Tu voto es libre y secreto

I voted today! Since I don't have any plans of moving to the US I opted not to vote in the election last year. Though the fate of the US directly effects Mexico due to our economic/labor force interdependence, I felt like it would be unfair to vote in the US since I have no plans on returning to the US. Never say never, of course and I am not saying I will never go back, but now my life is in Mexico and I decided my voting duties are now only required this side of the Rio Grande.

I got there early, and it was quite disorganized-the polling place was not set up and people were already gathering to vote. Depending on your last name you would go to a different room to vote. O_O (It makes perfect sense, of course because they have a book filled with the information and oficial IFE photo of each voter and they break it down by last names

I finally found my room (with two posters up, saying if your last name starts with R-S you vote there, and another poster said if your name fell between "Rocha" and "Segura" that you voted there. Mind you there was another room with R-S last names. CONFUSING. I finally was allowed to vote-after a mini threat of a baby riot, a man wanted to cut because he had to go to work...yet he was one of the last people in line. THAT'S WHY YOU SHOULDA GOT YOUR ASS IN GEAR AND ARRIVED EARLY, YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS A LONG, FRUSTRATING AND TIME CONSUMING EXERCISE IN DEMOCRACY, FOOL!

Anyway! I go to the polling official so that I can vote and he looks at my IFE (voting ID) and says that I'm in the wrong room. HOW DO YOU FIGURE THAT!? My last name CLEARLY falls within the guidelines of that room and he's trying to send my ass away. OH JEL NO. Then I saw my picture in the book...so I stopped him and said "but thats me!"

DUMB! But I did vote and it was awesome, esp the last voting booth because they set it up all wonky and I had to squat to get into it and when I stood up, I stuck waaaay out over it. I could see the person in front of me voting. Excellent way to make your vote secret.

Keep on with the force, don't stop.

Was/is anyone else absolutely stunned by the news of Michael Jackson's death? Better said, was anyone NOT stunned? I have an older music obsessed sister, and I heard some serious MJ, basically from the cradle. My sister had a jacket like MJ had, the red one. She HAAAAD to have one, my mother spent a pretty penny on that thing. Did I mention my sister is B L I N D? She's a mean, blind bipolar/schtzophrenic lady. Even though she was blind, she had to have a red jacket like Michael. How the fuck she knew Michael Jackson had that jacket, I'll never know, but I know that I envied the hell out of how cool she looked in it. And the bitch couldn't even appreicate it because she couldn't see herself.


Anyway, I digress. I listened to a lot of MJ when my sister was in the house and I also spent many summer nights hanging out with my friends Adam and Blake in Michigan listening to Michael Jackson in 2007. When I listen to Michael Jackson I just have lovely memories (save the envy of my sisters jacket) and smiles and I wanna dance.

Here are my favorite MJ songs:

Don't stop till you get enough...the title says it all. He looked classy as fuck in that tux. I also must confess I love the hell outta that background at the end of the video, with the crystal balls. You can see the joy he gets out of dancing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_hz2am90Hk


Another favorite- Human Nature. It's just so mellow and sweet smooth and enjoyable. Like so many of the gin and tonics we had that summer.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ber5DrM6dG8

This song came out before I was born, but you can't hear it and not absolutely melt over the chorus.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hK3Y1Ehv9c

I swear I had a sticker (maybe my older sister put it on the fridge before I was born and I saw it that way...) but the sticker was from that was from this video, and I wanted a pair of sparkly pants like he had.


Don't doubt for a second that he didn't know he was a meal ticket. He knew it and it made him angry. I think this is his finest, most artistic manifestation of it. Forget Scream or the Black or White freak out scene, Leave Me Alone was his best, most harmonic admission of his rage.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5KAJw4y8wE

Anyway, I could go on, but it would just be putting every up every single MJ single I can find on You Tube.

May you rest in peace, Michael.

Do as I say or pay the price.

I haven't been around...I've been working REALLY! EFFIN! HARD! Now this week I have a little time to step back and take a breath. A little one, but just the same.

I finished with my favorite group today, which was a little sad. Still, I made a bet with one of them about weight loss and fitness, and we put money on it, so I am pretty sure he'll keep in touch. Even if it means me tracking his ass down to claim my well deserved prize money. YES!

