Good early... early morning.
No time to write, but of course I have things on my mind. haha
So instead of leaving you with my own thoughts this fine morning I'd rather leave you with some thoughts and poetic words of another. This woman is awesome.
La Bruja:




P.S. God be with you, and may he whisper (or yell.... you know you need it) into your ears.

Wherever you are. <3

Today is SUN-day.
It is so beautiful right now outside.
I just realized I think I want to borrow my boyfriend's video camera and have a video blog.
Like every Friday I can post it up....or maybe on Sunday afternoon.
I want to run and jump and fight and dance!
Let's see the best thing for the weekend....
I think it would of had to have been last night.
The bar we went to was sooo not good.
Haha but we made it good.
We heard some old free style and danced and I snuck in my bottle of Parrot Bay and I kept pouring it in my Spiced Rum and Coke drinks.
haha
Then I claimed to be Nick's sister (Stephanie) girlfriend and completely cock blocked her.
haha
SORRY STEPH.
Crowd was definitely wack. I felt like I was at the skating ring for damn sure.
hah.
But I enjoyed myself with Nick and Stephanie and got pretty tipsy towards the end of the night.
I threatened to fuck some guys up at the Valero with Jake's plastic baseball bat. (He's 7)
haha.
So that was pretty sweet....
Once we got home I ran to the bed and Nicky took care of me like usual. hehe
(NOT LIKE THAT SICKO!)
I mean he tucked me in to bed.
Yep. Yep.
I really want to go downtown right now. Please someone get me outta of the slums of the suburbs.
LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.

Madam @ Blogspot

The other day I was driving in the car with my baby.
The sun was going down and we had the music turned all the way up!!
(Something we don't usually do unless it's the weekend...)
And as we were bobbin' around and singing along to the song and rollin' round corners
I looked out at the leaves and the thin limbs of the trees blowing in and out of the breeze
and I noticed the beautiful orange red sky in the background peeking its head out for the last couple of minutes.
We pulled up into the driveway and Nick paused, with the endless trail of smoke curling from his mouth while he enjoyed the moment with me.
I grabbed my purple zebra print rag and thought about it for a moment and then threw it over his dipstick. haha
As soon as I did that it's liked something in me clicked.
You know when you get that moment of realization and it feels as though your whole body flies backwards and you're able to look at the situation from, literally, a bigger picture?
Well that's what happened.
I was like, "Ohmygod, this is how my ancestors felt probably... taking that rag, that piece of fabric and just laying it in that one spot.
And thinking...
BAM!
This is MY spot. THIS is me.
And nobody better ever try and claim it over me. Cuz it's mine."
hah.
Only, Nick is not an IT.
lol
But you know what I mean, that I would like to put in work.
That I would like to call him mine again.
To reclaim my spot, be proud of it and protect it.
I love feeling that sense of my inner warrior come out in me.
Even if it's just for a split second like that.
It makes me feel like I am a human being again. I am a humbled human being. A natural creature of the Earth.
And my ancestors are me and I am them.
...Even if it's just for a split second like that....

-Madam @ Blogspot

FUCKKKKK YES..... (pardon my pirate language) :D

“You have been given a direct order to rock the fuck out. Rock out like you were just given the last rock and roll record on earth and the minutes are counting down to flames. Rock out like you just won both showcase showdowns. Rock out like the streets are empty except for you, your bicycle and your headphones. Rock out like your lips, which are placed onto a breakdancing muse with legs that go all the way up. Rock out like Publisher’s Clearinghouse is ringing your front door. Rock out like you’ll never have to open a textbook again. Rock out like you get paid to disturb the peace. Rock out like music is all that you got. Rock out like you’re standing on a rooftop and the city’s as loud and glowing as a river flowing below you. Rock out like the plane is going down, there are 120 people on board, and 121 parachutes. Rock out like the streets and the books are all on fire and the only way it can be extinguished is by doin’ the electric slide. Rock out like it’s Saturday afternoon and Monday is a national holiday. Rock out like somebody’s got a barrel pointed at your temple saying “Rock out like your life depended on it, fool,” because it does. Rock out like your eyes are fading but you still got your ears. But you don’t know for how long so rock out like 5 o’clock time, make pop-and-lock time. Rock out like you got pants full of tokens and nothing to do but everything. Rock out like you are the international ski-ball champion of the entire universe. Rock out like you just escaped an evil orphanage to join a Russian circus. Rock out like your hero is fallen and you are spinning your limbs until they burst into a burning fire of remembrance. Rock out like you’re enslaved in the South and dancing is all that you have to know who you are. Rock out like your dead grandfather just came back to take a drive with you in your brand new car. Rock out like the table is full. Rock out like the neighbours are away. Rock out like the walls won’t fall but, but dammit, you’re going to die trying to make them. Rock out like the stereo’s volume knob is the figure 8 of infinity instead of merely numbers. Rock out like it’s raining outside and you’ve got a girl to run through it with. Rock out like you’re playing football! Football in the mud and your washing machine is not broken. Rock out like you threw your window open on your honeymoon because you want the whole world to know what love is. Rock out like you just got a book published. Rock out like you just went to your high school reunion to find out everyone, even the women, are all overweight and bald, except for the former homecoming queen, who you just found out, got divorced from her impotent husband and only has eyes for.. YOU! Rock out like you just got a date with Heidi Klum. Rock out like a shadow man passes behind you, drops you to your knees. You’re buckling in sweat, cold metal’s pushed to your forehead, the trigger’s pulled and the gun jams. Rock out like you got an empty appointment book, and a full tank of gas. Rock out like Jimi has returned carrying brand new guitar strings. Rock out like the mangos are in season. Rock out like the record player won’t skip. Rock out like this was the last weekend, like these were the last words, like you don’t ever want to forget how.”
— Anis Mojgani

