Just an update...

Ok, so most of you may know of how my wife was in the hospital for a week....and I appoligize that I have not updated on here at all for over a month. That was close to a month ago that Brandie was in Legacy Good Samaritan here in Portland OR.
For anyone who does not know what is going on with her, she has a blood clot in her left lung, her right atrium of her heart is enlarged from the blood clot causing pulmenary strain...she was kinda dehydrated, her thyroid was in a major storm like state and had sweeled up to the size of her fist in the matter of minutes....and after a battery of tests were done, she was told that she has Hypertyroidism and more specifically a form of it called Graves Disease.
For a while when she first got out of the hospital I was having to give her shots of a blood thinner str8 injected into the fatty tissue of her tummy...and was taking upwards of 26 pills a day. She doesn't take as much meds anymore for the time being and that's a good thing...but her blood levels are not where the docs would like to see them at yet...so we don't know if I will have to give her those shots again. I am praying that I don't because it killed me everytime I had to poke her. To see her cry from the pain...I don't wish it on anyone.
So we went and saw her endocrinoligist the other day...and the option of surgery to take out her thyroid is a possibility...seeing as they saw two masses inside of the glad itself on either side but cannot do it as of yet because again of the blood thinners and all of that. So for now, I give her her meds for her heart and the commidin..which just ran out...and I pray every day for the best and that she gets better.
I know I may not have been much of a "lover" to her lately...but I am trying. I have even went as far as to sleep on the couch for the last month so she can be comfortable in the bed and roll with the punches as they come...
But everyday she gets better and better.
Keep us in your prayers....keep her in your prayers more so then I... Thank you and have a Merry Christmas all..

We are going to be trying to have a good Christmas..she deserves a break ya know?

Bleesed Be,

Reese

Burbank sucks....

So,this is the pic of one of the actors from Boston Legal (pardon my spelling). His first name is Peter....I actually got a chance to walk up to him and quitly shake his hand and got his autograph. I have to say....He really was totally awsome. He was all smiles and verry soft spoken....Looks a hell of alot better then you see him on tv.
So now I am in the Holiday Inn in Burbank....I have a huge king size bed all to myself...and all I want is my wife next to me. I have an ortho appointment tomorrow at 9 am then I fly back up to Portland. I was a tad bummed that I didn't get to see any friends I did have back here in L.A. It's better off that way though. I don't mind hangin out and playin' pool, singin'.....But I can do without the idots that get so drunk that they don't remember where the bathroom is...christ am I over that atmosphere.
Anywho....I should get to bed soon. But there is Law and Order on...nice... Hope ya'all have fun soon......and play safe. Brandie if you read this....I love you and I miss you.

Reese Ramirez

Margaret Cho-Gay Marriage

Ok, so here is a clip that I found on YouTube. It's Margret Cho and I think she's funny as all hell and I think the messege in this clip is kinda str8 forward and what alot of people wish they could say...well, most of us say it anyways! Enjoy! And when you get done with the first one...watch the second one!

...Foamy clips...

Ok so these are two Foamy things that I thought were great...if you are offended by a squirl cussing and ranting....then I suggest you don't watch it and just skip over this....

Love you y'all!

Random things...

Ok,
So I know that there are alot of cool things on the internet these days. Well, I personally love coming back to one site in particular that keeps me laughing and though may have cussing in it, it makes me feel better sometimes when I'm not feelin so great. So I thought I would share some of it with you.
It's called illwillpress.com and if you go there, just click on toons and just start going through them one by one. If you are offended by a squirl cussing and going off about random every day things, then I wouldn't advise that you check it out. But hey, he says what most of us are thinking anyways and just can't or won't say it. But please do keep in mind that it is just for entertainment. Please by no means take it seriously. Just thought I would share that with you...Hope you enjoy it.


Reese Ramirez

To Tired...

So, I'm completely bored...I'm so bored that I don't even really have the brain power to come up with a totally creative blog page for today....How lame is that?!?!?!?! Blah...so maybe I think I will go lay down on the couch and watch some CSI or something...

Oh! But I did do something new in the last day...I signed up for college again. I will be attendeing Everest College (formally Bryman) and getting my Associates Degree in criminal justice. This will be kind of like a refreshers course in some parts for me, and many others...it will be all totally new and I will love every minute of it. So, I will have my gaurd card back...and I will be working with the Portland Police Department when assigned to a ride along...(that's down the road but I wish it was now...)

Anywho, that is all that's new with me...blah.

Reese

Kids...

There is no telling how many people per day get affected by what others say of feel about them. Did you know that most of all teenage suicides is because of teasing from other kids? Did you know that a majority of the time it's name calling like "Fag" "Queer" and the like that get these kids so upset? Bear in mind that some of these kids really aren't gay in the least. And what about the ones that are?

It's been discovered awhile ago that the ones who really were gay, or thought they were, couldn't talk to their parents about the teasing and weather it had any validity in it. And they thought that their parents would dis-own them,beat them...what ever negative reaction they thought they'd get. And for them, they figured that suicide would be easier to deal with then facing their parents.

