My Family In A Nutshell

I have been absent for some time, but there has been a lot of stuff going on around the household lately. I figured to continue on with this blog I should introduce you to the key people who have molded me into the person I am today, my family.
First, my mother. I call her "Madre". She is a hard-working, self-employed entrepreneur. She is, for the most part, a very admirable women with a lot of great qualities, like knowing how to make money. Growing up was strict in our house-hold since she could be home whenever she chose. I remember we could only watch 1-2 TV shows a day. We were allowed to come home from school, grab a snack, watch a show, then had to go straight to homework at the table before we could watch the second show or go outside with friends. It worked, I mean I had straight A's, excluding a B here or there which I paid for, all through grade school. After I went to college though, my mother went on the border of insane. I am sure every girl thinks their mother is crazy, at least every so often. I know my future kids will probably think the same thing as we age. I mean she went absolutely bonkers at times and my parent's had me believing they could crush my world in an instant if they chose.
 I went the first two years of college under the impression my parents were paying for everything. I mean they paid my rent, provided me spending money, paid for my groceries, etc. It wasn't until my Junior year of college when I busted my butt to be awarded a scholarship to go to summer school that I realized my parents weren't paying for a penny. I had been approved for a hefty sum of loans, scholarships and grants which they were pocketing via direct deposit and giving me a small portion of while they went on cruises and gambling trips. I had been waiting for the check, waiting for the check and finally went to the office to ask where the check was when they informed me it had been direct deposited. I felt so utterly stupid. When I called my parents to ask for the scholarship money to pay for summer school they flipped shit on me and said I "owed" them money and they were keeping it to pay themselves back for everything they had paid for growing up.  Um? Had they absolutely fucking forgot that I was STILL in college and trying to pay for my fucking education!? OH, not to mention I had busted my ass for that scholarship to go to summer school? No, I saw $1,000 of that scholarship and the rest they used to buy themselves a nice leather living room furniture set. I ended up having to get a job that semester on top of my 18 hours of science hours to even cover my rent that semester and never could afford summer school. After that day, they never gave me a penny more of that semester's college funds - $14,000 mind you. I changed all my passwords and have never seen my parents in the same light since. These were the two people I should've been able to trust and turn to, and instead they were using my college funds as extra income and making me feel like it was my duty to pay them back for giving birth to me and providing for me the last 18 years. THANKS MOM AND DAD!
Next is my Dad, I have always considered myself a Daddy's girl and seem to take after him quite a bit, which at times I resent. He is a great handy-man, great chef, and can be a great father when he chooses to be. When I was REEEEAAALLLYYY little, he was a shitty alcoholic father, he got better and then when I went off to college, reference above story, he became a pompous asshole. I think also hitting his 40's hasn't helped and he is going through some sort of mid-life crisis, but let's just say his personality has been real crappy lately. It is so bad, my mom's side of the family has currently "banned" him from family functions. He just keeps sticking his foot in his mouth and can not grasp the concept of apologizing. Every "deserved" to be treated rudely, therefore he does not owe an apology. 
Sometimes I really wonder if I am the insane one here and everyone else makes sense, but I look at the stuff my parent's do and wonder, "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Especially when I meet other families who seem to be relatively normal, then I really wonder what in the world is going on. Is there something in the pollution from my home-town?
On to the next family members. I have an older brother who is absent in my life. He is married to a stripping, Paris-Hilton, wanna-be who was adopted and her adopted parents spoil them rotten. He is a whiz with motorcycles and anything with a motor. 
I also had an older sister who died in a car accident when I was younger due to a guy who was drinking and driving. He clipped the back end of her car, she flew out since she wasn't wearing a seatbelt, crushed her bones in her body, and she died a few hours later from internal bleeding. I feel like that put it matter-of-factly, but that is what happened. I loved her more than words can express. She was funny, care-free, extremely fashionable, lovable and so many other words. I still remember her memorial and seeing the un-fathomable amount of people filling the room. She truly was a sociable butterfly. We got an order of Abercrombie and Fitch clothes in the mail a week after she passed and I wore those clothes, although she was a bit bigger than me, until they were rags. I still have a few in my closet and nearly bit my husband's head off the other week when I saw him trying to shove them in a Goodwill bag - he didn't know their meaning, just that I never wore them and never would again. I wish he would've known her. They are both fluent in spanish and would have enjoyed talking to each other. Heck, if she were still alive I would probably speak better spanish myself. HA!
Last, but not least, is my baby sister. She has a lot of quirks like my mom, which can drive me nuts. We didn't get along growing up, especially after Big Sis died. I had a crap ton of responsibility thrown on me after she died, taking care of my Baby Sis was one of them. She didn't like it, and neither did I. It wasn't until after I went off to college that I finally became the "cool" Big Sis and she wanted to hang out with me. It wasn't until she got in her first car accident that I finally cooled my attitude and started treating her like the Baby Sis she deserved. I remember sitting in the library studying at college and my Madre calling me. All she said was my name and I immediately responded, "Please tell me she is alive!?". All she said was my name and I knew it had happened all over again. Luckily, she just had a terrible concussion and broken bones, but survived. Since then, we have been extremely close like the sisters you see in movies that make you want to gag. HA!
So here I am.  These are the primary people in my life who have molded me.  Everything I have been through with them has made me tough, harsh, bitchy...a no-bullshit, no-sugarcoating, fashionable, hard-working, young lady who enjoys cartoons and laughing because this world has too much depressing shit in it already. 

