Owww..Mexico

Well all righty now....
me and my gal tuna went on to Mexico to see my Aunt & Uncle this past week.
What fun we had...there is never enough time in the day...or year for that matter to catch up on things...stories....life...etc when you see family you haven't seen in years...and I do mean years.

Well at least they knew to expect that I still had three eye's..two eye lashes a peice and uhm...let's see...goats holves, and a sassy weird attitude...
hummmmm...sounds like I did keep them amused for a while there now didn't I

well I did... so there...eat yosoksman cuz i don did...

We walked all over the gosh darn place...man did my dogs bark when I got home...
it was more like runing behind my uncle..that man can move...yikes...man did I have to run my pigglet butt off just to keep up.
Let's see..on the Mexican scale which my tuna and I both loved...we actually ate like uhm..ya..pigs..and lost weight....
On the american scale? well we through that one out the window and have ordered a mexican one...we like that one much better...

I will say this...everything in Mazatlan reminded us of home...man did we miss our pains in the butt kids too...
I'm shur they were tearing up the place they stayed at and raising cain or something I wouldn't want to know about...hummmmmmmmmmmmmmm....life...

We did find some kick butt stores we loved. They had the best stuff we found yet....
don't worry folks...still lookin'.

Well now that I look around to see the names and addresses...what a rip van Wrinkle in the damn sheets man...my big ol' flappin tuna with yeti feet has gone and packed that thing away...mannnn....sorry...yawl will have to wait...

Oh ya...we are still packin' to move from the Quarter...man can't wait...
The crime in the Quarter is crazy. Hell the crime anywere right now is crazy.
Shit man why in the world can't folks just open up their gosh darn mouths and say something?
well....other then the "mind your own...." when someone is being mugged or shot.
The same comes out of their mouths with drug deals...
ya until their own kids get caught up in the crap...then it's all a party so folks can point fingers at the cops...etc...

Man that kills me to see.

I use to live in the 9th ward. They always said crime was bad there.
I would hear them say..."don't ya dare go a walkin' at night down dere...ya git youselves kild or something"...
ya right...it really was safer then the Quarter.
And we had families who cared about the area. We kept a garden. Helped out each other.
We called each other friend...and kept watch so that all was safe...not just one house...one window...etc...
we knew better. What happens across the street is not good...it will be in our front yard soon so we had better clean up man and do something to keep it safe...ya...that's what I like.
That's what we had...not here in the Quarter.
You have crazy landladies..well so far Maria is the only one I know about...and man do the neighbor's have stories about her...she is a bit loose in the head as they say.

Ahhh....as they say..."it's all fun and games till someone loses and eyeball right?" well shit.
Thank God for glass is all I have to say...make it real man...just make it real.
Put your energy in the right places to make it work...clean it up man...get it done.
Plant a damn tree...how about three or four....do it with the kids...
keep a garden..man something green..something good...teach them man.
Do something positive to help yourselves as well as the community around you.
Shit we all already know..." it really does' take a community to raise a child" now just make sure you put back and pay forward man.
Well o-tay.... You've been told...you had your lession for today....and hey...so you had to read it again..and again...and you know the bitch by heart...then.
I shur hope your doing something about it too in your neighborhood...man there are kids out there...remember how you felt as a child being picked on.

Bullied...beat by your parents...by the local nutts etc...physically, mentally...
it hurts man all the same.
Ya I remember the ol' "sticks an stones may brake my bones shit...." but words...they really do hurt" they also do harm.

Create fires, storms, and destruction as well as love, security and peace...
so let's all learn the difference.
We are all in this together regardless of religion, race...place of residence...etc..man .
Remember..THERE ARE CHILDREN OUT THERE !" so watch.


Well all righty now...back to mya' home ...yaaaaaaaay...
We are at that point of purchasing a home were you have no nails...nope forget about the toes...those suckers were already being taken the minute we started looking to buy,

...that point of crossed eyes...fingers...toes..legs...now try to walk that way.
Ya right I know...it shur do hurt man.

