I’d hate to say this but…

I really don’t want to be an uncle…yet again!

Before I get into the story, let me give ya a bit o’ history.

My mom and my sisters are the type of people, with nerve,  who will argue and stand their ground until you can totally prove them wrong.  TOTALLY.  I don’t know if it applies to a majority of women, but having lived with these particular ones, I am going to speak from this viewpoint of my past.

They yell when arguing which in turns makes the other person yell even louder to be heard.  Maybe that’s where my selective hearing comes from… There wasn’t much that resolved any of the arguments aside from a lot of huffing and puffing around the house when a ceasefire had to be called.

When my second oldest sister was 16 or 17, she got pregnant.  Surprised?  Not really.  Let’s face it, when you live in the ghetto, people’s gon’ be ghetto.  So living up to one of the stereotypes of the prego latina teen/hairbear, she drops out of school.  She does eventually get her GED.  Shortly after that, she pops out another kid.   Next, my younger brother gets a girl pregnant.  Guess what?  You’ll never believe this: They are still in school.  WTF!?!?  Then, my younger sister get knocked up! You’re kidding me right? Nope.  She had yet to finish school as well.  To this day, I don’t know if either her or my brother have completed it. Not to be mean, but those three aren’t the brightest 3 in the family.  But wait….There’s more!!!

So back to the first sister with a kid.  She has a third one. Not to be outdone, the younger sister has another.  Seeing he may be out of the it, my brother ties up the race for second place.

What in the hell is it that makes people do stupid stuff like this?  Why perpetuate the stereotype?  Is it an intelligence thing? Is it a lack of parental affection?  Is it social influence?  Please someone tell me because this is getting ridiculous.  So you may wonder how this affects me, right?  Like, how is it my business with what they do with themselves. My goodly reader, I will tell you…

But first, I must continue the story…

So the first niece decides to follow in the footsteps of her mother.  What?  Another contestant in the “Who makes the dumbest choice?” game?  Tying up the game with the older sister,  my brother’s now got a third one.  But older sister makes a trick move and has a fourth! Holy crap where do they come up with these things?  Looks like younger sister is giving up the game…but here’s the frackin’ shocker: niece number 2 from sister number 1 has got a bun in the oven!!  Oh my gawd!!!!  What a turn of events!!

So the current tally is:

Oldest Sister: 0

Second Oldest: 4 – but her oldest daughter has one and the second daughter now has one

Me: No frackin’ thank you!!!

Little Brother: 3 And another any day now!

and Younger Sister: 2

Here’s how this becomes my peeve: I am struggling, just like most other people I know, to make ends meet.  Why am I constantly asked to help with their issues that could have easily been avoided?

For my brother: Dude, couldn’t you have just waited?  At least, now your married, and all your kids have the same 2 parents. For my sisters who love to argue with advice and parental guidance:   Why didn’t they use that same nerve to say “Look, dick! Use a condom!”?   And, better yet for my nieces, who have lived through the hardships of a single parent why not wait until you actually have a solid relationship with your man before even having sex?  They are smart kids, so I think that’s where the logic in my head is having such a shit time dealing with these stupid decisions.

Well that and a phone call late-ish in the night asking for money to go to prom…

See what I mean about “nerve”?

Is it wrong that I feel like this?  What do you think of teen pregancy?  The ad at the top is actually from a blog that said some schools in Massachusetts are giving out counseling and condoms to first graders through high school to anyone who asks for contraceptive. I say thumbs up! If these kids aren’t getting sex ed taught in regular classes to make a more informed decision, then it’s good that the school nurse or whoever talks to them about their decision.  Because let’s face it: Parents all think their kids are little angels, but when they aren’t around 75% of them do stuff that their parents wouldn’t believe.  Now some people are all twisty britches because of the condoms, but I have to wonder if those are the same parents who shy away from teaching kids about sex in the first place and are helping the teen prego movement forward?  Ugh! The whole thing is frustrating, and makes me want to move to Canada so I don’t have to deal with another rugrat.

