Archive for September, 2012

This is me screaming into the cyber void. Today is my niece’s 12th birthday. My husband and I have to be at the party in about 3 hours and I have a huge crack on my windshield!

It’s illegal to drive with a cracked windshield in California. I can’t make the 45 minute drive to the party. Now I have to rely on my mother (who is consistently late for everything) for a ride to the party.

I just spoke to her and she said she’ll pick us up in 2 hours. God, I hope she’s on time! Why does this shit happen to me ? I’m a good person … most of the time!

**************UPDATE : MOM ARRIVED ON TIME AND FUN WAS HAD BY ALL. **************************


I may or may not get criticized for this post. Bottom line is, I don’t care. Everyone hears about Islamic suicide bombers, terrorists and the Taliban. They sadly exist. I get that.

My Muslim friends also exist. I have been blessed by their friendship, warmth and hospitality. My friend Sahar, is a good-hearted soul. She works at an interfaith retreat.

My friend Therese’s warmth and smile fill my heart every time I see her.  My friend Lena is a beacon of love, tenderness and compassion. Tears of joy roll down my face when I think of them.

I am a Christian and I love my Muslim sisters. Whatever happens in the rest of the world, I will continue to love those that are worthy of my love and friendship.

I will continue to see all faiths and non-religious people as members of the human race. I will assume the best not the worse in people. I believe there is more good than bad out there.

I am more than willing to receive the good with my arms wide open. Kindness, respect and genuine interest in different cultures is appreciated. Give it shot. What have you got to lose?


All My Names

Posted: September 27, 2012 in Children, Life, Love, women
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I was thinking about all the names I have gone by throughout my life. First off, they’ve been variations of Monica and some nicknames that I can’t believe I’m disclosing.

The oldest variation is Moni. To this day, my mother, sister, brother, niece and nephew (in California) call me Moni. My mother-in-law, father-in-law, sister-in-law and brother-in-law and nephews (East coast) call me Monica.

My husband only calls me Monica when he needs to call my attention to something, otherwise he’ll call me Baby or Honey.  Now from the ages of 15 to 28ish, the list gets crazy.

All 4 years of high school I was called Pookie or Pookie Bear by a few pals! I have no idea how that got started, but after I graduated anyone that called me that got punched in the gut.

I was called Moniker by my first collection agency boss.  I worked for him for 8 years. Yes, I was a bill collector, but a very nice one. I never sued anyone, yelled or threatened.

When I was a little girl in East Los Angeles, the gangsters called me Little Moni.  My Mexican grandfather called me Moniquita or Moni. I sure do miss hearing him say it.

I’ve decided to make a list of things that I’m grateful for. I’m doing it because it’s been a while and I need to center myself.

Love – the ability to give and receive it without reservations

Time – to do a little or a lot or nothing at all

Word Press – this site has changed me for the better, enabled me to voice my crazy, serious and funny thoughts. It has also blessed me like-minded bloggers.

My Family – Hugs, kisses and laughs from my mother and sister restore me completely!

Quiet times – I realize not everyone gets them. I’m so glad I do.

DVR – It enables my husband and I bond, comment and kiss on the sofa.

My car – It’s paid off, runs and has A/C. I was observing people at the bus stop and remembered I had to do that for a long time.

My drugs – Lithium, Seroquel, Lamectal, Zoloft – Not everyone gets what they need.

My home – Houses me and my husband, has A/C, is homey, cozy and spacious. Far too many don’t have a home.

My iPod – I love my movies and music!

My country – I have rights here that are wonderful. My country allows me to be who I am.

Our Armed Services – they insure the rights that I enjoy. I am truly grateful for their service and sacrifice.



Okay, the childless, California, liberal Latina is sticking her nose into something that is none of her business and judging (big time). My only defense is they got paid to be judged by America.

I watched (for the first time) Here Comes Honey Boo Boo! on TLC. No, I actually watch a human train wreck. If a woman is 32 years old, mother to 4 daughters (3 of which are teens) and is a grandmother, isn’t it a bad thing?