Why you may ask am I talking about this, well I think it's something that everyone needs to be aware of. Especially if they have children of their own. If what we pass on to our kids is that it's wrong to be who you are, or to even so much as come and talk to us about how they feel....then what really are we teaching them to be when they grow up into adults? I would rather be able to talk to my parents,regardless...then to commit suicide. But not everyone is like me.

So, if you think something is going on with your kids...don't be afraid to talk with them about it. Reassure them that you love them and don't take a defensive approach. Encourage them to always have that open line of communication with you, about anything. And if they say something that you don't like, or didn't want to hear...express that you will need a time to understand or digest what they have just said. If it is that they are gay or trans or what ever, read up on the subject. Join PFlag....encourage your child to be apart of a support group. (BTW,PFlag stands for Parents,Friends of Lesbian and Gay children. You can find a local chapter in your phone book or online.)

So, please...for the sake of our children, open your hearts and your mind. Have a talk with them ...tell them you love them..and help them be the best person they can be.

Peace and love to y'all,
Reese

Love this video...

Ok, so it's nothing new to know that I like music. I have always been for the heavy metal, punk/goth stuff. My Chemical Romance is actually really good. Here is one of their video's. It's one of the ones I like other then the one that is on my myspace page. You can also see more video's of theirs on You Tube, just search the bands name.

ENJOY!

TEENAGERS SCARE THE LIVIN' SH*T OUT OF ME! THEY COULD CARE LESS AS LONG AS SOMEONE WILL BLEED, SO TUCK IN YOUR CLOTHS AND I'LL STRIKE A VIOLENT POSE. MAYBE THEY'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE BUT NOT ME!

So, I don't know how most of you are today, but I am tired as all hell. As of late, my legs have been killing me like all hell and I can't really tell why. They are hurting now and then like they used to, with sharp intense pain running down my legs. Other times, I just feel like my legs need to keep moving. That's classic with RLS, but far as I know I don't have that. I guess it's just residual nerve damage from the back surgeries. Nice.

How is the weather where ever you (the one reading this) is? It's about 74 here, but in the low side of it..it's cold and over cast, the sky is threatening to unleash a torrent of rain fall. It's some what needed. Unless you are one of those people that water their lawn for 3 hours a day everyday...you don't need it, your lawn is probly dying by now and praying for the sun....

I also have been dealing with my insomnia and it seems like the meds that I have that are supposed to make me sleepy, arent. So, I tried uping the dosage myself and that didn't work. Don't worry I didn't over do it, just took one extra Soma. So I am going to have to go see my doctor real soon here about it as well as the rods that keep shifting in my ass. Trust me, it doesn't make it easy to fall asleep when you lay down and you barly turn one way and you feel a pop,move back to where you were, and it pops again...

I pray for the day when I will be done will all this crap. But before that day can even come, I have to go BACK down to L.A. and be seen by one of the doc's that is also a workmans comp ortho, but I have a feeling that they are trying to turn me into shish kabob. Their and insurance company, it's their job to ruin peoples lives.

So until october, I am supposed to just deal with seeing my doc up here in Portland who isn't an ortho and has requested that I be seen by one up here or if need be, to be seen down back in CA! It took 3 months for autherization for Pain Management. But I can't start that till september...I've been up here for 6 months, it took 3 months to find a place to go to for my medical needs, found the closest Concentra to me, and had to wait all this time. Noone should have to suffer that way. Not only physically, but emotionally. I guess that's health care today...and it blows. Better pray you don't get injured on the job.

Anywho, I suppose I should end this now so I don't ramble on like I have a tendency to do anyways.




Get Your Emo Kid Now <3

Here's something for everyone as well, I have started a online support group for the trans community and the friends and family that support,love us. It's for every one who wants to lend support to those going through this stage in their life, as well as ask questions if you have any.

There is nothing better then going and hanging with people that you know you are safe with.
So please if you or you know anyone who is transgender or trans sexual...or just feels that something is off...I welcome everyone.

Feel free to ask me personally any questions if you have any....

Blessed be and love to y'all!

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The age of You Tube...

So...anyone can have a You Tube account....it's not really a new trend, but it's still booming just like myspace. I have both.....(I will insert the links when I'm done here huh.....)

You Tube, I have found is actually a great place to find vintage video's of your favorite bands and even show case your own if you happen to have one. The thought of being seen by millions of people every day.....just a click away.....it's pretty cool.

MySpace....same thing really. You can be just a click away from viewing your favorite celebrity or the boy/girl next door...You can perv any pics they post up and stalk them with out anyone ever knowing it. Ain't the computer age great? I personally think that if you don't have the balls to talk to the girl/boy next door even though you see one another every day...well..it DOES talk some brass one's just to say hi when your nerves feel like they are all live wires and you are going to explode if that person even smiles in your general direction...

But stars? Come on....When will people see these people for as they are....people. I mean what do all these people keep on telling us? "I'm just a normal person just like you!" I don't recall getting a death threat though for just being me. I guess it goes with the job though...you get put into the lime light...you get mixed reviews. You don't go into the lime light...your just the average American that the tabloids won't really bother with. It's great to be us I guess.

