september baby

September starts tomorrow and it's that time of year again. Birthday month! Out of all the months in a year, September for me is the month with the most birthdays and it's the 2nd most expensive month, with December being first. Hmm...let's see who's birthday is coming up:
Cousin L - 4th
Uncle R - 5th
B - 6th
Me - 7th
P - 7th
Uncle J - 8th
Coworker A - 11th
Coworker E - 13th
S - 13th
Godson A - 14th
S - 15th
M - 15th
Sis L - 15th
R - 23rd
M - 23rd
K - 25th
Coworrker M - 25th
G - 26th
I - 28th
R - 29th

Now that's a lot of birthdays! I may be missing a few people, but that just means they aren't as important to me. I'm just kidding. I have a birthday reminder on my computer and I put the above birthdays on the calander last year. I'm not the only one who thinks September is a busy month for birthdays. A lot of my friends agree that September is a popular month for birthdays. I wonder why? Women must be very thankful for the Christmas presents they receive from their husbands/boyfriends that they decide to get pregnant in December. Or maybe people don't go out during the winter because it's so cold that they find other resources to stay warm. Now that's my kind of resource. People, stop having sex in December. I'm going to go broke in September from buying birthday presents every day! But hey, at least it will give me an excuse to party everyday.
So on September 7th, I'll be expecting that my hands be occupied holding liver-poisoning concoctions. And my lovely friends will take many pictures of everyone having fun just incase the alcohol becomes my very own mind eraser and suddenly develop amnesia don't have any memory of my birthday. At least with pictures, it will give me some idea of what happened and what I did.

polygamy, not for the faint of heart.

According to MSN; the polygamist leader for the Mormon Church Warren Steed Jeffs has been captured in Las Vegas. Reading this article brings back so much memories of high school when I knew so many Mormons. Ahh..the good ol' days. I went to a school where the student body population was probably about 75% Mormons. And you know what? Almost all of them tried to convert me. Yep, one of them even gave me a picture of him from prom with in which he wrote on the back, "Monica, I know one day you will become an LDS." I think he meant an LSD addict because I would much rather be an LSD addict then an LDS member. I can see why they wanted to convert me though. They wanted me to join in on their polygamist ways and give my children 50 brothers and sisters and 50 step mommas. No I'm just kidding. They don't believe in polygamy anymore. Well most of them don't. And if they did, they are probably hiding out in Utah somewhere. There's nothing but desert in Utah. You can't even buy hard liquor there. That is probably why they have so many children, there's nothing to do over there! Just kidding!

All joking aside, this man's name is Warren Steed Jeffs. I knew a Mormon in high school named Jeff Steed. Hmm..coincidence? Just kidding, this man doesn't even look anything like Jeff and plus, Warren Jeffs looks like he's 50 years old. Hmm..maybe his father? Ok enough joking around. Back to the serious issue. He's not wanted for his polygamist ways though. No sirree. He's wanted for forcing a lot of teenage girls into marry older married men. Even girls as young as 13! This sicko needs to rot in hell because come on, who marries a girl who is only 13? Oh wait, John Mark Karr did. Was it John Mark Karr who married this 13 year old? Probably not, he only had 3 children. That's not enough kids for the Mormon Church. In order to be accepted into the Mormon Church one must promise to have at least 6 children. (I once knew a girl who had 13 brothers and sister. That's a lot of kids in this day and age.) And probably keep up with the minimum quota of recruiting outsiders into their church. That's why they need so many children, so they can have their children recruit their peers. Oh, yes, I know their secret now.

His father had about 65 children and Warren himself has about 60 children. Talk about competition. That is why polygamy is illegal. At that rate, you might fall in love with your own sibling. Man, I would hate to be in that family. For every guy I meet, I would have to ask if we are related. That can traumatize a girl. Knowing I've done things with my own brother. Polygamy is not for the faint of heart and I'm glad it's no where near me where I can witness it.

in love with the word like

At the age of 21, I am the first among my friends to embark on the journey of adulthood. As a recent college graduate with a degree in computer science, which is one of the most difficult fields in college, it took me about 5 months to find the perfect job. A stable job with benefits, and a 401k. Who has a 401k at the age of 21? Adulthood here I am and yet I still feel like that 16 year old in high school. Physically I still look like a 16 year old and I’ve been told I talk like one too. Well not necessarily a 16 year old, more like a valley girl.

About a month into my new job, my coworker who busted his butt getting me this job (that’s another story, I promise I will tell later on, it’s pretty good) confronted me about the way I speak. Apparently, whenever I speak, I sound like a valley girl and say the word ‘like’ too much for the adulthood’s taste. I never noticed it and my coworker said it’s probably because all my friends say it just as much as I do. He suggested that in order to succeed in the real world that I should try and sound more professional and drop the word ‘like’.

