“You try to have faith in somebody, even when you’re the last person that believes in him. But when somebody lets you down after you’ve been the only one there for them, and so many times, you don’t know what to do.”

The Sad Part Of My life

I may seem like a happy person that doesn't need anything from life and that has a great family. Well yeah it’s true, but the sad part of my life is the fact that I never actually had my real dad with me. My dad left my mom when I was only one and my mom was barely pregnant with my brother. He did not know that my mom was pregnant. My parent got back together but my dad treated us like shit, that was when I was 2 and my brother was a few months. He treated all of us like shit so my mom left him. He used to visit us and treat all of us very good. He was the one that got me into drawing because he has raw drawing skills. He got my brother into instruments because he is raw at that too.

However that didn’t last for long. After the last visit he left and told my mom to tell us that he was dead so we would expect to see him again because he didn’t want to know anything about us. He said that to him we are dead for him and much more. My mom told us the truth and all our illusions of our changed dad that would stay with us hit rock bottom. All of our family and us wanted to go kill him. We still do.

Do you know how it feels to not have a dad? It's like you have been rejected big time by your own dad. Knowing that your dad is alive, but he doesn’t want to know nothing about you. I’m at school and there is a father and daughter event, I can’t go. I see other kids with their dads and I just look away. I draw and it reminds me of him. Whenever I hear a curtain song he used to sing to me I get really sad. Whenever people tell me that my art work is good it takes me back to when I used to watch my dad draw. I like people telling me but i hide my sad feelings. Whenever my uncles see my drawings they tell me stories of my dad. Whenever people ask about my dad I don’t know what to say. My mom tells me all the time that I remind her of my dad. She tells me how we do stuff alike even though he never taught me. She tells me how much I look like him. At times I can’t hide my feelings so most of the time I cry at night for a long period of time. I’m even crying now!

At night I ask myself if did something wrong. I ask myself many questions. I don’t blame myself. I just want to know the reason. He wanted a little girl. I’m here but he’s not with me. Sometimes you have to appreciate what you have because others may not have what you have, like having both of your parents with you.

Hiking After Thanksgiving

A brief summary of the hike my uncle, my brother and I toke on black Friday.

On thanksgiving my uncle, Greg, my brother and I decided to go hiking the day after thanksgiving. I convinced them to leave around 5am. For me that sounds like fun! My uncle slept over my house that night so we could wake him up and so we could leave faster. That night my brother and I stayed up pretty late until 1am watching George Lopez. I Love that show! I love George Lopez he is the bomb!

In the morning we actually woke up around 4am and ended up leaving around 5am. We stopped by my grandma’s house to eat some leftovers food from thanksgiving. We left and decided to go to Mt. Diablo. That place is awesome! We were on our way and it took a while, I mean a long while! There was fog all over. We were going all the way to the top at first. We eventually go to the summit. It was very very cold! It was windy and foggy. We were up top to see the view all the way down. Hahaha what view? We couldn’t even see 2 ft down because of the fog. My brother kept complaining about it being so cold so my uncle pants him! Greg said, “Haha, now your wewe is cold.” No one was around to see but we saw his soccer ball undies! Hahaha!

We got bored and we down low to start our hike. We parked and went into the wind caves to check them out. Since we like exploring a lot we started climbing them and going in the caves for a while. I slipped and fell from very up high. I scrapped my right knew really bad and my elbows. I really didn’t care and kept on going. It stated raining. More fun! We started playing with whatever was around. We left the wind caves and headed our own way. We were going down a steep hill and my uncle wanted to look cool and started to run down the hill…he slipped…dropped down and rolled all the way. It was so funny! Then the day started to clear up. The sun was starting to shine! I started singing, like always with my uncle and brother. The song I started singing was My Girl by The Temptations. That’s one of my favorites! After that we realized it was about to be noon and my uncle told us we had to head back home because he had to go to work. We went back my brother and I started playing around, tripping on rocks and logs, and singing weird random parts of songs my uncle was balancing a HUGE pine cone all the way. It was Fun!

What Does Jaz Do For Thanksgivivg?

What do I do for thanksgiving? I do a lot. I usually sleep over my grandma’s house. I wake up to the sound of my grandpa in the backyard screaming at the dog. It's really funny because he is screaming at Gaby, the dog, and it sounds like Gaby is telling him to shut his pie whole. So you can imagine me waking up laughing. When someone is in the room while I'm waking up. They would usually say," Oh Jaz, only you, only you." So I laugh some more. Why do they say that? Because my family knows how weird I am.

