Archive for the Fight Category

Why Brooklyn is sometimes better…Part 1

Posted in Beach, Brooklyn, Fight, Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 16, 2008 by RosaC

So it was Fourth of July, and L and I were planning to go out for days. Unfortunately, we had a fight the morning of and it was starting to look like it was going to be a bad day. But how could we not enjoy going out. We were only a walk away from Coney Island. So by 4-5 o clock, we put our anger aside and headed to the beach. We weren’t in the best swimwear (LOL), but we hopped in to the salty beach water and played around like little children. Just swimming around and being in the moment. Oh how I miss those days. Unfortunately, in the Bronx, there are few places where you are in walking distance of the beach (If at all?) And Orchard beach sucks. Last time I was there, there were trash cans in the water (because of high tide). All the trash was floating on the top, like dirty diapers and food containers. It was disgusting. But that isn’t what matters right? It’s the good memories that we must hold onto right? Not the bad. So remember the last time you and someone special played together and enjoyed yourself. They may not be in your life anymore, but put that positive spin in your life this morning.

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Posted in Blog, Bronx, Evicted, Fight, Grandmother, Married, Phone Call, Pizza, Screwed, Snow, Stories, storage on January 7, 2008 by RosaC

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WTF of the Week: Strange Call

Posted in Fight, Married, Phone Call on December 15, 2007 by RosaC

So I get a voice mail from my mother. It says more or less “Sweetie, someone called your grandmother and told her you were getting married and their pissed. Why am I the last to know?” Ooooooooooooooooook. I am a quiet person and don’t tell anyone about the things that are going on in my life. I also don’t give my grandmother’s number to anyone (I don’t even know it). Yet some stranger calls my grandparents and LIES to them about me getting married. and on top of that, say they are pissed and start a fight with my grandfather. WTF! What the hell is going on here? Some random person makes up a crazy story about me and than screams at my grandparents! Who can it be? Man, why is my life so weird?

I hope you enjoy my WTF of the Week.