Tuesday, December 10, 2013

New COUGAR in Town!


Move over Courtney Cox! There’s a new Cougar in Town: *ME*  

Wow! Today I’m turning 40! WHAT?!?! How the hell did that happen? I honestly don’t feel that old! Well, maybe a little with some pain in my right knee and lower back after running 6 miles; but, I can still run 6 miles in one hour!!! Ha! (Not bad for this old lady!) 

What a journey my life is been! Unbelievable!!! … First, I would like to thank Jesus, or the Jewish God, or Allah, or Tom Cruise; or, whoever is watching over me! Hahahahaha!!! Thank you very much dude, I really appreciate it! ;-)

I would like to thank my children: Reece, Rio and Sabrina for their unconditional love, for their support to all my crazy ideas; and, for their understanding towards me! My dear children: you guys are the light of my life, the joy of my heart, the smile in my soul, the pride of my being! I know I’ve told you many times, “Never place your happiness in someone else’s hands”; but, my happiness has always been in “your” hands! The three of you are my World!  I love you so much!  My commitment as a Mother continues just as I promised you from the moment you were born, all the way until the day I die. (“Para… Para… Paradise”) <3 <3 <3 <3



Les Brown said, Sometimes you’ve got to believe in someone else’s belief in you until your belief kicks in.And without a doubt, that’s my friend Wendy! Wendy believed in me, even before I believed in myself!!! I’ve told Wendy many times that she was my strength; when I was weak.  When all the nasty things from my divorce were happening; every single time I fell down, Wendy picked me up! Every time I couldn’t sleep, Wendy heard me out! Every time I had doubt, Wendy reassured me that everything was going to be fine! But, every single time I cried (and I cried a lot during those dark days!) Wendy would tell me, “It’s OK! Let it all out! Go to sleep if you need to. But tomorrow, wake up, put your make-up on, and go back and fight for your kids again!” (I call this the Warrior Attitude) For the past five years, that’s the attitude I’ve grown accustomed to. Every single setback I’ve suffered, every painful defeat, every financial disappointment; I cried it out! Sleep it off if I needed to. But, I’ve always kept the same attitude I’ve learned from Wendy! I wake up, put my make-up on; and, go back and fight again!!!!  They say that Behind every great man there's a great woman. In my case, Behind every great woman there’s another awesome ‘badass’ woman; and in my story book, that “badass” woman is Wendy! 

Wendy: I just want to tell you that every single time I talk to you and I share my dreams and goals; and all the other craziness that goes inside my head, you’re the only person who doesn’t seem shocked! You are the only person who encourages me 100% to continue with this wild adventure! Every single time I talk to you, I feel like I can fly!!!! And that means so much to me; every time I talk to you I recharge my energy to be able to continue on. Thank you so much for joining me in this journey, for sharing the laughs and also the tears. I’m so blessed to have you in my life, Wendy! And I love you so much! “Started from the bottom, now we’re here!” LOL! :-D


What about all my crazy marketing ideas? Well, for the past two years, there are 3 people who’d never judge me, never asked me “why”, and never said “no”. I would like to thank my good friend and personal photographer, Beth! Oh my dear Beth! Never a dull moment with you! I love you so much! <3 My graphic designer Fredy Paz, muchas gracias mi querido Chapín! And my web designer and computer guru: Jayson Lopez. The Super Bond Girl brand has gone worldwide; but, I couldn’t have done it without you!  I love you all! <3 Special thanks also to: Michael Whalen from AIA Surety, to my business advisor: Nicole Kinney and my accountant: Lourdes Godinez. It does take a ‘village’ to raise a child! LOL! ;-)

To the best cheerleaders, dreamers and supporters I could ever ask for: Alex Marquez, Paola Vargas Marquez, Gildy Lopez, David Murillo, Rowena Zarate, Ken Delano, Rachel Gartman, Asher Higgens, Joe Cameron Duron, my aunt Hilda Gutierrez and my uncle Hugo Gutierrez. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!!!!! 

