among the many lists of things to do I made my way to the supermarket yesterday. upon check out i glanced down at the items i was about to purchase, i instantly felt a little sad because all the of the objects in my cart were only that of cleaning supplies and cat litter. i drove home, fed my cat and sat down and began to relax. I have to except that this is who i am, someone who became lonely. And God help me I've never been good at being lonely.

Dreams

Dear Pandas,
Where have all your dreams gone? Mine, have changed so much. I didn't even realize it. I used to want to be a star and now I want stability, a home and a family. When did that all happen? Somewhere, I got caught up in losing my dreams and developing some altered version of a dream. Gosh. It's all just too much to handle right now. The concept is clearly to hard to grasp. I know I can have both. At least, try to have both. But where to start? Something to mull over. I suppose?
Love,
Jenessa.

soul train.

so in love with soul train. the fashion and aretha franklin. after i saw an infomercial for the soul train box set, i knew i had to have it.

What do you like to do on Sunday mornings? I'll have to admit I miss being with someone on Sunday mornings. I think sleeping in, waking up late and then finally rolling out of bed for a late brunch is just my idea of a great Sunday morning.

Ipad

I went to mac store today with Roman, and I decided to check out some of the Ipads. I loved them. I really don't think that I need to buy a new computer so a friend of mine ie Tony suggested that I buy an Ipad. I figured out that the actual ipad itself doesn't have a usb port to it. but later at Venessa's house I found out that you can buy the kit that goes with the ipad which of course comes with a keyboard and wires and what not. I think I'm going to get it....

I have experienced a series of unfortunate events, don't ever say that things can't get worse, because they certainly can.  I know.  Trust me. 

i make things.

I made this shirt and it's really hard to try to take a picture of yourself and your creation.  I've gotten a lot of compliments on it.  There are more to come I'm sure.  ta ta for now.

Mother's Day.

Upon trying to remember a good story that I should write about today, I was reminded by my mother that mass started today at eleven o'clock.  It was probably an inappropriate time to tell me this because it was right at the exact moment that I needed to use the facilities.  She didn't care.  As with all mother's and daughters (or most of them) privacy is completely non-existent.  I don't mind.  On the contrary, I believe that when you are truly comfortable with someone there is no such thing as keeping secrets or being private (even when using the restroom)

There is a opinion, that should be shared when one is dressing themselves for Sunday morning mass, and my mother needed my opinion today on what bolero she should wear.  So, you see its the best and absolutely only time that a decision should be made on attire.  She had my attention completely because I was sitting on the toilet.  But all stories of this morning aside, I decided to write a story that completely describes my mother as a mother or maybe even perhaps as a human being.

I'm sure you all know that there are many stories to write about but this was the first that came to mind.  Yesterday my brother Roman and I went to pick up our older sister Venessa from school (she's a teacher).  And as we were speaking to the other employees of the school, a story was brought up about how my brother and I were educated in Montessori School.  Apparently there is a student at my sister's school who reminds her a lot of me.  (maybe because she never wears real clothes only costumes)  My sister proceeded to tell everyone that I never wore real clothes only dress up clothes.  My mother allowed this.  Which for me gives me some insight into how she respected me as a child and as a human being.  This is a very special allowance for kids, because if your parents allow you to dress yourself, you're given the permission to express, at a young age, who you are, how you identify yourself and what you will become.  I honestly believe that.  

So, needless to say that was a very short, and to some, a very useless story, but to me, I love that I know who I am and what I like.  My self-esteem is fantastic, and I'm not saying that, because I got to dress myself, but merely because my mother loved me so much that, that love, emanated to me and through me making me who I am.   It is a rarity in mothers and in human beings that they should love you so much above themselves that they allow you to live the life you've chosen.  Love you mom. 

Love
Jenny-Jo

Condolences

Dear Kitty Lovers,
I'm sorry to post two entries today, but I wanted to post something about my friend Ryan.  Ryan had a beautiful cat named Angel and today she passed away.  I'm still not sure how it happened but I will say that losing one of my pets is one of my worst fears.  I'm afraid that one day, I'll come home to Mimosa, Meko or Lucy lying on the floor and unable to wake up.  Death is inevitable but I'd still like to prolong it for as much as I can.  I feel so sorry for him and I know that he'll miss her very much.  Poor kitty.  At least now she's in kitty heaven.
Love,
Jenny.