At first I felt like my coworker is trying to mold me into someone he deems appropriate for the real world. First he got me this awesome job and now he’s trying to change the way I speak. I was pissed off. Then I did notice I do say ‘like’ a lot and I can’t seem to stop. I’m in love with ‘like.’ Well, I was in love with it, but we need to break up. A few weeks ago, I met this girl who said the word ‘like’ way too much for me to handle. While she was talking to me, I didn’t really pay attention to her. You know how in tv when someone is talking and the other person is daydreaming, or thinking out loud that you can hear their thoughts? That’s how I felt. Over the many ‘like’s’, I contemplated on how my coworkers felt when I talked to them. Do they daydream when I speak to them too? Do they count the number of times I say the word ‘like’? After meeting this younger version of me I want to change. I need to go to one of those anonymous meetings and confess my addiction to the word ‘like.’ “Hi, my name is Monica, and like I can’t stop saying the word ‘like’.” Someone please help me break up with ‘like.’ I want to like sound grown up.

oh i wish...

Well, my birthday is fast approaching. I'll no longer be 21 years old. I want to do something for my 22nd birthday, but I just don't know what to do. I know I want to party, but where? I'm thinking Blondies. Since last year I went clubbing for my birthday. And a few of my friends are over the clubbing scene already. Let's just not party as hard as I did my 21st birthday. I want to remember this one at least. I only remember bits and pieces of the night of my 21st birthday and they weren't pretty. Out of all the times I've drank, I've only thrown up twice and my 21st birthday being one of them. Let's just say that before my friend Apple, I was holding the record of throwing up the most among my friends. And I can never go back to Denny's again. No they didn't throw me out of the restaurant; I'm just too embarrassed to show my face there again. I've marked my territory with various contents of what laid in my stomach all over the restaurant. I'm not making this up. Although if you ask my friends Moises and Natalia, they will not talk about it. They don't want any memory of that night. I was told that right after the club, I passed out and only got up to tell everyone I needed to throw up right before it happens. Hey I was polite enough to warn people. Drinking can be a learning experience and I've learned to never mix my drinks. Well I guess it takes me two times to eventually learn to not make the same mistakes. The other time I threw up I mixed my drinks too. But never again will I mix my drinks. Okay, enough reminiscing about my 21st birthday.

My family always asks me what I want for my birthday. Usually I say money so I can buy the things I really want. Then I saw my sister's wish list for her birthday this year so that made me want to make my own wish list.

o Pink mini ipod (just wishing) - I like listening to music while I'm at the gym.
o Digital camera (wishing harder) - Sony Camera
o Cute tops/clothes/gift cards (size small or med)
o Help/finish my Friends dvd collection (i still need seasons 2,3,5,6,7,10)
o Workout ball (a big size - 65cm or bigger)
o Toning ball (6 lbs+)
o Flip flops (I'm sad that my favorite flip flops are gone...anna!..I need some more..size 6 please)
o Sushi dinner..mmmm or any food.

happy 4th birthday jj

What I love about my family is that I have a huge family and it's always someone's birthday. I just want to say happy 4th birthday to my nephew Julian John. He is the cutest and sweetest little boy I know. I remember before this picture was taken, we were walking hand in hand to the pool. While we were walking, I thought he said something so I leaned over and asked what he said. His response in a cute little voice, "What? I didn't say anything. What did you think I said? I'm just walking to the pool." Kids say the cutest things sometimes. My sister was trying to take his picture with her phone today and his little sister Gizelle ran in the picture with the biggest smile on her face. She always wants to be a part of everything. Even if it's JJ's day, she wants to be a part of it. JJ didn't mind, he just put his arm around her and smiled. I wish I could just freeze time and keep them small forever.
I am just so proud of JJ for being such a strong little boy. The first couple of years of his life he was in and out of hospitals. Constantly getting sick and my cousins worried he wouldn't make it. JJ wouldn't give up the fight. He always got better and fought even harder for the next battle. He is allergic to almost every food nature has given us, but at the age of 4 he knows what he can and cannot eat. He can't run around too much or else he will throw up. He has a weak immune system, so he is prone to getting sick. He has overcome so many obstacles and I'm just thankful he is here with us. As fragile as he is, that never stops him from having fun. He is so full of life and I love him. Happy Birthday JJ.

i'm not alone!

I was doing my daily blog readings when I read "grammar gaffe friday" written by fish. I thought to myself, 'I'm not alone!' Fish was venting out how she gets so irritated when people misuse I's and me's, especially when labeling pictures in let's say, myspace. (Yes, I'm a myspace addict too. Don't blame me, I have an addictive personality. I get addicted to things easily. That is how I got this blog.) It's very coincidental that she wrote about this topic because I was just talking to my friend about how annoyed I become when I see myspace pictures title 'my friend and I at the beach.' Whenever I read that, it's like running your fingernails across the chalk board. Instead of hurting my ears, it hurts my eyes and my head. Have you seen those shirts that say, "Poor grammar makes me [sic]?"

