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Tuesday, February 28, 2006 ----- trip to el paso...
so, we left on thurs night...it was the longest drive ever...it seemed as though we would never get there!!! somehow we made it though. we left around 6 pm and arrived at around 7 am. i stayed up all night with michael and sylvia so that they wouldn't fall asleep driving. i took a little nap, but for the most part i stayed up. we got to my mom's and just as soon as i fell asleep, i was woke up by my loud ass uncle. he was so loud!!! so i ended up getting out of bed cause since we were on the sofa bed next to the kitchen it was too loud to sleep anyway. so that was the beginning of my bday. we hung around the house for awhile, and i made the mistake of calling my dad. i thought for a split second that he would want to meet up with me...it being my bday and all. but, instead it was just another empty promise, another dissapointment. i should expect it from him. everytime that i go to el paso, i don't call him cause i don't want to set myself up to get hurt by him...but, this time i thought for sure that it would be different. i thought for sure that i made it perfectly clear 100 times before that i do NOT like my stepmom and that i refuse to go around her drunk ass. so...needless to say, he hurt me again. what a pathetic excuse for a dad is all i have to say. so anyway, we all went to the mall...mommy bought me some stuff from hot topic. YAY. my favorite store! so then we went to chico's tacos...YUMMY...i love that shithole. it's like such a ghetto place, but it's something we have to do each time we go there...then we went home and i was tired like a mofo...but, it seemed as though everyone else was more concerned about going out for my bday, and i just didn't care. i had only about two hrs. of sleep so i was more interested in sleeping. i tried to take a nap in my mom's room only to be woke up by everyone and their mother...then just as i had finally dozed off, my cousin came in and woke me up. of course i was pissed off cause i hate to be woke up like that. she was fucking with me, and it pissed me off. so then my mom is begging me not to go out...i was like, okay. no big deal...but my cousin was like all pissy about it. she was talking shit about how we party all the time and now here we are in e.p. and we are being lazy. and talking about us houston girls, and that in california it's better...blah, blah, blah was all i was hearing...i got so sick of the whole, "california is way better" bullshit by the end of the trip. fuck california...it's gonna fall off the fuckin world soon, and i could care less. i hate when people think that they are better than everyone else...and that was the vibe i was getting. so anyway, we ended up chillin' at the house anyway...which was perfectly good w/ me cause i was w/ my mom anyway. then, sat. was the wedding. the wedding...wow. beautiful, but extremely long and boring. the ceremony that is. i will never, ever, ever put my family though that bullshit. that shit was way too long. and it was in spanish, so for us tex mex folks, i didn't understand shit!!!! we were all goofing off, it was fun. yeah, i know goofing off in church...well, that's just too bad. cause i know that God would want us to have fun and be happy...at least thats just my way of justifying it...so then we went to scenic drive and took alot of pictures. jasmine and nicole were cracking me up the whole time. it was a good time. then i went and saw my best friend melissa, we've been best friends for like 20 years. it's like some things never change. it was good to see her. so then we went to the dance for the wedding, and that was cool...but we cut out early cause michael was like..."i'm not mexican, and i don't understand the music" and that was cool with me...we hit up a nudie bar, and it SUCKED! those girls were raunchy and fat as hell. it was a waste of money. the only one that was good, we ended up hitting her up for a lap dance for michael and nicole. nicole's first lap dance. it was funny to see her face when she got back. she said it was really good. then we left and went to chico's again...by the time we got home, we were all laughing so hard. we had a good time. then we left on sunday and again it was the longest drive ever...i swear that i will never drive again, but i do it twice a year. for my mommy, it's worth it...
so anyway, that was my weekend. i wish that it would have never ended....but there will be other visits, and they'll be just as fun.
*patty*
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Sometimes I'm mad at the world, and I take it out on everyone around me...but for the most part, I'm happy with my life...
But I am a dreamer...I am a MOM, a WIFE, a daughter, an aunt, a sister, a cousin, a grandaughter, a neice, a hardworker, a true friend,
a nag, lazy, mean, bitchy, bossy and hard to deal with, but that's me...
I'm me, no matter what that may be....you can either love me, or hate me...
Did you know that every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back...
I've learned you gotta live your life to it's fullest, cause tomorrow is not promised to us, we gotta take each day and live it like it was our last.
I wanna LOVE my husband like he's never been loved, I wanna be the best mom that I can be to my kids.
I wanna ROCK OUT, WITH MY CROTCH OUT (not literally)...I don't want to have one single regret the day that I die...
I want for people to remember me...
When I grow up, I want to be a photographer...I want to take beautiful pictures of people...it's just my silly dream, don't know if I'll ever get around to doing it....one day Patty, one day...
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