chuliboobs

I kinda like...

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 16:47:00 +0000

that no one knows about this blog. I'm going through something...not sure what it is. I guess it's just that 30something-what-am-I-doing-with-my-life kind of stuff. It doesn't exactly help that I may have broken something in my foot, so I am bed bound and have nothing but time to think. There is this uncomfortable feeling inside me. I'm craving something. Something isn't right. I'm just getting increasingly frustrated because with work... the dogs... the kid... the bills... and all of the other STUFF...I feel like I don't have the time or energy to try and do whatever needs to be done to rid myself of this feeling.

*sigh*

On a lighter note... I am in love ... and having amazing sex. :) lol

toes.

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 19:09:00 +0000

Atlantic City, Aug '09

This roller coaster called life.

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 18:50:00 +0000

Sheesh it has been a rough ride these past few months. My son left home and went back to live with his father...I have not heard from him in 2 months. He is slowly breaking my heart. My daughter needs to have minor surgery #2 because her cyst came back. My grandfather is in the hospital where they let him fall out of the bed after having two brain surgeries (the result of a fall). My relationship is in shambles. Let's see what else???? LOL

The ONE good thing is that I am still able to smile!!! *CHEESE*

I miss this blog. I am going to try to post more often...gradually.

Updates:

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Sun, 31 May 2009 00:30:00 +0000

The childrens father is still an asshole. I have emailed him a couple of times to advise him of some very important things but I have not heard back from him.

My daughter was in the hospital for an emergency minor surgerical procedure. She is home and doing well now. It was really nice of her father to show up at the hospital to pay her a visit... EMPTY HANDED...not so much as a balloon.

I don't think I have ever been under as much financial stress as I am under at this time. I had a mild panic attack the other day. WTF.

I started the procedure for child support. The state better not order him to pay $15 or some shit like that because as it is I am feeling very POSTAL lol

I have cracked open a bottle of wine and plan to relax my mind tonight. I have another blog that I have been dedicating more of my time to... really trying to focus on my writing. I decided to make a separate blog because the content might not be for everyone.

I guess that's it for now! =)

How do they sleep at night?

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Wed, 13 May 2009 10:29:00 +0000

Since my son came back home to live with me, his father has basically disowned him and barely speaks to my daughter, although he says he is not mad at her. Now my thing is...you want to be mad at me, FINE. You still have financial obligations with regards to your children. My daughter is going to South Africa this summer and her school will not allow her to proceed with the process until her account has a zero balance. They called me yesterday and asked if I could send her to school today with a check for $471. Of course I said, "Sure, no problem." And she will definitely have it. However, that money is needed elsewhere. He won't respond to my emails or phonecalls. Yesterday I texted his wife and asked her to relay the message to him that the $300 that he owes me since september plus half of the $470, totaling $535 would be greatly appreciated. FYI she feels my pain and is trying to figure out a way to leave his abusive ass at this very moment. It's not good when you have to go home thinking of your escape plan for the night. I just don't now how these bastards sleep at night.

I so cannot believe...

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Wed, 06 May 2009 02:25:00 +0000

That it has been almost two months since I have posted here. My poor little blog. Things have just been so crazy! We moved...AGAIN...only seven months into our lease...mainly because our landlord was an ASSHOLE! We love the new place and plan to stay here for a long time. The thought of moving again quite literally makes me a lil sick. Other than that, lots of funny and strange things have happend...and as soon as I remember them, I will post them! Stay tuned!

I promised myself I wouldn't do this...

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 16:56:00 +0000

But damnit, it's my blog!

Do you love animals? Of course you do!
Do you love the circus? Of course you do!
I know you are probably saying to yourself, "Well these are silly questions Vanessa, who doesn't love the circus?"

I will tell you who doesn't love the circus...

THE ANIMALS!

The animals that can't speak for themselves and say:
I don't want to do this.
I want to retire.
Stop hurting me.
You're scaring me.
I miss my home.
Please let me go home.

We do what we want to animals because they can't communicate their feelings the way we do.

