dead, your brain is; so revive that bitch.  Hey I always offer (and usually do) to leave the tip... sidenote: when it comes to dinner DO NOT answer your phone.  Unless it's your parent or grandparent, you should not be chatting it up at the dinner table.
6. He talks about the expensive things that he has or how much money he has.  "Oh yea I'm gonna buy this car." "Yo I'm getting a Raymond Weil watch." "Yo my underwear was once owned by Usher."  Dude I don't care what you have, I like you for you, but you're pushing it.  If you're gonna go on and on about all your treasures but you can't pay for a meal, then you need to be gone.  I'm not materialistic at all, so things like that DO NOT impress me.  Now tell me you just installed a deep fryer in your kitchen, and then we'll talk, 'cause fatty loves to eat.
7. He doesn't drive. I'm sorry, call me critical, but a man should drive.  Even I finally got my license.  I'm not saying he has to have a car, those mofos are expensive, so I understand.  But at least KNOW how to drive.  There is nothing sexier than a guy that drives, drives fast and knows his shit when it comes to cars.
8. He knocks EVERYTHING. "I hate those reality shows; they're so stupid." "Why do girls have big bags, it's ridiculous." "Why does the sun shine, it's too bright, I don't like it." I mean a guy that complains and knocks everything is so unattractive.  I get that you don't like it, that's your opinion and that's great.  If you don't agree with me that's fine; no one ever does.  But sometimes somethings should just be left alone.  Don't beat a dead horse; its dead.  No one likes a whiner.  You hate when women do it, so stop.
9. He doesn't talk. I don't remember agreeing to date a mute guy. I don't want to have to constantly keep coming up with topics to get a guy to talk.  If you like me and want to talk to me, I would assume that you have SOMETHING to say to me.  And if not, why did you ask me out?
10. He's hairy. I'm sorry, I don't want to date a German Shepard. I did it once, and suddenly out of nowhere it became comfortable and cool for him to ask me to shave his back. Yuck! (And this is why you cut it off right away).
11. He criticizes the fact that I don't wear "girly clothes" or makeup.  Listen, I can get dressed up and fabulous just as much as the next girl.  But there is a time and place.  I find no need to wear 5 inch heels and 10lbs of eyeshadow to the movies.  I am a laid back girl, and unless you met me in a club where obviously I was dressed up, then you'll see as soon as you meet me that I dress comfortable and for myself.
12. He can't take my sarcasm or humor.  I'm hyper, always laughing and I'm not afraid to make a fool of myself.  If you're serious and straight laced, then you and I will never click.  I do a lot of silly, crazy and frustrating things that easily get on peoples nerves and if you get annoyed easily, it turns me off. So lets both get out now, 'cause inside this girl lives a little frat boy.
13. He invites me to his house, and his bathroom looks as if he has dirty trolls living in the cabinets that come out at night.  Clean your place up you dirty hamster.
14. He's a smoker.  I dated someone once that smoked and it was like I was licking an astray every time we kissed. It was really nasty...  This applies to pot smokers as well.  Mainly because you're not working at a comic book shop and you're not 18 anymore. 
15. He is constantly making references to his last girlfriend/relationship.  I'm not a therapist, so stop telling me that she took your Flatscreen TV and burned your clothes. First of all, DRAMA! Second of all if you want to talk about it that much, obviously something is still there and you shouldn't be dating period...  And ladies quick note if he was engaged and wears that engagement ring around his neck to remind him of his mistakes, you run like you're trying out for the Olympics and don't stop until you're in another country.
16. He's a cat person, not a dog person.  You don't like dogs, you don't like me. Take that as you wish. ;)

Now I definitely have a lot more limits, but I figure #16 is the number to stop at because you probably already stopped reading after #6.   So what are your deal breakers?  Can you see where I'm coming from or do you have a completely different point of you?  I'd love to read your comments.  And while we wait, check in with Mr. Ozymandias to see what he says are his breaking points with the ladies.

Happy Blogging All!

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Monday Grievances: THE GYM!

