It's been way too long!

What's up peeps? It's been way to long since my last post. Life been hectic but God is good,verdad. So I don't know if any of you know about the shortage of Adderall. I know this first hand, cause I'm A.D.D. as they come. I noticed right after summer it wasnt always available at my pharmacy, but I could get it filled at a pharmacy I used to use. I take the generic form, the pharmacist told me to have my doc change it to the extended release, and it would be easier to get. THAT WAS A BIG FAT LIE!!!!!
I called the office asked if I could get it changed, they told me to ask the pharm what dosage it comes in so the doc on hand could write me the script. So while I was picking my Wife's happy pills I asked them that simple question explaining how THEY had told me to get it changed they told me the dosages had said they had them. So I went to my doc's office which I take 3 different freeways to get there, with my two little ones in tow. The hande me a sealed envelope and we left. I maybe A.D.D., but I'm not stupid so before we got into the elevator I looked at the script and didn't see the XR on it. So we went back inside and I told the receptionist, and she said the doc just wrote what was in my file, and the doc was in a session and would be just a minute. Well after 45 mins and a handfull of candy they gave my kiddos I got what I came for.
Went to the drive thru at the pharm cause my kids crashed from the sugar high, and after about 20 mins get to the window, only for them to tell me they didn't have it! Lucky for them I have God in my heart and my kids in the car, cause I'm going on a week not being medicated and was moments away from losing it. I smiled said thanks I will try somewhere else. After three calls to different pharms I finally found my drugs. Seriously people it was never this hard to find drugs like this when I was in high school wtf. So rest easy I am once again medicated you can sleep in peace tonight. Love you all and God bless.
El

Mental breakdown.....not intended to be funny....but laugh if you must.

Hola chicas y chicos. Wow what a day, what a month actually. i was going to post a new post titled "The Joys of Being a Daddy" but things just got crazy. Crap screw it i will still post that one, just not right now. Let me stop being so darn A.D.D.!!!!! Alright so back to mental breakdown.... have any of you reading this ever have had a freaking breakdown mental or psychotic? (be honest remember i know some of you who read this) i think i came close today, hell i might even be on the darn edge right now. i am a recovering alcoholic, and there is the place that i should not go (not literal) too, it is called the edge, like an edge of a cliff. Its when i let my mind wonder(which really is not smart to do, cause one day the damn thing may not come back) usually about stupid stuff like the good old days(when i use to drink) not sure why i refer to that period of my life like that. Not so good, don't get me wrong not so bad either, i just was not doing much good, lots of fun though. So let me say it this way "the not so doing good, but kind of bad, but lots of fun days" Anywho sometimes i go to the edge, i just stand there trying to see if i can get close enough too look down, but i always make sure i never lose my balance.(give into temptation to drink) Then sometimes i have real bad days where i crave the edge wanting not only to look down the cliff but jump off the bastard and just enjoy the free fall. When those days come i pick up the phone and reach out, and if it is real bad hit a meeting.

 i am on a new edge right now, i think i am just overwhelmed with school and trying to be a good house husband. i have been not sleeping well the last couple of nights. Its hard to keep house, be daddy, student, and husband. It is a crazy hard juggling act, and i feel like i am about to drop a ball.(wait that might just be the Del Taco i had for dinner tonight)
 LISTEN PEOPLE i am not writing this as a cry for help please do not think that. If i needed help i would dial 911 trust me. No i am just writing this so you can get a little glimpse of who i am(the tears behind the clown) in my head. i like being transparent i just wished i could be more honest though. i am writing this in hopes it will help me get sleepy so i can go to bed, i am freakin tired. WOOO HOOO i just yawned. i think  it is working. Thanks everybody. It is like you all just read me a bedtime story. Time for nighty nights.
 Sincerely
 EL

A Cup Of Coffee.

