Ok, it's November and I haven't made an entry since, what? August? Well, I'm here to shut all of ya'll the fuck up.

There is nothing much going on in mah life, I just got a promotion with the Department of Justice, U.S. Attorney's Office in the Southern District of Florida. I'm doing pretty well, making great money and have JOB SECURITY!!! My Mazda Millenia is still DEAD, smmfh.  Everytime I get to using it something ELSE goes wrong.  Just so that you guys know, I got into and accident on the Florida Turnpike in February and fucked up the Millenia, hasn't been the same since. *CRIES* WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! I love that car dammit.  Anyways, last night was Halloween and I took my son out trick-or-treating.  *GASFACE* There are some RUDE, GHETTO children being raised in the world, be careful people.  I have made sure to teach my son to say please and thank you.  Last night the rules were, say trick or treat, wait patiently for the candy and say Thank You. 

*GASFACE*

Tell me these hood kids weren't standing out on the sidewalk waiting for my son to go knock on the doors, say trick or treat, then run up on the people with their bags open without saying trick or treat and DEFINATELY not saying Thank You. SMMFH.  It was HORRIBLE.  Thank God my son will grow up with manners and courtesy.  Anyways, THEN these GROWN girls come knocking my door at 10:00 for some candy.  What?!?!? It's TEN O MUHFUGGIN CLOCK!!! DOES YOUR MAMA KNOW WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW?!?!?!?!?! Geez................ Ugh.  And then to make matters worse only 30% of the people in my neighborhood participate and had candy.  DAMN SHAME. I remember Halloween when EVERY HOUSE had candy, the RARE house that didn't got EGGED.  Now NOBODY has candy, and the RARE house that does is PACKED full of rugrats and the candy runs out in 30 minutes.  The older I get the more I detest Halloween. I couldn't even found the costume I wanted.  I found this fly Department of Corrections orange jumpsuit that I wanted BAD!! It was phat!! They ran out. smmfh...............

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WTF? You would think that adults dropping off their children at an ELEMENTARY SCHOOL would act more THEIR OWN age than their CHILD'S age. SMH. This is my son's first week of school, EVER.  I go to drop him off every morning at around 7:45-7:50, class starts at 8:05.  Well, imagine the violence and just flagrant ignorance I encountered in the school parking lot.  Parents cutting other parents off that CLEARLY had the right of way, stealing parking spaces from parents that OBVIOUSLY had their signal lights on waiting to get into that SAME PARKING SPACE.  Yelling. screaming, cursing, etc.. Parents walking out of the parking lot shaking their heads at the CHAOS.  It's just horrible.  And mind you, it gets WORSE once you get inside the school, or better yet, AS YOU'RE WALKING towards the school.  You have to cross a street (across the dreaded parking lot) to get into the school.  WHOA.  These "adults" won't stop for SHIT.  If you get run over, OH WELL. If your child gets run over, OH WELL.  A bunch of "grown-ups" with a hard look of determination as they drive up, slow down and practically push their child out of the moving vehicle and speed off as their child nurses their wounds because they had to TUCK AND ROLL as they got pushed out of the car.   ALL IN THE NAME OF GETTING TO WORK ON TIME.  SMMFH.  You can tell the difference between the working mothers and the stay-at-home mothers.  The working mothers are running in heels, a business suit or skirt, dragging their child behind them, yelling, yanking, click-click-clicking away as they make a mad dash to their child's class in all HOPE that they reached with enough time to throw their child at the teacher, turn and RUN back to their car just to end up having to deal with the PARKING LOT PSYCHOs.  Then the stay-at-home mothers are leisurely strolling with their child/children humming, always wearing some comfortable form of shoe, like  sneakers or sandals and whatever they could throw on to leave them enough time to WALK the child to school and enjoy the morning.  They walk at a slow pace to their child/childrens school because most likely they're 30-45 minutes EARLY anyways.  They get to their child/children's classroom and have time to talk to the teacher, teacher's aide, nurse, lunch lady, 5 random parents AND the principal with 10 minutes to spare before the FIRST bell rings.  Then they get to take another leisurely walk home and smell the daisies. Us working mothers HATE the stay-at-home moms.


Isn't the first week of school GRAND. Yeah right.