The following is an email I received from PETA. Please watch the undercover footage (link at the bottom of email).

Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus, the "cruelest show on Earth" is coming to New York, and we need your help to raise awareness about the cruelty and violence that go on behind the scenes at the circus. When Ringling is in your town, it’s up to kind people like you to let Ringling know that this cruel show is not welcome!

Experts, eyewitnesses, and video footage prove that physical abuse is standard practice for training elephants in circuses. Ringling’s trainers have been observed hitting and jabbing elephants, including babies, with sharp steel-tipped rods called "bullhooks." We know that Ringling causes pain and suffering to animals, but we must share this with others so that they, too, will boycott the circus.

We hope that you will take some time out of your busy schedule to join local activists for these exciting and important demonstrations:

What: Ringling demonstrations
When: Thursday, March 26, 6 p.m. (opening night)
Saturday, March 28, 10 a.m., 2:15 p.m., and 6:30 p.m.
Sunday, March 29, 10 a.m., 2:15 p.m., and 6:30 p.m.
Wednesday, April 1, 6:30 p.m.
Sunday, April 5, 10 a.m., 2:15 p.m., and and 6:30 p.m.
Friday, April 10, 10 a.m. and 2:15 p.m.
Saturday, April 11, 10 a.m., 2:15 p.m., and 6:30 p.m.
Sunday, April 12, 2:15 p.m. and 6:30 p.m.
Monday, April 13, 2:15 p.m.
Where: Madison Square Garden (7th Avenue entrance), 4 Penn Plz., New York

All materials will be provided. If you have any questions about the demonstrations, please contact me at DavidS@peta.org. For more information on this campaign, to learn what former employees say about Ringling, and to view PETA's videos showing behind-the-scenes training, please visit Circuses.com.

We're in this fight together, and we couldn't do it without you. We're grateful that you're part of our A-Team, and we encourage you to take full advantage of the network by contacting us any time with questions, requests, or concerns. Thanks so much for everything that you do for animals!

For animals,

David Salisbury, Assistant Activist Liaison
People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals
DavidS@peta.org

Undercover Video

Guess who I saw?

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 16:51:00 +0000

Yup! Mr. Softee!

Listen, if it is cold enough to make my nipples hard...then it's not warm enough for ice cream!

Men need new material!

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 14:57:00 +0000

So I was walking the dogs this morning and I noticed a few police officers standing in front a car service storefront. I thought, I wonder what happened there? I didn't give it too much thought and continued to walk the pups praying for them to do their business so I could catch the 8:15 bus. JACKPOT! Cupcake began crouching. So I bent down to pick up her poop (I think I am the only one in Bushwick who picks up after their dog), and I heard one of the cops say, "Damn I gotta use the bathroom too!"

*pause*

Me: Are you insinuating that I should pick up your poop?
Him: No, no... (undetectable mumbling)
Me: Have a nice day.

So I continued walking, thinking WHO says that?

Now he tries to recover.

Him: I got two dogs. Can you walk my dogs too?
Me:Ummm How much are you paying? (I'm usually prepared with witty responses, but I was at a loss)
Him: How much am I paying? *pause* Can I come talk to you? *starts walking over*
Me: *mumbles curse-words* I'm kind of in a rush.

The rest is too unimportant and long to document.

If any men should come across this post, please adhere to the following:

Do not make animal noises to get our attention
Do not ask us if you can have some of what we are eating/drinking
Do not ask us why we didn't purchase you one of what we are eating/drinking
Do not call us ma, mami, chula, sexy, boo, etc.
Do not make those I-want-to-eat-you-up faces while licking your lips and looking us up and down
Do not ask us to pick up your poop
Do not ask us to do the things you see us doing (for you), in a poor attempt to strike up a conversation (i.e. you see us taking out the garbage and say, damn ma you wanna take out my garbage?) Notice: the example was a doubly whammy because it started off with Damn ma
Do not tell us that you want to "CONVERSATE" with us

The list can go on and on, but if this post helps just one man, I am happy.