 Whenever we go up to visit my inlaws, i wake up @ 530am to go drink coffee with my father in law and his group of old buddies. Actually they have inspired me to do a documentary on them. You see my Wife and her sister would classify them as rednecks. And to tell you the truth some of them would called themselves that also. i would call them good ol' boys, most of them are gun carrying, God fearing, glad to be American, set in their ways. In reality they are old: farmers, contractors, salesmen, city workers, plumbers, entrepreneurs,  husbands-fathers-grandfathers, and most have a college education.
 My documentary would start out by showing different groups of old men having coffee, you see these men are in every city, town, hood, and barrio. Enjoying cups of coffee in dinners, cafes, doughnut shops, and even in  cattle stockyards. As they grow older their conversations grow from talking of yesterdays conquests, glory days of their sport careers, fast cars, and whooping asses and not taking names to present day talks of swapping cooking recipes, tending to their gardens, pets which include dogs,fish,cats,goats,cattle, and turtles, and of course the best way to fold towels. Do not miss understand these men in their older age are still manly men, and if it came down to it would still whoop some ass, they just may use the butt of a shotgun or a axe handle to do so. ( such things are called equalizers )
On our last visit up there, i did what i normally do, get up at God early throw on my shorts,sweatshirt, and sandals (temp is usaully in the high 30's to low 40's) and head to coffee with my father in law. He says that his buddies all like me even though i am a Mexican. And i believe that, they really treat me like one of the guys, like a good ol' boy. The interesting thing and what i really like about this group is i feel like i get to not only observe another culture but i get to be a part of it. i feel like an exchange student in a foreign country able to speak and understand the their language, and not only learn from them but also i get the chance to educate them in our exchanges. Anywho we arrive at the drinking hole and go inside. We walk up to a round empty table that has about 6 different coffee cups on it. Each one belongs to a guy  in the group, one cup has a train on it, another an English crest, another a tractor. My father in law takes his place at the table, there is assigned seating. I take the seat to the right of him, and he laughs at my choice of seat that i steal from the group. The waitress brings me a cup and first pours my father in law his coffee, then mine. About 5 minutes later the next addition to the group arrives the SAILOR, whose chair i have decided to sit in. As he walks up to the table he sees me and smiles and says "good to see you. You know you are in my spot don't ya?" i reply "sure do"
SAILOR "just checking, i don't mind, but you are going to throw off the whole order of things. You can't just show up here and sit just anywhere, again I don't mind, but the other guys they all are creatures of habit, and well they might just get all up and up over this, it might turn into a battle. You remember the Alamo don't ya?"
Me "I remember the Alamo, but bad example you guys lost that one."
SAILOR "We lost that battle, but we sure won the war."
Me "That's true. But we are winning the invasion or should i say reoccupation!"
Sincerely
EL 

My Identity. ( What do you mean I am a Chicano?! )

 Last semester i took a Chicano/a Studies Class at the college i attend. I heard a lot of good things about the prof. who teaches it. After i registered for the class my wife told me that i better not get all Mexican. i was like whatever. What exactly does that mean anyway? To get all Mexican. Did she think i was going to start raising chickens in the backyard? Start sporting some boots and a cowboy hat? Or maybe just throw up a big sticker or the Virgin Mary on the back of my truck? Yo no se.