UGH. Love really does make you stupid.  I think the definition of love should be: an emotion that causes you to make illogical and irrational decisions by the use of bad judgment.  UGH again.  Anyways, me and Marcos are BACK AT IT.  We decided to try to work out the relationship because he loves me.  Yeah, I think he's just emotionally dependant but unable to emotionally commit, if that makes any sense.  He afraid of true commitment, but then again, maybe I am too.  The thought of being with the SAME person FOREVER is scary, i don't care WHAT you die hard romantics say.  I consider myself a die-hard romantic too, but when you actually THINK about it, you have to live with the same annoying habits, shit you just can't stand about that person FOR LIFE.  And for all you "but if you LOVE someone you can't hate anything about them" types, GET REAL. I'm a mother, we're supposed to have that "unconditional wonderous euphoric"" feeling of love for our children, and mind you, I do, but the kid can STILL GET ON MY NERVES.  Well imagine having to live with someone that DIDN'T come directly out of your crotch. Uh-huh. Well, anyways, after all was said and done, we decided to start from scratch and work things out. Yeah. Well.  My sister threw a family party this weekend, and HE was too busy running errands (i.e., changing the tires on his dad's truck, helping a co-worker move some furniture, etc.) to go.  It's annoying to me that he can't seem to be able to tell people "NO, I can't do this, that and the other, because my girlfriend needs my support and company today."  Oh, no, he puts ME on the back burner for OTHER people.  He could have chnaged his dad's tires another day, told the co-worker "nah dawg, sorry this weekend is no-can-do" or something like that.  EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND he's doing someone OTHER THAN ME a favor.  I'm sorry, ya'll may think I'm asking for too much, even HE thinks that I'm asking too much, but FUCK THAT, I'm only asking for what I want in my life and think I deserve.  A lot of women are walking around the world miserable in their marriages/relationships, venting to their girlfriends and watching Pretty Woman or Dirty Dancing WISHING they could have that type of love/feeling.  I don't want to be 40 years onld watching some CORNY movie and looking at my husband thinking he doens't make me feel that way.  NO WAY, UH-UH.  I've been through ONE screwed up relationship with my son's father and I learned that  YOU ONLY GET WHAT YOU ASK FOR OR DEMAND.  Women nowadays don't ask for SHIT, they feel like, they meet a guy and he's [b]somewhat[/b] nice, attractive, [b]actually has a J.O.B.[/b] and EUREKA!!! He's the ONE. Don't rock the boat, don't ask for too much, do what he wants, be how he wants you to be and MAAAAAAAAAAYBE [b]TWO or THREE, shit maybe FIVE or SIX[/b] years from now HE may decide to want to marry you, but you HAVE to be patient and wait for HIM to decide. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.  I tired of all this shit.  Look BRUH, Hi my name is Jelenia, I'm 23, I have a 5 year old son, I have a great steady career, I have a nice car, I have bills to pay and I live with my parents.  If I decide to date you and we HAPPEN to fall in love, you have a MAXIMUM of 18 months to propose marriage AFTER THAT, I'm OUT of here.  I want a house, a boat, a jet-ski, and CHUNKY savings account, an EQUALLY CHUNKY retirement account,  two, possibly three more children, Flowers on the REGULAR, Love notes, Romatic get-aways, and an emotionally satisfying relationship all by the age of 28, so if you're not down with my plan, MOVE ON BRUH.  All women should be like that, all this, I'm miserable because I didn't tell my husband what I expected from him from the beginning is for the birds. Ladies and gentlement, if you feel me HOLLA!!!!

Ya know, I gotta love my boss, he's funny and VERRRRRRRRYYYYY smart, but sometimes he thinks that I'm having a love affair with my timesheets and that I don't want to part with them.  OH YES!! OH YES BABY!! I'm in LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE with my timesheets!!! I never ever ever again wish to part with them!!! No more holey-joes for my love, the timesheet!!!  No more man-handling by mail carriers of my timesheet to get it to my boss!! NEVER AGAIN!!!

*my boss knows I love him to death, but COME ON MAN!!*

My baby boy turns FIVE today!!!! I woke him up with hugs and kisses!!!  We had a talk about how he's a big boy now and how he has to act like one, i.e., no more crying for petty things, whining, etc.  I went to the supermarket yesterday and spent THREE HOURS buying all the things he needs for his party on Sunday, hot dogs, hamburgers, chips, juices, sodas, chicken, ribs, goodies for the goodies bags, all that jazz.......... I'm actually excited now!!! The bad thing is the party is going to be a pool, party and it has been raing here in South Florida for two weeks, with a lil sunshine here and there.  Hopefully the here and there won't be here and then.  I need to lose some weight, ATLEAST 20lbs.  I don't know where this extra weight came from but it HAS GOT TO GO!!!!  Been hitting the gym for the last month and a half, losy 5 measly pounds. SMH. FIVE POUNDS?!?!?! THAT'S IT?!?!?! UGH.  Guess I gotta hit it harder.  Whatever I do though, I REFUSE to give up my Taco Bell.  Uh-uh, can't do it, won't do it, no way, no how, never.  Guess I got to put in that extra 20 minutes to my work out to fit in the Grilled Steak Soft Tacos with a side order of Nacho Cheese, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Anyways, talk to you guys later »»»

Why is money so hard to get and so easy to let go of?  My son's 5th birthday is tomorrow and I hve to plan a party, buy a gift, and be surrounded by lil hyperactive children all weekend. Ok, this sucks ass. I love him with my entire SOUL, but these parties can KILL YOU.  UGH!! I'm soooooo frikken frustrated.  Im here at work waiting for it to stop raining so that I can trek to the gym down the street from my office.  I'm bored, but I have a lot of work to do, LOL, that's funny.  I need a serious vacation and soon, this job is gonna burn me out one of these days.  I need to buy a lottery ticket, be the SOLE wnner, fly off to a secluded island and be pampered by my handpicked team of shirtless waiters bringing me piña coladas and daquiri's and stuff like that.  WHOOOOOOOOOO, that sounds like a WONDERFUL fantasy.......................but *snap* back to reality where I'm surround by case files and everytime I seem to accopmlish the task of having these case issues up to date, *bam* the files are back on my desk with the NEXT issue to complete. ARRGGGGGGGGGG!!!! I NEED A DAMN VACATION!!!!!!! Wish my "man" would get with the program........HMPH. That's ANOTHER story in itself. »»»»