Indeed its the rub.

Well folks here we are again. This is the 299th blog her on the scrappys. who thought we would even get this far? not I says the cat. but we did and with authority we made it all the way through a topsy turvy 2008 and here we are now in a nice cooling 20090. what new wonders await us? aliens? i doubt it. nuclear bombs? maybe. birthday cakes? yes. and i know a certain someone who happens to have a birthday coming soon. its me. im getting pretty jazzed up about the 24th annual tommy day. every year the excitement builds and builds and ultimately i have to work or i get shitty real early and fall asleep on my couch before 8pm. but not this year. oh no. i am going to get extra sleep the day before and make sure to have my birthday off. my bday is a monday this year so i can even take advantage of some happy hour specials and get some cheap food. food is one of the festivals most important things. well gang i dont have anything else to tell about for now but later ill try to get a little more of the good stuff for you. until then be cool and stay easy

Down fo tha brown

Alright Alright cousins and cousinettes, its been a good minute since i got my blog on, so without any further prep talk for the delivery of the content of today's pearl of wisdom. I'm gonna hit ya'll with some straight up migo wisdom. Man do i love being brown, food, family, beer, we have awesome parties, i guess the only thing i really don't dig is the clothes that you may see the real mexicans wear, like the whole cowboy thing, with the boots (not to mention the ostrich, croc, or snake skin ones) and the hats and those huge gold and silver belt buckles. (No fucking way mane) Anyway, some of my favorites times in life have been when i gets to kick it with my dear old dads. Ya see dad is straight up mexican, big moustache, the boots the hats the long western jackets the whole motha fuckin nine yards. He drives big ass F-150's and other type trucks, and my uncle Pancho, severo, toche, joel, armando, and efrain. They all do it big in there trucks with the rims and the stickers and the little fringy thing that hangs from the top of the cab down to the sun visors like this. They butcher there dinner alot of times rigt in there own front yard and always manage to cook every last organ and use it in some type of tasty dish. Now the cool shit, my grandpa once cured a wart i had on my foot with an animal bone. (no joke) I showed it to him one day and the next morning he got me out of bed before the sun came up and took me out to the hay field and got me to hold still while he kicked around a bunch of dirt, he hit this deer jaw bone that was laying on its side with his foot and picked it up and walk over to me and "doctored" it sorta with the side that was laying on the ground. (it went away in like 2 days)-NO JOKE. My grandma, she was like a mountain woman, and she was at least 60 years old when i met her, she chopped wood and butchered animals and raised chickens, ut she didn't beleive in hot water. (?) She knew cool ass shit that i never even thought about. Like using ashes to clean metal. That shit was cool as fuck, if your grill or anything around the crib needs a good scrubbing try using dirt and ashes if soap fails miserably. My uncles knew all these cool things about chicks and beer. (yeah) Like how to make "micheladas" But i'm not gonna tell ya all the 411 on that. George Lopez has exposed too much in the world of the Pencas. Which while were on it i'll at least tell ya's what the deal is with that. See, in spanish we call each "buey, pata-rahada, essay, vato, pelado" shit like that. In english with the english inclined homies, we spit "penca" at each other because in english in means "branch" like we are each a branch of mexico. Moving right along. One of my aunt Angelica's (yeah i got 2) taught me how to give deep tissue massage and how to treat snake bite and bee stings with dirt spit and leaves. (gangsta) My uncle pancho taught me how to treat your vehicle, inside and out. This nigga puts a guayaba underneath his driver seat, and he has the best smelling ride i have ever rode EVER!!!!!!!! Now my dads, this nigga was mexican military and grew up poor in the deserts of mexico. I saw the ranch where he grew up and the room he was literally born in. (yeah nigga fuck a hospital) This nigga knows sht about cars that mechanics wont tell ya. He can lasso animals from far away with his rope trick shit. He can tie a knot that no man can escape. Me? I got a little of this and more from this side of te family. We kick it big when we all get together and make chicharones in our cazo and man if you haven't ever had that shit you are missing the fuck out. Not to mention carnitas and hand made home made gorditas and tortillas. Shit nigga im ungry i gotta go. Keep ya curtains closed Nikia out.

