My dream classmates!

While I was in jr high & high school I had some really great friends. The bff Judy and I had a blast. We have many fun memories and some not so great. Now that I'm older and have been working since I was 19 I have met 2 ladies who are just so funny and great to hang around with. I wonder what school days would have been with Shirley (i believe she was a hippie) and Gloria (the sweet Jewish girl from New York). They are a lil older then me but every time I got to work with these girls I knew it was gonna be a fun day.

Shirley will tell it like it is and it's awesome because not many people are like that. She will make you laugh with all her great life stories. She has the mouth of a sailor sometimes just like me and I love her for that. Gloria is more on the quite side but hanging out with her and listening to some of the funny things she has to say makes for a great laugh. She has a big heart and has done somethings in life I hope I can do someday. These ladies have both lead some interesting lives. I sometimes wonder how cool it would have been to go to high school with these two. I wonder how much trouble we would have gotten into and how many adventures we would have had. I miss working with them. I miss laughing at our other co workers or stupid tourist. Thank God for Facebook which keeps me in touch with them and let's me read there status updates. Let's go play bingo soon ladies I miss you.

The strange things I tend to miss...

There are a couple of odd things that I miss in my life. My life is totally functional and fine without it but there are still things I do miss.

Ballet, as a small child I took ballet and dance class for a while. My parents pulled me out when the school moved and they didn't want to drive further. I always wonder if I would have been skinner in life if my parents kept me in ballet.

My trips to Costa Rica. I went there many times as a small child. Last time I went I was 13. I can't believe it's been so fucking long. Omg time goes by to fast. I remember going and staying there for 2 weeks at a time, then crying when we had to fly back home because all I wanted was to stay at my Tia Nifas house.

Jr high, by far one of the most carefree times of my life. We had fun, we went out, we stayed out late it was great. It was me and the bff Judy. Stuck to each other like gum. What in the world were we thinking wanting to grow up? I miss walking half way to meet my friend Queta or riding my bike around the block with my friend Jessica. Going to church retreats with Judy. Growing up in the valley was great.

The cemetery, it's a sad place especially when death first happens but once you come to peace with it it becomes a quiet peaceful place to go to. I miss all the conversations and lunches I had there with the bff Norma. Sometimes when I feel like just talking I wish I could drive all the way out there and meet her there.

My son being 1 & 2. My little monster grew so fast I miss those days where he would make me watch Monsters Inc and Toy Story a million times. That was back when I was a stay at him mom and was lucky enough to only have to go to school for a few hours then spend the rest of my time with him.

Now it's on to the married mommy full time worker. Life is still good. I just have bills now. Lol

Drinkin since I was 4... Or maybe since I was younger.

I'm talking about coffee chill people. I went through my alcoholic phase at 22. Anyways I still remember when I was 4. I had a cute care bears mug that my mom would put my warm cafe con leche in while she would give my warm home made breakfast. It tasted so good. It was normal for me to have coffee everyday. That year we went down into the dirty dirty of Mexico and my grandma there gave me coffee. Omg it was the worst shit ever! It tasted like tea water. I didn't know that not all coffee tasted as good as Costa Rican coffee. Now as a adult I try to get my hands on Costa Rican coffee and leche pinito as much as I can. Leche pinito is this great milk powder they have in Costa Rica. It makes coffee perfect. My top favorite coffees are Costa Rican con leche pinito, star bucks cinnamon Dulce latte and my bff Normas. On a cold day that's all I want. But I wish I had Normas coffee more then any other because along with that comes good chisme conversation. Coffee you are awesome.

If I could...

