Even though I have not been feeling chipper lately (old age is really getting to me), I nevertheless drove this morning to Daniel's Hair Studio in Montebello for a cut and comb (I was long overdue). I started feeling hunger pains as Dan was working his magic. - I think that my imaginary friend Beto was also hungry because as Dan was cutting around my bad ear, he whispered in my good ear, "I need some menudo, dude, I need to cure this hangover" So I told Beto that as soon as Dan was done, I would find us a menudo joint. At that, Dan asked me, "did you say something?" I didn't answer him - It has been a while since I've had menudo. My La Indiana Friday morning's menudo runs are no more. I stopped doing the La Indiana menudo runs when the people that run La Indiana, in their good wisdom, changed the menudo recipe. We found a joint in El Monte. It was a nondescript joint on Durfee; I don't know if it's street, avenue, or blvd. We went in and ordered menudo, Beto also wanted a beer, but I nixed that real fast. Was the menudo good? No! It was probably the worse menudo I have had in my many years of eating the stuff. It was really greasy, and they make it without pata. The first thought that came to my head when I saw the menudo was 'no wonder they call us greaser' Beto ate some of his menudo, and I left mine almost untouched. Walking out, I told Beto the menudo was too greasy, and he said, 'greasy, and no pata makes for a bad menudo, but I ate mine because I have a hangover' Maybe I needed a hangover too!
Sunday, April 8, 2018
Haircut and Greasy Menudo
By kiki
Even though I have not been feeling chipper lately (old age is really getting to me), I nevertheless drove this morning to Daniel's Hair Studio in Montebello for a cut and comb (I was long overdue). I started feeling hunger pains as Dan was working his magic. - I think that my imaginary friend Beto was also hungry because as Dan was cutting around my bad ear, he whispered in my good ear, "I need some menudo, dude, I need to cure this hangover" So I told Beto that as soon as Dan was done, I would find us a menudo joint. At that, Dan asked me, "did you say something?" I didn't answer him - It has been a while since I've had menudo. My La Indiana Friday morning's menudo runs are no more. I stopped doing the La Indiana menudo runs when the people that run La Indiana, in their good wisdom, changed the menudo recipe. We found a joint in El Monte. It was a nondescript joint on Durfee; I don't know if it's street, avenue, or blvd. We went in and ordered menudo, Beto also wanted a beer, but I nixed that real fast. Was the menudo good? No! It was probably the worse menudo I have had in my many years of eating the stuff. It was really greasy, and they make it without pata. The first thought that came to my head when I saw the menudo was 'no wonder they call us greaser' Beto ate some of his menudo, and I left mine almost untouched. Walking out, I told Beto the menudo was too greasy, and he said, 'greasy, and no pata makes for a bad menudo, but I ate mine because I have a hangover' Maybe I needed a hangover too!
Even though I have not been feeling chipper lately (old age is really getting to me), I nevertheless drove this morning to Daniel's Hair Studio in Montebello for a cut and comb (I was long overdue). I started feeling hunger pains as Dan was working his magic. - I think that my imaginary friend Beto was also hungry because as Dan was cutting around my bad ear, he whispered in my good ear, "I need some menudo, dude, I need to cure this hangover" So I told Beto that as soon as Dan was done, I would find us a menudo joint. At that, Dan asked me, "did you say something?" I didn't answer him - It has been a while since I've had menudo. My La Indiana Friday morning's menudo runs are no more. I stopped doing the La Indiana menudo runs when the people that run La Indiana, in their good wisdom, changed the menudo recipe. We found a joint in El Monte. It was a nondescript joint on Durfee; I don't know if it's street, avenue, or blvd. We went in and ordered menudo, Beto also wanted a beer, but I nixed that real fast. Was the menudo good? No! It was probably the worse menudo I have had in my many years of eating the stuff. It was really greasy, and they make it without pata. The first thought that came to my head when I saw the menudo was 'no wonder they call us greaser' Beto ate some of his menudo, and I left mine almost untouched. Walking out, I told Beto the menudo was too greasy, and he said, 'greasy, and no pata makes for a bad menudo, but I ate mine because I have a hangover' Maybe I needed a hangover too!
Monday, April 2, 2018
Acid kicked me in behind
By kiki
(Reposted from Facebook)
(Reposted from Facebook)
Hi guys. Sorry that I haven't been able to respond to your inquiries about my health status. And it'is not because I don't appreciate it, I do, please me believe me that I do appreciate it. And for those that asked if there is anything you can do for me, your prayers and thoughts are what I need right now.
As too what is going on?: It looks like I got hit with a severe massive acid reflux attack (had one about two months ago. Took me about 2 weeks to get over it). The pain and burning sensation that you get from these massive acid attacks can be brutal. First, you are afraid that you going to die, and when you don't you start thinking about your friends (which one has a gun that you can borrow?)
