La Madre

Pues ya saben que era o será las días de las madres por ahí en el mundo. So, I decided, aunque me quejo mucho de ella, to write about this wonderful lady that gave me life. And then others can share what you want about your Madre.

I was going to write a whole biography about her but decided against it. I will just write down things about her that makes me smile, laugh, cry or just want to scream at her.

Mi madre me grita when she is mad at others, of course she screams at me when she is mad at me as well. I smile, sometimes.

Mi madre se ríe cuando comienza a bailar conmigo y mis siblings we can be dancing like idiots, looking like monkeys jumping from tree to tree, but it is still fun. Me divierto.

Mi madre no tiene compasión, bueno no mucha, cuando me enfermo y no voy al doctor y me pongo grave. Me dice, "Te lo dije." I just smile.

Mi madre screams at me to do something, when I am in the process of doing it. I just smile in frustration.

Mi madre pulls the guilt card, every time I don't reach my potential. I just give her a hug.

Mi madre has an uncanny way of saying the right word to piss me off, even if she is being helpful. I just roll my eyes, respectfully.

Mi madres tells me she loves me. I give her a kiss.

Mi madre is perfect in a very human way. I love her, even if I want to run away from her on occasions.

*Photos taken from these sites 1 and 2

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I had this whole entry written out and ready to send in for anyone to read, and then I didn't like what I had written so I deleted it, I didn't save it, just erase and gone. So now escribire de otra cosa, de nada.

Saturday night and instead of going out with my friends, they called thirty minutes ago to go over their place, I decided to sit here for a while and write. I decided not to be sociable and entertaining tonight. Just sit and ponder what the hell I will do. I have been doing this a lot. I never come up with an answer, it doesn't depress me as I know it would to someone, I mean it is better to ponder about what we will be doing eventually then think about how to get out of something we are doing right now that we don't like to be doing. Long sentence, but do I make sense?

Frivolous, again who cares.

Parents. I am old, well, older than twenty-one, but the minute the parents speak my brain shuts down and I get annoyed by them. Is this normal?
They will ask me a question regarding the siblings, digging for dirt, and I usually will respond in an annoying and rude tone. My usual response is why don't you ask them your self. Sometimes, I will get a lecture because of them. For instance, if one or all of them do something wrong I will get the lecture. The responsibility lecture, again, I tell them why don't you tell them this. Their response, "Well, they don't listen." Excuse me, parents, but do you really think I want to hear the same lecture over and over again? NO! It is annoying. Especially, since I am not the one that did the deed.

Again who cares.

It is funny the smallest thing that can annoy us.

When I am told what to do when I am doing it. My brain just wants to commit murder.
When somebody does something nice for someone else, and they complain because it wasn't done the way they want it. Just be a bit grateful.
One uppers. Enough said.
The smacking of the lips when people talk. Ha Ha. I am just going crazy now.

Hell, I know, I annoy people. They have told me.

Oh well, I am human...and I still don't know what I will do.

What annoys you?

No mas pensando

"I have hit a wall." 

I have no idea lo que quiero hacer ahora.  I mean how can you decide want you want to do for the rest of your life.  Ahore me siento un poco atrapada just by thinking that I have to decide something soon, because I can't spend the rest of my life bumming around and jumping from place to place.  It is fun, but it tends to get old.  Pero it scares me just thinking of settling.

BECAUSE I WILL NOT SETTLE.

And there is the root of my problem.  I am always thinking that I am settling, why?  No tengo la menor idea, porque en realidad  I never have, but others have that I know and they just seem so miserable.

Grrr!  I am just rambling again and letting my mind wonder to new careers.  I mean how do people decide?  How the hell did you decided? or have you not?

Something on what happened in Virginia.

Just a little blip. I don't want to spend a lot on it since there must be hundreds comments on this, but I believe that the media shouldn't have played or published what the individual left behind. That was just helping the individual reach his goal of stardom and proving to others that anything will get you in the media. He should have been left behind and not made him the star of his little movie he created.

That is all, otra vez es lo que yo pienso.

Quien hace caso?

I need some respuestas.

¿Que pasa con la juventud de hoy? I know everybody always asks the same question, but do you think that they don’t care or are they just being forgotten. I mean from personal experience (i.e. I once was a teenager and dealing with teenagers, currently) some of them just don’t seem to care. Se meten en problemas and they act como it is our fault. Society might blame the parents for not paying attention to their children, but I have been involved with parents that are involved with their children and they still drop-out, get in trouble with the law, or just don’t give a damn about their future.

I have also noticed that their peers have the greatest influence on them. Example, I know of a teenager that by herself she will do her homework, go to work, and be somewhat responsible, but mix her boyfriend or friends and she becomes this child that is disrespectful towards her family, gets in to fights for the dumbest reason, fails classes and just thinks that her family is getting in the way and doesn’t know what she has gone through. I mean can’t they see that their friends are not helping.

Otra cosa que me choca is when kids say they got into pandillas so they can know what a family feels like. Te la paso that there are some kids out there that are completely forgotten by family but that is not an excuse to be a pendejo, succeed and show them what you are capable of don’t just be another statistic

I have also encountered others that have a loving family that cares about them and still say that they don’t have any family until they joined their clica. Give me a break.

You guys are probably tired of hearing the same stuff, so aqui le corto.

Another thing, I am not saying the whole youth is like this. These might be the exceptions or maybe the ones that succeed, but I just had to vent.

Some facts on Youths in Gangs.