Vote So I Can Stay Home!

Now that the Olympics are over, that means that what's coming next, after college football season, of course, is THE ELECTIONS!!! (if you have a slight Asian dialect-accent, please do not pronounce the word ELECTIONS out loud. Unless you're at home with the wife or hubby...)

Now here's the diatribe Puerto Rico is in. The party in power hasn't been as good as they promised four years ago. They've been, well, lame. The Governor, since she got married, again, doesn't want to run again to focus on her family. That leaves the current Resident Commissioner as candidate. He's a nice guy, but boring. He doesn't motivate people much, although, like I said, he is a nice guy.

Now, he has two opponents. We won't talk about the guy for the Independentista party because he really doesn't count... he's that third party candidate that gets five per cent of the vote if he's lucky. But the other guy who's running against the Resident Commissioner is the former governor.

Let's see... how can I put it nicely... most of his former staff is now in jail under federal charges of extortion, accepting bribes, mishandling of federal funds... you name it, they've done it. The one person they haven't caught (yet) is the candidate himself. And it's been rumored that his wife might be next in the upcoming arrests. To make it even more fun for everyone, he says that he didn't know anything. Yeah, right.

This man embodies all that is evil and corrupt in this world. Huey Long would probably either admire this man for his cunning or tip his hat and say cede to him the title of most corrupt US citizen EVER.

Which is why, I've decided, that if Puerto Rican people are so stupid as to re-elect this man to office, I will lose my confidence in the voting public and will have to move out of Puerto Rico. To somewhere else. Most likely, somewhere in the US (maybe even Texas). Which brings me to another quandary.

In all the countries that have sent troops to Iraq that have held elections this year, the ruling party (which was in favor of sending troops) has lost the elections. Of course, the opposing party is opposed to involvement blahblahblah etc. Logically, this would mean that W would lose the election. The problem is that Kerry is about as likeable as a splintered wood blow-up doll. The rightist cried foul with the release of Fahrenheit 9/11, which shows Bush at his dumbest-moments-caught-on-film, but to blame him losing the elections on a MOVIE is stupider than the President himself.

Anyway, this is the deal. Here are the following scenarios and their consequences:

A) If Bush wins and the PPD wins in Puerto Rico, there's no problem. Status quo remains. The corrupt jackass goes back to the cave he bought in Boston, Bush stays in office until Dick Cheney tells him it's time to go to bed, no biggie.

B) Kerry wins, but PNP wins in Puerto Rico, establishing much hated Pedro Rosselló as governor (again). I lose all faith in the Puerto Rican people, but, Bush isn't in office anymore, so I can look for a job in the States. Still have to move (which is hateful), but at least I don't have to spend the next four years looking at pictures of Barrabas in public offices.

C) WORST CASE SCENARIO: Bush wins again. And so does Rosselló. If after writing this entry I can still get my passport renovated, I will be out of here faster than you can say "Se jodió to'esto..." I shall be moving my residence, most likely to Spain, over the next 4 years. (Portugal is option 2, with Brazil being third. Although Hellas looks really, really nice. I wish I could speak Greek, then I could move there...).

But if Rosselló wins, I'm not staying here. I'm not going through 4 years of torture after spending 8 abroad, as far away from that evil man as I could.

So, to recap:

DON'T VOTE FOR ROSSELLO
KEEP CHICAWOW IN PUERTO RICO!!

NO VOTE POR ROSSELLO
¡¡DEJE A CHICAWOW EN PUERTO RICO!!

Now, I plead to your human sense of decency... DO NOT VOTE FOR THIS MAN!!! Please, vote to keep me here!!! I like my job! I like being with my family!!! Give me a chance to make friends!!! (I have family, but no true friends here yet). DEJENME EN MAYAGUEZ!!!

Guess Who's Back...

... back again. ChicaWow. Celebrate...

Yes, I've been absent. Mostly because my Organizational Behavior class kicked my ass up sideways to last week. But, I got an A *yay*.

Now I get to tackle Business Law (or Bidness Law, depending on how you say it). Should be a good six weeks.

Well, so much for having a good basketball team. Italy just kicked our ass. If the US recovers to win the gold medal (they are in the semifinals after beating Spain), I will throw myself off the Viaducto bridge. I hate that basketball team. People who think that they are above anything should be shot and quartered.

For some reason, I'm starting to like the femail teen angst songs. Jojo's "Leave" and Avril Lavigne's "Happy Ending" in particular. I'll post the lyrics to those songs later today.

Anyway, back to work. It sucks having to work Xmas texts when your team just lost. Oh, well. At least Italy was the team that paved the way for us to beat the US.

Ninety-two to Seventy-three

Maybe it was when my brother called me to tell me we were up by 10 in the first quarter. Or maybe when I got home and we were still up by about 15 after the 3rd quarter started. I had to witness, with my own eyes, what was going on.

Maybe it happened when Carlos Arroyo grabbed the front of his shirt and imposed respect.

Or maybe it was when there were about five seconds left in the game, and everyone thought "Wow, it's really happening!"

But I swear... there was a choir of angels singing.