Personally, someone like Paris Hilton shouldn't be famous just because her daddy busted his ass to make an empire! What does she do? Nothing...she spends HIS money....drives cars that HE probably bought....and to top it all off, gets preferential treatment when she goes to jail. And even when she does finally make it TO jail....she's out with in 3 days because she's having a nervous breakdown...NEWS FLASH...IT'S NOT A COZY 10 STAR RESORT! IT'S NOT A VACATION!

She was put in for doing wrong...but she got a slap on the wrist time and time again... She gets out..and she's right back where she started...back to partying with "FIRECROTCH" by her side.

I seriously think that she is one of the major reasons why Lindsy Lohan (oh how ever the hell you spell her name!) is the way that she is.

Think about it, if she wasn't hangin' out with someone like Paris sayin "Dude, it's SOOOO HOT to be drunk and act an ass..you should do it! You'd be sooo damn cool...That's hot!" Do you really think she would have NEEDED to have all the crap she has on her. I mean...if you look up either of their names on You Tube and even MySpace, you are sure to find plenty of spoofs of them every where...You may even find paperazzi shots of them being a public ass!

Ugh....I'm done, Stick a fork in me then gag me with a spoon!

Anyways....you can use You Tube for research of your favorite band and to even see the spoofs. Hell, you can even make a spoof if you felt like it! Myspace is just like any where else, it's a good little breading ground for rumors and viruses.....so choose your friends on there wisely and don't open anything from anyone you don't know otherwise...you may unload something bad on your comp and that'd be crappy.

Here are my two links

MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/reeserent

You Tube: http://www.YouTube.com/VanitysAngel

The only video that is up there right now is of my room mate's cat that I caught on my girls phone while I found her tickle spot..she ended up licking the air uncontrollably. It's worth a laugh anyways... Feel free to comment on it. Even if it's "YOU SUCK!" or what ever..LOL.

Anyways...happy surfing and have fun today.

Reese

P.S. I know I mentioned it before, but I am sure I may have some new readers here..so here is my online store as well if anyone wants to just go and take a gander at it...

http://www.cafepress.com/bestbutch Yep, that's my store! Go check it out!

...For Brandie...

Have you seen this beautiful creature lately? I have, she's in bed sleeping right now....hehe. That is Brandie. I know that I put a picture of her up here before, but I have never just done one blog about her, as I have for my family, pets and motorcycles. So this one's for you babygirl.

Her name is Brandie Harwood, she's 25 years old and loves all things pin up like Bettie Page. She has a tattoo on her chest of Bettie Page as well as to revolvers some stars, some cherry's and her ever famous quote "...Vanity Kills With Pretty Pistols..."

She works her butt off every day just to make sure that we have the things that we need, like food and payment for the bed...our cell phones...and the like. She's really good at what she does and she doesn't give her self enough credit for all the hard work that she does. I mean come on, She's put up with me for the last year! THAT in it self takes some brass one's. Love ya babe.

There are times when she is just lounging around that she is the most beautiful to me. There is a picture of when we first got here and we were laying on the ground, that's where we slept, had to. And she looked so happy and peaceful, I'm going to post it up if I haven't in previous posts...but the point is that I hope this awesome creature never for a second thinks that I take her for granted or don't appreciate her. So this is just my small way of saying "Thank you, and I love you unconditionally".

Now I just have to think of a way to get her to read this....it can be arranged!

Be true to your self, and you can never go wrong...

Blessed be all...

Reese

I love you Brandie

Blah, all kinds of political...

What do you think of when you see this picture? A nice house...nice truck, even a road bike in the back...huh, maybe a health nut lives here....Well, you'd be right. It's my parents house and that's my mom's truck, and that would be my mom's bike on back of it.

Though yes the house is similar to what most American's think would be the good life, I personally am not for living in a complex where every 3rd house looks the same. But it served it's purpose as we were growing up... Sure the front yard isn't huge, but my dad still takes pride in it. So what if the back yard looked more like part of the Vegas dessert, it's all green now! THAT takes some determination.

Everyone has their own idea of what the good ol American dream is.....Wanna know what mine is? You have no choice, it's my blog!LOL....

My idea of the all American Dream is this:

Out in the country, neighbors only about 2 acers away, front yard and back yard total to about 5 acers, a big enough house for my wife and 2 kids, maybe even have some veggies growin in the back yard. Have an old beat up truck in the front that runs, and a decent car to haul around in.

So what if maybe I sound like a red neck, It's what I would love to have. And maybe one day I will. In the mean time, I'd settle for an old red brick apartment like the one you use to see on 227...if any one remembers that other then me.

I have a "thing" for old houses, old cars, old apartments..... I have no idea why. I tell you what though, my Gramma Donna lived in this one house that I thought was awesome and yet looked scary as all hell when I was younger. It looked almost dead on like the house from that Norman Bates....you know what movie I'm talkin about. But oddly enough, even with Pee cocks runnin around out back and screamin bloody murder, the love my Gramma filled the house with, always made me feel safe.

