Change is good!

Over the past few weeks i've encountered a few life changes. I made the Thunderbirds Dance Team, got dumped by my live in boyfriend, moved and received a promotion. How is one to take all of these life experienes?

ok ok i know it's been a while and i apologize for the lack of entertainment for those of you that read all the trials and tribulations of my lil life. I just recently encountered the weirdest situation ever....ok so i wasn't exactly abducted by aliens or anything but there is an investigator that contacted my mother, who I havenÂ’t lived w/ for the last 6 years and claims that I am being charged w/ personal fraud maybe to get information from her. Not to sure. The investigator claims that if I pay close to $2000 the charges will be dropped and if not anaffidavitt will be sent to the Bernalillo County Sheriffs Office (BCSO) and the military police will be notified since I work on a military installation and have me arrested....what's your view on the entire situation????

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

My roommates’ son turned the big 5 on Sunday March 5 and we celebrated the traditional way for some. A planned party w/ reservations and invitations the works. No piñata, no backyard grillin, no drunk familia and no jumpy thing in a random park in Valley Gardens. The fun and festivities started @ 0900 when Lese let Nik open one the F-150 Power Wheels she purchased for him as she spent the remainder of the morning putting the damn thing together while I b!tched and complained on the couch about a recent fight w/ a “friend”. Soon after we managed to get ourselves to Chucky-E-Cheese where some dude in a rat looking sweat suit scared the kiddies and where sparks flew between my mother and Lese’s father. (Sorry to report Lese will not be my step-sister.)

Speaking of my mother her birthday was Friday April 7 and maybe that’s why my roomie, “boy friend”, his cousin and a few of his co-workers and I all went out for a FEW drinks and a little electric-sliding. Notice few is bolded I’ll get back to that subject in a sec...You might ask yourself you guys took your mom out for a night on the town? Absolutely NOT! Although she could have joined us with various age ranges that usually attend but she kept it low key and we did the dinner thing earlier in the week. We made it to Graham Cracker Station paid our cover and noticed that instead of the usual beer tubs scattered around there were small fast food stands. Ok I’m joking but they should really think about bringing in the hot-dog dude or the socks and sandals burrito guy from downtown. They would make a killing! I’m not trying to be rude or inconsiderate but I now know where all the smalls I have been looking for are. Anyway I’m surrounded by girls and all quite larger in body size and I’m thinking to myself are we at a big girls need luvin convention? This isn’t the usual thing to expect at Graham. If your familiar with the setting then you know exactly what I’m talking about if not let me paint you a picture. 4 clubs broken down into one; Bootin & a’ Scootin area, hippy to the hoppy, polyester pants era and lets sing if your wasted. I dont' usually drink or consume large amounts of liquor and I’m definitely not a beer drinker so hard liquor was my friend for most of the night. Starting off with 2 Red Headed Sluts (my fav) 2 liquid marijuana’s, 1 shot of Bacardi Limon, about a handful of Parrot Bay shots and last but not least, Yagger. All alcoholic beverages of which I will probably not be drinking for some time..I guess it’s pretty bad when your attempting to take a shower and are sitting in the tub trying to wash the essential parts as water escapes through the curtain because your using it to try to maintain balance. How much balance do you need sitting down?

It's that time of the year again.