The fruits of my labor

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 20:44:00 +0000

Jazmine and Cyrus
Sibling Love (at least for the picture lol)

Psycho is back!

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 20:31:00 +0000

So my son who lives with his dad called me this weekend to tell me that his father excessively "disciplined" him, and he didn't want to be there any longer. I didn't need to hear anymore, I went and retrieved him and his things from his fathers house. His father has a history of violence and his parenting methods have always left lots to be desired. Perhaps I should have called him before removing my son from the house, but you don't know this man. He is irrational and can go from 0-100 in 5 seconds. So now he is behaving very much like a child telling me that he and I are not on good terms and that he wants nothing to do with his son. UGH he really makes me sick. He doesn't want to know anything, positive or negative about my son, and wishes me good luck. Whew! What a nut job...you ever look back and have one of those What was I thinking moments?

So my son is safely in my home. I am a little worried because his father has to come over tonight to bring the last of my sons' stuff. I don't want any drama...but I am already anticipating it.

I am not one who hesitates to dial 911, and he knows this. I only hope it is fresh in his mind. Prayers please.

Eleven minutes you'll never get back

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 18:52:00 +0000

But worth it.

Lmao.

I demand a new dress code - NO CLOGS!

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 18:35:00 +0000

My co-worker has gone from wearing boots, that for some reason create a very annoying sound when she walks, to wearing clogs. I think I will go play in traffic now.

You think you know, but you have no idea.

Someone posed the question

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 20:29:00 +0000

What's making you happy right now?

Honestly I couldn't answer it, and that made me feel sad.

Work: I hate it. I can't find the silver lining there.

Children: They've grown up so fast, and are slipping right through my Kung Fu grip.

Me: Still haven't reached my goal weight, and quite honestly, haven't been trying very hard. Top three weaknesses: Cheese Chocolate and SODA!

Friends: Everyone is so far, and I am in desperate need of a GNO!

Education: I want to go back to school so badly, but the funds just won't allow it at this moment.

Health: Fibromyalgia is really taking a huge toll on me, and my knees are crunching louder than ever before. I mean don't get me wrong, I am always thankful that I am basically in good health, and that my family and close friends are all blessed in that department. HOWEVER, that doesn't lessen the pain I feel daily.

Debt: I don't want to talk about it.

Money: Not much to talk about. Need much more than I have, and don't know where it's coming from.

Very gloomy post right? I know! I kinda wanna punch the screen right now myself.
But at the risk of irritating everyone and using a very overused phrase, it is what it is!

I'm one of those happy people that always has a smile on even when the world is trying to gain entry through my anus, but today the smile is a little crooked and kind of half-ass.

I'm sorry what??

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 02:25:00 +0000

Welcome to flight 920 to Miami, would you like some penis, PEANUTS?

I'm sorry what?

OK ma'am opening your eyes super wide while you attempt to say the word peanuts without offending people is not working.

Ha!

On animal years.

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 21:14:00 +0000

It's just not fair that our beloved pets have such short lives. We love them like we birthed them, they become a part of our lives, we watch them grow old and feeble, and inevitably have to experience the excruciating pain of their passing. When I started at my job nine years ago, our office had a mascot, G.G. My boss had found her beaten half to death on the boardwalk near his home when she was just a few years old. He was the only one daring enough to approach a wounded Pitbull, and thank God he was. G.G. is a wonderful dog. She is greedy and pushy, and doesn't like our mail man much, but she is truly a mush. I would always tell people that were too scared to come into our office, "Don't be afraid, she's a kitten trapped in a Pitbulls body!"

My boss retired a couple of years ago, and I haven't seen G.G. since. He came in today, and said he had a surprise. When I saw G.G. trotting through the door, my heart melted. She'd put on some weight as most of us women do in our old age =) but she just looked so old. Her once vibrant face was gray, her eyes had a kind of bloodshot look to them. She's 15ish now. Her real age was never known. She remembered us and went over to each desk to greet each person individually.

I tried to capture a shot of her with my phone, but as soon as I would press the button, she would move...so this was the best that I could do...