Protect you from many stupid mean things I would. As a mother and as a wife if I could protect my loved ones all the time I would. Sadly I can't. I can't be at my sons school everyday to make sure bullies or sub teachers don't treat him bad and hurt his all ready extra sensitive personalty that the school counselor says he has. If I could I would go yell at all the mean kids and tell them "STFU you lil shit I hope your mom pops you one in the mouth!" But I'm sure that would get me banned from the school and some kind of anger management classes maybe even jail time. Sure my son does more telling on others then defending him self, but WTF the kid doesn't like to fight and he expects for the adults to handle the situation. He's 10 and he's not into sports. He's into building and painting legos. That's his happiness, not playing a sport that cost tons of money and gets him on the worst team in the league. Some don't seem to understand the skill and patience behind putting tiny lil pieces of legos together. The kid is a loner. Since day one I knew this. He always managed to wonder off on his own in social situations. It's because of this that my son is treated not so nice. He is a full time glasses wearer and he's chubby. But he has a big heart and would never sit there and actually harm another human on purpose although sometimes I wish he would just punch a mean kid so other kids could see and say ok let's not mess with him anymore. I've never fought with anybody. I don't expect him to either. I'm not a mother who's in denial. I know my son can be boring and can annoy people with his boring stories of legos and star wars. Atleast I know for sure my son isn't a bully who is make some other kids life hell or is fighter and hits every kid he comes in contact with.

The next one I wish I could shield sometimes is a grown man. Yes he is even older then me but his feelings do still get hurt. If I could rewind to the day where someone said "yea I call him that all the time" I would. I would pull that person to the side and say hey now look this is why you shouldn't call that guy that. But I couldn't as much as I know it's wrong and it stabs my hub in the heart every time he hears it there is nothing at all I could do. And like he said it's not like he has room to compete and change what was said. If it was up to me that issue would never come up.

Not when you talk shit..

Truth is that I'm married to a big Shit talker...omg the man talks shit all the time! 95% of the time it's funny. The other 5% of the time it pisses me off and I stop loving him for that moment.. Ok no I don't stop loving him but sometimes his shit talking comes at the most inappropriate times. Other times he's not discrete about it and people hear him. Maybe he hasn't stopped because he's never gotten a ass beating for it? I have no idea. But I know on a few occasions people have heard him running his big mouth.

Behind this shit talker there is a man who deep down inside has a big heart to go with his big mouth. He has a loving and sensitive side that not many people see. Its a cute cuddly side. I know when to call him out on his " fuck it, I don't care attitude. " He's blurter who blurts out things he doesn't mean most of the time. This I know comes from his dysfunctional up bringing. I am a firm believer that his shit talking is a mix of his Marthaness (his mom) and his Rosaness (his fathers last name is Rosas). His parents speak their minds sometimes way too much. Only my father speaks his mind my mom is quiet. I have learned to understand his dorky shit talking ways. He makes me laugh. He is my "til death do us part" or till his Alzheimer's kicks in and I have to put him in a home (inside joke between us). My Rosas, I love you more then you will ever know. Thank you for all the laughs your shit talking ways have brought me. You are my yummybutt.

Dear Google,

I fuckin love you! Your amazing. I have found so much dirt on people thanks to you. You rock! Thank you! Hahaha! The power of Google kicks ass. =)

It was a mix of the Brady bunch minus 3 kids then plus 1.

It's a full house in the summer. I had just my son Bryan 4 years ago. Then once I married my husband I became the step mom of 2 more children. A boy named Zen and a girl named Wednesday. Then a few months later we had our spawn together Mia Monroe.

I have Bryan (gordo) full time sometimes he goes to see his father but it's very very rare. He has a lame excuse for a father. The man has not paid child support since we split over 7 yrs ago. He probably never will. So I keep my son full time because his father is not responsible. Zen and Wednesday live in Texas. Their mom decided to move out there a little before I met my husband so we only have them in the summer, before or after Xmas and every other Thanksgiving. Its not enough time but it's the best that we can get when it comes to our wallet. Since Mia is our only child together she is the only one who never has to go any where.