When it comes to the point that I go eat breakfast I usually see my grandma and mom starting to cook the turkey. I look at the turkey and I get so freaked out that I actually wake up. It looks scary, I can't handle that.

Afterwards I have to go help my grandpa by giving the dogs a bath. When I mean the dogs it's because we always have more than 2 dogs in the house. This year we have 3 dogs. We have Gaby, the husky, Mr. Bean, the Chihuahua, and recently added to the family 'Osito' meaning little bear; he is the 2 month old sheep dog. Gaby takes care of Osito like if that was her baby. However Mr. Bean gets beat up by Osito since he is a little bit bigger.

After I get done with that I have go help my mom with the cooking. Meaning it’s mother daughter bounding time. My grandma, my mom and I start having a food fight. Someone usually walks in while this is happening and they walk back out without saying a word. Then we know we need to stop.

We end up cooking a lot of food. I MEAN A LOT! You know how Mexican families are. We have the house full on that day and even the dogs eat their share. At night while we are all eating in the house we go around giving thanks. Then we eat! While we are eating WE ALL GOOF OFF! NO ONE IN MY FAMILY IS NOT A ‘NORMAL’ PERSON YOU CAN SEE IT IN OUR PICS. NOT EVEN THE BABIES OR GUESTS GET LEFT BEHIND. That is why everyone’s friends ask my grandparents if they could spend holidays with us.

We are just that awesome!

Sickness

Being sick is a part of nature to many. When they get sick they say, whatever. To others they cant stand it. I know how both feel. In this blog I will be talking about sickness. Well not sickness, not in biological terms. I will talk about sickness in my point of view or to say in my perspective. I know that if my friends read this right after I post it they would probably call me crazy, give me loads of medicine, and put me to bed. I don't blame them.

Well, I am a person that will say, ok I'm sick, but I love my sick voice. To me the best part about being sick is the not going to school for a logical reason and having a cool sick voice. Sometimes I wish I could just stay with that voice, but sadly I cant. However, many people and family make fun of me when I am sick. I do nothing, but ignore.Once and a while I get really sick and cry to my mommy. I really do, I admit it with out feeling ashamed.

When I'm sick my mom has a tendency to make me some herbal tea. Sometimes I feel like she would pop out of no where with some plants in her hands and start doing some vudu on me. I have fate that she wont, but I can picture it in my head. I like it better when my grandma is the one taking care of me. She kinda treats me better than my mom when I'm sick. My mom would tell me take it like a man, but my grandma is the kind of person that would hold you in her arms and treat you like their little baby. I like that better, but she makes me drink some weird smelly and nasty teas. At least she isn't screaming at me saying, " !no seas una nina llorona y tomalo como hombre!". Meaning, don't be a little cry baby and take it like a man! And that's when I'm really sick, meaning I'm vomiting crying and buggers are running down my nose. Mean, right?

New Start or Not

I have read my first blog and I was wondering, have I stayed on topic? Mostly yes. I have been blogging about my funny adventures with my uncle. I said that I might go off topic and blog about something else. Which I did, I started blogging about my preference in music. Well mostly The Beatles.

I was also wondering if I have achieved my goals? I have noticed that I have become a better speller. Which is GOOD! I'm proud of myself. I have also seen that I have become a better essay writer. I have been noticing that I have developed my organisation skills when writing an essay. Which I'm also proud of!

However, I want to start blogging about funny stories with my friends, jokes, mostly anything funny that sounds good to blog about. Mostly because I go to school do work, go home do chores, eat then homework until 9pm or later. So something that would distract me and make me feel like I'm just doing this for fun. It's like your giving a butler a 30min break that is not lunch. What do you think they will do? Probably do something that distracts them from work. Something that they find amusing.Am I right?

Through out these couple of months in school I have wanted to read a book really bad, but I seem not to get one. When ever I go and choose a book out the library with out having back ground information on book. I seem to get books that don't appeal to me. When I do have back ground information on books I seem to get books that I really seem to enjoy and want to read over and over. I will try to read more books that I WILL ENJOY and blog about them. That is one of my goals.

So I guess I might have a new beginning. I will enjoy this very much.