"Listen Here...I'm A Muslim Democrat, Illegal From Mexico, That Performs Back Alley Abortions On Lesbians. So If You Have Something To Say...SAY IT TO MY FACE!!"

Dont' you think it's ironic that a table of old people were bitching about illegal aliens IN a mexican resturant? true story...happened today at lunch.

alright, i know it's been a while but i've been busy:

i got back to town from MI (which by the way, was a HUGE fuckin' mess. which would explain why i'm back) and after settleing in (and by that i mean eating at all my favorite resturants) we got a phone call from AZ. it looks like my aunt has 6 tumors in her brain, the doc's gave her a year and that's being generous. i sped to my mom and dad's and all i asked is "when are we gonna' leave?" my dad couldn't get out of town fast enough, he needed to see his sister ASAP. to be honest, we all did. my mom and dad, myself and my two sisters took off for a week in San Manuel. we rented a mini-van and headed out. when we got to AZ we found out that my aunt didn't really have 6 tumors in her brain...she has 20 and one in her lung AND she has breast cancer (again), and those are the tumors that they can see. it was an extremely emotional week. i hate to see my aunt go through all of this. again. when my aunt lived here in denver when i was a kid a spent alot of time with her, as far as i'm concerned she's an angel. aside from my own parents i've never known anyone as loving and gentle as her. when she goes, it'll be like a star flickering out in my world. this sucks.

regardless of the reason for our trip, it was the first time my family (i.e. mom, dad, raquel, michelle and me) have been on a "vacation", just the 5 of us, since i was in a stroller. like i said, reason aside...it was really nice to be together for such a long time, just us. and i think it's what i needed after being away in michigan. and NONE OF US...will ever look at geishas the same, ever.

i got back from AZ and less than a week later, my sister woke me up and told me that my Godmother had passed away in her sleep on a trip to New Mexico. so last week we piled up in the car again, and headed out to Frances' funeral. now, to be honest with you, i haven't seen Kika (Kee-Ka, that's what everyone called her) since my HS graduation 14 years ago. but at the services, everyone was talking about how all she loved to do is laugh and joke around and how she hated to see people down or in need and would do anything in her power to help people. she was laughing and carrying on until the day she died. that's just how i remember her.

so now i'm back, AGAIN, and the job hunt is on. i've decided that i just have to buckle down and get a regular mon-fri desk job again and i'l be practicing massage up in morrison on the weekends. so wish me luck on the search for a new cubicle-farm and as far as my massage business goes...SEND ME CLIENTS!!!! seriously.

OH YEAH! - the new SCISSOR SISTERS cd rocks my fucking world out. just like i knew it would. i SO don't regret getting that tattoo on my ass after all! good job guys!! seriously...i fucking LOVE them.