I think that should be real American Dream, to have a home where you not only love to be, but that you fill WITH love and your kids feel safe in and aren't afraid of the boogie man or anything.

(No ma, I wasn't afraid in the house.....)

Any who, I believe it is time for me to go now.

As always,

Be true to you, love yourself and those around you.....

Reese

Various Irksome Things....

What does this cartoon remind you of? No it's not a Worshack type test, there is no right or wrong answer....And I'm sure that you don't want to know what I see but this is my blog and you will find out anyways right? he he..it's good to be me.. :-)

It kind of reminds me of high school but on a more adult scale. It's called the work place. Now, everyone has a place that they go to everyday for that 9-5.....working over time to make some else rich....but it's also a huge breeding ground for rumors and for anyone of any caliber to talk smack about you. "OMG, Didn't anyone tell her that you're not supposed to wear white after labor day?"

Come on, are our own lives that boring and dull that we have to be constantly fixated either on one person and what they do or DON'T do that we forget that, Hey your there to work. You can find this practice in any establishment. And if you can honestly say that there isn't some sort of shit talk where you are, either you are blind to it or you just are one of the lucky one's who really did find a paradise to work in. I congratulate you. I pity the rest of you....

I find myself in the back round of the working class, more like on the benches, the side lines if you will. And it has been that way for almost 2 years now. Though I do miss the act of working for my money...in a big way, I do NOT miss the gossip.

You could be working for the smallest place for the last 15 years and maybe one or two people will come and go from the company....but that 1 NEW person comes in...heaven forbid that your world be rocked but this obvious annoyance to your universe.... So what if that person just got out of some 4 year college and has a business degree! You've been here since you dropped outta high school...no need for getting your G.E.D. It's all a government scam to get more money.....It's not the 60's any more pal.

Now at days, when I go into someplace like say a burger joint. Yes it does employ those who otherwise might not have a job, and the high school kids....but I also see the slackers that stick to their own little click and would rather stand back, talk smack about the customers that are waiting to be served...then to actually work for the pay check they are supposed to be getting this Friday.

I just don't understand how the work place has morphed from a place of business to a place of free money, no work, and the customer is NEVER right.

"Can I get some service please?"

"Ahhhh sir, you're just going to have to wait, I am still on break for another 30 seconds....."

Now, I have worked for Burger King for roughly 3 years on and off from the age of 20-23ish....maybe to 24...But I will tell you this. Any of my manager's would have fired me if I had even thought of pulling a stunt like that. And then I became and Asst. Manager, I had to write people up for that crap.

So why, WHY do we as customers tolerate it? Sure we can all understand that it gets busy, but do we deserve such disrespect when there is no one in line and maybe 1 car at the drive thru? I can honestly say that at any of the B.K.'s that I have visited across this country, I have never had any problems like the example I used, though I have encountered it else where.

So what is the point of all this you may ask yourself.....the point is, in the age of Dr. Phil's and The View and the like, not only should we be standing up for ourselves in our homes and relationships, but we should also be standing up to the people at these crude work environments. If we all keep just taking it and turning a blind eye, then who are we to complain when the system fails? Stand up for you and your beliefs, your freedom, your right to good food, great service and to live a happy life and be happy about who you are....

If there is one thing I can say, if I was still in California...I would NOT be voting for our actor to stay in office. He is just that, and actor.....

Bubu is a great mayor.......and I support him emencly....love all his work he did while on "In The Heat Of The Night", but as a mayor his actions MATCH what he SAYS! I suppose it's a hard lesson for all of us to learn...I'm just glad that my home town is entrusted to this noble and I believe awesome man. I WOULD vote for him again, even recommend him for the state position where the current actor is...only seems right.

Sorry I got off on a rant there. Hope all of you are having a great day, this was just one of my pet peeves that really irked me today if you can't tell.

Peace, Love, Chicken Wings.....

Reese

Bikes and family....

Ok, to most of you that aren't either a rider or a gear head...this may just look like a really pretty peice of loud metal to you. To me? It's my dream bike. It's my dad's '49 panshovel. It rips like there ain't no tommorrow. My mom has a '77 shovel but she didn't have any pics of it up for me to filch off of her blog...he he...so this will most certinly do.

My dream is to one day have my own and if the day should come that my dad says that he can't ride anymore...I don't ever see that happening, but you never know....I hope that he bestoys it on me. I can remember many times that I would help him through the years take it apart and put it back together again. Them gas tanks, even with little to no gas in them, are rather heavy. Good thing when I was abou13-14 I was able to bench press about 120 free weight. Key word there: WAS...I'm lucky if I can do half of that now....crap.

Again, this is my big little brother James. This is his bike...my mom gets afraid every time he gets on it...even though the three of us have been riding for quite a while. I myself have not rode in about 3 years. But trust you me boy...I will be on a bike again... My dad said that I should have had my first Harley by the time I was 21, James got his when he was 21, and my dad got his first when he was 21....I'm 28 and still trying.LOL. I'll happen...

Now, growing up in a Harley house hold, you would not expect to see a Honda any where near the place right? WRONG....trust me when I say that I just about had a stroke when my dad said that he had a 50th limited addition Honda Goldwing. All my life I always heard him talk smack about Honda's...well, 'cept for the dirt bikes.....and here he was betraying me with this bike.

