Friday
General Information

Main blog:Friday's Child
Birthday:June 19th
Gender:Female
Occupation:Retired
Education:Some college
Religion:Agnostic
Service Attendance:Never
Race/lineage:Latino / Hispanic
Location:United States, Louisiana, New Orleans


Appearance

Body Size:Slender
Height:4' 11" (150 cm)
Eyes:Dark Brown
Vision:Glasses/Spectacles
Hair Color:Black
Hair Style:Wavy - Long
Facial Hair:None
Skin Tone:Medium Brown
Best Feature:Legs
Clothing Pref.:Tattered
Undies:Briefs - Bikini
Tattoo Info:Three -- abdomen, hiney and bosom
Piercing Info:Five in left ear - four in right ear
More Details:The camera hates me and I feel the same way about it.


Personal Information

Relationship Status:Single - Involved
Family Info:Youngest of four and my mother's favorite
Sexual Preference:Straight/Heterosexual
Astrological Sign:Gemini (May 21 - June 21)
Existing as:Human
Smoking:Quit
Liquor:Gave it up
Exercise:Regularly
Your Home:Live with another
Biography/About:Lost my mother 6/2003 - four days after my birthday and my father (stepdad) on Christmas Eve 2003 exactly six months later to the day. 1 older sister (Anita), 2 older brothers - (Flip - the oldest) + (David - my older brother better known as my jackass brother), 2 half brothers whom I've seen maybe a couple of dozen times in my entire life. I also have a half brother that I've never met. All my family lives in California. Mom and Dad were first generation Americans. I'm the baby of the family. I was my mother's favorite -- I knew it and so did everyone else. I still cry for my mother, often -- she was truly my hero.
Likes:music, dancing, singing, chai latte, reading, the ocean, Phillipine Mango, historical fiction, Snowballs (called Snowcones everywhere else)
Dislikes:cruelty, know-it-alls, racism and all other forms of negative "ism", spam, email, judgemental or closed-minded people, rap, thug-speak, bullies, hurricane season, people who don't respect the fact that I'm agnostic and force they're beliefs on me (I don't try to force my opinions on other people -- I admire people who have faith, I wish they wouldn't force their beliefs on me)
Interests:writing, Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, writing to Paul


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Four Most Recent Entries

Next stop ... the Twilight Zone
This just gets funnier. The sty on my left lower eyelid hasn't come to a head and the swelling is getting ridiculous. Yesterday I thought I was just getting a "fatigue bag" under that eye. Last night it was obvious the swelling is distorting that area. This morning ... scary enough to send me to the walk-in clinic at my doctor's office in about a half hour. Interestingly enough, the three stages (so far) look eerily similar to the masks in a Twilight Zone episode entitled, "Masks". Big fun on a Saturday morning! Joie de vivre for today ... Hmmm ... the mall is just across the way...
 
A pig in a poke, a poke in the eye, a pig in a sty, a sty in the eye ...
Did you know that the people most likely to get a sty are people in the third to fifth decade of their lives ... and people who have chronic illness ... and people who are stressed? *ding, ding, ding, ding* I win! I win! *happy dance* I first noticed a sty on Monday ... right eye, upper lid. It burst on Tuesday but is still red, puffy and draining. Ewwwww. This morning, I find I now have one developing on the lower lid of my left eye. I can't even begin to tell you how odd it looks. When I look in the mirror I laugh at my own damn self. Now if I could just stop the itching, I'll be...
 
That's no girl, that's my sister ...
I just got off the phone with my oldest brother. His wife is totally disabled by MS. He's her caretaker plus has a full time job. He apologized that he's not able to be here for my surgery. My sister is having problem with chronic anemia. She can't be here either and feels terrible about it. So who do they want to ask to come? My jackass brother. I said ... "Okay." Hey, I'm a big girl. It wouldn't hurt to have a member of the family here. Besides, I'll be in bed, my head wrapped like a mummy and loaded out of my mind on morphine. He can't pick a fight with me then, right? ...
 
Joie de vivre ...
... French for joy of living. It's been pointed out to me that there is plenty of dreadful news on my blog and that I don't often post about the good things in my life ... of which, there are many, I assure you. I was challenged to write one good thing with every post. It's a very well intended, positive suggestion. Many times during the day something will happen to make me smile or laugh or warm my heart. I rarely write about those things and perhaps it seems as if I'm perpetually whining. I can see how it might seem that way. What's true of me, that my real-life friends know is that...
 






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