My Jacked Up Life

…..Angela. I’m here because my friend Patrick seems to think I would make a good blogger. Guess we all know who we’re going to blame if I fall on my face, huh? I have all kinds of crazy stories and hopefully they’ll make you laugh, think or wonder.

 Here are a few things you should know about me.

I am a mid-thirties kind of gal. That’s all I’m gonna say about that.

 I am half Mexican but I don’t speak Spanish.

I am also half Polish and I don’t speak that either. Yes…I am half Mexican and half Polish. Still not sure if that makes me a Mexilish or a Polican. Hmmmm……..something to think about.

I am a widow. My husband died of Leukemia when we were both in our early thirties.

I am a mother. I have one son and two step sons. Every other weekend my house smells like a fart from Friday night to Monday morning, plus Tuesday and Thursday evenings. Can’t say that I’m proud of that but please remember that I am out numbered here 4-1. (Their father makes it four. More on him later.)

I am a Librarian but I don’t wear a bun or corrective shoes.

I am a fan of Cardinal baseball, Blues hockey and Cowboy football. C’mon!!!! the Rams are 1-8!!!!! THEY SUCK!!!!!

I am shacked up with my boyfriend, Gene. Hence, the two step sons. We’ll get married one of these days.  Never thought I could be happy with someone again but he proved me wrong. He’s a wonderful man and I can’t believe the shit he puts up with…..hee hee…

I am fiesty as hell. When my friends hear me say ‘AWWWW, HHHEEEELLLL NAHHHH’, they know I’m about to shoot my mouth off about something and I ain’t afraid to do it.

I am a girl who grew up in the ghetto. When I say ghetto, I mean I’ve had to call my boss to tell her that I couldn’t come to work because my car was taped off in a crime scene and the Sgt. won’t let me move it just yet. Be there as soon as I can, Boss.  

I am a person who speaks her mind and I’m honest about it. You may not always like what I have to say but it will be the truth as best as I know it.

I am a catholic and I don’t like those stupid priest jokes. If you think there’s something funny about little boy’s being ass raped then GET THE HELL OFF OF MY BLOG, YOU PERVERT!!!!! Otherwise I think religion is too personal to discuss so I don’t.

I am the rare kind of girl who likes sports and locker room humor but still looks like a girl. Word of warning….I ain’t afraid of the f-bomb or other words closely related to it. So, if profanity offends you, then you are in the wrong place my friend.

I am……finished with this post.  Welcome aboard. Hope you enjoy the ride, it’ll be a bumpy one.

Please note: I will only refer to my boy’s by their first inital. My son is A and my two step son’s are B and S.  No. I’m not making that up. Pure coincidence.