Then I got on back and rode bitch with him for the first time. I was actually rather suprised at the agility and smoothness this bike had. For being a touring bike, it was actually rather snazzy. I can't go into all the extra's that it has on it...but I will say this much...Honda new that maybe more then one 250 pounder would be on it at one time...cause they installed a hydrolic lift on the rear tire to equal out the pressure. Smart more...made for a great ride I'll tell ya that....

Ok, now it's time for me to go and do the dishes right quick, I shall post again tomorrow maybe.

Remember, be true to you and ones you love and you will never go wrong. :-)

Reese

Random stuff...

OK, so if you happen to also read my mom's blog...then you have already seen this picture. If not, then well, I think it's kind of self explanatory...From the back left, that's the turd monkey James, next to him....is my dad-Jimmy, and lastly, there is my mother-Denise. Nice little family unit we got goin there huh? If you are wondering where Brandie and I were at when this was taken...well, I can't honestly say where I was. Though I think I was in L.A. and if I wasn't there when this was taken, then I must have been up here in Portland. Either way, I wish that we could have been there.

And this beautiful fluffy little creature is my cat Arridia. She is so tiny but so damn fluffy. I brought her back with me from MI and is currently living with all her new step brothers and sisters at my parents house. I miss her a lot, but if I was to take her out of the house that she's lived in the last wow, damn near 6 years now, she wouldn't really know how to deal.

But when I go home though, she remembers me and does come up to me and cuddle. I miss my little kitty, one of many that I have brought home.LOL...trust me, my mom loved it when I was growin up...LOVE YA MA!

And this is Bo Baby...he "followed me home" while I was doing my paper route when I was younger. That's what I said to rationalize bringing him home that rainy morning. His owners actually lived about 5 houses down from my mom and dad and Bo and his mama was on the front porch, some how left out in the rain. I didn't have room for the both of them. But Bo did however, really walk up to me and got real friendly.He's been apart of the family ever since. I had to have been about 13? I'm 28 now, you do the math. He's an old man, but I love him just the same. And ya know what?

Every time I come home for a visit, he doesn't want to stay up stairs with my mom and dad and sleep there...no. He HAS to be right next to me and protect me. I choose to believe that he still remembers me and loves me just as much as I love him. I taught him how to jump up for snacks and how to sit, lay down, and his ever famous....half a roll over....he never really got that one perfected.LOL.

And this would be Bo's brother, Preston. Unfortunately, Preston passed away before last Christmas. My parents adopted him from a rescue shelter, and when they got him he was in REALLY bad shape. As you can see here, he was rater happy. He wasn't always that way. His previous owners didn't take very good care of him at all. He was rail thin, had parvo I think, his vision deteriorated due to mal-nutrition...basically they just stopped feeding him. They also, I am guessing, used to kick him as well. Because when my parents first got him, he would snip at your feet if he felt there was danger to him. My mom put him in PetSmart's animal classes, and he ended up graduating at the top of his doggy class.

Before he passed he got over a majority of the abuse he endured in life, but once in a blue moon something would trigger the emotions and he would bite on his own back leg again. But through it all, he knew he was loved and be became my dad's dog real fast. He is now resting soundly and is well missed by everyone in the family, even the cats. Yes, the cat's and the dogs got along. (The poor poochies are out numbered!)

And this little feline is Mya. She is our room mates cat and is really a big baby..LOL. Sweetpea is 18 lbs too, but I don't have any pics of her yet. But this is how Mya is most of the time, right next to me and cuddled up. She sleeps in the bed with Brandie and I sometimes or she sleeps on a little blanket that I left out for her on the floor. She's a fully tabby and a sweet heart! But enough for now huh?

My life in print....part duex

This seems a little familiar from when we were growing up doesn't it? Paper dolls that we could play dress up with right? I know that for some people though, when we were growing up, giving them a Barbie Doll was like bloody murder. That would have been my situation. Some how all of mine mysteriously lost their heads....shame.

And those of us that weren't fortunate to have parents that saw right off that bat that we didn't "like" the kind of toy they gave us....we had to make due. So some of us would pretend that Barbie was really G.I. Dyke or something.

I can honestly say that I had the fortune to have two of the most awesome parents in the whole world. My mom is my world and my rock, my dad...he's awesome. I'm a mini copy of him...right down to the way that I talk about dumb ass people and my intolerance for ignorance of any kind... Hell, you catch me on the right day, I end up dressing similar to him by accident. Gotta love a Fresno State Bulldogs sweat shirt with a jacket over it and a Fresno State hat and an awesome pair of blue jeans.

When I was about 16, This is where I was sure to end up. I brought my parents outside into the garage to talk to them and left my brother inside. I didn't want him to see how my parents would react if they took ill to the news I was about to drop on them.....boy was I wrong.(And for the record...my brother new I was gay before I told my parents...sorry ma!)

