Interpretation of Slang Story

The young man was low man in the army and he got drunk after dark. He kept calling everyone and telling everyone to slow down when they wanted to get him to finish his story. He was a real silly person and everyone knew he was going to have a real bad morning because he was going to throw up all that he drank. All night long he kept falling on the dance floor acting like a real and people were tired of his of his and they were just relaxing at the bar, as the night wore on you could tell he was really drinking because everyone became his brother and all the ladies were nice and he was asking perfect strangers it they had drugs. Well he threw-up on the way home and the had to be carried into the house, he was really hallucinating because someone gave him some drugs and he was going on and on like a . He was acting really crazy and well he was acting like he was really tough. Damn he was farting as they took him into his room to throw him on his bed, then he started telling everyone to go away and then in the next breat he would ask them if any one had any meat. He keep asking everyone if they had and crystal meth, say man it will make you feel , damn and for sure. He finally passed out and everyone left.
He got up the next morning and his hair was all over the place and his breath smelled like shit. He looked at himself in the mirrow and thought to himself I am a real fool. Dame, I threw up in car on the way home last night, that was sick. I thought I was better than that. He looked around his neck to see a lot of gold and diamonds and wondered where that had come from, then he said to himself that is just crazy. He also noticed that his fake tan was fading.
He decided that he would go back to the bar that night

Slang Story: The Dude

This dude was a grunt in the army and he got hammered after dark-thirty. He kept calling everyone dawg and telling them to hold your horses when they wanted to get him to finish his story. He was a real schmuck and everyone knew he was going to have a real crappy morning cuz he was going to barf up all that he drank. All night long he kept slippin on the dance floor acting like a real goober and people were tired of his schiznits and that were just chillin at the bar, as the night wore on you could tell he was really drinking because everyone became his bro, all the ladies were sweet and he was askin perfect strangers if they had dope.
Well, puked on the way home and the noob had to be carried into the house, he was really trippin because someone gave him some smack and he was going on and on like a battle-rattle. He was acting really wacky and jeez he was acting like he was really bad. Dang he sharting as they took him into his room to throw him on his bed, then he started telling everyone to groway and then in the next breath he would ask them “got beef”l. He keep asking everyone if they had any crack, saying man it will make you feel tubular, dang and fo’ sho’. He finally passed out and everyone left.
He got up the next morning and his hair was all nappy and his breath smelled like crap. He looked at himself in the mirror and thought to himself I am a real cracker jack. Dang I pucked in the car on the way home last night, that was sick. I thought I was more rad than that. He looked around his neck to see a lot of bling and wondered where that had come from, then he said to himself that is just wacky. He also noticed that his fake bake was faded.
He decided that he would go back to the bar that night to find out what all had happened, so he walked in calling out to everyone, hey ya’ll I’m back fill give be the 5-o on what happed last night, and they told him he had been acting like a haji. Phwea I thought I had been acting ary like my homie over there at the bar, but it seems I was just being a cracker, then he turned around to his buddies and said anitcha a cowhead or something, it’s a dang good thing the fuzz didn’t pull us over last night or we would have ended up in church, man last night was just phat, it’s a bummer I don’t remember it all, just bits a pieces. He said that he was glad that he still had oll of his digits, he was glad he still could bounce, he was disappointed that he had yacked, oh dang I am a fool, he decided he was all shopped out. He said to himself I am such a shizzle and crap that is illy, drinking till you puck. Man going out and getting wasted is dope, totally dope. Hey yo lets go do it again he started yellin at his friends, and then he started talking all gansta. We are all suck noobs, uh-oh it’s a good thing I am not into otaku or I really would have my breaces in a broseph, you all know Im down.

Native American Holiday

I was given an assignment in my English Composition class to create a holiday. The holiday I have chosen to create is Celebrate Native Americans. I think they should be celebrated, they are after all the ones that were living in this great country of ours first. I am biased on this subject because I am Native American 3/4 anyway. My great great great great grandfather is Chief Cochise and I am from the tribe of the Chiricahua Apaches. There is much about our Native American brothers and sisters to be celebrated and remembered. Our cultures are intertwined.

The day I chose to celebrate this holiday is June 8th, that is the day Cochise slipped into eternity. I am sure there are other great dates that could be chosen but this one is special to me.

The symbols for this Holiday would be a Peace Pipe.

This holiday would incorporate parades with all of the tribes represented, followed by a big meal in town squares or community centers, anywhere that could hold a large number of people. With meals of typical Indian fair being served and a handout on each of the dishes being served so that everyone would know what they are eating and why it is being served. Then there would be a time for some of the Natives to share stories and a time of dancing around a campfire. Having games for the children, targets set up for practice with a bow and arrow, horse rides for children. Indian dress, jewelry, baskets, blankets and more for sell, especially their pottery for others to enjoy and to help support the Natives to have a better life. There could even be a station set up so that children could have their faces painted to experience what that was like.

Traditions that I hope that would come from this is for those of us in this country and those that belong to a tribe would sit around and share their heritage or the stories that they know from when the Indians were able to roam this land as free men and women. I would hope that plays would be put on depicting the history of the Native Americans.

I have this wonderful picture in my head of what I would hope this day would look like but I can't seem to find the words to do it justice.

My Future

I look at this picture to my left and realize that I am on the way to fulfilling one of the desires of my heart. I have loved cooking for for as long as I can remember and I love creating something for family and friends to sample. I may look at recipes but I always have to add my own little twist, to make the dish mine. Adding an extra spice, a different meat, or even a different sauce to an old standby makes for some pretty interesting dishes.

My daughters and I are having a ladies only party this Saturday and we will be creating some new fingerfoods for the ladies to sample.

The closer I come to finishing this semester the more real this all is beginning to feel. We already have friends that are going to help us put our business plan together, the menu is coming along as well as the decor of the deli. We have already decided on some of our suppliers and their is more to come. In my head I am already planning the layout of the deli, the pre-opening dinner for family and friends (invitation only). My daughter and I are going to name a few things on our menu after some people that are close to us. Our Deli is named after my daughter Shalyn and my stake is all of this is to do something alongside my daughter. My other children and I will find our special place as well, but for now this is on the front burner. We have a plan and we are working our plan. Even our grades in school are good, speaking to both of us the importance of what we are doing for our future.

I haven't been this excited about anything since getting married and having my children. I am looking forward to the day that we can open the doors on the deli and begin serving. Shay and I have already decided that service will be key and so will working, in other words if you would like a paycheck then we would like for you to work for it, we aren't in to paying employees for standing around texting and talking on their phones, that will be fine on their breaks but not on our dime (so to speak), it amazes me when you go into restaurants and you see the employees just standing around talking, texting and horsing around and customers are waiting on service, leaves a bad taste in my mouth, not a place I want to visit again, food may be good, but if the service sucks, I will go somewhere else. We went to a fabulous restaurant in Manhattan called Bon 45, the service was exceptional (we were on a time limit because of the Broadway Show we were going to see) and our waiter had everything to our table, cooked to perfection, where we had time to enjoy it and then served us the best glass of wine I have had to date (and I don't know the name of it), this is a restaurant I will visit again and again. I would recommend this to anyone traveling to New York, it's amazing.

As I think about our deli, I visualize it as being successful, as customers coming in and out. I see us building a rapor with them. I want to sell certain types of art from local artists, my sister-in-law has a business and I would love to feature that as well and my mom-in-law does some awesome aprons and they need to be represented as well. Thank God for dreams!!!!!!!!

Hopefully the journey of this deli will continue to be recorded here and in my journals so that I can look back and see the legs of this journey.