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Monday, August 31, 2009

Quote of the day, Biaaatch

This is an email my good friend Sandie ( who did serve this country ) had sent to me. I thought it was worthy to post this for you all.
While the C-5 was turning over its engines, a female crewman gave the G.I.s on board the usual
information regarding seat belts, emergency exits, etc.
Finally, she said, 'Now sit back and enjoy your trip while your captain, Judith Campbell, and crew
take you safely to Afghanistan '
An old MSgt. sitting in the eighth row thought to himself,
'Did I hear her right? Is the captain a woman? '
When the attendant came by he said 'Did I understand you right? Is the captain a woman?' 'Yes,'! said the attendant, 'In fact, this entire crew is female.'
'My God,' he said, 'I wish I had two double scotch and sodas. I don't know what to think
with only women up there in the cockpit.'
'That's another thing, Sergeant,' said the crew member,
'We No Longer Call It The Cockpit'
'It's The Box Office.'

Quote of the day:
'Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit.'
So true, aint it?

Friday, August 28, 2009

A girl should be two things: Classy and Fabulous

If there was only one bad ass woman in fashion, Coco Chanel would take the lead. This successful woman full of energy and passion has a story that needs to be told. The movie "Coco before Chanel" has captured her fabulous essence and will further educate you in the game.

Listed below are some of my favorite quotes by this inspiring woman:
“Fashion fades, only style remains the same.
“As long as you know men are like children, you know everything!"
"Success is often achieved by those who don't know that failure is inevitable.”
“How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something but to be someone."
“Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.”
"The best color in the whole world, is the one that looks good, on you!”

Its a Shame you Cant Tell Time.

But there is an Alternative.

No... You may NOT just get ANY watch. You must have guidelines. For example: I love me a Zub Zehn SB 20 Nooka! You see, they have a watch in any color and any style for any occasion. It is simply amazing and you  really cant go wrong at nooka.com.

Although... the Pimp Pusher LED  is what I really crave.

Its 2009 and you must be on top of your watch game.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

It Aint a Secret..

I know what you are getting me for my birthday.
 Go on with yourself and let me know when you get it.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Stay Educated.


"Keep A Breast encourages young people to keep a positive mind, body, and soul." This is a great organization that reaches out to the community though an outstanding use of creativity. Learn more and support.
Check it: http://www.keep-a-breast.org/

Serious Issue.

L.A. Gear: Simply sneakers that we a love due to the form of connection we all have with them. Its a connection with our past, our childhood memories. These sneakers are not trying to make a comeback, they have made a mouthful of a statement. I have seen them bring back some killer L.A. Gears in the past but never have I wanted L.A. Gears so bad since they hooked up with Club Zonder Filter.L.A. Gear X Club Zonder Filter Old Skool makes me happy. Lady's Only, Sorry Fellas. The Sneakers you see in the bottom right corner are what I really need for my fall attire. I love everything about this hightop and am currently searching for it online.

Learn more about L.A. Gear X Club Zonder Filter at http://www.thevine.com.au/fashion/articles/la-gear-x-club-zonder-filter-amsterdam.aspx

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

This Will Make You Laugh


Last night in a bar in the center of a crowd
I sit accompanied by my peers obnoxious and proud
It began with one man staring deeply into my eyes
Saying some bullshit, I had no reply

I asked him to leave, he was creepin me out
Standing too close, on the wrong route
In return, he blew into my ear
Asking me to dance, my expressions of fear

He was now in my bubble, my personal space
This moment we had, I wish I erased
He looked at my homegirls, said they had sass
Stating hes from Oregon, must mean hes badass

A song comes on, he turns to the dance floor
He made it a point that he was hardcore
Takes this broad from behind; takes off her shirt
Nothing but a creepshow, a repulsive pervert

Trying to get my attention, I hear this voice
But now do I listen? I have to make a choice
I decided to hear, what he had to say
This funny man, was on the straightway

