I have something to admit.

I have not only been neglecting you my dearest blog. I have also been neglecting my prima Sol Marie Rodriguez and I think she may have gotten her feelings hurt. I have made fun of my Mom and Dad countless times in my short blogging career but never mentioned her and she has brought it to my attention that she deserves a post she can call her own. So, with that said here’s to you Solita Jones!

I have a million and two stories about this lady that would have you pee your pants laughing. We call her Tequila Sol and for a good reason too. This bitch LOVES tequila and when I say this I am not talking about Jose Cuervo people, I am talking about the good shit. Nothing but top shelf. A word from the wise: avoid going drink for drink with this girl. Also, try to avoid pink jumpsuits you will regret it later (trust meeee!)

This is Tequila Sol in full effect:



And this is a photo from the very same night except these two obnoxious drunks did not make it out alive:



As you can tell from her picture she has a bit more Latin flowing through her veins than me and my sister. A bit more means half as much more, she is a full blooded loud and proud Latina . Case in point, her Ivy Queen nails:



Here a picture of Ivy Queen - La Reina del Reggaeton (The Queen of Reggaeton)



And here a picture of the real La Reina del Reggaeton’s nails aka Sol’s talons



How either of those Boricua’s wipes their asses blows my mind. As I am sitting here going through my picture archives I can’t help but laugh out loud. I can’t decide what stories to tell or which pictures to show you. What I can decide are the stories not to tell and the pictures you’ll never see. But, that’s between us primas.



When my sister got married a few years ago we all went to the big island of Hawaii . I still don’t think Kailua-Kona knows what hit them. One word… Lulu’s! No, make that two words… Booooze Cruise!







I can’t write a post dedicated to Sol Marie without talking about her four punk ass kids Mandi, Carlitos, Brianna and Lizzy. Her oldest is about to turn 12! TWELEVE!!! Jesus Christ, I can remember when he came shooting out! I was 12! Our Grandma died earlier this year and in true Fernandez fashion we had her funeral and then celebrated her life. We celebrate life the same exact way we celebrate anything and everything else with a huge ass party. Family and friends over for food and drinks then more drinks and more drinks and so on. Her kids really enjoyed playing beer pong with us… Go figure?!

Have I mentioned she is a newlywed yet again? Yes, again. To be politically correct you can formally call her as Sol Marie Rodriguez- Arellano- Arreola- Cantu- Gonzales. She may have not done things by the book but I say fuck the book she and her kids are happy and healthy that’s all that matters. Congratulations Sol and Cesar Gonzales!



I wasn’t lying when I said I have a million and two stories. Like that one time we visited a whore house in Mexico , or the time she got caught pants down ass out peeing by that helicopter at the races. I am telling you I could go on and on and on. Instead of going into a million stories I will leave you with some pictures:









Cheers Solie! I love you Bitch! ♥