I looked at both my mom and dad and said in what is now not the exact words...but ya get the hint..."I think I'm gay/lesbian......" I braced myself the hell's fire to rain down on me and the earth to open up and swollow me whole. It never happened. They just kinda looked at one another and back at me with a semi blank stare like "And?" So I thought that they just didn't hear me right..so I repeated it..they looked back at one another, back to me...back them themselves..then me...and finally stated..."We could have told you that when you were 6..."

Needless to say, I was stunned. So I asked them why they didn't help me out earlier on... My mom simply said "Well hunny, we didn't want to make you feel like you HAD to be gay, we had to let you find that out for yourself and make that decision for yourself." (Yes I did play with my brother's G.I. Joes)

That was wow.....12 years ago. And through all of it, my mom and dad have supported me in any decisions I have made. Even if they were the wrong ones...at least I learned a new lesson, they just hoped like all hell that I learned...sometimes I did...I'm human, sue me!

I called my mom about a year and some odd months ago and talked to her seriously for a moment. She has seen me morph over the years from her little girly girl.....into someone getting a little more comfortable in my own skin...to understanding who I am...to understand why my body feels weird at times and why my mental image of myself doesn't match the physical. I told her that I am transgendered. Again I braced myself for the worst. She just simply said "Ok, Your still my kid, I still love ya."

Though she would rather me still be at least some what girly in the aspect of me not having my facial hair and she would rather that I wear an under wire type bra.... She's been a real trooper. I know that it's a hard thing to understand and grasp....and I love her for all of her kind words and support. She knows that my transition would not be fully taking place for quite some time. But she has just came to terms that I am just her child and that no matter what, that I love her. I will be the first to admit, I am a momma's boy. Big time. Even to this day... if she was to call me and tell me that I was grounded to the house....I'd have to fudge it for work and what not...but I'd be bound to listen to her..LOL.

This is the Fender that Brandie gave to me for my birthday. It's damn sweet. It's better then the one I had previously owned. And I cherish it like all hell. Music is my life. I believe that music calms the raging beast with in....or it can wake it up....it can touch your soul...make you cry, make you laugh...make you happy or make you sad.

Music is the universal language...and it's a beautiful one that I am proud to "speak" a little of rather well. Aside from my wife, this guitar makes me smile and makes me feel better when I am feelin kinda sad. It's amazing how much aggression you can take out on a guitar and yet have it sound so beautiful.

And lastly today...I would like to just insert a link to my online store if anyone would like to take a look at it. There are always things for sale there and there is always new graphics that I am trying to develop and put on stuff. If you want something special, say a pic of you and your hubby on a mug or shirt, or what ever...just e-mail me at Reese.Brandie.Ramirez@gmail.com and send it to me as well as with any saying you would like added and a written permission from you to use that photo.

http://www.cafepress.com/bestbutch Yep, that's my store! Check it out!

Just remember, love one another and love your self. No matter who or what you are. If you are a woman who loves "real" men...be proud! If you are a lesbian...be proud! If you are a man who loves "real" women..be proud...if your a man who loves "real" men...rock on...if you are a woman trapped in a man's body but afraid to be you, stand tall, hold your head up and you put on that dress if you feel like it. If you are a man trapped in a woman's body....do the same bro...stand tall and stand proud. Be you and don't be afraid of anyone or anything. Just like my dad told me when I moved to Michigan at the age of 21, every one's stupid...including yourself. Basically, he was just tryin to tell me, be proud of who you are but you don't have to shove it and force it in people's face. Don't look for a confrontation...leave room for questions and understanding. But there will those that will never understand nor want to. Don't stress them, just be you and love YOU.

Peace to y'all. Sorry for makin a long post again...much love y'all.

Reese

What I got for my b-day...

As most of you know, I have recently turned another year older...crap.
But I will say this though, I was given something that I hold very near and dear to my heart. Anyone that knows me knows that I am in love with music. Second to Brandie, Music runs a nip-on-her-ass contest...
I pawned off my guitar back in July of last year when I was still living in Los Angeles, all for 125 bucks so I could get down to San Diego and back to see her for the first time since we were supposed to of said our good bye's on Hollywood Blvd. That was in feb. of last year....
That's another story for another day..and I have to think of a good way to nutshell it so it's not so damn long....
Well, my birthday was on June 8th and Brandie and our room mate Tonja went to TGI Fridays for dinner. Brandie had been stressing all week about weather or not I would like what she got me...so after we had our initial drinks, she shoved me off the seat and scooted out and told me to close my eyes and no peaking.... I did just that when I saw her walking back towards the restaurant from the car.
I heard her walk up to the booth, and she said "Ok, open them now!" And standing before me in a nice shiny new box was a Fender Accoustic that came with tuner, gig bag....a few pics, and a really cheap strap.....(That can always be fixed later though) and an extra set of strings...
I was asked by her that when we got home after having our cake there, if I would play it. Hell you don't have to ask me twice with something like that...he he...
So when we got home, I pulled it out, tuned it by ear and played. It must have sounded even more beautiful to her because there was tears coming down her face....Or maybe, just maybe..she was crying because she knew she had given me the greatest gift of all...the gift of music.
I will post a pic of it soon up here, I promise. Absolutely kick ass guitar...

