I am hope to make return to blogging at full force, I know I haven’t been blogging as of much lately.

I am hope to make return to blogging at full force, I know I haven’t been blogging as of much lately.

HOLA!! I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. Many birthdays seem to be happening in the month of June, I’m always some how attached to people who are born in the months of June and August. So i’m dedicating this post as one big HAPPY BIRTHDAY !

Shammie's son Victor he is now 2 years old!

The one and only " BK Princess" !!!

My best friend Marina with her goofy smile lol
I am beat!!! just dead beat tired, not sure as to why, but I I feel so tired today mainly from my new job it requires me to be on my feet for about a good 5 hours. I don’t mind the work load but, I do realise is that I work so much better by myself as oppose to working in a group. Plus i’m awful at taking orders from people especially when I have to be train by another person. It seems I have a hard time taking direction because I like to be in charge lol …. Its not a problem though the best thing is to shut my mouth and do what I’m told. Then there won’t be any issues what so ever. Lets hope my 2nd day will go better. crosses fingers………… oh and why do all these crazy people ride the trains in the late evening ..
So tomorrow I start on my own as a Personal Care Asst. I’m hoping I do well for some reason I like to fast forward my mind to after the work is done and over that way I don’t have to worry about thinking how awful I’m going to do at work. Its a piece of cake I’ve worked as a Special Ed. Asst. for about 5 years I know more or less the procedures and what to do, yes its a lot of busy work .. for some reason I’m not a fan of the laid back type of job. I would be easily bored and staring at the clock until its time to leave isn’t the most fun for me. I guess I just want things to go well, I want things to be in the routine of comfort. Its an awful habit I have searching for comfort in everything I do. Its kind of like I want the change, yet I need the routine… if that makes any sense. :/ I had the same nervous feelings when I started in Special Ed. Back home in Los Angeles. ACTUALLY… what is really funny to me is how I’ve gotten so use to living here in New York City that I don’t realise i’m living in NYC.. it didnt’ hit me until I was walking home on Friday night from Columbus Circle trying to catch the subway. As I was walking home an immense thought just slapped me in the face ……………. ……….. I live in NYC!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know I know .. i’ve been living here for the past few years but, it really hit me. I mean I actually live and work in NYC its a bid deal for me I live, work, eat, play, etc in NYC !! I came from Los Angeles I live there for 22 years and now I live here in NYC at 27 !!!! lol I guess I’m still a bit shocked by it lol……….