The number one most aggravating thing

Well gang once again it is unfortunately that time when the jack ass scad kids come back. and this i hate. i saw more people with two color hair and tight pants yesterday than i ever want to see. frankly i dont want to see any bu i suppose when being cool means looking like a jack ass ill let it go sometimes. but it was just too much. therefore when i get out of work today i will be making my "I hate SCAD kids" t-shirt and then taking the dog for a walk so i can show off my shirt. fuck those kids. anyhow thinking about this tends to infuriate me and i dont need that at work. there is plenty of that to go around already. so until next time i fucking hate some scaggots or scadniks or assholes. it all depends on what you want to call them.

Jimmie Verlin Glover

Well gals and gal pals, you know who it is and you know what i am here to do, so lets get it. First, christmas and new year have come to pass for 2008 making it a full flavor extra strength 2009. My christmas was lined in disaster as my good ol grandma died the day after. My grandma was sharp as a tac, she should have been a mathematician she could crunch numbers like a kid do candy. She hunted deer and raised chickens, and she never ever at all in any shape form or fashion what so ever forgot a date, i mean never, holidays, birthdays anniversaries she knew them all by heart. She only drove a dodge, she had a .38 revolver she kept by her bed at all times. She has given me more that i can even begin to explain in words. I saw her on thanksgiving to which it had been a year before then and i must express to you that i truly have come to understand what guilt is. On top of all of this she worked hard all her life, in plant nurseries, she drove a cab for a while too, then gramps taugt her how to be a carpenter. They painted and varnished and demo'ed and all the things you can possibly imagine that can be done to a home. She smoked cigarettes til the day she died, and let me tell you, i have already begun to steer clear of those tempting tasty newports. Its true, the death of the greatest person in my life struck fear in places that i thought were impossible to feel anything and have caused a chain of events to get off the nicotine and back on the tar free lung scene. Anyhow rep where and ya stay. Nikia jones out.

Still looking fine in 2009

Happy 2009 team. we made it through one more year. and everyday the not going to jail streak gets longer and longer. and we all hope it stays that way. so lets take a look back at 2008 and see what all happened. early in 2008 i got fired from the good old hiltony hilton. then i got a job at a japanese place and we all know how that went down(shitty) then i got the job at the promenade as a night auditor from 11pm to 7am(also shitty but not a restaurant) after that it was over to the sheraton which was awesome until the guy who hired me got fired and then the new boss was a cunt and she didnt like me. so they cut my hours severely and that brings us to the good old cambria. and thats where i am now. literally right now i am at work. this is what i do when i am here. well this and watch tv. not a whole lot more. lets see here what else happened in 2008? well we got toby the dog and we all love toby. this is what toby looked like when we first got him. he still isnt full grown yet but this is what we hope he will ultimately look like. although i wouldnt be to upset if he turned out like mans best friend. that movie was so scary when i was little. but anyway toby is awesome. what else happened in 08? one of my buds moved to chicago with his then girlfriend but now wife. two of my other buddies moved to new york city. different parts though as i understand. another of my buddies got some sweet job with osh kosh b'gosh and now he flies all over the world. no joke. i got my playstation 3. that was a big day. i still have it and it still works. one day i might get this special keyboard that goes with it and do a blog from home. but i dont know if i like the sound of that. i prefer to get paid while im doing my blog. it more like im getting paid to do it that way. it just gives me that warm fuzzy feeling. lets see here what else did i do in 2008. i went to casbah the moroccan place with the belly dancers. it was good. i had some sex. thats always nice. i read some magazines and some other blogs. i dont think i did anything all too wild. i guess you could say 2008 was a very mild year for this particular sandford. but never fear 2009 is here now and i make a vow right here and now that there will be more wildness in 2009. i might even figure out how to get the pictures off of my camera and put them on here so you all can see all the cool shit that i know about. but until then you will all have to miss out. alrighty well thats enough for today as i cant think of anything else to put down. which i am sure is obvious from the rambling nature of the blog. have a good year gang, and as always GO DAWGS. and be easy on your peasy or you may become japanesey