HOLLA!

Pics....

This would be Brandie, my partner and myself, Reese. I promise I will put up a better picture of her right after this...

So as you can see, I'm not as sauve with posting the pics up as my mother....maybe I can enlist her for help..LOL. But that is my Brandieboo...

And as you can see, there I am in a little more of my more punk days...was taken only a few months ago truth be told. I will add one more pic to this and see how this all turns out....Then I will be done for now.

And finally I added a pic of us taken when we first woke up on one of the mornings after we made our big move up to Portland OR....

I'm bored....

You know that your board when your own mother, who isn't mechanically inclined (it's no secret, everyone knows) posts more online then you do, and you are younger and should know more then she does about posting blogs online....

You would think that would be the case, no so. She just had to learn how to turn on the computer...she just had too..... *smile*

So what if she can post more blogs per week then I, does that make me less of a human being? Of course not...it just shows that I lack the drive that she does to make an entry when the only person who appears to be reading this thing happens to be her. *Makes a face*

I how ever do do extensive research online about all things criminal...when I say research, I mean that I watch a lot of cop shows...CSI and the like..LOL. But that is kind of something that her and I do have in common though. We both at one point in our lives wanted to be Police Officers and for one reason or another, we both were unable to pursue that field in the manner which we wanted to.

For her it was a motorcycle accident which was devastating to me when I found out about it, I was 14 at the time I think? After she recovered from her injury's, she stopped going after it and just continued to bar tend but still went to school.....A few years passed and she did how ever get back on that bike. My dad rebuilt it, and let me tell you, that bike was destroyed. Try to imagine how my mom looked...I would rather forget....But you go right on ahead.

I turned 17 and I joined Job Corps. I went into Security/Investigations and I graduated as a C completer which is the 2nd highest you can graduate from there with...the highest is a D completer...which extends your stay there for 2 years while you go to college and the goverment pays for it...

Well you are probably wondering why I didn't stay...here's the drama that goes with that..and my mom will kick my ass for this for life I'm sure, I'd have turned out a little different I'm sure.

When I got in to J.C. I met this girl named Mona Dela Paz Pacheco, she was 20 and told everyone that she was str8....then she met me...(I actually have heard this line before..but that's another story...

She kept badgering me for like 6 months trying to get me to date her, I kept telling her no. And that's one thing I don't get, when someone says "No I don't want to date you" and they keep after you...any ways... I finally gave in around my 7th month there after I had in her words dated every other girl there but her. That actually wasn't true at all...I went in there with some one that I loved very much in my heart, my high school gf Joleen. That didn't seem to phase her though.

After a week of dating her and seeing the beginnings of some really undesirable behavior I told her that I didn't think it was going to work, so I broke it off with her. She went ballistic on me and started to cry and all of this other crap and said that she loved me...After just one week. So to placate her I said "ok fine..I'll give it another week, but I have to be honest, I don't love you and I don't want to hear you say that you love me, you don't really know me like that..."

It ended up being a 3 year relationship....

She came up to me one day and said that she felt that it was time for us to "go home" back to Salinas CA...because she couldn't handle the people around there harassing her any more about her dating me,saying that I turned her gay..(again, something I have heard before but never believed) So she wanted to go home. I was 2 weeks away from my last GED test and was ready to pass it..it was my math test...I hate math.

So I went into Exit W.O.W. and got released after being there for a year and 4 months and went back to her home town...I did continue to work in security but the relationship just went down hill real fast, not that it really ever did go up hill to begin with.

She would yell at me for having a job and not spending any time with her, for not having a job and doing NOTHING (like she asked me too) I got yelled at for anything and everything that went wrong between her and her family...

Did I mention that for my 16th birthday my grandparents gave me their '68 Ford Mustang? There's one car I wish I could have back.... I was also the only person in that house that and let me tell you...I was the lightest person in that house. I had to sell it because of the toll hauling her family around every where did to it....

That aside, she use to hit me and the final breaking point for me was when she actually was wrestling with me one night and she just wrapped her hands around my throat and stated to choke me...I just put her hands in the right place and told her that if she thought she had the balls enough to do it..she should do it right otherwise she'd have one pissed off dyke on her hands....

Needless to say she let go and bawled...then locked herself in the bathroom and threatened suicide with a hatchet if I didn't tell her that it was all right and that I forgave her...I said what I had to to prevent a death.... Blah...

So, then I met this other woman online who ended up being a really good friend now years later.... and she along with my mom and dad gave me the strength to get out of there. The night I told Mona that I was leaving was almost to horrible to believe to me..

I kept hearing this saying..."If you love something, let it go, if it comes back, then it was ment to be." She didn't want to let go at all... So she pulled her fist back and I looked her clear in the eyes and told her she might want to put that fist down if she didn't want to get knocked right into next week. One thing you have to remember about me is that I will NEVER hit a woman ever...Hell I don't like to get into fights at all...

She put her hand down but said "You know my whole family is out there anyways if you did hit me" LIKE THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME SCARED! By that time I was 20, about to be 21...I told her that I was going to be leaving by wen to go back home to my mom and dad then to MI...she didn't like that news very much.