Especialy when you have to go to the bathroom and your waiting for someone to come out like and then like discover that the bathroom was empty the who time...and your feeling like an idiot because you kinda sorta soiled your pants...well .. wet them at least...and hell had no fun doing it either...what a rip man....

ya...that's the point we are at in purchasing this home.
Iiiiiiiiiiiieyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....is all I have to say...and hell...
"WERE'S MY ITALIAN SUB, EXTRA CRISPY FRIES AND PECAN, ALBITA BEER?!!"

Yep the Quarter Master...( Neli Deli ) my fav place of worship now a days... man I'm gonna miss that place and all the tires they put on my rib's for me...what a work out....

Now...
Dai' don hav mya beer cold...mya food be good....dai' be wonderful...
ahhhhhhhh life is wonderful...until you really have to poop. Ok now wake up...
man I hate that...always runing .. always going...comeing back....getting up...trying to get up...etc..anyway you think about it...it's going..and so are my brain cells at this point..but hey...
I don gotz mya' buddies at da deli ta makem' me laugh so dat be great...plus...the fact that...
Cricket, Teresa, Jay, Steve, Tina, Chris, Lawerence...Lynn...etc...that whole crew is the bomb man. They are great.
I won't eat there unless they have the good one's and well...they do...at least when I've eaten there...and that place rocks..

I get my food..run next door inbetween the tourists...close the shutters once I get upstairs..because the flash from the camera's drives me nutts at this point..
I think it has messed up my eyes man...
folks are always snappin' picts at the Deli..no matter what time of day...they all want the picture of the Quarter Master store and that building...

man that building is ready to fall...it kills me to see such history go to waiste man...our kids will never see it if that sucker falls...
well hell...at least we'll have pictuers to show them there yunguns...

Ow ya that's right..now that I think about it... from what we hear through word of mule here....Mz. Ann who was only married once....is now in a home being cared for by others...and her nephew who is taking care of the building...or cousin. Someone..
WEll they are going to fix ( they have been saying this now for two years ) the roof.
that whole place is going to be repaired. Well shit I shur hope so...
I'd hate to be one of those tourists taking pictures of that building and have it fall on me.

I also heard that once she passes...the place is being left to the St. Louis Cathedrial...so folks..get the pic's now while it is still rockin' & rollin'.

If anyone know's...Mz Ann was the lady on the porch that would send a bucket down on a pulley with money in it to pay for her food from the neli deli downstairs...too funny...they would put the food in the bucket and send it right up to her...well at least Tina anyway...I always seen Tina doing that job.

WEll the Quarter does have some places and faces I will miss seeing day in and day out...but.
At least I can stop by if I really miss them...then go home and take an asprin and feel much better...
ya ya....we don't have good choices in friends, but what the hell...you make due with what cha got"....and if ya can cook...well...hell who cares...how awful you are...how many folks you don killed and cooked up fer diner man...wez be coming on ova ta share in da meals...yehaaaaaaaa...

Ow...and one last thing to groan about...the FUCKEN TEXAS AIRPORTS MAN!!!
What the hell....I get to Houston, set off the alarms...ya I know.
Doc's don't think I need a card that say's I'm a rebuilt robot at this point...they like to have fun watching me...

Well I had four small bottles of vanilla...yes...four count them...no drugs.
I'm not that stupid.
No alcohol...boy was I stupid...could of used a drink by now...
just stanky draws...vanilla...about three plates for gifts...you know...that type of stuff.
Nothing really useful...just nice to look at. Well other then that vanilla.

Anywho........they pulled me out of line so fast when the alarm went off...you would have thought they were looking at Osama...shit .

Well more shit...and I did have to go mind you....and I had the runs...no more fun mind you.
So out of the line I went...right into that little glass box were all of my stuff was promply ripped open...along with those four bottles of vanilla. Man that chick had those bottles open so fast and had her nose all up to one of them...yuck....
she said...well now...

