It's the 2nd day of rain here in Sacramento. At least I am able to wear my leather Sam Endleman boots before I put them away in a few weeks. Phone blogging 2 go

Damn Girl, you got junk in the trunk!

Photo by: Violet Tu-Tangy
Model: White Cheetah Cow Cow (aka CheetSkeet)
Location: Guest bedroom/Kitty litter room/computer-study room. Photo taken on the guest bed.
Title of Piece: Where my dinner, lazy human?

And people wonder why we are so hesitant to feed her... Now you know.

Reno Trip + my injured knee

My mini vacation to Reno, NV was both fun and painful. The trip started off with good food, perfect hotel room with a fantastic view, and great company. Although, at the end of the trip, I had hurt my right knee while snowboarding in 45 to 55 mph wind. Not fun at all. We all have stories from that terrible day.

If I were short on time and money for a vacation, I'd take another trip to Reno. Nothing wrong with getting away for a little while, especially with the great benefits the hotel was offering.

$400 for 2 nights in a suite with free snowboard rentals and lift tickets, promotional money for food, arcade, bowling, and so much more. Also, free drinks when you're playing the penny machines? I'd do it again.

Back to reality.

I feel like a total emotional wreck. A combination of laughing, crying, frustration and anger are seeping through my veins like rapid hot lava that just doesn't want to stop.

I want to punch something, yell at someone, tear off my socks. Okay, okay. The tearing off my socks thing is a bit over-the-top, but that's how extreme this is.

I just want to curl up in a ball and bawl my eyes out. No one ever understands. Even I don't understand.



I really wanted that dog.

Junior Prom

Last year, I did a small blog entry about my cousin and sister's junior prom. I was really surprised by the amount of hits and request I had received about their dresses. So only to be fair, I'm going to post pictures of my youngest sister's prom dress. After this, it'll most likely be no more prom pictures (since I only have two sisters) or I will post their senior ball pictures along with my cousin Allie. But it really depends on my mood.

Both my sisters really wanted unique, one-of-a-kind dresses that you can't find anywhere, which is why Lena made her own jr. prom dress - with the help of my mother, of course.  Hillarie, on the other hand, isn't so crafty but wanted something that wasn't dark colored or matte and she wanted length, which meant she needed a gown. So this entailed lots of traveling and lots of time wasted on trying on dresses. It took 3 days before prom after many failed attempts of shopping for unique gowns that were tasteless and tacky until my mother finally found the perfect dress... in the back of her closet! 

They should've done that first before they had hit up Jessica McClintock. That store that "yawn-like" dresses, in my opinion.

The dress obviously had to be tailored and formed to fit my sister before her prom day. It was a rather stressful event that I don't want to get into. If you have to know, my sister waited until the last week to search for a dress because she had planned on no longer going the week before prom since she had too much projects and MESA competitions to do on prom day. But it worked out, she left her competition 4 hours early without knowing the end result of her projects, just so she could go to prom.

Enough jabber from my end. Pictures are down below. I'm sleepy but I have to be awake since I'll be going to Reno, NV in a couple of hours. Gosh, they grow up so fast. Lena and Allie are graduating this year! Hillarie is graduating next year! =O

Another Crazy

yes... another crazy person we all have to live with.

I recieved a phone call today from an unknown person with an unknown location. While this man goes off to tell me how the white race is still oppressing the ethnic groups, especially those of Native American ancestry - in which he prefered the term "Red Folks," I kept asking what's his name, where is he calling from, and what's the purpose of this call. He didn't want to tell me his name, nor his location, which drove me absolutely fuming. Although, when I interrupted him mid-sentence when he was mindlessly talking about how the red folks are the majority in some parts of Latin America to ask "Sir, what's the purpose of this call?" He said "I want you women to fix this problem."

... huh?

After being on the phone with him for another few more minutes explaining to him how I'm familiar with the how one race oppresses the other race  in the U.S., given that I studied U.S. history in college, so he doesn't need to repeat himself. But I let him know that I don't understand when he says the red folks' culture are disappearing due to the deaths of red women by the white man.

... what?

Before I hung up on him, I told him that I will take his comments into consideration and maybe, just maybe pass the word along.

Wish I could've said "Dude, you're crazy. The world isn't after your red folks like you think it is. That's history, get over it. You seriously want your red folks to rule over the Americas, then no one is holding you back. Just make sure you have the proper support for such ruling. BUT you're not getting my support 'cause you're crazy. Yes, sir. You're crazy and you have extreme thoughts. That's why you don't have my support."

Too bad I was too chicken to say so... sigh.