It made me sad to think that I probably won't see her again. So I said my goodbyes to her today. Her life started rough, but she was rescued by her prince charming and has a great life living upstate NY at my bosses property. She is a testament to the loving nature these dogs can have, even when they have experienced abuse.

I <3 you G.G.

Get your knot on!

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 18:23:00 +0000

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Sometimes you just gotta ask...

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 03:51:00 +0000

What the f*ck are you doing?

Sometimes people just do crazy things that you don't understand.
Most times you don't even really expect an answer.
But you just have to ask anyway.

Just be careful when you ask this question, that you are not live on the air.

P.S. Sue Simmons is extremely gangster...I bet her pimp hand is very strong.

Just shut your damn pie hole

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 19:22:00 +0000

Not sure what my mood is today. I woke up this morning and my whole body hurt (courtesy of Fibromyalgia). I was tired and didn’t feel like doing the whole get-ready-for-work thing, so I decided to call out. I called one of my co-workers to ask her to do something for me, and she told me that some of my other co-workers were talking crap about me not coming in, and bitc*ing about me not making copies of the lottery tickets for the office pool we did this week, blah, blah, blah. I got so upset that I called my boss back and said I was coming in. I got up, got ready and took a cab to work. I was ready for war! But of course people only talk crap when you are not there… one of them did approach me about the copies (the main one that was talking crap) but he did so in the nicest playful tone he could muster up. Jerk.

THEN… I ordered a sandwich….yes I have balls like that… come in at 11am and take lunch at 12 lol. I ordered cheese on a roll, with mayo and onions (don’t ask).

So this is how it went….

Me: Hi can I have cheese on a roll with mayo and onions
Him: You want cheese on a roll with mayo and onions?
Me: Yes! Lots of onions! Thanks!
Him: Ok.

We hung up and thirty minutes later my sandwich arrived. Cheese on a roll with lettuce, tomato and mayo *record screech* Where the F*ck are my onions? Of course I call back just to let him know that my onions went missing but mysteriously I had a sh*t load of lettuce and tomato. He promised to send me a giant onion next time. Clearly he didn’t understand the morning I had, and how badly I wanted onions. And clearly he thought that his little onion-humor erased my frustration. I am breaking up with that deli (that’s a lie).

I have to tell you that in the midst of me writing this blog, he (the sh*t-talker) came over to tell me the longest most irrelevant story ever. Have you ever been listening to someone, but you begin to have an out-of-body experience? Three minutes into his story, my mind wandered. I imagined myself slapping him wildly. I imagined myself grabbing random items from my desk and throwing them at him shouting, SHUT UP! For the love of God just SHUT UP! I was quite abruptly brought back to reality by a hand resting on my shoulder and a voice, “Isn’t that strange…I mean who would do that?” I had no idea what he was talking about.

Please send help.

Dear 8:15am B7 Bus Driver,

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 17:56:00 +0000

You suck! You just come and go as you please. You're so unreliable. You always disappoint me, but this morning was the worst! You just sat there in plain view. It was after 8:15, and you just sat there taunting me. I think you get off on making me wait in the FREEZING COLD. You watch me as I do my little I'm-f*cking-cold-salsa-dance. You're a real sicko! Finally you moved your a** after I walked the half a block over to you to give you a piece of my mind....

Me: Is this the 8:15 bus?
HIM: Yes
Me: Ummm we're freezing, it's after 8:15, let's go...Com'on!!!!
HIM: Nothing

I walked back over to the bus stop feeling powerful. My crew (freezing strangers) stared at me waiting for an explanation, your explanation...I had nothing for them. I mumbled about cigarettes, newspapers, being late for work, fare increases, and how I hate you.

I was silent as I dipped my metro-card. You weren't worthy of my usual how-the-heck-are-you greeting, because you my friend, are an a**hole!

See you tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Vanessa

These feet were made for walkin'

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 02:08:00 +0000

And today they did! I walked 5 miles from my house over the Williamsburg bridge into Manhattan. It felt great!!!! It's something I have been wanting to do for a really long time!