Hot Dogs and Veggie burgers.

Me, Roman and Venessa decided to go down to Virginia Beach this weekend for Mother's Day festivities. The day was happily ended at Frank's house (my mom's fiance) where (since I'm vegan now) we ate veggie burgers (ie only me, everybody else ate steak...bastards) and enjoyed time with Lucy and Meko.  I was told that they had been outside all day and I could tell because they were tired in the evening and looked like hot dogs.  but i honestly think i got some really good shots of them.  its not hard to make them look good they're such beautiful dogs.  I love them. have a good Saturday. 

Why don't you love me

Lia told me to check out this video of Beyonce, its really great and I love her clothes in it.  We work so hard that I got to see the video at work.  Pity me.

White girls

In honor of my fore fathers, against my better judgment I went out last night with a bunch of Mexicans to Plaza Guadalajara for Cinco de Mayo, to drink margaritas and make fun of white girls getting drunk.  Totally awesome.  Need I say more. 

Curiosities: Funny Movie Marquees

Curiosities: Funny Movie Marquees

Two places at once.

I'm posting an old entry of mine from 2008, I wrote explaining about the frustration I felt about being a hispanic american.  I posted pictures of the Arizona Suns because their jerseys were changed to say "Los Suns."  I'm proud they are standing up to the law passed recently in Arizona. 

You walk the streets of your city.  You say your city like the way Americans say "their country."  You never really feel right saying- my country.  Because for some reason looking Mexican means you can't be American.  Still, you try at least.  You try, like no one else on earth tries, to be in two places at once.

Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone. 

tmnt

Cowabunga dude! 

what white people like

yes, so my computer isn't currently working and well, i feel a little disconnected to outside world.  i've realized a couple of things this weekend. 
#1. anybody with a gold's gym sticker on their car might possibly be a douche-bag. 
#2.  white people LOVE running races, or biking for disease/cancer cures.  (which let's face it.... never get cured)
#3. Vet bills suck, and maybe i should be able to claim my cat as a dependent on my awesome insurance.  #4. i think that having cable makes you kinda dumb but its so worth the hook up. (sucks i still don't have it)  

Mimosa is sick like for real.  and my vet bill wasn't as bad as thought it was going to be, but still... I have to give her special food, give her syringes filled of pain meds and buy her a new liter box.  This girl is costing a lot but she's worth it.  She's been so lethargic.  poor kiddo. 

This picture is fucking amazing.  i'm making one for Mimosa asap. 

Warhol's and UTIs

Went to the grand opening of the VMFA today with Walt, Karen and Everett.  It was so much fun.  I loved all of the exhibitions!  Here are some of the displayed art work that I saw today.  I'll post more later but for now, nap time.  I'm exhausted.  Oh and Mimosa is totally sick and I have to take her to the vet on Monday.  I think she has a uti.  Like mother like daughter I guess.  my poor kitten.

self help book?

Jealousy or a woman's intuition?  Yes, everyone knows exactly what I'm talking about... you know that feeling that there's something "not right about this person."  Call it paranoia, call it what you will.  But for some odd reason some women can smell a vagina coming after her man a mile away.
As much as I would like to say that I've never encountered jealousy before, I'd be lying to myself, if I didn't admit to feeling it once and a while.  I was always made to feel that there was always something wrong with me for feeling like there just wasn't something right with a person (whom I was jealous of).  But before I knew it, I found out things about that person that clearly weren't right, like that they were totally sleeping with my significant other!  Bastards!  Having been on both sides of a sticky situation I suppose I can sympathize for the cheater and cheated.  I guess maybe its a karma thing?
But to those who've always been a good partner, this is NOT deserved.  Although I do believe that it is deserved if and only if you turn a blind eye to your situation.  I am not stupid and neither are you.  Sometimes you just love someone so much that your love is blind and has distracted you into not realizing what is happening right in front of you.  This doesn't make them or you a bad person.  But stop making excuses for them.  They knew what they were doing, trust me.
It's ok to love someone who treats you this way but just remember that you are so much better than that.  What's the point in being jealous it just makes you insane?  I've decided to not give a shit about being jealous.  I'm awesome and if they can't see that, well it's their loss.