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Monday, March 20, 2006 ----- hmmmm....
well, it was a rather boring weekend. thanks to my dumb ass, i had to go to el paso for spring break and spend my last paycheck...next time i decide to do that, call in a bomb threat for the airplane...before i buy the ticket of course. i spent way too much money on that ticket, and stayed in bed sick for the majority of my trip. i won't lie though, it was nice to kick it w/ grandma and my mom and not have to cook, clean or take care of whiney kids...so now i pay the price of having to stay home for like 2 weekends to make it up...wah. yeah, i know...i'm whining about staying in on the weekends, when lots of people do it...but, not us. we live for the weekend. every sat. night is the "adult" night out. that's when we get drunk and do dirty things. hehe we chilled at the neighbors this sat. night. it was david's party. it was a small party, but i always like those cause we just drink and kick it with cool people. the neighbors remind me of friends from el paso. they do all the mexican things that i miss. we had barbecue and drank while the kids ran around and tired themselves out. it was nice. then we came home and passed out. that's all, that's my weekend. nothing exciting...no sex on the bike, no tipping the strippers...just good ole' family fun. it's nice, i better get used to it...
then ummmm....zach is getting over jenn, but he found himself another jenn. isn't that funny? i would have to find another michael if we ever broke up, cause i am not covering his name on my back...ah, we won't break up anyway...he's my honey bunns.
then ummm...i hung out with the ex all day. he owed me. but that's a whole 'nother story that is too long to write about...and besides nobody would get it, except for my friends and familia that i'm close too...so for those of you who don't know me like that, bite me.
anyway, i'm tired...i'm going now.
*patty*
me.
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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