Asked me if I would get on the pole and dance
I responded with no, un un, not a chance
He pondered on how I would talk someone into it
said buy em a drink and keep their grits lit

His challenge: May I buy you a drink, make it a double
I don't drink, I laughed, you must mean trouble
His comeback was good, I was not prepared
He said he knew I was pregnant, oh how he dared

The shit was funny, I gave him mad props
Cookie cutter though, straight from the bakeshop.
I told him you cant have your cake and eat it too
Then he decided to argue and make it an issue

I didn't have time, it was getting late
Told him no, he best relocate
He was persistent, running his mouth
Starting talkin all g like he was reppin the south

About that time, I walk away
He said, baby but wait, its my birthday
What a pathetic fool, indeed a poor guy
Tonight... these... fellas... I asked myself why...

haha true story. Thought you'd like that.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The 1 and Only Emotional Blog U Will Get.



So, I had a very dear friend pass away about a month ago. His name was Chad Johnson. He used to live by me and then moved down to Texas which was very sad. Although I was sad he moved, Chad and I had a strong friendship and believe it or not we kept in touch through out the years.


This weekend I flew to Texas to spend time with his Mother Penny and Nicole. Penny is one of the sweetest women I know. She is beautifully kind-hearted and a phenomenal Mother. Time and time again, Chad had told me that her and Bob were his hero's and his love for them and Gabby, his sis was enduring. Unfortunately,Gabby could not be there this weekend :( and Bob was flying out by me, the same time I was flying out by him, so I did not get to see him but I did get to speak with him on the phone for a bit about chupacabras and Aston Martins :).

I was looking forward to weekend for a while but I was very nervous of what to expect. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be going down there and feel like this nightmare just began again. I had a connecting flight in ATL. That airport is so damn big. I like to walk to find my gate but after 45 minutes of being lost, I decided to ask how to get to the train so I could find the terminal C. I finally found it and boarded that flight right away.

I arrived in Houston about 1:30 in the afternoon. My second flight went so fast. I was drawing a picture of Chad for Penny on the plane and didn't even have time to perfect it. The plane ride for me started getting a little emotional. "This was it." I was getting off this plane in Houston and Chad was not picking me up. Holding back tears from the public eye, I started to look for my bag. I mean no one can miss my luggage. They say don't bring luggage that will stand out because it is more likely to be taken but I would never travel with out a few Betsey Johnson delights... Anyways, they had locked my bag in a room... I don't know why, but I did not realize that until the 45 minutes passed of me starring at all the luggage sliding by on the revolving belt.

I then receive a phone call from Penny saying shes there. I turn to my left and look straight ahead. I saw Penny! I gave her a big hug, then we went to get my bag, and we proceeded to the car. While in the car, we shared our first light tears. I have been up since 3am, overtired, and hungry for I refuse to buy anything but coffee at airports. We pulled into Chili's restaurant when Penny had called Nicole to come meet us. I was excited to but nervous to. Nicole comes in and greets me with a hug, what a sweetheart she is for real. I feel for her and Penny so much and cant send enough love for them. Our lunch was over and we headed back to the house where everything came crashing down on me again. A couple of Chads friends were there and I guess I was a little overwhelmed. My mood was real rude and I stepped outside to let it out and then maintain composure.

Saturday, Penny and I got up and went to get coffee and kalachis( Spelling?ha) which I had never had before. Around noon, Nicole walked in the door and we took off for Sargent Beach where Chad had passed away. Can you imagine how hard this was for them? They were taking me there and I cant speak enough about how much I appreciate it. About an hour and a half later we were there. Driving passed love shacks, a little lost, we finally found the road. My stomach started getting queasy and this warm feeling, almost like chi, cruised up and down my body. There it was. We pulled over to the side of the road and in the field sat crosses and flowers. Penny and Nicole stayed on the road and I, in fear of rattle snakes, stepped into the field. Standing over the dieing cactus and grass which was pushed to the ground, I closed my eyes and had my moment.


