Jyg
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Weren’t We Something Though?
In a patriarchal society, my grandmother was the matriarch of the family. The glue that held us together, if you will. Last Saturday, Jyg, Esmer and I had our annual Thanksgiving dinner sans Jerry – who was in San Antonio. It’s not so much a tradition that’s been going on for a while – Continue reading
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“You & I will be young forever”
I was in the ninth grade when my maternal grandmother (the woman in the photo collage above) passed away. It was 4:45am when I jolted awake. My brother and sister-in-law were still asleep (or so I thought) as was my nephew. My mother spent the night at the hospital in Weslaco. It was a Saturday. I Continue reading
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The Importance of Family
I’m sure we’ve all been there at least once in our lives. Your sitting with your family and the sudden realization that you’re actually related to these people seeps in. You hope that you are adopted because it’s the only logical explanation why you’re so odd compared to the rest of them – or rather, Continue reading
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This Post Is Lost In Confusion
I’m just gonna ahead and blurt this out – I miss Amy Winehouse. I miss her crack-addled, drunk swaggering celebrity. I dedicate this blog to her memory. As I type this, I’m listening to her album Back to Black. I called Texas Car Title and Payday Loan earlier. Still no news. L told me that Continue reading
Amy Winehouse, Cindy, Cooking, Home, Izzy, Jay, Justin, Jyg, Martin, Mom, Selena, Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving dinner -
The Walking Dead
Nothing on AMC has caught my attention like The Walking Dead. Mad Men? I never gave it a chance. Rubicon? Eh, conspiracy shows aren’t my cup of tea. Breaking Bad? I wanted to get into the show, but I couldn’t divorce Bryan Cranston his Malcolm in the Middle character (I’m still working on Continue reading
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My Short and Unhappy Life with Green Mountain Energy
The rules say that you can’t text message break up, but is there one that states you can’t end your unhappy relationship with your employer in the same way? Most of our communication is via text message and e-mail, so I don’t see the problem with my medium for quitting my job. Last night I Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 