Please raise your big toes and repeat after me:
I pledge to follow The Rules when I wear sandals and other open-toe shoes (even if I have hobbit feet) promise to always wear sandals that fit. My toes will not hang over and touch the ground, nor will my heels spill over the backs. And the sides and tops of my feet will not pudge out between the straps. I will go polish-free or vow to keep the polish fresh, intact and chip-free. I will not cheat and just touch up my big toe. I will sand down any mounds of skin before they turn hard and yellow. I will shave the hairs off my big toe. I won't wear pantyhose even if my misinformed girlfriend, coworker, mother, sister tells me the toe seam really will stay under my toes if I tuck it there. If a strap breaks, I won't duct-tape, pin, glue or tuck it back in to place hoping it will stay put. I will get my shoe fixed or toss it. No matter how much it hurts. I will not live in corn denial; rather I will lean on my good friend Dr. Scholl's if my feet need him. I will resist the urge to buy jelly shoes at Payless for the low, low price of $4.99 even if my feet are small enough to fit into the kids' sizes.
This is out of concern for my safety, and the safety of others. No one can walk properly when standing in a pool of sweat, and I would hate to take someone down with me as I fall and break my ankle. I will take my toe ring off toward the end of the day if my toes swell and begin to look like Vienna sausages. I will be brutally honest with my girlfriend/sister/coworker when she asks me if her feet are too ugly to wear sandals. Someone has to tell her that her toes look like they've been dragged behind her car on the way to work and no sandal in the world is going to make her feet look good. I will promise if I wear flip flops, that I will ensure they actually flip and flop, making the correct noise while walking and I will swear NOT to slide or drag my feet while wearing them. I will promise to go to my local beauty school at least once per season and have a real pedicure (they are about $15 and worth EVERY penny). I say spend another $15.00 and get a even better one. And finally... I will promise to throw away any white/off-white sandals that show signs of wear...nothing is tackier than dirty white sandals. For all our sakes, please don't keep this to yourself - pass it on to other Sisters. May God Bless your Soles as well as your Soul!

Yet Another Learning Experience

Ever wonder why some can put their heart and soul into someone they love and or admire and get no where. Some might say i was desperate for security? A rather normal desire to want to be treated like a "Princess" respecting my views and loving me unconditionally. It doesn't matter what age you are, relationships are difficult and can suck...believe me, but to pursue them for the wrong reasons, in the end does more damage then good. Let's face it, when relationships take a turn in the wrong direction or are ended its painful....very painful! Especially if your overly emotional and are a crybaby like me! However feeling blue and terrible is part of the "Healing Process". Living at the gym and taking a million dance classes does help, however when my head hits the pillow at the end of the day, and everything comes to a silent halt I'm left in the dark with my thoughts and feelings. I cry myself to sleep but have some strength to know tomorrow is another day and with it comes the hope of a new beginning, a new day, and new opportunities & possibilities! I'm not sure what can be said to ease the pain except that what was once shared, I can embrace it, knowing that I was able to have that experience, realizing it was only for a season. With all seasons they come to an end and there is another beginning. As I move forward and work through it I try to remain hopeful on what life presents. Because of all I've been through, and the pain I feel, I AM A BETTER PERSON BECAUSE OF IT...
This past experience and pain is preparing me for something or SOMEONE BETTER. I need to be at a place in my life where the focus is on me...developing more of who I am, so when "MR. RIGHT" does come around, I will be ready. Life is an experience, waiting to unfold and will enable me to be that strong, vibrant, exceptional, hopeful and optimistic woman that "HE" will find attractive...and can't resist. I have to think positive and if I didn't go through all I've been through, I wouldn't be who I am today. It is part of the process of maturing and defining who I am and what I want and don't want in my life. The pains in life make you stronger, smarter, and all around a better human being in the end. AGAIN, I'll try to pick up the pieces while maintaining to keep my chin up. I'll continue to pray for Gods grace, joy, and forgiveness while hope remains deep in my heart.

"STALKER"

In light of a blog my roomie posted I also wanted to drop a few lines on this particular subject. It all started with a bachelorette party for Leannette a few years back, Chandra, Ericka and I were a few in attendance or shall i say the only ones i remember being present because we drove together....anyway the night started off with a few drinks and appetizers at a local Applebee's and then off to some random house in the damn south valley for the entertainment of a stripper. Okay this isn't something my friends and i are usually into but what the heck it's for "Netty". The dude is like an hour late so by the time of his arrival we are all a little under the influence. Can't really give specific's, the night is somewhat of a blurr but what i can remember is that when blonde removed his good will get-up he revealed a dolla-dolla bill thong and the worst tan in a bottle ass i've ever seen!!! Dude made zero dollars from me; all i could do was laugh but boy did I get some unwanted attention. I was like hey dude I’m not the one getting married here. I can’t recall how the guy got my phone number but there is definitely a tie for first with the Destiny’s Child song Bug-a-boo dedicated to him and my ESI Rebound Skank.(Rebound will have to be a future Blog) He said we had a connection and he felt a vibe with me…..lol! I think NOT! To make a long story short I had to stop going to Defined Fitness and change my number. To make matters worse I was told he still calls my old number hoping that one day I will answer. Can anyone say FREAK? Recently I attended another bachelorette party and guess who showed up in his famous dolla-dolla-bill shonies. I had to evacuate the premises immediately!!!!! I’ve even seen the dude downtown where I do this crazy duck and hide routine on the dance floor. Luckily he hasn’t spotted me yet. Who knows he might be reading this and just thinks I dance funny.