Love you guys, but please don't ask me any questions. Because I won't be able to answer them, I just don't have the strength to do so. This attack has me doing the 'old Man Shuffle' Hey! I bet Connie and I could have won many dancing contests with my new crazy moves. I'll be checking in on your comments. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.
Sunday, March 25, 2018
A Symphony in My Backyard
By kiki
As I was lying in bed reading the newspaper I could hear what sounded like a symphony being played in my backyard. I got up to see if I could find out who were the culprits that were playing that artistic magic I was hearing. Looking out my sliding door I could see who the culprits were that were playing the strings and horns. On my pomegranate tree, they were. The birds. They were singing and playing their beautiful music on this beautiful spring morning. Have a great day, my friends!
As I was lying in bed reading the newspaper I could hear what sounded like a symphony being played in my backyard. I got up to see if I could find out who were the culprits that were playing that artistic magic I was hearing. Looking out my sliding door I could see who the culprits were that were playing the strings and horns. On my pomegranate tree, they were. The birds. They were singing and playing their beautiful music on this beautiful spring morning. Have a great day, my friends!
Coffee, Not Booze
By kiki
At 2:36 am this morning, I woke up to answer the call of nature. Like clockwork, a man my age wakes up between 2:30 and 3am to answer the call of nature. But, don't worry; you will find it unavoidable when you reach your elder years. As I crawled back between the sheets, my pup, Sister, notified me that she too had to go and answer the call of nature. So, I crawled out of bed again to open the door for her, then I had to sit and wait for her to finish doing her personal business. Done: she decided she wanted to play outside for a bit. By the time she was ready to come in, it was 3:20am, and by then, I was wide awake, so I decided to get into my drinks, coffee, not booze.
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Disgusting Behavior
By kiki
I have been trying to stay clear of political stuff. But I watched Trump at the PA rally yesterday afternoon and after watching him I was left more disgusted than ever with him. The vulgarity that he uses to describe those that in his warp mind he has a beef with is astonishing. But more astonishing is the silence coming from the congressional right-side of the aisle. The same people that wanted to hang Hillary Clinton for using a private server are now tight-lipped when their hero goes apeshit. And let's not forget the people that voted for and still support him. They too are silence on the profane and disgusting treatment that he gives his political opponents...I know that politics is a tough game, but, you can be tough without being profane, a little class will go a long way in winning you votes...I have to say to my friends and relatives that voted for and still support, this poor excuse of a human being and who are silence on his disgusting behavior "you are no better than he is" If I lose friends over this post, so be it!
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Will Trump live to rue the day he decided to run for president?
By kiki
Will Trump live to rue the day he decided to run for president? Before he decided to jump into politics, he was cheating people out of their money by not paying for work he had done on his properties and running a crooked non-university; I could go on and on, but you get my drift. Indeed nobody was looking really hard into his crooked movidas. (moves) - His sex life was not a soap opera on the 24/7 cable news channels; now everybody knows who he bedded and paid off to keep quiet - His sons and daughter were mainly unknown to the general public: now the whole world knows how arrogant and self-serving they are. Sometimes it's better, for your own good, to stay under the radar. But egomania is sometimes too complicated for narcissists to control. So, it might be that in the end, Trump will just be remembered as an impeached and crooked president who was sent to prison.
Will Trump live to rue the day he decided to run for president? Before he decided to jump into politics, he was cheating people out of their money by not paying for work he had done on his properties and running a crooked non-university; I could go on and on, but you get my drift. Indeed nobody was looking really hard into his crooked movidas. (moves) - His sex life was not a soap opera on the 24/7 cable news channels; now everybody knows who he bedded and paid off to keep quiet - His sons and daughter were mainly unknown to the general public: now the whole world knows how arrogant and self-serving they are. Sometimes it's better, for your own good, to stay under the radar. But egomania is sometimes too complicated for narcissists to control. So, it might be that in the end, Trump will just be remembered as an impeached and crooked president who was sent to prison.
Friday, February 23, 2018
Smoking Grandma's Cigarettes
By kiki
This kid reminded me of myself when I was 7 years old: My slightly older cousin Robert, who used to live with my paternal grandparents, Grandpa Francisco and Grandma Lupe in Simons, would steal Grandma Lupe's cigarettes, I believe they were Lucky Strike's, but not sure though. An older cousin, Chuy, would join Robert and me in the cow corral, and we would puff away. - I quit smoking at about 10 years old, only to start again at 17 years. I quit smoking cigarettes over 25 years ago, though I smoke cigarettes on our annual opening day weekend fishing trips. So maybe I didn't quit after all. Nothing like cheating on yourself, que no? Lol. - I used to enjoy a good cigar after a good meal
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