So if you follow this blog and my twitter on a regular basis, you'll know that I've been trying to hit the gym hard these past few weeks.  I'm starting to really get into it, which is shocking because after being on a machine for more than 5 minutes, I'm usually ready to throw in the towel.  Hey, when you run like a murderer is chasing you and it leaves you feeling like your lungs are going to come out of your ass, only to discover you've burned 8 calories, it takes a toll on you.  But regardless I've buckled down and gotten my $h!t together.  However besides feeling completely winded and exhausted, there are things that make me want to give up on the gym and either work out solely on my Wii at home or become a spokeswoman for Fatties of America. That cause is the annoying and idiotic gym patrons I have to deal with on a daily basis.  So this is my "Open Letter" to all of the Douchebags and so called "Beauty Queens" that attend my gym and gyms around the world.

To Whom It May Concern:

Listen up and listen good, because I am sick and tired of you ruining my gym experience.  I go to the gym to use machines I obviously don't have access to in my home.  So when I finally get there and am ready to get my work out on, I would appreciate if you would refrain from doing the following:

To The Douchebags (Men)

- If I'm on the hip abduction or any other inner/outer thigh machines working out these chuletas I call legs, it would be amazing if you didn't stare directly into my crotch when I'm performing the moves.  Did you lose something there?  No, I didn't think so.  I can't imagine that you're that hard up that you need to focus your view into my vagina, which is hiding behind some thick sweat pants.  Stop being a pervert and worry about your fat behind.

- Yes, I have boobs.  Yes, all women have boobs.  Yay! They’re great. And yes, when we run or make certain types of moment, they bounce and jiggle.  So now that we know that, please refrain from acting like a little boy in the 8th grade who's never seen breasts before and stop staring at my chest.  I don't care what study the German's have done (Oggling Breasts Can Be Healthy?), it's creepy, disgusting and makes me (and I'm sure most women) EXTREMELY uncomfortable.  For the love of God grow up.  If not, don't get upset and catch an attitude when I report you to the staff and they ask you to leave.

- I think it's great that you know what you're doing and that you're apparently gearing up for some Muscle Men of the Bronx show.  However if I'm on a mat next to you, that doesn't give you the right to critique my crunches or ask your buddies if they see what I'm doing wrong.  Do not come up to me offering me “tips”.  If I wanted a trainer, I would get one.  If I wanted you to be my trainer I would ask.  And just because I have my IPod on, doesn't mean that it's full blast. I can hear you and your idiotic comments. I don’t care for your opinion, so mind your business and worry about the veins that are popping out of your forehead when you bend over.

- I'm not sure where you got the idea that you're some sexy god that everyone must stare at your nipples or your jiggling balls while you work out.  So do me the favor and stop wearing stretched out wife beaters where your nipples are barely covered by the shirt and wear some supportive pants.  And just so you know basketball shorts alone are NOT supportive. This especially applies to all men at all gyms, but especially those going to Planet Fatness (Fitness), which is where I work out.  It's a no "Lunk" zone; which means muscle men should be somewhere else far away from there.

- Stay off the step machine and the “butt lift” (‘cause I don’t know the appropriate word) machine.  That's for girls.  You don't need a tighter butt. GET OFF!

To The So Called "Beauty Queens" (Women)

- I would love to know when the memo was sent (and who sent it) that stated we were competing in a Beauty Pageant rather than working out a sweat.  I can't begin to understand why it is that you come in wearing lipstick, blush and eyeliner when you're supposed to be working out?  If you're serious about losing weight or toning and plan on breaking a sweat, all that pretty makeup is going to come off and you're going to look worse than if you weren't wearing any at all.  So stop staring at yourself in the mirror, put your hair in a ponytail and get your chubby ass in gear.  If not, I'm sure you can find somewhere else to socialize and primp yourself.

- Another note to the above ladies, do not come into the gym with your hair freshly done. It’s clear that looking for a man is a bigger priority to you than dropping the lbs.  I am infuriated by ladies who come in with the long curls, get on a treadmill and walk at 1.0 speed.  Are. You. Serious?