Special thanks to my Sister-in-Law, Christina Corrales who I really didn’t get to know at a personal level until she divorced “my” brother. Gosh! Tina! Xoxo! And to the man who continues to show my children what a real Father, Husband and Honorable Man should be: Johnny F. (Red Carpet ready, Johnny!)  ;-)


Thank you to my friends and forever-sisters back from my PTA days at Harada Elementary in Eastvale, CA: Kelli Marine, Claudine Minder, Cindy Poer, Whitney Fernandez, Jill McGary, Ann Alperin and Tex Campos. Hugs and kisses to you! Muah!

I want to give a very special THANK YOU to the FBI for giving me the best Birthday present ever this year! Yesterday, the FBI indicted 18 Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department “pigs” ßOpps! Did I say that out loud? That’s right! Fucking PIGS!!! I keep saying it: LASD = CORRUPTION!!!! I can’t wait to blog about these motherfuckers! “Shame is the Legacy of Fools” Once again, thank you FBI!!!! <3  
News link: http://youtu.be/e0KhpDqgWzo  
FBI website: http://www.fbi.gov/losangeles/press-releases/2013/eighteen-charged-as-a-result-of-federal-investigation-into-corruption-and-civil-rights-abuses-by-members-of-los-angeles-county-sheriffs-department

Thank you too, to all my fans worldwide, especially to the: Netherlands, Germany, Russia, Latvia, United Kingdom, Canada, Guatemala, France, India and my beautiful country the United States!!!! Xoxo! <3

In loving memory of Shorty Rodriguez, a great friend of mine who passed away this year. You’ll be forever in my heart! R.I.P. Shorty! <3

And lastly, I would like to thank my wonderful new husband… Ah! Wait! I don’t have one of those! Hahahahahahaha!!! :-P

Ladies and Gentlemen! Without further adieu! I’ll present to you…

My Top 20 List: “My Life at 40”

No. 20 – At 40, I do what I WANT!

No. 19 – At 40, “I’m different, yeah, I’m different!”

No. 18 – At 40, I’ve been given the opportunity to make my dreams a Reality! <3

No. 17 – At 40, the older I get, the less I give a shit! And I’m happy! Go figure?

No. 16 – At 40, I’m not afraid to express myself! And I always speak my mind!

No. 15 – At 40, I’m still the same woman, but with POWER!

No. 14 – At 40, my gods are: Madonna, Eminem and 2pac! :-D

No. 13 – At 40, I don’t take shit from nobody! And I mean NOBODY!!!

No. 12 – At 40, divorced after 13 years of marriage. I don’t wonder anymore! SIZE DOES MATTER!!! That’s why She can have ‘him!’” 

No. 11 – At 40, men are categorized in 3 groups: One Night Stand dudes, Hook-Up dudes, and Boyfriend Material dudes. And yes, I have my own “Little Black Book” hahahahahaha!!!!

No. 10 – At 40, “I got ‘dudes, I got ‘dudes’; in different area codes, area codes”…

No. 9 – At 40, absolutely NO dating: Cops (I don’t speak to them!), Firemen (I don’t make eye contact), Bail Bondsmen (I ignore them), Bounty Hunters (I only say “Hello”), Lawyers (I don’t waste my time!) or any Clients (that would be unethical)

No. 8 – At 40, I continue to be “single” because I haven’t met a man with bigger balls than me!

No. 7 – At 40, perhaps it’s time to start dating “women” (I must be missing out).

No. 6 – At 40, absolutely NO SEXTING, video recording or incriminating pictures!!! I learned my lesson a few years ago. I really hope that the dude I was with at the time is happily married now; and, he deleted those photos! But, just in case those photos would surface magically in the future; all I’m going to say is that “I’m the one who ‘scored’ at the time! Hahahaha!!!!   

No. 5 – At 40, I’m size 2 and I have one wrinkle on my face!

No. 4 – At 40, I’ve been called “crazy”. And to me, it’s like being called “Limited Edition” It means, I’m something people don’t see that often. And I’M PROUD OF IT!

No. 3 – At 40, I’m grateful to be alive and be able to cherish great moments with my children and with my closest friends who are now and forever part of my family. <3

No. 2 – At 40, I believe that conformity is equal to being a coward. Therefore, I refuse to CONFORM!!!