CAUTION: VERY CRAPPY CAMERA PHONE PHOTOS AHEAD

Coffee beans smell delish

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 16:16:00 +0000

Too bad coffee makes your breath smell a little bit like doo doo. Having said that, I still desperately want to be a coffee drinker. Coffee drinkers always look so cool. They're always hanging out in funky coffee lounges looking like they're taking care of serious business, typing away on their Mac’s, or reading the NY Times. I want that to be me. I just can't get used to the taste, no matter what flavored creamer I use, or how much sugar I put in it. I sometimes pose as a coffee drinker. *whispers* It’s really hot cocoa.

Holding the cup makes me feel sexy and powerful. I think to myself... I am fooling all these people! I throw my head back *insert evil laugh here* and jeer, It's hot cocao you fools!!

Don’t I look super cool though??

Why are crackheads up so early?

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 17:37:00 +0000

I mean, they seem to be out all night, and when I leave for work in the morning, they are still out and about. What's up with that? Did they go home, go to sleep and agree to meet back on the corner at 8am, or have they just been out ALL night? It's a mystery to me. When I have a day off from work, my favorite thing to do is sleep in a little. Didn't they get the memo that you can score crack at any time of day in Bushwick? There is an unlimited supply. It's not a first-come-first-serve type of thing.

My girlfriend told me the funniest story the other day...

She was in the barber shop when the door opened and in came this crackhead woman with a 20lb lock and chain around her neck. "Anybody wanna buy a lock?" she asked, her mouth twitching with anticipation. *crickets* She just stood there twitching while everyone stared in disbelief. "The only thing is," she continued, "I ain't got the key." Now why in the world would anyone want to purchase a lock with no key? She knew she didn't have a chance in hell of selling that damn lock. But damn it she tried, and I love her for that.

Do you know your foopa is showing?

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Tue, 17 Feb 2009 18:08:00 +0000

Foopa: Blubber located at the waist line.

Now, to clarify this a little more, I do want to mention that even women without a lot of blubber can give themselves a foopa-like effect if they wear the wrong size pants! That being said, WHY for the love of GOD do women insist on accentuating and highlighting their foopas? I do not understand this one bit. I am struggling, sometimes winning, and sometimes losing a weight loss battle myself. But what I will give myself credit for, is NEVER wearing pants that create a foopa (aka roll, muffin top, etc.). Then, to make matters worse, some women pair their wrong-size-jeans with a tight, short shirt, which periodically rides up revealing the aforementioned foopa. What look at they going for exactly? I hope this post will serve as a wake-up call for offenders everywhere...this is not cute!!!!

Philly was silly

noreply@blogger.com (Vee) — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 04:46:00 +0000

So today my boo (lmao @ "my boo") and I decided to use our almost expired bus tickets and spend the day in Philly. We were very excited to check out all that down town Philly had to offer, but turns out, not so much. I'm guessing that when you are from a city like New York City, other places fail in comparison. I hope I am not offending any proud Philadelphians, or upsetting other proud non New Yorkers. I mean I am sure Paris, London and Rome may be able to hold a candle to my beloved NYC...but Philly...well Philly let us down. I had never been to Philadelphia outside of school trips to see the Liberty Bell, and well if you have seen the Liberty Bell more than once, that is definately one time too many. It's a Bell with a crack in it. I have crack heads and prostitutes on my corner, it's going to take more than a broken bell to excite me.

Aside from the general disappointment, we found ourselves very confused as to why everything was either closed or shut down. I felt like I was in some type of futuristic movie where you wake up from some unexplainable coma that you have been in for 10 years to find your city destroyed and abandoned.

I was however very excited to see the street sign Filbert and 9th. This is the main building of the Philadelphia Parking Authority... A&E Parking Wars fans will understand why... am I the only person who loves Garfield?

The second highlight of my day was when Kevin, a panhandler who wreeked of Smirnoff gave us advice on sight seeing and then asked us to buy him lunch. Boo and I offered him Pizza, but he said Pizza upset his stomach...priceless. Finally Kevin and his stomach agreed to cheese fries.