 Needless to say i have not gotten all Mexican like she feared. But i did discover something about who i am. I discovered my Identity! You see i have struggled with my identity my whole life. ( And i am not talking on a sexual level either you morons) I was born in California, raised in the O.C. my entire life. My father came here from Mexico when he was 7 yrs old. My mom is 2nd generation born here from Mexico. My parents never taught me Spanish. The only time they spoke it was when then did not want us kids to hear what they were saying.
 So i grew up in a mostly white neighborhood. Most of my friends in H.S. were white. We were a pretty close group of friends always getting into some trouble of some kind. But i was always labeled the "Crazy Mexican" and that kind messed me up in the head. You see if i go down to Mexico, i am not considered Mexican. i am a pocho which is spoiled fruit. i did not mind it when my friends labeled me, but what hurt was when the adults and parents labeled me. As adults they should have known better, but whatever i guess i was that "Crazy Mexican" i constantly drank their alcohol and made out with their daughters. An even trade don't you think?
 EL CALIFORNIO: No i did not just misspell California ( remember people i am a Chicano so i will be using a few Spanish and some Spanglish here and there. Sometimes i will explain those words to you and sometimes i wont. If i dont give a definition, to the Spanish i dont want you to try to google or thumb trough your spanish/english dictionary from H.S., no instead get your ass up and go find a Mexican we are everywhere. We watch your kids, cut your grass, sell you grass, clean up after you, make your food, But watch out, we also marry your daughters, do your taxes, defend you in court, stitch you back together and prescribe you the good stuff. Yes the brown people are on the rise. Sorry A.D.D. moment there what i am trying to say is go ask a Mexican.) (Speaking of Ask a Mexican great book by Gustavo Arellano What up hommie hope you found my blog. no need to thank me for the plug but if you must send cash no checks please.)
Okie dokie El Californio is the prof. who taught the Chicano/a Studies Class. We shall refer to him as El Califa for short. CALIFORNIO is a Spanish word to describe a person that was born in California when California was still Mexico. No mensos and mensas he is not that old but he is like 4th or like 7th generation born here in California. i call him that out of much respect. When he passes if his children do not put EL CALIFORNIO on his tombstone, i will spray it on for him.
i noticed that El Califa really liked us the phrase "si se puede" which means "yes we can" which was President Obama's campaign slogan. So my first impression was "great another Mexican supporter of President Obama, man i do not want this class to be full of politics." Little did I know that "SI SE PUEDE" was the phrase used by Cesar Chavez during his struggle to unite the farm workers and fought for their rights.
You ask what is Chicano/a? Chicano/a is anyone born here in America with ancestry to Mexico. But it is more than that. Imagine a blank piece of white paper, now with a black marker write MEXICAN on it, now on top the exact same place where the letters you just wrote write AMERICAN, so that the two over lap. Chicano/a is being American, and being Mexican at the same time it is messing the two together so there is only one.
Here is another example, take lowrider cars and the culture they have created. Now google lowriders in Japan. You are going to be surprised to see them mimicking that exact culture craze there that we see here. Now why is that? Chicanos or Mexicans whatever, started and perfercted lowriders but they did here in America not in Mexico. So you see the craze of it in Japan the allure of it is Lowriders are American as apple pie and the Mexicans who picked those apples.
Sincerely
El 


 

Intro to my blog. (Relax People and Don't Take It Too Seriously)

 Alright first of all I am writing this blog anomalously, though some of you I may have invited to my blogspot, please keep my anonymity. My main reason for writing this blog is for your entertainment. WARNING! I will be exercising my right to free speech! I encourage all of you reading my blog to do the same with any responses you have to my post. I welcome all comments and remarks. However I am not writing my blog to be politically correct or even sensitive. You may see my sensitive side in some of my post, in which I hope to bring tears to your eyes. But mainly I wish and pray I will make you laugh so hard you will piss (my Wife hates it when I use that word) or rather tinkle in your panties. So be careful not to read my blog when you have diarrhea , cause you just might shit yourself. I wont pay for your dry cleaning, my Wife has me on a limited allowance. Yes us homemakers are way underpaid. ( My Wife and I have agreed to switch traditional roles, she is the bread winner and i am the the house husband and stay @ home dad.) I consider myself a trophy husband.(those of you who know my identity STOP LAUGHING!
 DISCLAIMER! Again to those of you who know my identity, i probably consider you friends and family and because you are in my life you may find me writing about you in my blog. i will never give away YOUR TRUE IDENTITY and write your real names. This blog is all about laughter. If you cant laugh at yourself, laugh at someone else! Oh if you dont want me writing about, dont to stupid Shit that i think others would find amusing.
UNO MAS DISCLAIMER! When I talk about Jesus i am not referring to Jesus (hay-zoos) that you would find down at Home Depot, rather the one that should be in all of our hearts.
Jesus and i are for sure hommies, and i try to follow his example daily, sometimes i may stumble but i get back up. Some of you might find the need to judge me for the content and occasional slip of foul or fowl language. Go ahead and judge me, but it will hold no merit to me. The only one i give the right to judge me, is my Wife. She married me and gave birth to our beautiful 2 children, and puts up with on a daily basis. God is the only one that has final judgment over me, and i am pretty sure he has a good sense of humor. Now for all the bible thumpers reading this i know the bible says let all that comes out of your mouth be of good nature to build one another up and not tare down.... the loop hole is it says nothing about what flows from your finger tips. So until there is a revision... LIGHTEN UP PEOPLE AND LAUGH!!!!
sincerely yours
EL