Back from Hiatus...

....feels a little strange to come back to this after so long. I dont even know where to stArt.Lets try starting with my lovely sister. Of course everyone that Gets to know her loves her...i know i do. But do you all really "know" her?..i Dont think so. Im gonna go back As far as i can remember.

First of all my father used to own this white grand prix. Small freakin thing. Way before he bought his beaner van. I used to hate getting in this car cause even though i was small, for some reason i always got squished. Those of you who arent latino probably dont know. But when you have a 2 door car you tend to fit as many people in it as if it were a party bus. Of course everytime we went some where, jhen sat NeXT to me...i know she didnt want to. She's not gonna admit to it which is why i'm telling this story and not her. I was 4 or 5. Whenever that car turned one way my whole body ended up leaning against her arm. And what Does she do? She snaps her arm out PUSHING me to the other side of the car, Im fuckin 4 yrs old. My body FLIES across the back Seat of this thing. People driving behind us were probably thinking i was flying around in there like baby superman. Oh sure but when it's the other way around, when she ends up leaning on me. All i could do was take the 140 lbs pounds that was pushed against me. It just wasn't fair. When we ended up on the highway...jhen loved to Open the window. Have that breeze hit her hair. Ooofa!! Not like now where if its too windy she has to wear a hat. OMG my hair! Ay mi pelo. Im still sitting NeXT to her and little does she know that her hair is whipping me in the face. I cant say shit or else she was gonna snuff me. Let alone everytime i opened my mouth just to say mommy, her hair would find its way into my mouth and choke me.

A few years later "the craft" Came out. I swore to myself back then that jhen was part of that group. All she wore was black. Thick black hair. Black eyeliner. Red lipstick..sometimes. Usually only when she went out with a black guy....her favorite ha!!!!!OMG!!! the baths. How could i forget the baths. I used to CRY when i heard my mother yell "jhenny! Dale un banito a Junior!" it was complete torture....i know she didnt want to. Especially having to Wash my culito, Oh man i knew she was furious. I could feel her blood boiling through her hands. The soap would melt if she held it for too long. Oh man and the drying? What a disaster. Lets just say thank the lord JESUS she didnt dry me off with a blow drier. I would Have had 1st degree burns all over. Por todos lados!!!!! She used to dry me off with the towel. Plant it on my head, while it covered my face. So i wont be able to see a damn thing while she yanked my hair off of my scalp. I dont think i have Ever experienced anything more painful than that. I love you jhenny!! Tamales!!