Right now the house is full. Video games are being played. There is loud laughing going on and kids running up and down the stairs consuming go gurts and juice bags like crazy ( caprisuns). Mini vacation trips to six flags California are being planned. Sam's club is loving our extra weekly shopping. My husband is more at peace having all kids under one roof, instead of worrying about the other 2 being so far and missing out on more then half of their lives. He doesn't have to worry about the phone not being answered when he calls them or the phone he calls them on being broken. He has 42 days of seeing and talking to them every single day. There is a little more life in the house while the step kiddos are here. It's summer time at the Rosas house. Time to soak it all in with quality time with each other. Have fun and let the kids relax.

Mia Monroe, the princess.

My son was 6 and a half. He was wonderful. (still is) Behaved, loving cute little boy. When I had him I realized how important it was to space out your children age wise. Why? Because if you don't you will miss a lot. Newborn stage cute and tiny. Toddler stage trying to walk, walks says single words. Terrible 2's they understand "no" storta they talk more and repeat a few things you wish they wouldn't and learn to count and know how to identify shapes and colors. The 3 year old stage, they say tons of things speak in whole sentences and can still be carried. The 4 year old stage, you realize that they are no longer babies sure they are your baby but when you say " my baby" while your speaking to another adult and they see a huge walking talking kid next to you they give the "WTF are you kidding?" look. Finally you hit 5 and it's time for them to go to school. This is when you think hmm maybe its time for another baby. Atleast I did. Only one problem. I wasn't dating a marriage material person. Sure he was nice but marriage within the next couple of years wasn't in his vocab.


Once I realized that I moved on and figured I would just stay single. May as well I was young and worked full-time and had been for a few years. I met a guy I liked but I wasn't looking for anything serious neither was he. Turns out we fell in love. Then I found out I was pregnant. I was sick. Oh so sick. The smell of subway drove me crazy, it did while I was pregnant with my son too. The smell of the food court by my job was impossible for me to walk into because of the combination of subway, panda express, del taco, starbucks and wendys was too much smell for me to handle. I ate crackers so much to make the icky feeling go away. I wanted a boy. Your probably wondering why if I already had one. But I wanted another boy because my entire life I have been scared of having a daughter. I'm not a girlie girl. I'm not into doing my hair all the time or wearing dresses and heels. My biggest fear about having a girl was the fact that I'm a bad hair styler. Yes being a bad hair styler is what scared me the most about having a girl. I knew though since I was so flippin sick my odds of having a boy weren't good. It just felt so different from the last time. Once we had the ultrasound and the tech said "there's the burger, it's a girl" and my son said "I knew it" and my mom had told me she was hoping I had a girl the idea I was having a girl was still hard to sink in. I would go shopping and couldn't help but think how much more I liked the lil boy clothes verses the lil girl clothes. I couldn't pick a girlie stroller or playpen I chose a cute light cream color ones with soft drawings of tiny hippos and other safari animals. But this lil girl inside my tummy made sure I knew she was different compared to her brother. She would move so strange sometimes it seemed like she was trying to hide. She also made sure I had allergies while I was pregnant. Never in my life had I had allergies. I though in had the flu for days and finally when ton the doctor and she said it was just allergies. I couldn't breath, I would have the worst cough attacks that would cause me to puke.


I was just dying to hit 37 weeks because I knew that if she came anytime after that she would be healthy and safe. But I knew I sure didn't wanna wait till I was 40 weeks to pop. Oh no I was way to uncomfortable. My due date was June 26. It felt so far away I wanted to pop in May. I started going for walks and doing squats even while I was at work. The day before I had her I went swimming as much as i could.

I woke up at 6 am and felt a slight strange pain. But said screw it and got up, got ready and drove my hour drive to work. On my way there I had a few more of the strange pains but nothing to painful. While I was at work I was pretty sure it was contractions but I knew the drill you show up to the hospital to early your screwed because it turns into a waiting game. So I waited and hoped that my water wouldn't pop because ugh that would be embarrassing. I made it thru my shift crossed the street to Ballys casino to drop off my deposit and clock out. I went to the bank then off to the hospital. My mom and husband met me there. I was 3 cm when I got there. I was so disappointed I thought I would be further by then. They checked me, IVD me and put me in a room. I went thru 12 hours of labor with my son with out pain meds. I was crazy I know. But I was also 16 when I had him and my best friend told me I could do it without pain meds, so I did. Ouch!! But this time I had good insurance thru work and no way. I was getting pain meds. The doctor was shocked that I was ok with such a low dose of meds. By 745 I had to push and my doctor was nowhere to be found ahhhhhhhhh! If you've ever tried to hold in a baby it freaking sucks! Finally she showed up and after a few pushes our lil ball of fury was born. She was perfect. Ten toes, ten fingers. Just perfect. We named her Mia Monroe. We both liked the name Mia and I'm the biggest Marilyn Monroe fan.