- Please leave the jewelry at home, in your locker or in your car.  Door-knocker earrings, 5 rings for each finger, gold chains and other items do not belong on you when you're at the gym.  Yea, I don’t care that you’re engaged and that you’re ring is bigger than my head.  Wonderful for you, but it just doesn't belong at the gym.  Again, this is NOT a beauty pageant or a pawn shop for that matter, so put the metal away.

- Back to the idea of pageants. There is no need to come to the gym wearing anything sexy.  You're here to work out, not pick up a man.  If you are, let me remind you that this is not LQ’s, Don Coqui’s or any other club/lounge you like to frequent. It’s a gym!  Please do not come in wearing tights in which not only can we see your underwear, but we know you have a yeast infection.  You're the same girls who complain that the guy is staring at your ass.  Well hell, even I'm staring at your ass because you’re doing a machine in which your back is turned to us and/or you’re bending over.  Wear the appropriate gym attire, please.

- No thongs!  It's unsanitary and I would assume uncomfortable. Besides that's how you got the infection to begin with.

- Speaking again of appropriate attire, leggings are fine, if you’re wearing a long shirt over it.  Even in everyday life this is a “no no” and you wanna take it to the gym?  It’s gross and you’re making a fool of yourself.  Stop!

This Applies To Both of You Annoyances

- I get that you want to use this ab/arm/leg machine, whatever.  But I'm currently using it.  Sure ask me if I'm almost done, I'm fine with that.  But do not stand there staring at me while I'm trying to finish up my sets.  You burning a hole through my head will not make me go any faster.  And when I'm done doing one side, don't start walking towards me as if I'm going to fly off.  I still have the other side to do.  Do you have some open heart surgery you need to perform in the next 10mins and I'm preventing you from getting there because you just so badly need to do this before you leave? NO! So relax.  If you can't wait to use the machine, then entertain yourself by doing something else, because just because you want to use it now, means absolutely nothing to me.

- I've already addressed this in another blog, but I think I need to be a little clearer.  I DO NOT WANT TO WORK OUT ON YOUR DIRTY NASTY SWEAT!  Please, I don't care if you supposedly don't sweat, freaking wipe down where ever your nasty behind was sitting or laying, because no matter how dry you think you are, you're not.  If you walk away and I see a sweat stain in the shape of your ass, there's an issue.  Besides the fact that it's disgusting, it’s unsanitary.  We all check our heart rate on those metal bars, and it would be great if I didn't have to put my hands on your nasty juices.  There are bottles and/or napkins all over the gym. It's free! Use them!

- If I just got off the machine, don't go running to hop on it.  Can I clean it first?  I can't imagine you're in such a rush that you would want to work out on my sweat, especially if it's something where your face will easily touch.  Also don’t give me attitude when you realize there is sweat on it.  If you’re Speedy Gonzalez self would wait, I could get around to wiping it down. Stop being nasty and wait. 

- If you see someone reaching for a bottle of spray (because they're going to clean the machine they've just used) do not be a JERK and rush over to take it before they can.  It's just rude.  Did you not learn your manners in Kindergarten or even from your parents?  What adult person runs over to get something before someone else?  You’re acting like we’re experiencing a famine and that’s the last piece of chicken in the world.  Does it really make you feel good that you got to it first?  Do you want a cookie now?  Enough, grow up.

- If you're there to work out, then leave the cell phone in the car, the locker or home.  If there is one thing that aggravates me more than anything is watching someone talk on their phone and just stand on a machine.  If you're not going to use the machine because your phone call is so important, then get off and allow someone else to use it.  Don't stand there for 15 minutes chit chatting and doing nothing else.  It makes NO sense.