Now I don’t want to leave out Sweete. I’ve attached this lovely pic of him outside my residence. Here’s the story on my new stalker. I guess I can say we work together or at least remotely close to each other; we work on the same side of base. Well the guy claims he knows where I live and what type of cereal I purchase. Kinda creepy! I’ll keep you posted on good ol Sweete.

Moving Day

Just to keep you all updated, my roommate and i decided to move to the damn boonies (Rio Rancho) and yes i've heard it all from how stupid iam for making the move to "boy that's a far drive to KAFB." Well to be perfectly honest i don't really care. The house is new and hella-nice and who knows i might invest in 10 speed to avoid the rising gas prices. In light of moving and packing and having friends and family attempt to help there is added stress. The day I was supposed to be out of my old residence I think i could have choked everyone i came in contact with starting with my loving father. Plans were finalized days before, I would leave work early to get my sh*t out of course with my fathers help. Well let's just say sh*t happens and that's not exactly how things ended up. I received an e-mail from my biological father stating that he would not be able to help until later in the evening because my niece's (not blood related) had to be taken to the doctor. My blood is boiling after reading this. (For those of you that are unclear of my family situation here is a brief summary....my parents are divorced and my dad was re-married immediately after, the relationship i have with my step-mother isn't the greatest to say the least. I have a step-sister, ten years older married with two children and a step-brother, six years older married with 3 rugrats....anyway my step-family has always come first.) With that being said when my daddy tells me that he can't help me because of an appointment with my forced family i'm upset. I mean the damn kids are going to urgent care and their lives aren't in any great danger. One has a cough and the other an earache. They have OTC's that work just fine.....I'm an ONLY CHILD! Sorry for sounding selfish or rude but this has happened my entire life. When do i fit in? When will i come first? And what i forgot to mention was my wicked step-mother was going to be there. What was my fathers purpose for going? Better late than never right??? Thanks pops!

Now I don't want to leave out my mother.....she's lets just say not all there all the time. I love her to pieces but boy have we had it out many-a-times. I think she has good intensions but doesn't exactly know how or what to do with them. Nothing she did is really choke worthy at this time but give her a few days, i'll have my hobbit fingers around her neck for some reason or another. (Stop laughing Lese)

Now remember i'm at work half day cuz my co-worker/buddy Mandi is at some crazo convention or so she says, she's probably out w/ lil JB somewhere romantic.....of course we both can't have the day off without the AFRL/DE Front Office falling apart....anyway my landlord starts the phone calls early and is pressing us to be out as early as possible because her sisters are moving in and some dudes are coming to clean the bedroom carpets and they are yanking out the carpet and they are laying tile in the living room and so on and so forth. Lese and i are actually doing them a favor we paid for the entire month of January last time i checked. It's just nice to know they are willing to fix everything now that we have been complaining about all year. The washer leaked along with fridge that would freeze our veggies and the ice maker in the freezer didn't produce ice, the garage door was a piece of crap that would open and close when it felt like it. My room was a damn sauna and Niko's room was a damn ice box. Lese's closet doors were in the garage and was supposed to be fixed the week we moved in and well i'm shocked we managed to live in that box for so long i never really thought of all the crap that was wrong until just now.

