So on monday during all of our festivities it fueled many things to blog about. Not only did we gather for food, drink and family but we also indulged in fuckery. now my for my gutter thinkers I am not talking about sex. I am speaking of laughter and bullshit. As the evening wound down we watched the Marissa Rodriguez videos on youtube. For all you who have never seen it you should search DASIT. Pretty Funny shit.
As we watched the videos and laughed I started to wonder, what are some of the coined phrases us hispanics say? so came up with a List.
1.Dasit! it can used to start a sentence, empasize what you are trying to say or ed a sentence.
In a sentence: I went to the stoah and bought some pecsi and dasit!
2. wepa! This is versitile like the word fuck! it can be used alone or in a sentence. we say this when we are excited or are being sarcastic. This word has no real meaning that can be translated but its known throughout hispanic cultures.
In a sentence: WEPA!
3. pa eso bebe! this translates to "for that reason you drink"
This is most often used in a sarcasitc tone.
In a sentence: mira, he spilled the beer all over the floor. DASIT for him chacho pa eso bebe!
These are just a few examples. I would love for my readers to share some of their commonly used funny terms.
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Thursday, May 31, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
HIT.... Hoes In Training
Hello my Poppee's, it has been a long time coming. I am back to blogging and i am going to get back into the swing of things. This past Memorial day weekend I spent it with family, which is where I get a lot of my material from. They are all but boring, trust me.
So we were sitting there in my cousins living room all full of food and some were liquored up. Suddenly my son started jumping all over the place and my cousin almost had a heart attack. After we calmed down my over sugared 3 year old (thanks to the little girls who were sneaking him ice pops), my cousin started telling a story about some little girl that proceeded to ouch him on the plane.
So at first it seemed like a story of a kid that was just a pain in the ass but then the more I listened my brain started to take a journey down the abyss. He said the girl kept touching his arm and leg and he kept telling the child's mother that she was touching him and it was making him uncomfortable. He said he was getting upset because the fat lady with no morals ignored his plea for help and went to sleep.
I am glad the my cousin kept making a fuss to the lady so she could move her rotten ass child but a thought popped into my head. Maybe just maybe this little girl was a HIT, a Hoe In Training. Let's look at the facts. Her mother let her sit next to a strange man and allowed her to put her hands on this guy without telling her to keep her hands to herself then the lady decides to fall asleep even though the guy keeps telling her that he feels uncomfortable. This is a prime example of a HIT.
There are many examples of HIT's. I see these parents letting these kids roam around in these little ass outfits even though they know for damn sure that they are inappropriate for the child to wear. There are things that I see little girls wearing that remind me of outfits found in the boom boom room. I mean why? What ever happened to raising respectable young ladies? Oh I guess that went out the window when the rent became due. Today's HIT is tomorrows Kim Kardashian's and Amber Rose or their wanna Be's.
Good women are hard to find because most now a days are HIT's. They don't cook, they don't clean, they don't go grocery shopping, they don't read real books. These are the girls go through life looking for men to take care of them. These are the women that want to drive the 200k cars without paying the bill. The same women that smile in your face on Sunday saying praise God thank ya JeeZus. These are the same females that grow up to use a good man for all he has and then leaves.
And no I am not mad at the hussle of these HIT's. I dont want anyone to think I am hating or mad at their come up. I just want to know, Is it OK to raise a HIT? Or hell are you a HIT and just realized it? Were you raised to be a HIT? Please share some stories if you got some... This shit is vigorous.
So we were sitting there in my cousins living room all full of food and some were liquored up. Suddenly my son started jumping all over the place and my cousin almost had a heart attack. After we calmed down my over sugared 3 year old (thanks to the little girls who were sneaking him ice pops), my cousin started telling a story about some little girl that proceeded to ouch him on the plane.
So at first it seemed like a story of a kid that was just a pain in the ass but then the more I listened my brain started to take a journey down the abyss. He said the girl kept touching his arm and leg and he kept telling the child's mother that she was touching him and it was making him uncomfortable. He said he was getting upset because the fat lady with no morals ignored his plea for help and went to sleep.