I cant tell you how many times this weekend I had that warm feeling of chi. As I get back in the car, I thank Penny and Nicole for taking me there. It wasn't easy for them, I know that. We proceed to the Beach where Chad was going to go fishing. I step on that sand and think of how peaceful everything was. The beach is so beautiful that even with people around you feel like you are the only one there. We are all quiet and in thought. We stayed there for a bit and then started to walk back in the car. I reach down to pick up a shell for keepsake and I hear Nicole and Penny say, "Does that say Gabby?" There it was, written in the sand, Chad's sisters name. A couple footsteps down, also engraved in the sand were the words "I love you" with an arrow underneath, which pointed in the direction of Gabby. Wow, right? A little crazy. What are the chances of this, the day we go down there, written so perfectly. I took pictures at the beach in amazement and then I grabbed a stick and started to write to Chad in the sand. I dated my note and signed it with love.



Penny, Nicole, and I walked back to the car and continued to drive past all the beach houses and then home. We went to an amazing Mexican restaurant and topped it off with Ben and Jerrys. Later that night Penny and I put on some videos of Chad which I had viewed over and over again. He has this informational cooking video that I could not stop smiling when seeing it. He was so funny in it, I didn't want to turn it off! Penny and I continue to reminisce of Chad for the rest of the night. Saturday, was a crazy day, very emotional but we all stayed very strong.

Sunday morning came fast. I was glad that we did not see a chupacabra on Saturday night. Penny has seen one in real life in her own back yard! Those goat blood sucking creatures are so scary! I am early riser and said rise and shine to that sun at 7am. I stepped out of the bedroom and went on the computer where I started to write a post for Chads wall. Once again, I write something long and meaningful and decide not to post it. I remain on the computer while starring at the pictures that I took on the beach on Saturday, then, spilling tears, I headed back to room to read some letters that Chad had wrote to me a while back.

Shortly after, I hear Nicole's voice. She was saying she had a dream about a chucamunga haha; a chupacabra. I look down and there she was. Today we were going to the country club where Chad cooked. As we drive past houses that you only see on covers of magazine and in your dreams,ha, I thought about how Chad knew he was gettin it. Chad had such a bold and strong personality. He never gave up and I give him so many props for conquering his struggles and his winning over his accomplishments. He was doing so well, I wish I could of told him how proud of him I was. We drove up to the front of the club and the valet parker's hopped in as we got out. The hostess greeted us at the door and guided us through the dinning room to our table with an amazing view. The buffet was packed with luxurious items such as shrimp and oooo weee you should of seen the deserts. There in front of me stand two cooks, one preparing a dish of pasta and the other cooking omelets. I can just image Chad and his personality. The members there loved him. I just know it. We had an amazing brunch and yes, I did go up twice for dessert.

Time was flying so fast, and it was that time. Time for me to head back home. As I packed up the car, Penny and Nicole took me to the airport. Leaving them was so hard. I don't know why, but I always try to hold everything back. I never let anyone see me sweat or cry. As I'm struggling to maintain a straight face, I give Penny and Nicole a hug, where once again that feeling of chi was running through my body. I shut the door and run inside the airport for I was running a little late checking my bag. lol. I board the plane right away and am seated next to this girl who is who is talking dirty on the phone. I believe she was slightly intoxicated ha, but maaaan was she loud and ranting profanity.I just look at the lady next to me and hope there was a different seat for me... There wasn't a extra seat for me but I did zone her out thinking about the hard and depressing but wonderful weekend. Frantically, I was getting the blues and started to cry. Leaving Penny and Nicole was heartbreaking. It was very painful and tragic, really, heart rendering. This whole weekend was such a whirlwind.

I appreciate everything Penny has done for me so much. It was amazing meeting Nicole and spending the weekend with them was like having a piece of Chad back. I am forever grateful and am going to continuously send my love and blessings to Chads family and friends.