"You aint' done nothing wrong 'cept fer having dese here bottles of vanilla...your gonna have to follow me..." " now don'tya worry, you'll be fine...you are just over da limit with fluids..."
Ya, I'm thinkin' it's a good thing I went pee....now that saved my eyeballs from floating away...but I still need ta goooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwman"

can you say...poop?...really I had to go...

so I followed...me no touchie nada...and was sent to the escalator and forced to check my bag..which they promptley sent on to New Orleans and yet told me that the bag would be in Dallas when we arrive and I would have to check it again...
uh-ha...no deal...
Houston Sucked...went through three security points and only failed the last one...checked the bag...as the story goes...then ran like hell to catch my plane, and damn was I hungry and had to go poddy....

went on to Dallas... same crape...set off the alarms again...ow well knew it.. so I was ready...
ahhhhhhh yes..back to the spread the arms...spread the legs...tell them really man .. I do have metal in my body...watch them stare at me like.."ya right"...
and then pray I don't need a cavity check...ouch man...I don't think they use any lub man...

We spent like the hour and a half we had as a layover looking for our gate...
There was no number on our ticket...found the flight and went to that gate...well..
the idiot that was working who was ruder then hell...after he said.'
'TICKET AND ID PLEASE"...told us we were at the wrong gate..we should be in Gate E' instead of D' then E said D etc...you get the picuture..we are hungry.
Been on the plan most of the day...no food..
everything is closed down in Dallas at 8pm. Well in the airport anyway..

no smart folks on board...we find our gate finally within five minutes of boarding...and then the real worry started....like.
Can they fly the fucken plane? are they smart enough to get us out of here?
shit...will we be pulled off the plane for the vanilla? hell I would have never got the shit had I known that Vanilla would put you through so much hell...for shame.
Yes...I kept my vanilla and it had better be better then what it put me through...

Why I just about got a colon test and pap test with out my doctors orders man...no fun there.
And way before I was due for a check up too...
Now that the fun is over...I almost wish they would have tried to give me a colan exam...hehehehe they would have had a fit when they discovered I had the runs...ahhhha
SICK I KNOW...heheheeheeeeeeeee but funny.
So there. You have been warned.
HOUSTON AND DALLAS AIRPORTS SUCK!

Oh and ya know...Now I went from the good ol' us through Houston's airport to Mazatlan Mexico right...through a number of check points...showed my pass port etc..
my first trip out of the country...and hell...when I got home to admire my stamps...
the damn pass port was empty...not a one stamp man...so I guess this means I never made it to Mazatlan Mexico or even back in the U.S. A for that matter....boy talk about security breeches...

Man...are we in big doodoo with Bush and company...shame man ... who's on watch...
who are we paying that is not doing their job...and still man..,.
Why the hell are we paying for all of their vacations...cars...planes..etc...and yet they still are not paying into the social security system...man are we screwed...no wonder folks are moving to mexico...and other countries...we are stupid for staying and dealing with our government.

I mean you see the povorty in mexico...I don't like seeing that..you see it in all the places you least expect to see as it is...but man...the american dollar goes further there....
and when you get there you see...it's a hard life...unless your a gringo with mucho dinaros.
Then you can hire a house cleaner for like 20 pesos a week which is something like 2.oo a week which would suck man...and then you realize they live off of that...

I think Bush is tring to take the rest of us there...so look out man...he ran other business' into the ground and ya...the Saudi's pailed his ass out....but uhm...I'd say they have him right were they want him and that put's us in a bad place to be...so hummmmmmmm
mexico really does look pretty good from this angle...
ahhhhhhhh I said no politics today...man me so sorry...I get lost and distracted so easily...sorry guys...and gals...and dolls..and uhm...wow...man cool beans...gotta go...


o-tay...I lost track some time ago...now I need to see were I'm at ...etc..and actually go and take my zoloft...whooooooooooooooooowieeeeeeeeeman...
peace out to yawl...life....breath....enjoy...dance and smile...but most of all live man...
Viva Life Aunt Sharon...I love you muchos tacos...burritos..and even freetoes...
Uncle Chuck...I could never walk in your shoes so tall and strong...
and Cheryl Hilton you crazy bitch...you didn't email me back now...
heeheeheeeeeeeee she really is funny...loud...explosive and funny...you'd all love Cheryl Hilton
we did...she be moowieeeeeeeeee...loca...and bonita too...
O-Tay folks...that be ma'storie an i a bea stickin' two id'!
Peace ow and hell if I care if I mis spelled a word...right now...I jiz don't give a poop...I gave at the airport!