I am glad the my cousin kept making a fuss to the lady so she could move her rotten ass child but a thought popped into my head. Maybe just maybe this little girl was a HIT, a Hoe In Training. Let's look at the facts. Her mother let her sit next to a strange man and allowed her to put her hands on this guy without telling her to keep her hands to herself then the lady decides to fall asleep even though the guy keeps telling her that he feels uncomfortable. This is a prime example of a HIT.
There are many examples of HIT's. I see these parents letting these kids roam around in these little ass outfits even though they know for damn sure that they are inappropriate for the child to wear. There are things that I see little girls wearing that remind me of outfits found in the boom boom room. I mean why? What ever happened to raising respectable young ladies? Oh I guess that went out the window when the rent became due. Today's HIT is tomorrows Kim Kardashian's and Amber Rose or their wanna Be's.
Good women are hard to find because most now a days are HIT's. They don't cook, they don't clean, they don't go grocery shopping, they don't read real books. These are the girls go through life looking for men to take care of them. These are the women that want to drive the 200k cars without paying the bill. The same women that smile in your face on Sunday saying praise God thank ya JeeZus. These are the same females that grow up to use a good man for all he has and then leaves.
And no I am not mad at the hussle of these HIT's. I dont want anyone to think I am hating or mad at their come up. I just want to know, Is it OK to raise a HIT? Or hell are you a HIT and just realized it? Were you raised to be a HIT? Please share some stories if you got some... This shit is vigorous.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Sick people get away
Let me start by saying I have missed my readers and blogging. I have been so busy over the past few months I didn't have time to blink. Now I have free time so I will try to blog as often as I can.
Today I want to talk about the sickly people who want to touch all of your shit. I have no problem caring for one of my sick kids, a family member or a significant other but I don't want random sick people near me or touching my stuff. Anyone who knows me knows that I am borderline hypochondriac. If something seems off or not right I begin to Google stuff and web MD it. My doctor looks at me funny when i go to the doctors office because i am sure she is thinking "Bitch stop wasting my time, you aint sick."
Anyway this guy at work today kept telling everyone he was sick. You could hear it in his voice. I threw a green tea package at him and told him to get some lemon from the cafeteria. Did he do it? No. Then as the day progresses I feel like my throat is scratchy. So I asked him if he had sat in my chair while I was off work. He said yes. I wanted to smack this sumumabitch. He could have warned me.
So I did what anyone else would do. I stole a packet of Emergen C from one of my colleagues. I ate that shit like it was fun dip. Anyone who has ever taken emergen C knows that you should mix it with water. But that shit tastes nasty like that. So I swallowed it like candy. Word to the wise. That was not the best ideas I had ever had. It made me feel woozy as hell. I felt like I was high or something.
For the rest of the day I told everyone that sicky touchy was contaminated and to stay away. I know it was mean of me. But he shouldn't have touched my shit with his infected fingers. I am thinking it is time for me to bring my Lysol to work and spray every time I hear a cough, sneeze or fart.
Today I want to talk about the sickly people who want to touch all of your shit. I have no problem caring for one of my sick kids, a family member or a significant other but I don't want random sick people near me or touching my stuff. Anyone who knows me knows that I am borderline hypochondriac. If something seems off or not right I begin to Google stuff and web MD it. My doctor looks at me funny when i go to the doctors office because i am sure she is thinking "Bitch stop wasting my time, you aint sick."
Anyway this guy at work today kept telling everyone he was sick. You could hear it in his voice. I threw a green tea package at him and told him to get some lemon from the cafeteria. Did he do it? No. Then as the day progresses I feel like my throat is scratchy. So I asked him if he had sat in my chair while I was off work. He said yes. I wanted to smack this sumumabitch. He could have warned me.
So I did what anyone else would do. I stole a packet of Emergen C from one of my colleagues. I ate that shit like it was fun dip. Anyone who has ever taken emergen C knows that you should mix it with water. But that shit tastes nasty like that. So I swallowed it like candy. Word to the wise. That was not the best ideas I had ever had. It made me feel woozy as hell. I felt like I was high or something.
For the rest of the day I told everyone that sicky touchy was contaminated and to stay away. I know it was mean of me. But he shouldn't have touched my shit with his infected fingers. I am thinking it is time for me to bring my Lysol to work and spray every time I hear a cough, sneeze or fart.
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