Any who....so that was that drama...and life ever since has just given me different reasons not to be a police officer anymore...though I still want to...and I'm going to be 28 soon. That and having 4 screws and 2 rods in your back doesn't help...and a 5th one just added in the last 6 months...I'd be lucky to be a meter maid...if it ain't patrol, I don't want it.

Any who...so now that you have heard that story...I hope you have a little bit better of an in site to me...to know me is a strange and sometimes hilarious thing....I'll post better story's I promise...I will even post about my wife...well, soon to be. (Soon as her divorce gets all taken care off)

Love to y'all...

Reese Ramirez

So I have a Blog...

So, My mom got a blog on here... she said that it's kinda like a live diary. Some that know me also know that that can be dangerous for me. See, I like to have fun. I also like to poke fun at things that some may find offensive or taboo... Not I! Nothing is to taboo for me to think,talk or even blog about!
So, you have stopped by just to check out what Imma blog about huh? Not much so far. I'm guessing that you would like to know some things about me... Ok. First off, I was born with the name Sheree'. As you may have noticed, that is not what I go by now.Unless you are family please respect my wishes and do not call me that.
I am 27, going on 28 sooner then I would rather admite too...and come from a family of Harleys and oil is in our blood. As well as the military.Grew up all and down the nice sunny and sometimes wet coast of California. Though born in the central valley in a iddy biddy little town called Fresno. Ain't so small now, use to be a speck on the map growing up. I had to use a magnifine glass dureing show and tell to show where the hell I grew up at! But now......NOW it's a star or close to a super nova sized star on the map!
My mother, bless her heart for tolerating me all these years....is machanically declined. (But she's getting better, she can turn on a computer all by herself now!) She is what I call a energizer bunny on some major crack! The woman never stops! And IF she does,it's to feed some stray animal. I trained her well...hehe.
My dad, He's a weird one. I love him to death, he's all smiles yet in the same instant he'll look like he'll kick yer ass for messing with his family or his prized bikes. This is a guy who is about 6 foot tall, built like a mac truck when he wants to be, or can become as skinny as a human zipper in a matter of a month or two. I never knew a man that could weigh 250 one month and weigh 180 the next..... DOING NOTHING!
My baby brother.....My dear baby brother. You would think that being the oldest I would have inflicted some rather narley things upon the poor soul. I didn't! I actually protected him when he was younger, though he would be the first to deny it today...
He's 25 now, and about 6'5" and skinny as a rail! I have seen that boy eat everything but the kitchen sink and STILL not gain a pound. Christ he's got some good part of the genes there...
Then there's me...
Yes, please do take a really good close look at me. (Seeing as there is no picture up currently,look as hard as you can through the darkness and weaveing words....)
Im 5'4"ish now...Endured 2-3 back surgeries, Im tattooed and Im peirced. Not to mention that I'm punk/goth. I have my days... Oh yea, and Im 28! MA, ya made me OLD!
I am a splendedly confuseing mix of death metal hate,punk mosh, and good ol Italian/Irish additude... wrapped up in a smiling peirced and tattooed cacoon that noone really knows when is going to break into a beautiful butterfly. (Don't hold your breath)
Over the course of my life, I've endured trials and tribulations just like every kid....with one exception. I've become a stronger person today for it. So what if my dad tossed me up in the air when I was younger in my grandma's house with a low ceiling...so what if I bopped my head up there! I just shook it off and laughed. Who knew that's how I would deal with things!
My mom is and has been a verry influential person growing up. She's always told me that no matter what I do, do it proudly, even if your doing it wrong....(wait,or was that Tyra to one of the girls on America's Next Top Model?) Oh well...the point is, that she supported me through any and all decisions that I made both in my teenage years and my adult years. Good, bad, and sometimes...really ugly! :-)
My Dad, He's been my rock. He's the phone to reminds me all the time "Noon,Remember that everyone is stupid! INCLUDEING YOURSELF!" I've always wondered if he took his own advise? I'm sure he does. Hes a genious!He HAS to have!
My Dad showed me how to live life and love what your doing while your doing it. He also instilled in me a verry firm belief that even if you HATE what you're doing, you smile for the customer...and you do your job 150% all of the time.Even if you don't have confidence in you....You have to make them BELIEVE that you do.
Worked me for at a few places that I worked at...LOL.
My grandparents......they deserve a place all their own on my blog page....I will think long and hard and find all the right (not perfect) words to portray them accuratly and in a great light as these are two really great people who also showed my brother and I was UNCONDITIONAL LOVE really means. My Parents were raised by their own respective mom's and dad's and what was passed down to them made them who they are today...and now they pass those on to us....and I can't be thrilled more about it....
I mean look at what my gave me all my life....LIFE! Can't get much better then that!
No nothing was ever handed to us....My brother and I worked our asses off to get what we have today...or what little we have, but damn it it's still OURS! (Me more so then my bro.....)

Anywho, yea...that's all for now. Otherwise I can ramble on and on and on.....
Hasta La Pasta Mi Bella's e Mi Bello's