***UPDATE**** I was just reminded that my brother has another on the way…again! Shit!

These are a few of my favorite things…

and my favorite people…

Episode 17! 2 (The Re-Do)

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I guess I left one of the tracks on mute when I uploaded the podcast.  It’s all fixed now!  Sorry!!

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Wow, only 3 more to go…

I am such a sap when it comes to closing weekends.

I have spent the last 2 months with a bunch of wonderful people bringing to life this coming of age story.  I am a little sad that it’s now coming to a close.

I have a process that I tend to go through when it comes to Opening and Closing nights.  About a week before the show opens, I have my little panic attacks and butterflies.  Then come Opening Night, I am fine, just excited to get things under way.  Then during the week of Closing, I feel the pangs of sadness hit me.  I get a little sad, because there are people that I probably won’t ever see again.  This always happens though.  You can promise to keep in touch, but eventually things begin to slip, and you just lose track.  So I make sure to say my thank you’s to the cast on Opening Night.  I would be a hot mess if I had to write those cards during the week of Closing.

So while I am living in my verklemptiness,  I look forward to meeting up with those same people on Friday to begin closing out Bless Me, Ultima.

For those of you who have yet to see it, you have  three opportunities to catch this show.  You will laugh, and if you have a heart, you will definitely cry.  The end of Act 1 messes me up, every time.

Get your tickets HERE or go to TeatroVision.Org and click the “Buy Tickets” link.  Showtimes are 8 PM on Friday and Saturday and 2 PM on Sunday.  The theatre is located on the corner of  Alum Rock Ave and King Rd.  Let me know if you can make it so I can look of you in the lobby.

I hope to see you there!!

Was it good? I dunno…

I was so excited last Wednesday, because we had tickets for a free screening of Sucker Punch.  So I get home from work and the movie doesn’t start until 10.  Cool.   Even better, the tickets are VIP so we don’t have to wait in that long ass line.  Woo hoo.  While I was at work, I get a text from Perry reminding me that the movie begins at 10pm.  After dinner, there’s a little time, so I hop onto the chaise and say that I am going to take a tiny nap.  When I woke up a little later, I ask what time it is, and he says “9;57” as though we didn’t have anything to do.  So I say, “What the hell? Doesn’t the movie start at 10?  Why’d you let me sleep so much?” To which the response was “I forgot.” I was a little bummed that I would be missing the movie.

So today, we watched it.  Kinda mad that I didn’t get to see it for free.

The story was okay.  It’s major characters are patients at a mental institution.  The heroine is Baby Doll, who gets institutionalized by her step father when she accidentally kills her younger sister with a bullet meant for him shortly after her mother died.  Baby Doll’s coping mechanism for being in this place is by escaping into her imagination.   While off in her daydreams, she came up with a plan to escape.  She then enlists the help of 4 other girls.   The twist is that Baby Doll’s story is meant to be tragic, but in turn it makes another girl’s, Sweet Pea, happy.  I love an escapism movie that uses escapism as a tool for pushing the story forward, but it didn’t really make a whole lot of sense.  Why would a girl trying to cope with being a patient in an institution imagine that she was a “go-go” dancer in a place she could never leave? On top of that, why would she then need to imagine that she has to get away from the “club” version of her mind?  Why not just go from the institution to the battle scenes?  Throw in the mix that there wasn’t much character growth built into the script.

I’ve read that Zack Snyder movies, like Tarantino’s, rely heavily on the soundtrack.  While the soundtrack was alright, I found it curious that there were a number of times that the same Bjork song is played through the last half of the movie.  What I didn’t really like was that it was mostly remakes of a few songs that all sounded similar in style and tone.

Visually, in regards to the effects, the movie’s budget was spent in that one area.  The images are incredible and vibrant.  But while the sight of the movie is amazing, it’s nothing that’s very new or unexpected. I love the lushness that was used when he showed people of power.  It was always in some overindulgent kind of way.  For example, the mayor uses a gold plated lighter that has a dragon on it.