Puerto Rico 92
USA 73

It really happened.

Ninety-five to Seventy-eight

Halleluyah!! Halleluyah!!

This is why I believe in GOD!!!

Losing an exhibition game for the first time when using NBA players, the Americans were completely outclassed by lightly regarded Italy, never even making it close in the fourth quarter of a 95-78 upset Tuesday.

VIVA LA ITALIA!!!!

And it's 28 days til FOOTBALL!!! SEPTEMBER 2ND, BABY!!

The Adventures of ChicaWow, Part I

Boy, was today an adventure. You knew I wouldn't be wallowing in self-pity for too long ;).

[Ok, you're right, it was too long. Before I begin: Why the hell am I reading stuff titled 6 smooth ways to decline a date? Why? Why? It's not like I'm swatting them down like flies. I'm the Brave Little Taylor of Dating!!! "I turned down seven with one... er... nevermind..." Yay! Hail to me! Check out number six. I'll try that one next time.]

As y'all know, I got diagnosed with tendonitis on Friday. Saturday I went to see Fahrenheit 9/11 (more on that on Part II); Sunday to church and choir practice, and now, it's Monday.

And what a Monday it's been!

First, I get up to go to work, only to be told that I couldn't work unless the doctor said I could. Now, to most ordinary mortals, this would be good news: "Yay, I don't have to work." But this is because most ordinary mortals hate their job. I don't. I FREAKING LOVE MY JOB!!! (Thank you, Heavenly Father!) So I was mad from not being able to work. So I did as I was told and walked 5 blocks to the doctor (and back) to get my note.

The doctor examines me and says "You're better, but you still need an extra day's rest." Dang it: good news and bad news if I ever heard the combination. Once I get the note, I trek back to work and hand it to my boss. She was very nice about it and said that she had prayed for my recovery, so that's very nice of her :). Before I left, I bid my coworkers adieu, and headed to the place where all tendonitis victims go: the Mall!

I bought me a couple pairs of shoes there, then ordered some food to go, then went across town to the beauty salon, then I drove to the post office to get my LB lingerie (it's so perrrrty) and then drove home to eat my lunch.

After lunch, I get in the car for my 1:30 massage appointment at the chiropractors. The office is about 3 minutes away by car. It took me 20 minutes to get there, because of a wreck on State Road 2. So I find a parking spot, and go to my appointment. After settling in for the massage, I couldn't exactly relax. I was very ticklish, so every time the therapist ran her hands through my back, I would burst out in giggles. And trying to keep the giggles in would make me tenser. But fortunately, she found it funny too, and it wasn't after getting hooked up to the pulsating machine that I was able to relax.

Once my chiropractor adjusted me (and we laughed when he said "Excellent" a la Mr. Burns), I went to my car, and when I went to start it:

"tack tack tack tack tack"

What sounded like small arms automatic fire was actually my car's battery. After nearly six years of loyal service, it finally died. It had a nice acid mushroom cloud over one of the contacts.
I walk a block and a half to get a Coke to pour over the contact to wash it out, which I was hoping would at least let me start my car so I could get it to the Western Auto across the intersection, it did not. I waited 20 minutes for my parents to arrive. When they do, this lady bumps my car's rear while she's trying to park behind me in a space where she obviously doesn't fit. And she didn't notice either until I got out of my car and looked at her like I was going to beat the crap out of her). Then, I ask my dad to stay with me while mom goes to get help at WA. So while I'm in the car writing all this down, I look around and my dad's not there. I panic, cuz after all, he's still not better, and I thought he would try and talk to people in their cars while they were waiting for the light. I call mom, and she says: "oh, he's with me." And of course, I go ballistic because the man did not tell me he was leaving. Plus, he was supposed to stay with me so I wouldn't be by myself.

Ten minutes pass by, and they show up with the WA guy, who jump starts my car. I drive it over to WA, where I have to wait for them to see if they have the battery I need. They do, and $120 later, it's installed in my car.

But, while I'm waiting for it to get installed, this lady approaches me. She's there for a new battery also. But she just starts talking to me out of the blue. Since I was still mad over the whole incident and not being able to work on school stuff like I wanted to, I really didn't want to be talkative. But then a voice inside my head told me that I should at least be sociable. God sends people angels all the time, and a lot of people ignore them. So I decided to be sociable, and boy did I get a surprise.

For some reason, we start talking about Michigan (we were talking about our cars, and my baby was born in Michigan). So she began to say that people in Michigan were losing jobs left and right, even at UofM in Ann Arbor, and I say, "ah, it's ok by me because I went for a bit to Ohio State, those are their rivals". And the lady says, "oh yeah, well, I went to Marquette, then Wisconsin, and then to school in Texas."

OH.

CW: "Really? Where at?"

Lady: "The university of texas".

HOLY FREAKING COW. You'll find t-sips and Aggies anywhere :).

So we talked for a bit, and exchanged business cards. Turns out her husband is a Texan, and he's living in Puerto Rico. I asked her how she did it, and she said, "I told him: 'If you want to marry me, you'll have to move to Puerto Rico.' And he did."

She was very nice. I think I may call her soon.