I need one that says, "Poor grammar hurts me." Granted, I don't have the best grammar. I'll admit it. Don't believe me from my past posts yet? Just keep reading my blog and you can point out all my grammatical errors. I blame it on English not being my first language. And don't tell me that studies show that people who took ESL usually have better grammar then people who grew up having English as their first language. I'm a rare case. Anyways, back to what I was talking about. Grammar. Yes. Grammar and I don't get along sometimes. But there are times where he goes easy on me and allows me to correctly use I's and me's. Why can't he be kind to others? I have no idea. Maybe they didn't go to ESL.

Here is a picture of my sister and me jet skiing at Lake Mead.

Got that? My sister and ME. Not I. Okay. That's enough venting...

Vegas Not The Drunkest City?!

According to Forbes.com, Las Vegas came in at 14 as the drunkest city in America. Shocking isn't it?! Even the title of the page shows how shocking they were that Las Vegas didn't come in first. So who beat my home town? MILWAUKEE! Wait, what? How? I guess since they don't have gambling, low-key prostitution, and 24 hour wedding chapels, they might as well drink.

Las Vegas, you've let me down. People come to you to drink and have fun, and yet you come in at 14?! I would understand if you came in at 2nd. Hell, I would be happy if you came in at 10. At least you would be at the top 10. But 14?! That is unacceptable.

We even have a motto for our city. "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Having a motto says number 1 drunkest city. What's Milwaukee's motto? "We beat Vegas by 13 cities?"

I need to have a word with my friends and tell them that we need to help Las Vegas get to first. We aren't doing a good job. I'm very displeased. As for now kids, drink up! I know I sure will. I can be drinking right now, after all I do live in Vegas.

August Is Just Not My Month

Have you ever felt that it just wasn't your month? Well that's how I feel as of right now. It all started when my mom decided to make me start paying for my car. I've always talked about how 'spoiled' I was growing up because my parents would never let me pay for anything. But I did offer to pay a portion of it last summer when I was working for my aunt. Of course they didn't take the money because they said it was my money to spend. I believed them when they said I don't have to pay for anything. But it's no biggie for me since I get paid pretty well. But after the news of paying for my car, everything went down hill from there.
I got paid on Friday and was excited to see some money. After paying for my car and giving my sister some spending money, I was in need of some cash. What I love about my job is that I get automatic deposit straight into my savings account. Love it! I am so lazy when it comes to banks. I will always put off going to the bank until I really need to go. Anyways, after work, my friend calls me and we were doing what girls love to do...gossip. While I was talking to her, I decided to go to the ATM machine and withdraw some cash for gas and for my sister. I'm such a nice sister, I give my sister money every paycheck for her spending needs. She goes to school full time so she doesn't have time to work. That's how our parents have us do. I was busy gossiping that I didn't realize I withdrew from my checking instead of the savings. I only had 60 some dollars in my checking and the freaking ATM still let me withdraw 200 dollars! I withdrew on Friday and didn't realize the over withdrawl until yesterday! And the overcharges are almost $50! That's $50 down the drain. It just kills me that I have enough money to withdraw $200 and yet I withdrew from the wrong bank account. Lesson learned is never talk on the phone while withdrawing from the ATM, especially if you are gossiping.
But it gets better than that!
Today I was already in a bad mood from yesterday so I was counting the minutes till I got off work. I left work about 2 minutes to 5pm. I was coming up the light when it turned yellow and I went for it. It turned red right when i was half way making my left turn. Oh well. Everyone does it. Well, a cop saw me and decided to stay far behind me watching my every move. And if you know me, I tend to speed to 60mph whatever the speed limit is. Well it was the cop's lucky day to add another tally to his monthly quota. He pulled me over. This is my first time getting pulled over and all I could think of was Friends when Rachael and Ross got pulled over. I wish I pulled a Rachael and flirted with the cop but I was already in a bad mood. I didn't even know what to give him. What a registration even looked like. I know lame. But my dad puts all that good stuff in my car for me. After I handed him the papers, he asked me if I had any weapons in my car. WTF?! If I did have a gun in my car, do you think I would honestly tell you, "yes sir, I have an AK 47 in the back, would you like me to show you how to shoot it??" He wrote me up for running a red light and going over the speed limit of 46mph in a 45mph zone...At least he was nice enough to mark my speeding down to 46? Who gives a fuck. My mom says I have to do traffic school.
I just want this month to get over with. No more partying till I get money. My next two paychecks will probably go towards my car and my ticket. Damn you August! Damn you!!!