Monday, August 10, 2009

My Weekend: Tattoo Convention




Saturday Night I went to the Harley Davidson museum for the Kingpins Tattoo Convention. I went there with a pocket full of cash but all I ended up with was a foot switch and clip cord. I got the chance to talk to amazing artists from around the world and once again be in awe over the sideshows. This time, I was hiding in the back so I was not asked to be a volunteer again. Overall, this weekend was dope but suspension and sideshows are still weird to say the least.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Horchata: True Life


Milk: I don't drink it unless it is in my cereal or chocolate shake. But what I do love to consume is is some sweet, creamy, Horchata topped with cinnamon. So, almost everyday that I am at the tattoo shop, I get this suffering craving for Horchata. Lucky for me, there is an exquisite Mexican restaurant down the street. As soon as I walk in the door there are three employees that run back and start filling up those cups. I get three horchatas: one for me, one for George and one for Skully.
From the time I leave the restaurant and get back to the tattoo shop my horchata is more than half gone. Seriously, ridiculous. To prevent this from happening, I decided to ask if i could buy a pitcher. I was told I could buy a half gallon. Now they love to give me deals there, cause I am regular customer, so I left with only 9 dollars out of my pocket, three horchatas and a half gallon.
I got back to the tattoo shop where the first cup was already down. This is great I thought to myself, "Ill just go ahead and refill my cup." Second cup down... "This is a beautiful thing, ill just go ahead and refill my cup again...". 2.5 cups down the road, I started feeling a little weak and unwell. I stopped there due to the nauseous effect that had creeped upon me every time I thought of horchata. The half gallon was still pretty full, so I took it back home where I would be able to drink it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner the next day.
I brought that shit home and couldn't even look at it. I was trying to pawn it off on my brothers but had no luck. This half gallon of horchata was not going to be finished. So, there it remained on the bottom shelf of my refrigerator for 6 days.
I opened the Fridge today to see If anything looked tempting and saw this lonely, un-gulped half gallon of horchata. Still, thinking about how I drank way to much in one sitting only a week ago, I grabbed the gallon and put it on the table. I went to get a glass, sat down, slid the lid off the container, and inhaled what had the be the most corrupt, corroded stench possible. 7 in the morning and I was not ready for this gruesome matter. I will not be explaining what had happened next but I will tell you that I am no longer drinking horchata.
Point of the story, some times you are better off not buying in mass quantity. Take something so good as a privilege and be rewarded. Don't indulge often, for you will no longer be satisfied with what was once a delicacy.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

I Feel Like she Stole my Bus Fare


I have been watching these Married to the Mob x Colette Reebok Freestyles (Only 350 pairs made worldwide) that have been on eBay for 10 days. OK, so the moment I saw them I checked the size. 7.5, a little big, but I can manage a half size up. These sneakers were put on eBay for me. Quickly without thinking, I started to bid the first two days... I was antsy and uncalm. Then under a deep breath I thought to myself, "wait till the last day so these fantastic soles can be mine."
Well, yesterday was the last day of the Married to the Mob x Colette auction and the war began. I upped a dollar, she upped a dollar, I upped a dollar, he upped a dollar. Then out of the corner of my eye I glanced at the clock. It was that time; I already pushed it being late to work, so at 15 minutes left, I put my top bid in. I then, crossed my fingers and packed my things, jumped in my car, and headed to my money maker.
8 hours of the day had passed and not one minute went by where I did not think of those kicks. When the day had come to an end, I rushed home to get on eBay. I rushed so fast to see that these lovely, one of a kind high tops have been bought for 1 dollar more than I had bid. I feel like she stole my bus fare. Mother Fucker.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Recommendation for the Ladies


So It has been two years since this book has been out and I finally got my hands on it. Camilla Morton is a hilarious author with a strong sense of class. "How to Wear High Heels" really is the girls guide to everything. From getting ready, to picking up dog poop, going to a funeral or attending a wedding, Camilla Morton lets girls know how to be and stay on point. I strongly recommend this to the ladies.