Now fast forward 3 years later and the lil ball of fury is 3 and talks, sings, plays with the iPad and loves YouTube. She's awesome. She was born pretty bald but now her hair is long and pretty and I'm learning lil by lil how to style it better. She has my looks and my husbands bad attitude and clumsiness. What a Great mix!

My Live, Love, Burn, Die...

You wanna live, you wanna love, you may not wanna burn but your gonna die. So live, love, burn, die. Another one of my favorite sayings which actually comes from a awesome song by my favorite band Atreyu... Oh how I heart them so. They make my heart happy. The song is called Lip Gloss and Black.

"Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream
All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night
Every evening that I die"

This song on really loud always puts me in a good mood. I've seen them preform it live twice. One day I plan on getting Live, Love, Burn , Die tattooed on me. Honestly I really would love it on the top of my hands. Live, Love on the right hand and Burn, Die on the left. But due to the fact I'm a normal job person that would never be possible. Then again who knows how my working life will be in 5 years. Till then I'll think of another good spot to get it at instead.

Dad, is it because your Mexican?

If you ever meet my dad you will quickly realize he's not very Mexican. He was born in Mexico, has more then half of his family there but he's not the kinda of Mexican that will put his home town on the back of his truck or watch futbol every weekend. He's tall like his father but has the Indian looks of his mother. My grandpa has more spanish in him so he has pretty blue eyes. My dad didn't get those. The man speaks English. It's not the best but if you listen and pay attention you can understand him. He doesn't drink very often like most mexicans do. He doesn't anger quickly if you say screw Mexico. He's not a macho that controls his wife and tells her what she can and cant do. The most Mexican thing about him is that he has to have 6 tortillas with every meal. He is the oldest of 12 kids. His job was always to take care of the younger ones and help his dad on the rancho. He was beat alot as a kid. The man doesn't have much love for his mom. Could be because well she isn't the nicest thing in the world. She's a strange very short Mexican lady who plays favorites when it comes to her kids and grandkids. She's a shit talker with the mouth of a sailor. Could be why I curse so much but I do so in English.


The man is hard to understand. Sometimes he seems as if nothing makes him happy. I wonder if this is because he had no child hood? Or could it be that he's just a miserable old man. He's not even 60 yet. His memories are inaccurate. He seems to think he was a amazing full-time hands on father who never let me experience pain, hurt, or sadness and who provided everything I ever wanted as a child. I'm not gonna lie I grew up pretty spoiled but I wasn't because I was given everything I ever asked for. My siblings are 13 & 15 yrs older then me. By the time I came around it was almost as if I was a only child. My sister spoiled me a lot when she started working. My dad wouldn't beat the crap out of me. He didn't have to. When your 5 and your dad is 6'1 and 225 lbs just hearing the tone in the way he says your name is scary enough to make you cry.


In his memories he took me to the park everyday. Not true. He would take me but when I was lil he worked at a country club full time so he didn't have time for such a thing. One year the man forgot my birthday. A couple of times he forgot to pick me up from church school. He wasn't always very nice to my mother. Once he was having a affair and decided to take me to Six Flags with his mistress. Yes he actually took me and told me she was his girlfriend. I was 6 and yes when I came home I broke my moms heart by telling her about the lady. I didn't know any better. This lead my father to move out for close to a year. These are just some of the few things he did wrong as a father. His mind has seem to forgotten about all this. But mine hasn't. Don't get me wrong I have met people who have fathers who beat them, rape them, abuse their mothers or simply just aren't a part of their lives. My dad doesn't seem bad at all when you compare them to these people and I'm not saying he's bad but he wasn't as perfect as his mind seems to think. Growing up my mom would always say "Don't marry a Mexican." I would ask her why and she would say because they are all like your father. My poor mom has stayed true to her til death do us part vowels. Silently putting up with his meaness and Mexican ways.


