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!

Day of Reflection: Day Four


I just realized that rehearsals for “Bless Me, Ultima” don’t begin until the beginning of February.  Boo.  The other day, I got an email saying that I’ll be playing other roles as well, and one of them is a dancer!  I can’t recall seeing any mention of musical-ness in the script so I am intrigued by that.  I guess I have to begin my character work for those other bits as well, since there’s lines that are attached to them.  That’s a pretty cool silver lining.

Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.

Jeez, there’s a ton of things that cross my mind all the time.  This one should have been worded, seven things that cause you stress or high blood pressure.  I would imagine they are very similar to most people in the country, and maybe even the world.  Let me know if I am close…

7.  Will I be able to pay all my bills this month?

6.  If not, will I need to begin the job search process all over again?

5.  Can I go back to school, and still do the shows I want, AND work?

4.  What song should I use for auditions?

3.  I think I am gonna have Alzheimer’s.

2.  I need medical benefits.

1.  When will I win the lotto?


Those are my 7 things.  Yeah, they are pretty specific, but that is what I actually think about when I am not fully engaged in a moment.  There’s plenty more where that came from, but those seem to have a recurring role.   Do they match any of your 7 things?  Let me know, maybe we can figure out a way to cure that thought.


Yay, Mood!

There aren’t many pictures of me from either time I went to New York and I do regret that a lot.  Especially since I know that it will be a while before I am able to return.  I was so excited that I went to Mood.  I even bought a good hunk of fabric there that I have yet to do anything with.  That golden painted corridor with it’s yellow lights did nothing for my oily skin!  I remember being a little warm in that store, but refusing to take off the jacket so I didn’t have to carry it.  Wow, I guess I am still pretty stubborn.