I went to church on Sunday by myself.
I looked like a grandma. hah
I wore my glasses, almost no makeup my black slip under a long navy blue dress and a black sweater.
You member that movie with Will Smith and Eva Mendez where he meets her in a bar and she's in glasses reading a book and looking all tired....and he goes up to her and tells her she might as well be wearing a sign on her forehead that says fuck off? (I think its called Hitch??)
...Well yea, thats how I wanted to appear in church, especially since I was alone.
Well either way I went to pray and ask for guidance and strength to do the things in my heart that I know I need to do.
And put my prayers in a petition box.
I read an excerpt of a book after mass that they had in the chapel and it talked about forgiveness.
And how you have to forgive yourself for any mistakes or regrets you have made in life, that is the most important.
Then, you need to forgive those who have hurt you.
Whether it may be big trespasses or small.
Well I know I have some sorries to pass around and that I think I'm already dealing with that part pretty good. : )
But it's the forgiving others part....thats the hard part.
I aked God to help me to do that, especially one person in particular.
To forgive people and for me to remember that they are human and they make mistakes
and no human can ever be there for you and understand you all the time and there can never be that perfect love.
The only perfect love is that which God gives us.
So forgiving others in hurting me and realizing its not all about me and how I feel.
But that they are probably hurting too.
That they are maybe making the decisions they make because they are confused or unsure.
This is not about one person, but a few.
I guess I just need to remind myself that as long as people try and progress and be better
that they are good and especially when they are stuck they need the help of the people that love them.
And I guess reminding myself of that might make it a little easier to forgive.
As well as continusly praying.
Constantly.
As well as knowing that there are people and things worth fighting for and trying for.
And I know that I am strong and that I am a fighter.
Well needless to say mass was really good to me.
And the lady that gave me the wine looked at me and said."Ohmygod you are beautiful."
It really touched me. Shit almost made me cry.
Because when she said it, I felt as if she was looking into me not at me.
.....
Well I guess now I just need to work on those things as well as taking care of myself.
Yup. Yup. (No back steppin')
Today is a beautiful beautiful day. Enjoy the shit out of it! haha
El Fin.

-Madam @ Blogspot

I know I'm not getting any younger. I really do.
And I know I'm not old either. lol
I wish I could just "bomb"/paint everything in town with a nice flat black outline and a "ballet slipper" pink fill. That would be the sweetest thing ever.
Honestly.
Ohh Sigh....
I should of just done it when I had the idea, when I was like 17.
Damnit for being a pussy.
hah.

On the other hand, Apex is fucking tight. And fuck that eastide "community board" of whatever the fuck they called themselves for white walling the whole damn underpass where Apex came through during Clogged Caps a couple years back. They should have been worrying more about all the drugs and shootings in their own neighborhood instead of some paint on the walls that actually looked better than anything on that side of town. Idiots!! hah.

By the way, today is fucking FRIDAY! Hell yeah. Gots lots of shit to do. Should get started!


Have a badass day and fuck the weather! haha

-Madam @Blogspot.

I don't really have much to say today.
Besides my day to day.
Plus, I'm watching a good movie on LMN "The Ron Clark Story"
kinda like dangerous minds... but with 6th graders. lol
Great so far.
WATCH IT NOW!
It's so inspiring! And makes me want to just to better as a teacher and Molder of Minds
:D

And here's some inspiration I'd like to pass on to you for the night:
To have beautiful dreams tonight and even better ones tomorrow morning. :)



-Madam @ Blogspot

Jasmin(Hera)from the German graffiti duo, Herakut.


She came this past summer to Clogged Caps. It's refreshing to see a girl getting down... but not only that, she still looks good doing it. She doesn't have to be all bombered out in Baby Phat. lol She was a cool girl and not only did she take a flick with me she also signed my wallet. (Which was busted as fuck) haha

I'll be posting more pics from Clogged Caps here in SA soon. :)

Have a good day ma babies.

Today I need to concentrate on me.
I have work and today's lesson is English!! Yeah!
Then, right after work I have dance class again. Thank God for movin my body.
Some goals for this week are:
-Look for a gym to join
- get a haircut (find out where Briana is working now)
-hit up my dad for money. CHA CHING! ha (thats what he gets)
-go grocery shopping.
- Get paid!!
-Download Photoshop C4... or whatever the fuck it's called
-Get my finances in order
-Pay on the credit cards.
-CLEAN MY DAMN ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well guess I should get started. haha
Here's to today!
SALUTE!