Monday, August 3, 2009

New XBOX!


It is finally coming to our indubitable future: The New XBOX. MmMmmm. I first had seen an abundant amount of tutorials for this a while back. The new XBOX, also known as Project Natal, is a hands-free control system that can use face recognition and motion sensors to allow users to play games. Project Natal has to be the most fascinating and electrifying thing I have seen since the robot violinist. Although, the more I watch it, the more creepy and unpleasant it becomes. I remain in a love/hate relationship. Can we no longer leave our children with an imagination? What do you think? '

http://www.bingegamer.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/project-natal.jpg

Sunday, August 2, 2009

My Lost Nooka


It has been two weeks since I have lost my Nooka. Things in my life have been frustrating and chaotic due to this loss. At 6am this morning, I woke up to my nooka alarm. Still half asleep, I jet out of bed to find the watch. Peering through my sock drawers and throwing makeup out of bins in mayhem, I make a mess. After one minute the alarm had silenced. Better luck next time. :(

The Ugly Truth





Last night my friend Annie was in town which was very exciting! So...we decided it would be a good idea to go see the movie "The Ugly Truth." While I got into my sweats, Annie made some fabulous popcorn over the stove which we brought into the movie along with her Sugar Spree Soda Sugar Cane. Mmmm. What a movie; it was over the top, I laughed a lot, and Gerard Butler is not bad to look at.


Gerard Butler... Mr. Butler. I thought he was a good piece of eye candy since I had seen the movie "RocknRolla." Consecutively, I would watch this movie due to the attraction of all the wonderful men in it. There is a man for every type of personality and I was really diggin Mr. Butler's Character along with his rugged and sexy gay friend Handsome Bob (Tom Hardy, who is British).


To carry on, Annie and I were talking about Mr. Butler's accent after the movie. Apparently, he had a speech coach and had to work very hard. Now in the movie, " The Ugly Truth," sometimes you would think to yourself, "Is he American or British?"or " Is he English or Irish?." Why cant we tell the difference between these accents? (As Annie and I laughed)


For all those that were wondering, I googled Gerard Butler. This man is Scottish! Born in Paisley, Scotland, he spent some of his youth in Canada, he is 6"2' and is 40 yrs of age. Listen to Tom Hardy and Gerard Butler and tell me if you can tell the difference between there accents!

Saturday, August 1, 2009

My birthday is coming up


Usually, I don't make a big deal out of my birthday. I get up early on my birthday, I work on birthday, I clean the house on my birthday, and so on and so fourth. Well this year, to be quite honest, I'm pretty sure I'm going to do the same thing. Which is why I'm letting you guys know that I deserve a really nice gift. ha

For the past two years, I have been using this really dope gold and zebra print bag. It was my absolute favorite. Handmade and original; no one else had it. It was just great to carry my artwork in. This bag had just enough room for all my papers and separate pockets for my pencils and tattoo machines. Well, two years, almost everyday.... IT BROKE. Frankly, I'm in distraught.

We need to make moves not excuses here. Madsteez has this bag out that I have been WANTING for a long time. It never gets old. You see, the word "WANT" I have learned is not good. I WANT this bag but I don't need it due to the number of bags I already own. This is where you come in. I need this nice gift for my birthday.
You can purchase this art bag for me at http://www.madsteez.com/. Remember make moves not excuses.

Filthy, Raunchy, and Raw

So Brian Viveros... Wicked art hey? This man is truley amazing! Known for his erotic pictures, his illustratons portray the little dark side of his mind. Cute. Viveros stepped up his game when he participated in the Art of Porn Exhibition in Switzerland back in 97. Its a shame I didnt know about Viveros earlier. It would of been interesting to follow his work. You can order his prints online at the wesite below.