Today was what I like to call ACTION PACKED! For some reason quite a few things happened today and I thought I would share with everyone what I saw on my daily errands during the day. hmmm where do I begin … OH YES!! On my way to Queens I usually ride the 2 train into Manhattan. This tall crazy looking guy enters the train asking everyone IS THIS THE 2 TRAIN? IS THIS THE 2 TRAIN ??? IS THIS THE 2 TRAIN?????? to which everyone replies YESSSSS!! several times YESSS this is the 2 train! As the train closes its doors and begins to move the crazy man starts to yell at the top of his lungs ” YOU LIED TO ME !! THIS ISN’T THE RIGHT TRAIN !! ALL YOU ASSHOLES ARE LIARS YOU FUCKEN LIED TO ME !!!! ” he basically yelled at everyone for about a good 3 minutes up until the next stop. He then begins to spit at everyone just like a rotating sprinkler………… SPIT … TURN SPIT… TURN… SPIT… TURN spit.. it landed on every one who is sitting near by him. Luckily I was no where near the area although I couldn’t help but feel bad for the people who had to deal with his nonsense. Finally a young man was brave enough to literally push him off the train. The crazy man wasn’t hurt but talk about the beginning of a bad day.
I had finally made my dog walking rounds in Queens, as I was leaving the last apartment, I noticed an old lady walking in circles. She looked a bit lost, maybe a tad bit scared too I’m not really sure but, what i did notice is that she walked over to this huge tree in front of her then she put her arms around it as if it was an old friend. She hugged that tree like it was a long lost relative, She even went as far as to give it a loving gentle kiss. Not the perverted kind you sickos!! But, the type of kiss a mother gives to her child right on the forehead with all the love she has. For some reason I didn’t find her strange or odd but, my I just felt my heart go out to her and I hope she has a place to come home to where people are waiting for her in the same loving manner she gave out to the tree.
On the 6 train finally the last train on my long day’s journey I had noticed a scent of poop in the air. I thought it was me who had stepped on dog do do I had checked my shoes repeatedly, at some point I thought I had poop on myself lol … I sniffed my jacket, my pants, even my purse… no traces of poop on me until the train had stopped and a few people stepped off, it was then I noticed an older man I’d say about in his 70’s shuffling out of the train. The smell became intense… the doors closed. The smell had disappeared. It wasn’t until I put two and two together that the old man had accidentally went on himself
I felt bad and some how I wanted to help him or at least make sure that he would be ok.
I am now home safe and sound with my little zoo I do hope everyone else has reached their destination and enjoys their evening!
Don’t you hate it when you can’t really sleep at all and its driving you nuts! I feel tired but for some reason I can’t really fall asleep luckily for me I have Happy to keep my bed warm and smelly with awesome dog fur. 
In any case I have a small bone to pick with New York city MTA and the art work that is plastered on the walls in the subway trains. Actually I have a problem with one particular drawing in which I have a tendency to stare every time I’m on either the 2 or 5 train. I stare at it most of the time because I really don’t feel like having people stab me in the face for looking at them being that my seat is looking in their direction
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So this is the painting i see every day on the train when I stare up, its usually next to the ITTech ads and the ZONI learn English today ads. For some reason this dam drawing bothers the living hell out of me every time I step on the fully and most of the time tightly packed trains with angy, tired, annoyed crabby ass people on the train. As I stand there staring up trying not to get pushed aside, shoved, slapped by a back pack or purse and walloped in the head by the NY times, this blasted picture seems to follow me into everywhere train ride. I’m not sure as to why it pisses me off, it could be the nice spring pastel colors or the smiling faces that ride the fast hare with its little paws running quickly to make it on time to its destination. I think what really steams me is the fact that its the complete opposite from the picture. The last time I saw someone actually happy to ride the train are tourists. They have the pleasure of not having to ride the subway ever again. It’s smelly, its dirty, loud, the AC rarely works and its NEVER EVER EVER AND I MEAN EVER ON TIME!!!! So instead of having a fast paced hair whisking away in the picture it should really be a slow paced dirty smelly sloth. BLEHHHHH!!!! :P in the mean time check out my favorite show on earth!! its awesome and I love it to pieces. Its called ”Flight of the Conchords”.
* feel free to sing along *
I’m the mother flippin’ Rhymenocerous
My beats are fly and the birds are on my back
And I’m horny
I’m horny
If you choose to proceed you will indeed concede
Cos I hit you with my flow
The Wild Rhino Stampede.
I’m not just wild, I’m trained,
Domesticated
I was raised by a rapper and rhino that dated
And subsequently procreated
That’s how it goes
Here’s the Hiphopopotamus
The hip hop hippo
They call me the Hiphopopotamus
My lyrics are bottomless
They call me the Hiphopopotamus
Flows that glow like phosphorous
Poppin’ off the top of this esophagus
Rockin’ this metropolis
I’m not a large water-dwelling mammal
Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis?
Did Steve tell you that, perchance?
Steve.
My rhymes and records they don’t get played
Because my records and rhymes they don’t get made
And if you rap like me you don’t get paid
And if you roll like me you don’t get laid.
My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment
I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant
Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist
But you lovely bitches and hoes should know I’m trying to correct this.
Other rappers dis me
Say my rhymes are sissy.
Why? Why? Why?
What?
Why exactly?
What? Why?
Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why?
Why?
Why, because I rap about reality?
Like me and my grandma drinking a cup of tea?
There ain’t no party like my nanna’s tea party.
Hey! Ho!
I’m the motherflippin’