Nostalgia

Sunday, September 25, 2005 clivia 0 Comments

Blast from the past....pics that were resurrected

I think this is China we playing mas with in Hialeah.
Trinis and a Jamaican, who insisted on buying new sneakers [blue] to match the outfit.
Did you hear Me ???
NEW....for THAT DAY!!!
after three wines, a roti, and 5 carib...she was barefoot with the sneakers hanging around her neck like a weird type of earrings??

Can you guess which one it is????

Butch Chick

Thursday, September 22, 2005 clivia 0 Comments

QUOTE: "I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive...he just has to be worthy."

I've been accused of being....super-independent, belligerent...even difficult...

It kinda makes me feel like I'm a butch chick, with hair growing out of my armpits wearing a muscle jacket, and picking my teeth with a knife...


I'm just complex and intelligent...and outspoken....simple as that... I know I'm not a physical threat to Anybody....wouldnt want to be..

I think people's perception of me is colored by my outward display. I think I present a smiley happy go lucky, easy going girl. Which is not to say that I'm not.

its just that...I too am capable of Evil.

My friends know this only too well. Inside me lurks a 7 foot 1 ninja, vindicator of all wrongs, a voodoo doctor and soothsayer. I can keep a secret, and a grudge forever....I put hexes on people daily...and then ask god to forgive me two seconds after...sigh.

I remember embarrassing my best friend and my sister at a blockbusters when I thought we were being treated unfairly. Now that I visualize the situation I can see the apparent humor in it. This coco-midget ( only I can call myself that) screaming at this male manager in front of a collection of mixed races in a line demanding service. They heard me mumbling at first.....then I got the rolling eyes from the sis. BF trying to tell me to calm down...and then finally...oh lord...She's gonna blow..... lol. and I did. Actually there's a block in Miami where I have gone off on almost every retail business for lack of service. People just don't know a thing about customer service anymore.

I'm usually the one yelling for other people too. very defensive of my people...even when they're wrong..

sigh...

Why submissive anyways? Why cant I be the "partner", the equal? I know my brain is far advanced than most men and women I know. I'm capable of independent thought and decisions...

I'm not going to be silent to create an image of accuracy for ANYBODY!

So that makes me bitchy and opinionated....hahahah!!

My dad always told me that I'd be stuck in his house till I was 50...cause I was difficult and cantankerous. I know I have a mouth on me. It's not my fault...Its part of the gene pool....but right is right...right?How can I sit and agree with something that makes no sense??? I'm not encouraging an argument...hell I hate conflict myself...(which is why on CSI when they're about to show the intense moment...my stomach hurts)

I can be submissive....I can...if I choose to be

The Carnival Posts or Darwin Sucks

Monday, September 05, 2005 clivia 0 Comments

So...I had a day where everything that could have gone wrong did. I'm under so many deadlines these past weeks.....and I seem to have a problem saying NO. Just those two words no. Sorry...But I can't...

I have 100 Costumes to finish in T minus 12 days...and every year I've tried to minimize the last minute mad dash to complete everything........and ..I've failed again...on top of that...all my other responsibilities....to myself, my house, my friends, my dog.....have gone completely to shit.

And, it only gets worse.

I plan my days to the nanosecond.....and its crap...I don't plan anything ...and the same thing happens...I make decisions I believe are based on the priority of the situation....and SOMETHING STILL happens to frig it all up.
TIME CHECK: 11:00 AM
So my vendor for my appliqué (that I ordered 3 weeks prior to make sure I would have it on time) calls me and says come pick it up. I'm ELATED (pardon the pun)... so I run over there on Saturday morning to pick it up. Mind you I hate downtown Miami...One, cause it’s always a mad dash for parking and it’s really congested...and Two I get distracted by all the frieking fabric and bead stores...

sigh... So I go the store which shall remain nameless for now...and I have 20 beautiful yards ....OF THE WRONG FRIEKING APPLIQUE!!! I'm beyond anger......I'm in tears of complete bewilderment and frustration and exhaustion....TEARS....over some flippin appliqué...