Do You Have A Backbone?

Ya know what I wish??? I wish my husband had a fucking backbone to stand up for the things he believed in or felt we're right. But noooo he has to let everyone walk all over him, or walk on egg shells because he might hurt so-and-so's feelings! I wish he would tell his Dad how much his excessive drinking bothers him. How he would tell employees no when they keep borrowing money. How he should better discipline employees when they steal from us. How his friend should keep his mouth shut and not talk shit about his wife, aka me!

 I made a comment about how I thought it was inconsiderate of people to go to an event when they are sick or recovering from being sick because it spreads germs. Yes I said this because a family friend brought over her entire family hacking away who was recovering from the flu and guess what? Now we have the flu!!!! Oh but I am the bad person. 

It's common sense! If you are sick, stay home! Especially your entire family! You have no idea if you may be around someone who is highly susceptible such as elderly or babies, immune-compromised, pregnant or if they are going home to someone who is. You could seriously endanger someone's life! 

If he wanted someone mousy without opinions and who he could dictate to, he married the complete wrong girl!

So yes, now I am the big bad bitch. Oops.

{To Give Or Not To Give}

Christmas time is such a wonderful time of year, for most. It's full of annoying music, mouth-watering food, fattening desserts, surprising gifts, and lots of family and friends. I love this time of year!! I love this time of year because it feeds my shopping addiction, but I don't feel so bad spending all of my Hubby's hard earned money because I am buying for others. :-) One of the difficult tasks for me is buying people a fabulous gift that either:  A) They Love! B) They Love, but now feel like shit about what they got you C) They Love it, and now everyone else in the room wants to hide their gift. I mean it's really hard to buy for the people we love because we want to give them the best, but we don't want them to feel like they have to sell their left kidney to earn it. We have some fabulous gifts on our list: two ipad minis, kitchen aid mixers, William-Sonoma all Clad kitchenware set, $100 gift cards to various stores and restaurants {yes gift cards, my husband hates them, but I'd much rather receive a gift card to a store I love than a gift I hate}, Lucchese boots, Burberry jacket, Burberry Scar, Coach Wristlet, etc.   I do not just pick a random spectacular gift and buy it for them, I pay close attention the entire year to what they say they want or wish they had. Then I compose a list on my phone to refer to later around Christmas or birthdays. But how do you go about distributing great gifts and expecting the recipient to understand that you do not expect equal costing gifts?? It was really vexatious to me when my sweet Grandpa {who is rather wealthy himself} text me saying he was Christmas shopping for my husband and I, but couldn't pick something because "what do you get the couple that has everything?".  I shudder at the thought of family members dreading shopping for us. Hell, a hand painted photo or a framed picture would mean the world to me! This may sound pathetic, but we have literally resorted to buying mediocre gifts to appease everyone's conscious, then dropping random gifts off at families houses wrapped in our "Specialty" paper from "Santa". Ha! I don't care if they thank us for the gifts, I just want them to have something awesome they may not have bought themselves, adults included! Especially adults.  Does this make me sound {crazy}? LOL