- Hi, this is called a GYM.  It's not social hour at the country club or the projects where you yell across the way to get someone’s attention.  OK, you see someone you haven't seen in a while and stop to say hi, that’s fine, no one cares.  But to lounge around on machines talking like its coffee time and not even making one move to actual use it, is unacceptable.  I have seen so many people just stand on the treadmill chatting or sitting on a machine as if it’s just a chair so that they can chat.  Furthermore yelling across the gym like there's a fire and you need to get that one persons attention before they burn to death, is also rude, annoying and makes me want to punch you right in the ear. Take your conversation to the side, to the bathroom, outside, wherever you want, but don’t disrupt other people.

- We all try and go to the gym with a work out buddy.  Of course, it keeps you motivated and you have someone to talk to while you’re on the elliptical, bike etc.  And if you have the breath to talk while working out, more power to you.  But please, please do not have PERSONAL conversations with your friends so loudly that we all know that John isn’t paying child support but bought a new car or that Tasha is cheating on Robert again.  It’s none of my business I agree, but when you’re talking that loud it becomes my business.  So don’t get all angry when I laugh at something you said, because you were obviously speaking in that tone so that I would have some input.

If any of this applies to you, then you need to reevaluate how badly you “need” the gym.  It's called gym etiquette, so get with the program people.  I will not be angry AND fat on account of you assholes!  And for those of you that are offended by this and say then maybe I should go to another gym, I say screw you.  I should be able to go to any gym, or anywhere for that matter, without being harassed or interrupted.  Should you not agree, as I always say, get your own damn blog! :)

So do you have any issues with the gym you’d like to share?  I'd love to know, so please share. 

Happy Blogging All!

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Thankful Thursdays

Since I have a weekly blog post called "Monday Grievances" in which I complain about crap that bothers me, I felt that given the season of Lent I should blog about things that don't bug me.  More so, things that I'm thankful for, because I as many things that irritate me there are just as many things that I'm thankful for.

So today I'll start with my amazing family whom I'm so THANKFUL for:  

-My mother who still buys me things at random that she thinks I will like, such as these cool boots. 

I know everyone thinks that they're mom is the best or the most amazing woman in the world, but in my case it's TRUE. LOL.  She is a fighter, a problem solver, an accountant (she does my taxes every year), a chef, a friend, a sister, a teacher and so many other things that if I wrote them all down, I'd be here all day.  She is the best thing I have in my life and I pray to God everynight and thank him for making her my mother.

- My Grandmother who will go to the store and buy me mini Cokes so I can have them with my dinner.  She won't get the 2 liter because she knows I like to drink it only on occasion, and hate when the soda goes flat.  She also will buy me Whole Wheat English Muffins, even though she hates them, with her own money so that I don't fail on my diet.  The woman will still to this day make me breakfast, lunch and dinner if I ask. She also makes me laugh, like when she yells at the guy on TV who's asking us to donate to the poor children of some country.  She says, "You have nice clothes on, I bet you have money. Why don't you donate?" As grumpy as she can be, she's all the things a Grandma should be. You just gotta love her.

- My sister who made me a smoothie when I got home from the gym today.  She's turning into such a little lady, and sometimes into a mini me.  She laughs at all my jokes, will help me clean my room, will help me think of ways to get back at people (all in good fun) and when I cry she hugs me, gives me tissues and tells me it's going to be "all ok". She also doesn't cringe when I sing :)  Though she may get on my nerves from time to time (hello we're sisters, that's just how it is), I wouldn't want any other sister but her. 

- My uncle Tio Sito who makes me laugh everytime I see him.  He is a strong man, a great uncle and a great father.  He has been through so much in this life, and never gives up.  Even as he goes through his health issues and personal life issues, he still finds the time to go to college to finish his education in order to make his life better.  If there is ever a person out there that can show me not to quit, it's him...even though like me, my mom still does a lot for him.  Hey, what can I say, she spoils us rotten. :)

So what are you thankful for?

Happy Blogging All!

Wordless Wednesday

Too all my catholic followers and friends, it's Ash Wednesday, which marks the beginning of Lent.  I've decided to give up hard alcohol - no vodka, rum, tequila, hennessy etc. I'm gonna be SO much fun at parties.  What are you giving up?

Happy Blogging All!