This grouch of a Mexican can be nice most of the times but some days he sure does know how to make you feel like a horrid daughter. Even if he does say he's sorry it still hurts. I wonder what he would do if he had a real bad daughter. Like the kind of daughter who doesn't care about him and his well being or the kind who doesn't ever help him with anything and is only in it for themselves. What would he think? Is that the kind of daughter he wants? Maybe he wants one who sucks him dry of his money and puts him into outstanding debt and who never has time to visit him? Or maybe he just wants the daughter who went to college and has a career. Whatever the old man wants I think I'll never know. Maybe in his next life he can be the father of the right daughter. Till then it's tough shit because he's stuck with me.

My dream about the pretty blue truck.

For those who know me then you know I drive a environmentally friendly car...yes a Camry hybrid. Prior to this car I had a Camry LE. Which I killed when I rolled it over one morning on my way to work. Lesson don't drive 60 in a 35 curvy road. Thank God for full coverage insurance. My dad was nice enough to buy me that Camry and pay it off in full. The insurance hooked me up with 14k. I went car shopping with my dad and the bff Izaak. Perfect combo because everywhere I take Izaak somebody knows him and my dad is a hard sale.


When we arrived at the Toyota dealer I had no idea what I wanted. At first I thought maybe a Scion xb. Then thought no that's to little what if I have another accident. I liked the Highlander but I knew the design was gonna be changing soon so I didn't want to end up getting it the year before they redesigned it. Truth is I have a love for trucks. Tundras, tacomas, rams, f250's, avalanches, silverados the list goes on. I think it runs in my blood thanks to my sister. I fell in love with a pretty blue Tacoma. It was a 2 door but at that time it was just me and Bryan. I wanted it bad. But a few months prior my mom had gotten a 4 door Tacoma. So Izaak pointed out that for me to get another truck wouldn't make sense since I can always have easy access to my moms truck. He was right. The truck was cheaper then the hybrid but I know it would have killed me with gas because at that time I was working a hour from home. I test drove the hybrid and fell in love with the push start button =] the rest is history.

We now live about 20 min from my job but gas prices are still rather high. Lame America lame! Sometimes I see a truck that looks similar to the truck below. I love it. She's soooooo fuckin pretty! I just wanna push the driver out of it and jump in and take off with it... Haha. All I want is that pretty blue raised Tundra. Maybe some day I will be not environmentally friendly and not freak out about gas prices. If that day ever comes I hope to get a pretty truck.

Myspace, Facebook, no it was called Inkednation.

In 2007 I discovered a website by the name of Inkednation.com. At that time Myspace.com was popular. Now it's Facebook. Inkednation was like myspace and facebook but for people with tattoos. When it came to myspace I never added any friends to my friends list if I didn't know them in person. But inkednation was different, I didn't know anybody. Mostly due to the fact that I hadn't finally acted on my dream of getting tattooed till the year before. This was interesting and because of it I have made a couple good friends. I even married and had a baby with a guy I met on there. Yes we are still happily married. But I wanted to make a little list of some of the other great people I met on there.


First we will start with Johnny Fever. He is a custom tattoo artist here in Vegas and if it wasn't for his Inkednation profile I may have not found him. I set up a tattoo appointment with him and the rest is history. He is the man behind my valentine candy tattoo, he's done all the work I have on my right leg and the flower tattoos on the side of my boobs.

