Friday, November 17, 2006

My neighborhood


I can't live here anymore. I can't live in fear of the "gang" like children that run around terrifying the good people in my neighborhood. I cant walk by one more "tag" or watch another group of snot nosed kids tag the side of a building. I am frustrated and I feel like the LAPD is not going to help me or the other good people in my neighborhood. I feel terrorized in my own streets and in my own home and I am not even living in Iraq or fighting a war. WHAT IS UP WITH THAT? How can anyone raise children in this hell? It is so emaciating and I am not sure what would happen if I called the police... and then who knows if they will come since I live in a poor neighborhood and my concern is not a priority target. I mean what can one single person do. As I got out of car today, a young man (who looked like a gang banger) his friend and a girl (she should have been home) flashed their spray can at me and threatened to tag out this tag on a wall next to my car but they stopped as soon as they saw me staring at them. I JUST DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO!

Monday, November 06, 2006

Buzz Light Year!

Here we are mom and I and the brothers at Disneyland's tomorrow land! We are so into hitting the aliens that we forgot they were going to take a picture of us. HA! Que boca abierta?!


This time we were at Disneyland celebrating the little one's 11th birthday! That is right. My little brother is 11 years old and the years just keep going on by.


There is a certain perspective you obtain from going to another country and then coming home that leaves you feeling like there is more to life than just your life... but then you see your family, your witnesses to your life and you think life is good.