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Toe-To-Toe Tuesday: A Lie is a Lie...Or is it?

Your girlfriend is complaining that she's feeling fat and that her clothes don't fit her right.  As she goes on and on in her rant, she turns to you and asks, "Babe. Am I fat?"  Sure she's gained about 15lbs since you guys first met, but do you tell her that?  No, as a "good boyfriend" you tell a little white lie and say, "No, Sweetie. You look great."  And now you're a LIAR.  But so what right?  You didn't cheat on her.  You haven't beaten her.  You just told her something that would make her feel good.  And of course you probably also helped yourself out by avoiding the inevitable where she catches a nasty attitude, storms out, eats everything in the house all while cursing at you. So you've done nothing wrong, right?  In certain cases I guess I can agree. But what happens to the rest of the honesty in a relationship?  What may start off as just an innocent little "lie" to make your partner feel better or to avoid an argument, can easily develop into something more.

So where do the white lies start and the black and blue ones begin?  One day you're avoiding the truth about her fat ass large booty and the next day you're hiding the fact that your ex-girlfriend texted you.  And yes, in my opinion, if you hide something, you're lying.  Why so?  Because you wouldn't be hiding it if there were nothing to hide.  People lie or omit the truth for the same reasons every day: I don't want to hurt his/her feelings; I don't want to get into an argument about the same thing again; I just don't feel like dealing with this right now.  But in a relationship, if you're lying or feel the need to lie, big or small, white or black, what kind of foundation are you building and where do you go from there?  Again, I can agree in certain instances.  If you added mayonnaise to the mashed potatoes and your partner insists that they hate the stuff, but then eats it as if it's the best thing on earth.  Well you've proved a point and of course that's OK :).  Or if he asks you how many men you've been with, lie and lie again! Hahaha. But in all seriousness these aren't things that are going to trash the entire relationship (as long as you were protected, lol).  It's all about using your judgment and your common sense.  In relationships you learn the inner workings of your partners mind, so you should be able to tell what is OK to omit and what isn't. For example, going back to the ex thing, if your ex girlfriend texts you out of the blue asking how you are or wants to meet up for old time sake.  Whether you respond or not, I would want to know.  I mean it may seem silly to some of you, but if by some chance I where to find out, I'm going to wonder why the secrecy, and then that causes an argument.  Another example, if I ask you if you think something looks nice on me or not, tell me the truth.  Don't make me leave the house looking like some a-hole, only to get to where we're going and have someone else tell me I look like a douche.  Thanks for nothing "boyfriend".  Another great "lie" or "omission" is telling your partner half the story.  "Oh I was out with the boys drinking." Yea, that's awesome, but you forgot to mention the part where you were doing this drinking at a Strip Club.  Stop worrying about what might piss off your partner and cause an argument, because chances are whatever "lies" and "omissions" you're doing, are going to cause a bigger one when they're realized.

Knowing the type of person I am, even if there is a chance that I'll get upset, I always want to hear the truth above all else.  Thankfully I'm in a relationship where we (at least that's what I believe, yikes. lol) tell each other the truth whether it hurts or not; and trust me it does hurt!  My boyfriend will be the first one to point out an embarrassing pimple on my face or tell me that maybe I need to slow down on those extra sack of fries after I've already eaten two sacks alone! I think a saying I once heard can put it all into perspective: "What's done in the dark will be brought to the light".  Basically things you try to hide, will always be found out; whether you like it or not.  So think about that the next time you decide to tell a little white lie or omit the truth.  But again, never reveal your sexual partners. Hahaha. I kid, I kid ;)

So can you have honesty in a relationship and still tell little lies here and there and not reveal everything to your partner?  What's you're take.  Don't forget to check out my friend Ozymandias blog post to find out how he feels about the idea of a "lie".

Happy Blogging All!