Now visually, in regards to style, it’s pretty plain to see that Mr. Snyder has a fondness for long panning shots, and slow motion action sequences that show the audience exactly what’s happening.  But guess what, so does Guy Ritchie.  While there are a few variations between the two, I think that Snyder uses the slo-mo action shots for too long of a period.  Like I said it looks super cool, but it makes those sequences repetitive if you utilize this imagery as often as this movie did.  Taking a look at the costumes, it’s easy to see which focus group this movie was made for.  The costumes are nearly every cliche that has been considered sexy in the last twenty years.

I have to say that  I began to roll my eyes during the fight scenes because every single time there was a girl jumping in the air and landing after an attack, all of the landings were exactly the same: head bowed, one knee down, and one hand placed on the ground.  Every single time! Augh, talk about overdoing it.

Talent: All I am gonna say is that this movie’s acting is on par with the amazing Showgirls.  It felt a little forced.

So I if I had to grade this movie, I’d have to give it a C-.  It did have entertainment value as a fluff movie.  It was visually fantastic. But don’t have high expectations when you go to see it.

***ADDENDUM***

This is why I really need to start taking notebooks with me when I see movies…

I did love some of, what I believe is, the symbology in the movie.  The whole thing takes in the moment right before Baby Doll get that final lobotomizing tap from the doctor.  During the fight sequences, Snyder combines things that aren’t part of the same era.  In the first fight, he had a samurai using a rocket launcher and a machine gun.  I feel like the samurai represents tradition but the use of the machine gun bastardizes the culture itself, much in the same way that the institution is supposed to help people with their problems but turns out that a bad seed in the place makes the integrity level plummet.  There’s also phallic shaped dirigibles that get shot down. There’s a lot to read into for this movie which is why it isn’t a complete fail, but the script needs some work.

This is dedicated to the one I love…

The average length of time is for a “first” marriage is 7.8 years for men and 7.9 for women.  The average length for the “second” marriage is 7.3 for men and 6.8 for women.  The average length of time that a person waits to remarry is 3 years.  This information was available courtesy of Yahoo Answers.

Today, I am celebrating my 15 year anniversary.  Yeah, you read that right! 15 years.

There’s been tough times, and lawd knows there’s been tough times.  It’s a lot of compromise, and a lot of yelling.  Sometimes you have to be flexible and willing to listen and admit when you’re wrong.  For me, it’s pretty often that I don’t listen, but not so much when it comes to being wrong. Hahaha.   Although, with him in his high horse, it doesn’t really make a difference.  I’ve had to forgive a few big problems, but he’s had to forgive weekly tiny, tiny things.  Due, of course, to the whole not listening (but really it’s more not remembering) thing.

Even though there have been tough times, there have been SO many good times and things that I will always be grateful for.  I’ve never had someone cheer for me as much as he does.  I’ve also never had someone love  me and all my nuttiness so wholeheartedly.  I have to admit that it’s kinda nice.

Kidding.

There’s no better feeling.

We’ve never really felt that it was important to be “married.”  But seeing that this is such an important issue for couples who are in love and cannot get married that really want to, I feel it’s only right to state that Equal Rights need to be addressed.  I personally don’t care what it’s called as long as the EXACT same privileges are given to same sex couples as heterosexual couples.  But even what it’s called is a touchy subject.  People are griping about religion and all that hokey pokey stuff, but I have to ask if it’s not called marriage but the benefits are the same, is god gonna give a frack? Additionally, those benefits are government given not god given, so what about church keeping it’s beak out of business?

While I haven’t been a big supporter of the pres, because it’s basically been the same bullshit in the office that was happening before, I do have to say FINALLY, he’s doing something different.  I have to say good for you pres for no longer defending DOMA.

There’s nothing wrong with love.  Nothing.  Love who you want and love who you are.  One day people will be equal, and this shameful issue will be history.

You can find info at the following sites: Human Rights Campaign

What do you support?