In my book, it is a social travesty. Nevermind the fact they go to the local convenience store every day to buy junk food. Then mother-of-the-year (not!) feeds her lovely family spaghetti, butter and ketchup for dinner!

If I had a dime for every time someone in that family did something disgusting, I could buy TLC! Burping, farting, eating snot and urinating on sofas is apparently the norm.

Six year-old Honey Boo Boo’s homestyle education is quite interesting as well. Booty popping is an acceptable dance, the vagina is called a ‘biscuit’ and birthin’ is gross.

This family lives in Georgia. What ever happened to the Southern Belle? I guess it cracked! These people are not trailer trash. They own their home (thanks to TLC, I’m sure).

They give rednecks a bad name. What are the odds that their voting for Romney? Little HBB could be their campaign poster child!


So, I just got my nails done today and I was an unwilling witness to a social travesty. Two girls in their 20s talking about guys they’re ‘dating’, pretty harmless, right? I wish!

Dark haired girl was taking about having ‘okay’ sex with one guy and thinking about going out with another guy because the first guy isn’t a ‘serious thing’, but she was unwilling to cut first guy loose!

Light haired girl asks how many times she’s hooked up with him. They hung out twice and had sex both times.  Then I heard dark haired slut (oops I mean girl) say that she has no idea where he lives and they talk via facebood and cells.

These girls proceeded to laugh and giggle about the whole thing.  Hello, people!! What the hell is wrong with young women today? Why are girls willing to have ‘okay’ sex with guys who don’t even try to date them?

First of all, let’s define the word date. A date is when two people go out and do something like go to dinner, movie, dancing or a walk in the park. They talk about anything, crack jokes, flirt and get nervous. Not just ‘hook up’ and tip toe out.

Hanging out at his friend’s house and using a stranger’s bed to have ‘okay’ sex is disgusting and it isn’t a date. You’re not dating. You’re fucking and badly at that!

He has to be clean (yes, you have to shower), above average dress and he should pay for everything. If he can’t pay for everything and the girl is okay with it, go dutch. No moochers!

Girls, please, please, please! Wait before you have sex with him. I know you’re horny, but that is why God invented vibrators and fingers. And please don’t use your girl’s toy. That’s just ten layers of wrong.

If you want a committed relationship, say so. If you don’t, say so. Do not juggle bed buddies if you don’t want to be labeled a slut. If you want to be a slut, then I’m truly sad for you.

Since I talked about music yesterday, movies is next. One disclosure, I am married to a script analyst/screenwriter. His script is in the development stage at this point.

Rather than give a list of favorite films, I’ll give you a list of funny, powerful, scary and downright interesting ones. Again, I ask my readers to pass out a few of their notable movies.

Funny Movies

Animal House – you can never go wrong with booze, sex and a dead horse getting his legs sawed off. The Philadelphia Story – Cary Grant shoving Katherine Hepburn’s face is priceless. It’s a Wonderful Life – ‘He’s making violent love to me’ is the best damn line. How to Marry a Millionaire –  Betty Grable, Marilyn Monroe and Lauren Bacall are brilliant comic actresses. Bacall even comically references her husband Humphrey Bogart.

Dramas – with or without comedy

The Color Purple – music is palpable, heartache and redemption drives me to tears every time. Monster’s Ball – the human suffering is visceral and the acting by Oscar winner Halle Berry is out of this world. Life is Beautiful – made me fall in love with Roberto Benigni and the message that a perfect love can save us all.  Schindler’s List – Last scene with Liam Neeson breaking down and then being supported by the factory workers gets me every time. Now Voyager – I think, is Bette Davis’ greatest film. Precious –  Gabourey Sidibe, Mo’Nique and Mariah Carey have a final scene that would drive anyone to gallons of tears and fits of anger.

Horror & Thriller Movies

The Blob (original one with Steve McQueen) – couldn’t eat jello for years! The Exorcist – It’s evil on film. Enough said. Alien and Aliens – It is bad ass Ripley that keeps me hooked. Hostel & Hostel 2 – I am a sick and twisted person, oh well. Jaws – Robert Shaw’s Indianapolis monologue is the greatest scene ever!