Now on to my next choke victim, my "ladies man" whom i now owe my life to for his help and recruiting his cousin that was a former Boy Scout and definately came in handy when it was time to tie down the leaning tower of furniture.....anyway at about noon i was about to throw my now recently dropped and semi-broken magenta razor cell phone w/ out insurance out the fu(ken window. I received about um let me think....picture Dr. Evil with his pinky finger glued to his mouth as he voiced one million dollars in that creepy voice we all know. Well instead of dollars turn it into text messages. That's about how many damn messages i received from my "certain someone" to hurry the f-up with my first load of crap. Maybe i don't have the best concept of time but i don't think he fully understood that I shoved almost everything i owned into my vehicle that is as Lese refers to as 200X bigger than me. Well since i jam packed the damn thing i now had to unload it all my by my lil self. And maybe i wouldn't have taken so long and been so winded if i would have had some type of nourishment in my body other than the previous day's lunch/dinner from the vending machine; 2 bags of Doritos a Snickers a stolen cherry pop tart from Capt Brendizle (Mandi is that how you spell it?) and a bottle of non-fluoride bottle water. I think i need to learn to use my watch to tell time instead of as a fashion accessory and get some food in my stomach so i'm not cranky have no plans of going postal.

Now Lese I know you didn't think i was gonna leave you out did you? Of course not! I love ya! Thanks for putting up with all my complaints and minor concerns leading up to the move. We only have eachother, since i don't see anyone making the roadtrip to visit us. We might have to think about purchasing gas cards for family and friends.

Oh yea sorry SweetE, our landscaping isn't exactly finished so you'll have to wait to sit in the Yucca tree when they complete our neighbors casa. Hey it's better than the Cactus i requested........

Better Late Than Never!

Well the New Year kicked off, and not exactly what I had in mind. It started with a drive to Santa Fe as mentioned in Lese’s blog in search of the perfect outfit to bring in the New Year because we didn’t end up going to AZ to shop and well it was pretty last minute. I probably would have worn an old damn RGHS Castenette uniform w/ Club Hell shorts if Lese would have let me (Chan and Songe can appreciate the sequent covered thing they made us wear and well many thanks from spectators at Club Hell) but noooo she was in the mood to dress up! Um hello where not in Phoenix anymore Todo…..what the heck it was fun, it felt like we were getting ready for prom which I will be attending w/ my roomies little brother. Is he a Senior yet? Anyway we made our way to Maloney’s to meet up w/ friends and acquaintances and after the stoke of midnight and my shower of champagne we stumbled down the street to OPM where I had a lovely quarrel with that “certain someone” whom under the influence isn’t the friendliest. Now a very emotional Raych and her hardly sober roommate get stuck in the elevator on our way to a gathering of ganstas. We stayed long enough for the both of us to break the seal and it was down the stairs in what my mother would call pumps. Our night doesn’t end there, we find ourselves at my Shrinks house A.K.A. Nicks apt where I damn near cried myself to sleep while Lese and Nick locked themselves in the restroom.

Boy can I bring in the New Year, I picked up a sinus infection I’m thinking due to the “Summer, summer, summer time outfit and which led its way to an upper respiratory infections and then damn strep. Thank God for sick leave and let’s just say I now have chosen to take out stock in Walgreens. I love OTC’s! I know now the secret to losing weight…..it’s called the cough drop diet. I’ll appear on an info-mercial later on in the month Only seen on TV…for a low, low price of $19.95….you catch my drift.

Rachel for President

My campain manager Mandi and I pose for a quick pic right before the election.

Just My Luck

I never drink coffee other than Starbucks....i know that sounds bad but heck who wants to add all the fixings yourself well today I thought I would live a little. I poured the black liquid into a cute pink coffee mug I have in my desk from Vegas and couldn't imagine anyone drinking it black like the others in my office (the stuff looks like tar) anyway I used about 45 packets of sugar and just a little less for the cream stuff. The entire process took way too long and I couldn't imagine that it was gonna taste anything like my usual Tall Caramel Macchiato, but I gave it a try and burned my damn tongue. Go figure.

Not Everyone Has a Green-Thumb

Ok so I have bad luck in the relationship department, keeping animals from running away and staying employed. So I’m exaggerating about the employment part I thought for sure I would be terminated after what I just recently failed to do. Take a good luck at my bosses plant. I was given specific detailed instructions as he was TDY to look after his plants watering; 2 on table, 3 on bookshelf, 2 behind desk (not cactus) 4 Poinsettas in display by door. Well this picture is an example of what his precious Poinsettas now look like. I selected the one with the most color for it's moment of fame. And I wonder why my roomie won't allow me to watch her son. Lese if your reading this I swear I fed him!