Next on the list we have "Moocher" Omar. He's from Anaheim and turns out he would come race his motorcycle in the small little town I use to live in and invited me and my son to hang out with his friends one day when they came out to race. Technically he should have the same last name as me but his mom gave him hers instead. We've been friends ever since. He went to my little girls first birthday party and he has even came over just to play video games with my son. He calls my son his godson.

Don't think I only made guy friends off Inkednation. I also made girl friends. Rosie was the first one I met in person. What can I say she's pretty awesome. We both share a love for boys with tattoos and Sailor Jerry rum..mmmmmmm. I got to meet her in person one day when she came out to Vegas. After that I would try to see her when ever I would go out to Cali. It's always a good time when we hang out.

 

Inkednation friend number 3.. Bruce... Bruce dangerous. Don't let the mean face scare you. He does smile. Bruce is actually really nice and sarcastic. On one of my many California trips I had so free time and met up with Bruce at Starbucks. Man did he share some interesting stories with me that day. He didn't even order coffee. I think he drank water. He even put up going to my very Hispanic baby shower. He's a good guy. Looks very mean but he's harmless..

Now for my next Inkednation amigo. Marcos of the great Burque NM. We had been friends on Inkednation for a while and one day he came to Vegas with his bff Adrian who by the way is also cool and I got to hang out with them at Studio 54. As me and Marcos say " not everyone can have famous blood like us " hahaha. He is the one that gave my husband the nickname of "the boytoy". Even though he lives so far he is still a awesome friend. If you text him he will respond. Thank you Marcos.

Then we have Lucky. His real name is Jose. He's the the Piercer with no piercings.. and owns his own tattoo shop. I got to finally meet him in person at the Pomona Expo. I even got a free shirt...lol.

 

The same day I met Lucky in person I also got to meet a girl from NM. Her name is Scarlet.. or EviL Cherry. She's got the most awesome hair and is a kick ass hair dresser who now owns her own shop out there.

The last friend off Inkednation that I met in person was Andrea. It took a while because she's from the great awesome Canada. So she's pretty far from Vegas. But I finally got to meet her in person last year and she even came this year too. I wish she did live closer. Maybe someday we can move to Canada. But we still have facebook to keep in touch.

Saving the best for last. Usually when I eat something I like I save the best for last. I met Carlos on Inkednation. He lived in California and one weekend while I was out there for Warped Tour we agreed to meet for the first time the next day after Warped. Warped tour ended around 10 so we changed our plans and met that night. He picked me up and we drove to the beach. We talked about music, our kids, relationships and that night I told him if anyone ever wants to have a long distance relationship somebody would eventually have to move. After a good night of conversation he dropped me off and I leaned over to HUG him and he stuck his tongue in my mouth!! Omg so was not expecting that! I thought he was cute but I wasn't expecting to make out with him. It was a awesome kiss. We ended up dating and he eventually moved to Nevada, we got married and had our pretty lil Mia Monroe. At first he didn't like telling people we met online but one day I told him it's not a big deal tons of people meet online. Geez it's not like we might on some creepy site like "craigslist" lol.

Deftones & Weezer!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhh Chino....ohhhhhhhh Rivers...

In about 2 weeks we will be seeing Deftones play at the Joint inside the Hard Rock. Last time I saw them it was kick ass. I'm assuming this time will be even better since they are headling. Which will give them more time to play. I've liked the Deftones since the first time I heard "bored" on "the box". Does anybody remember that channel?? It was the channel that would charge you to play videos and as a young child I would just wait and wait till somebody would order a video. My husband is the hardcore fan. He even kinda looks a lil like Chino the singer. I'm hoping I get to see more of Chino running around on stage showing off his Calvin Klein undies. Maybe this time I will get to see some butt crack hahahah just kidding.

In August I will finally get to see Weezer. I've killed 2 of Weezers blue albums. That's how much I would listen to it. "Hash Pipe" always makes me wish I could really kick somebodies ass. ( I've never been in a fight my entire life) They will be playing at the Red Rock pool which I'm really excited to see what that's going to be like. Ohhh dear Rivers you are king nerd. Now we just need to find a July concert.