Something Old, Something New

I know I've been MIA, so please accept my apology.

So I have moved back in with my grandparents. Remember them? I'm in the middle of relocating with Hertz, Sarah (my old roommate) got engaged (YAY!), so it was good timing to move back in with the ole ball and chains!

(Belita and Belo)


They just celebrated their 58th Wedding Anniversary! 58 years! Belo said, "I been with her my whole life, sisty fie chears" (65 years). So Belita made us steaks and we drank wine. I love my new roommates! So in honor of their milestone I am going to tell you some of my favorite Belita and Belo stories. I like to call them "Cuban Socialites."

1 They went to Mexico for a month long honeymoon. On this honeymoon they swam in a pool covered with flowers, had cocktails on the President of Argentina's yacht, and danced in a club where you had to take your shoes off because the tide covers the dance floor.

2 They spent four years apart while Belita was in America and Belo was still in Cuba.

3 I love their daily routine. It does not change. I hate change. Belita watches her Spanish Soap Operas on Telemundo and Belo takes two hours to get ready everyday.

4 I love when they tell me about their wedding day. And I'm even more grateful they were able to get some photos from Cuba of that day. It was the epitome of elegance and beauty. I mean they were, after all, Cuban Socialites. (side note: my scanner is in storage, so I can't upload pictures from their wedding).

This weekend we are celebrating Belo and Belita's 80th Birthdays! My entire Cuban family is coming to Baton Rouge and we are having a big dinner at Jubans. It will be a weekend full of love, family, wine and drama. I will fill everyone in on my Big Fat Cuban Reunion next week! ADIOS AMIGOS!

Te Quiero Mucho,

That Cuban Girl

Steroid Summer

Hello.

I know it has almost been two months since my last post and I apologize! The new gig at hertz is taking over my social and blogging life!

I love Louisiana. I have lived in Louisiana for almost six years now. But for realz, WTF is with the heat and bugs this summer??? It's like they are on STEROIDS. Everyday it is 98 degrees or hotter and the bugs are EVERYWHERE!

Roids Bad

I went to my grandparents house Monday night for arroz con pollo (chicken and rice white people) and when I got home I freaked. There were a least 1,000 bugs SWARMING my front door. I immediately took off my shoe and started my killing spree. THEN, I walk inside, look back at the front door and there it was, GODZILLA of bugs trying to slither under the door. Again, I remove my shoe and "kill" it. I pick it up with a paper towel and place it in the trash. I go about my business and then come back to find THE OTHER HALF OF IT COMING OUT OF THE GARBAGE! Then on top of that, a baby version of the godzilla bug has also come out of it and was climbing in my garbage! I immediately start screaming for my roommate. She is sound asleep and unaware of the gruesome scene that is taking place right down the hallway.

Godzilla

Of course I killed the other half of the mutant bug and then killed its offspring. So I figured I was good for the rest of the night. I screamed a few times, jumped around the kitchen, and successfully slaughtered the intruders. Yep, I was feeling pretty good. I go into the bathroom closet to get my mouthwash and what do I see? A ROACH!!!! KDAJKDJFJADKFJAKLDFJAKD! WTF! I almost started crying at that point. Again, I removed my shoe and killed. I finished up my nightly routine and went to bed in fear. Fear that more bugs would come torture me in my sleep. Needless to say, I hate BUGS during the summer in Louisiana. They are mutant bugs out to ruin my summer.

Bug that tried to eat me ^

Thank you, bye!

P.S. Pat, can we get some rain in the Red Stick???? My Yard is THIRSTY!

The Man, The Myth, The Legend

*Note: Pat is the weatherman and red stick=baton rouge.

Cinco de Mayo

Hola.

HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO AMIGOS! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIBBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

(What ju lookin at?)

Gracias, adios.

Good Ole Days

Hello.

(The Original Facebook Log In Screen)

I like to live a simple life, free of complications, relaxing and peaceful. When I first joined facebook in 2004 that's just how it was, SIMPLE. Back in the good ole days, Facebook was small and did its job perfectly. It allowed me to connect with people from my past and keep up with them. I was allowed to have one picture and one picture only, my main profile picture. It was a very basic concept and now its completely butchered!

My good friend Cranch, of Cranch Dressing recently told me this, "Remember the days when you were in a relationship before facebook confirmed it..."

Why yes Cranch, I sure do.

Now facebook is cluttered with status updates, quizzes/quiz results, photos ,etc. I mean who freaking cares what zombie or infectious disease they are? Its ridiculous all the nonsense they have added the past five years. I know they need to keep up with the times and make some necessary changes but it just seems a bit much. I do like the photo albums but some of it is overboard and plain trashy (I want to mention one slut here, but I will just be polite and keep my mouth shut ;) ).

(Angel or Devil Quiz, seriously?)

If you're reading this and you are a person sending me quiz requests and STUPID SHIT on facebook, please stop. I check the ignore button and never receive anything else from you again. Sorry to be so blunt, but I don't care about "where should you be living quiz" (by the way I took this one for shits and giggles and for the sake of this blog and it told me to move to Tokyo, yeah right). That quiz was about as accurate as the O.J. Simpson verdict...Tokyo and that cuban girl, comical.