So a little story, yes? In honour of my last class with my favorite group, I made the famous lemon cucumber gelatin. Sadly it hadn't set by the time I had to go to work and I decided that a 40 minute bus ride to work wouldn't help things. So I decided to pony up the 30 bones it costs to take a taxi and get there ASAP. I walked to the nearest intersection and quickly found a cab. I put the bowl in the car first and told the driver that I had some gelatin and that it was still very soggy. He chuckled and asked for my destination. Now, it's terribly easy to get to where I work because it's on a very popular street in the ritzy area of town. I told him it was on the corner of X and Y and he said OK. Then he asked if there was any street that would lead him straight to the place, without hitting a particular light. I told him no, and told him the best and fastest way to get to my destination. He agreed and I thought that was the end of it. Suddenly he takes a right turn down a street he had NO NEED TO GO DOWN. Well as he takes this turn all The Fast and the Furious style, my liquidy gelatin goes flying all over the floor. Since we had supposedly agreed that the best way to get me to work was by GOING STRAIGHT FOR AT LEAST THREE MILES this turn was quite unexpected, but I still tried to reach for and save my jell-o. Sadly there was no saving it, it was alllll over the place. I've seen drunks puke neater than the mess that was left in the car. A string of choice words sprouted from my mouth and the taxi driver turns to see the mess. I was livid. He got pissed but I totally trumped him as I clearly told him not to take alternative routes, but JUST GO STRAIGHT! IF HE'D FOLLOWED MY MOTHERLOVING INSTRUCTIONS, THAT WOULD HAVE NEVER HAPPENED.

Gringa in Mexico is GRINGA not retarded, GRASSYASS MUCHOS!

(Claro que se que se dice muchas gracias, no grassyass muchos, pero es nada mas una bromita amiguitos!)

Anyway, I half ass tried to clean his car and pay him for the trip that far (since I had an empty bowl I figured there was nothing left to do but take the bus) and he copped an attitude and refused my money. FINE BY ME, I won't beg you to take my money after you wasted my delicious jell-o. I walked to a yougurt place I frequent and asked the lady to lend me the bathroom so I could wash my hands, as they were all sticky. I had to run to work in flip flops because to top it off, this little fiasco had eaten up my time in a big way.

Not the way I wanted to go into my last class, but oh well.

I've already said too much.

A glance
a finger
over a raised scar
a memory
it takes her back
to moments with someone
where she felt drunken
alive
I lust with her
to feel that power
to put out the fading flame
of a smouldering cigarette
to be with you
I'd caress your face
lick your lips
tender and soft
then go in for the kill
the tiny fire
that will leave a mark
singe and make you squirm
I want to own you
show the rest of the world that you are mine
everytime it aches you'd think of me
the smell of flesh
and my sick desire
I hope it lasts a lifetime

I was fine before you walked into my life

It's not to flaunt in your face
she might be broken but she can still fall asleep
Sit still and you can hear her singing
I know you heard her saying

"I hope you're not calling me
because boy, I'm not answering
you lost me for the last time
because night is falling
and I'm not going back
There's no returning"

Dia de las mamacitas!

Oh...wait. Mama and mamacita are two totally different things. So to my breeder Mamas, happy day to you! And to my non-breeding mamacitas who have nurtured and loved projects, dreams, people, plants, ideas et al, a very happy day to you too!

My grandma, opening gifts. She loves instant coffee, I'm serious.



ME AND MY MOM! Thanks for making me all cute and sassy, lady!


I made another two batches of veggie jell-o because it's good as hell and I am obsessed with it. My grandma liked it and my auntie counted the slices to make sure no one ate her jell-o. DAYUM. My grandma didn't give extra slices of the jell-o when people asked for it, she said it was gone. Then she'd cut a piece and eat it in front of you. YEAH!I spent an excellent day with my fam eating a surprise breakfast with my grandma and then lunch with the whole family. By far the best mothers day EVER!

Grace

I totally fell Thursday and BUSTED MY SHIT UP. It hurts real bad. Ahhhh.

Well I used to fall once a month. So it was overdue.