What's worse is that it takes 3 weeks from whereverinfakistan they have to have it made to send to me....CARNIVAL IS OCTOBER 9. What... I give my masqueraders a friggin IOU until after the event??? I have never wanted to just roll over and die like I did at that moment.
So after minutes of jus crying.....I mean BAWLING till snot running down my nose...and strange Hispanic Women are patting me on the back to say its okay in Spanish...he says...oh...Let me see what I can do....I have no choice but to leave. After a few minutes to compose myself...while I stand outside the store bent over doubled up in pain...I REFUSE to allow the entire day to be wasted. I go to my other supplier....

TIME CHECK: 1:30PM
I go to pick up my final order of design elements for the male costume....of which I was told there are 38 cartons in the warehouse....they open the box....and its SILVER!! ...which of course is gorgeous...BUT I CANT FRICKIN USE IT. Numb...I'm jus numb. I buy it anyways...and pray that gold metallic paint can fix it. I realize now that the birthday party for my friend D's son has started already..... an hour away from where I am.....and I have to skip it again...( and disappoint them and her and him...and me) because I have to stay in the area to make sure that my appliqué guy can give me a contact for a friekin shipping/exporter who might have the appliqué for me....sigh...

TIME CHECK: 1:45
I go to the bank to cash two checks (I should have learnt my lesson from last year. No checks...sigh but...) for deposits send for the costumes. Large amounts. I figure...Let me cash them and get everything else that I need. BOTH CHECKS...BOTH...come back NSF....Why is my car acting weird???

TIME CHECK: 3:30
No Phone Call yet. I go to Wal-Mart to pick up the pellam backing for the belts and arm bands....and the shorts for the males...THERE IS NOT ONE SHORT IN THE RIGHT COLOR! Not A One. I buy a Sobe adrenaline...and keep walking...I'm beyond tears...or embarrassment...because I know my hair is a wreck...and my eyes are bloodshot and blurry.

TIME CHECK: 4:00
Aren't the stores downtown closing already? No Phone Call yet. I call. He says....Ill have to call you on Monday. Despair. Complete Despair. I decide to keep pushing...cant even speak anymore... I go to Ultra Fabrics. University - From Downtown. Traffic. Annoyed. Get there...Highlight of my day. My accent appliqués is on Sale. Great googly Moogly....SOMETHING GOES FRIEKIN RIGHT!!! I get what I need....Lets head home and do some work.....Oh I need some gas...I drive off...My car shuts down......2 steps shy of the pump...not because of gas...Its the battery. I'm Stranded stranded....

TIME CHECK: 6:00PM
I finally gets to the mas camp. After babying the car...which shuts off on its own every 5 miles leaving me stranded in the traffic...hazards ON praying some one will NOT hit me.....all the way up the highway...much to the annoyance of the other mall shopping happy friekin motorist...I offload the purchases and get inside. Thank God its cool...

TIME CHECK: 7:00 PM
SO....I find out that my Roadside Assistance cannot get my car for another 3 hours due to some glitch in their system....But I think...its good time... I can do some work while I wait. Two more girls come over....we get some work done....I’m starting to relax...Phone rings...ohh...International. It must be my mommy. YAY! It is...I get ready to vent...and she tells me ...my swimsuits are complete... They’ll be shipped next week. Point TWO for Good news.

TIME CHECK: 9:00PM
No tow truck. No call saying they’re coming. NO call back from the Insurance Company. I haven't walked the dog. I really want a shower...my nails are covered in glue...and the Chinese food that I ordered for lunch is sitting on my chest.

TIME CHECK: 10:00PM.
My friend's BF lends her his car....so she can follow my car....for as long as it takes...to get my car to my house...And it takes 45 mins...in between the driving and the waiting for it to drive again...
TIME CHECK: 10:45 PM.
Finally. Home. I walk the dog. I call my friend to say I'm sorry I cant go that birthday party tonight. I realize again...that I'm disappointing a friend...two actually. I’m denying myself some relaxing time...I'm exhausted, I have to do laundry, I have no Appliqué and I have to do it all again tomorrow... I cry myself to sleep..