I also don't care what Sex and the City character I am. My luck, my results would probably say Miranda and if that was the case I would just want to shoot myself. So stop, please stop sending me useless crap on facebook.

(Where should you be living Quiz, it exists.)

I'm on facebook to keep up with old friends and occasionally look at people I no longer like that I am still friends with.

(That Cuban Girl, Back in 2004 when facebook started.)

Thank you, bye!

The Deuces

Hello, yo.

As many of you know I recently started working for Hertz. I've only been with Hertz for a short period of time, but during this time I have seen and met some very interesting people. Dealing with customers is a new experience for me and it is very entertaining to say the least.

My favorite thing about Hertz is working with my friend, Nedra. Nedra is a transporter for Hertz. She picks customers up at various places, takes care of cleaning the vehicles, puts gas in them, etc. Nedra is from New Orleans and she don't play. Nedra has graduated from culinary school and is an overall bad ass black woman.

NEDRA (Chuckin the Deuce)

My first day at Hertz Nedra informed me in her deep NOLA accent this:

Nedra: Now Miss Licia, here at Hertz we a family. Everybody in the family get along, except we got this cousin. Now, we don't invite this cousin to the family reunion if ya know what I mean.

Nedra has my back and tells me how it is, no bullshit.

So at hertz we take our vehicles to a certain gas station nearby to run them through the car wash. At this gas station are my other two friends, Crystal and Nikita. Crystal and Nedra are dating and Nikita is a friend of theirs that works at the Circle K. They are trying to blackify me out, but little do they know I already have some ghetto in me!

NIKITA (Chuckin the deuce)

The other day I was inside the store and Nikita (she calls me Lee-Lee) said to me:

Nikita: Lee-Lee, now if yo man gets in a fight, you gotta back him up. If the other man has a bitch, you gotta fight her.

Me: "I don't fight, I don't argue, I just hit that bitch wit a bottle. Call ya clique, don't bother, I just hit that bitch with a bottle. Say WHAT! Count em, 1 heffer, 2 heffer, 3 heffer, 4, hit dat bitch wit da bottle, watch her head hit da flooo." (SB2K5 shout out)

Nedra: What the hell! Where you hear that?!?!

MISS B (Chuckin the deuce)

I bust out my best MISS B rap you know. A few days ago I walk in the store and Nikita is working. I am wearing all black, like a black sweater and black dress. I walk in and she says:

Nikita: Lee-Lee! You look like a caper!


Me: A what?


Nikita: A caper! You dressed in all black!


Me: What is a caper?


Nikita: You know, dressed all in black, lookin like you gonna come rob me and shit!


Urban dictionary defines a caper as 1) Older slang defining some sort of shady activity; usually illegal. Shenanigans.; 2) To commit an act of robbery.; 3) a person proud to be from the Island of Cape Brenton Canada. I'm thinking she was rolling with definition #2.


I also get all the free coke icees and coffee I want from Nikita and Crystal! Got the hookup, whhhaattttt! When I see a hater, I chuck dem deuces. Learnin all kind of new shit up in hur. Respek.

That Cuban Girl (Left, Chuckin the Deuce in 1994 with Locke and Trisha)

Thank you, BYE or should I say Peace. Chuckin the deuce.

Special Powers

Hello.

HAPPY EARTH DAY!

My roommate Sarah and I have an ongoing debate regarding special powers. The question is this:

If you could have one special power, what would it be?

MY choice is the obvious choice, Teleportation. If I could have one special power, I would want to be able to teleport anywhere I wanted to be with the snap of my fingers! I would also make teleporting my business. I would charge people to teleport them around the WORLD. Just think, no more airport lines or wait! Just snap of my little fingers and BAM, you're in London Town!

This is me ^ teleporting to Greece.

Sarah's choice is lazy. She said her special power would be "getting ready power, a.ka. lazy power." She wants to be able to just snap her fingers and be ready to walk out the door. Showered, hair fixed, make-up on, and dressed. Retardedddddd...

So this is where the story gets funny. The two of us will randomly debate about these powers as if we really will ever possess them! We debate like we actually have the powers! For example, if I'm tired one day and don't feel like getting ready for something I have to do, Sarah will chime in all excited and say this:

Sarah: Don't you wish you had my special power?!?!


Me: Oh you bitch!



She always tries to get me with her special power when I'm WEAK! Whenever I'm hungover or tired she will bring her stupid power up! Naturally, I do the same to her. Whenever she fusses about having to drive somewhere I chime in with this:


Me: Don't you wish you had my special power?!?!


This is an ongoing battle. Neither of us will say the other power is better. I stand by teleporting and she stands by the lazy power.


A few weeks ago Sarah and I were in NOLA with some friends at lunch on a Sunday. Of course we brought the special power discussion to the lunch table. I believe three people at the table said they agreed with me and would choose teleporting, but our friend Cutler had a great one! She said this:

Cutler: If I could have a special power it would that whenever I reached in my pocket for money I needed I would have the exact amount I needed.

GENIUS! Where ever you go you have the money you need!

What would your special power be?


Thank you, bye!

Sarah + That Cuban Girl

P.S. Congrats to Sarah on her new job!!!!

TGIFF

WHAAAAAT! OKAAAAAY! YEEAAAAAHHHH!

TGIFF!