30-Something

My roomie and I were just recently chatting on this particular subject...and I thought what the heck it blog-able....Today I turn the BIG 24 and as I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why; A woman over 30 doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it....especially if it's football. She does something she wants to do and, it's usually something more interesting....like shopping or getting her nails done! A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the mall or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to choke you, if they think they can get away with it....watching CSI they just might. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk or if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her. Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. For every stunning, smart, hot woman of 30+, there is back to the future, Napoleon Dynamite, Funnel Pants making a fool of himself with some 19 year old beauty queen. I apologize for all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free". Here's an update for you: Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage, why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig, just to get a little sausage.

Pearl Harbor Sanchez

24 Years ago my parents believed that having a child would be the right way to go. I guess the idea of a future separation never came to mind. I ruined Monday night football as my mother went into labor on 7 December a day that will live in infamy. http://www.ibiblio.org/pha/Day_of_infamy_Speech.mp3 This day, in 1941, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor and killed about 2,500 of our military. The similarities of this attack and 9-11 have been made by many, to include charges of bad security, bad intelligence, conspiracy, et al. Some people now feel we shouldn't be in a war against terrorism and I stand by their right to feel this way.... On a lighter note, my father is a History Major and we can’t forget that my 8th grade history teacher was my uncle and the man that baptized and confirmed me. I would probably be looked down upon if I couldn’t correctly follow along to Jeopardy. I’m already the black sheep of the family with the lack of interest in Soccer. But that is a whole different blog subject. Had I actually been delivered on the 7th my name would have been Pearl Harbor Sanchez.....or at least this is what my father tells me. Talk about hating life w/ that name!!!! So I don't exactly know how Rachel came to play???

How to Avoid the Flu:

Eat right!
Make sure you get your daily dose of fruits and veggies.
Take your vitamins and bump up your vitamin C.
Get plenty of exercise because exercise helps build your immune system.
Walk for at least an hour a day, go for a swim, take the stairs instead of the elevator, etc.
Wash your hands often. If you can't wash them, keep a bottle of antibacterial stuff around.
Get lots of fresh air. Open doors & windows whenever possible.
Try to eliminate as much stress from your life as you can.
Get plenty of rest. OR
Take the doctor's approach.
Think about it...When you go for a shot, what do they do first?
They clean your arm with alcohol...
Why?
Because Alcohol KILLS GERMS.
So......
I walk to the liquor store. (exercise)
I put lime in my Corona...(fruit)
Celery in my Bloody Mary (veggies)
Drink outdoors on the bar patio..(fresh air) Tell jokes, laugh....(eliminate stress) Then pass out. (rest)
The way I see it...If you keep your alcohol levels up, flu germs can't get you!

Bah Humbug!

As if the grinch of Christmas recruited me, I am just not in the Christmas Spirit. I walk into work this morning late of course (I love living on the Westside) to find that someone with way too much time on their hands has decorated the Entire Front office, my office included. There are a variety of blinking lights, icicle lights and those lovely 70's bulbs (my biggest pet peeve) garland in an assortment of colors luckily they stuck with red for my office. Anyway not to mention all the distractions with the lights there are nic-naks EVERYWHERE and to make matters worse a damn full size Christmas tree decorations and all is obstructing my viewing pleasure of Mandi's desk, how am I supposed to shoot rubber bands at her now? Oh boy does it get better....if you even come near my inbox a censored Santa clause in this creepy batteries running low voice screams "HO HO HO! I know he's not taking about me....i'm about to scream! My eyes are red and barely open good thing they match the garland and I can type w/ my eyes shut but now one of those pine tree cardboard air fresheners you display nicely in your vehicle or a fancy glade plug-ins is killing me. Figures I'd be allergic to it!

Happy Halloween!

So this coming weekend shoud be exciting....no plans as of yet but hell i have a costume.....my roomie and I will paint the town as usual (at least this time we have an excuse to wear our hoochie mamma gear)

Lemons

When life gives you lemons, squirt juice in your enemy's eyes