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Monday Grievances

Hello All!  I've miss you and my writing so much.  I've been really busy with life and looking for a job, that I've just been out of commission so to speak.  My life has been full of applying for various jobs, going to the gym when my partner has time to take us and trying to figure out what it is I want out of this crazy thing called life.  Now before anyone asks me about the gym thing and why I need to wait for someone to take me.  Well the gym I go to is about an hour away from me if I take the train or bus.  Driving it takes about 15 minutes at the most.  Its not an excuse, it's a freaking hassle.  Anyway moving on.

What's been bugging me the most lately is this whole job search thing.  It's been almost a month that I've been out of a job, but I've been searching for work for much longer than that.  Before I was laid off there were two previous layoffs at the company where I worked.  The first was in 2009 and the second was in May of 2010.  By then we knew another would come so I started looking.  In November the third set of layoffs occurred and my name was on the "Shit List"... Inside joke. Apparently people that were getting laid off referred to the unlucky ones as a part of the "Shit List".  When the CEO found out about this, he was apparently very upset. I just thought it was funny... So I'm applying to all these different types of jobs, that at this point I'm even applying to things that are entry level.  My pet peeve to all this is that you get either you're over qualified (entry level) or you're under qualified (entry level).  Let me explain.  I don't want to stay in the world of Media.  Though it's what my mind knows how to do, I'd like to broaden my horizons and try something new while I'm still young enough to get my feet wet.  I'm very much interested in Marketing; more so of products like beauty/cosmetics, toys, sports memorabilia and things of that nature.  So here I am probing through Hotjobs, Monster, Career Builder and websites like the NBA, NFL, Nintendo and so forth.  And not ONE place has responded.  I've re-done my resume about a million times, with different people giving their input and have developed about 101 different cover letters.  At this point I'm at a loss.  WTF are these people looking for?!  I know the economy is bad, but obviously there are some jobs out there, if I'm applying to positions.  Then I remembered when I was at one of my previous jobs.  I remember speaking to a supervisor who was putting a job up on the internet, but only because by law they needed to.  The job in question already had two prospects from inside the company because they would rather higher from within.

So the question is, is that what these companies are doing?  Are they just putting up jobs because by law they have to, but they already know that they have their candidate in tow?  Looking for a job is extremely frustrating, and now this.  Now I'm not saying this is what they're doing, but I know that it's a possibility.  So what's a jobless girl to do?  Go and contact Head Hunters and Recruiters. And of course my luck would have it the ones that I've contacted or have contacted me are in CT.  So now not only am I broke, but the little money I get from Unemployment I have to use on transportation to CT.  AND these Head Hungers and Recruiters only show me jobs in Media! I keep telling them I want Marketing and then it's all silence. Ugh! This is the most annoying situation.  And for those that like to say "You're not looking hard enough; there is work out there."  I'm sure there is, but I didn't go to college for four years to sell people belts and earrings at your local Claires or be a hostess at Chili's.  And no, I don't believe that having a job at places like that is wrong or beneath me, so relax. I mean God bless the people that do have those jobs, because that means they have an infinite patience I will NEVER have. Its just not for me. If worse comes to worse, then yes I'll do what I have to do.  But bet your ass I'm going to keep looking for something that will actually use my brain, because my mother paid damn good money for me to do that.  So may the Lord continue to be with those that have been doing this for a year and more than that.  How do you do it?  It's driving me to drink.  So its either keep looking and become a drunk, pray for divine intervention or stop fighting the inevitable and go back to what know.  Or just become a deep fry cook at your local Diner.  A girl with dreams, that's what I am.

So is anyone else out there struggling like me?  What's your advice? Inquiring minds would LOVE to know. :)

Happy Blogging All!

Wordless Wednesday

This past weekend I stayed with my boyfriend and while checking my facebook at his house I found these photos, which I had been tagged in.

 

Mr. Coqui McFroggs (My Build-A-Bear buddy) who is a BOY, was brutally assaulted, forced to dress up like a girl and subjected to all types of abuse.  They said he was smiling, but it's not true; he was born with that smile and they took advantage of him.  Look into his eyes, and you will know fear.  To the culprits, I want you to know that this attack will not go unpunished.  Justice will be served...when you least expect it!

Happy Blogging All!