No. 1 – At 40, I’M A BADASS MOM!!!!! And that’s ALL I ever wanted to be; everything that I’ll accomplish from this point on, is a bonus! ;-)

At 40, I’m finally “living MY life!” I love the woman I’ve become! I don’t wish to be like anyone else! I’m just me! And being “Nancy Tiscareno” is fucking Bad Ass!  I always knew that I’d been “chosen” to do great things! But, for the first 34 years of my life, my potential was always limited by 2 men: my Dad and then my ex-husband. I look now at all the things I’ve been able to accomplish without having those two negative influences in this journey, and I feel awesome! Sure, I have endured a lot of hardship; but, I’m a very positive person and I only concentrate on the good experiences!

I get motivated in knowing that the last name I have, it’s the same last name my children have. In essence “a name”, it’s all I got! And when I leave this earth, that name is all I’ll leave. My name is my Legacy! It doesn’t matter what happened before me, it’s what I will do with my name that will matter for generations to come. And that means, I have a lot of work to do. ;-)


Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl


Monday, November 18, 2013

I choose to FIGHT BACK!!!!


It was around 3am, June 14th 2008. I was inside the lobby, standing right in front of the main entrance of the Robert Presley Detention Center (Riverside County jail) waiting for my friend Wendy to pick me up after I was released from jail. I was super cold and hungry. I remember standing right in front of the glass doors and saw my reflection. My hair was a mess! My make up was smeared! I was only wearing a tank top, underwear, shorts and flip flops (the deputy who detained me never gave me a chance to change clothing) and at the time I weighted less than 100 pounds. I looked sick, weak and lost. I thought to myself, “I look like a druggie”.

I was in complete disbelieve that Javier (a deputy sheriff and now my ex-husband) had lowered himself to the scum bag level to try to get rid of me. Javier lied and said that I’d beat him up, causing so much drama to our family, simply because I was no longer under his control.  I never thought that he would lie and do such a thing, especially since he’s a police officer. But, I understand now, that some people tend to do stupid things when they are desperate.

As I continued to look at my reflection in the glass, I told myself: “It doesn’t get any lower than this! I’m like a worm in the dirt! I have nothing! No money, no home, no kids, no clothes, no job and nowhere to go!” I felt very sad, but I couldn’t even cry! I took a couple of deep breaths and then I said, “I would never stop talking about what just happened to me! I’m going to FIGHT BACK!!!” And, fighting back is exactly what I’ve done for the past 5 years!

If you’re one of my readers, you probably remember that Javier and I were scheduled to go to trial this past October. I filed a child custody modification and support (split 50/50) in early January; I never anticipated that the whole process was going to take 10 months! And I wasn’t expecting for Javier to hire a new attorney (who thankfully made him look really bad every single time we went to court!) I’ve been around so many attorneys due to my line of work, and I finally concluded that most attorneys think that “they” are a gift from God to us! That we should bow down to them! When in reality “attorneys” are public “servants”. Javier’s new attorney, Mrs. Alvarado, started to treat me like a second class citizen from the first time we met; and you bet I made sure to bring Mrs. Alvarado back down to earth right away!!!

Our case got delayed mostly because Javier’s attorney didn’t file her paperwork on time! Towards the end of the proceedings, Mrs. Alvarado was trying to blame me for her incompetence. But, I defended myself! And I always spoke the truth! There were a couple of times, where the judge got mad at me and basically told me to shut up and not talk over him. (That’s what happens when you become over confident!) hahahaha! But, it was my case, and I was going to FIGHT BACK!!! Especially after Javier began crying and tried so hard to say that I was “harassing” him with my blog! He also mentioned repeatedly that, he’s a victim of domestic violence and therefore he shouldn’t pay spousal support.

Mrs. Alvarado and Javier tried to intimidate me by saying that they were going to bring evidence against me about domestic violence. I told both of them, “Bring it! Bring your evidence. You both are going to look foolish in court! There’s no way any judge will rule on domestic violence issues that were not filed by the District Attorney’s office over 5 years ago!”… I’m sure both, Javier and Mrs. Alvarado felt like dumb asses when the judge ruled that there was no evidence about domestic violence against Javier! LOL! I tried to save them the embarrassment; but, they didn’t want to listen to me!  

What about the harassment issues? The judge also concluded that based on the evidence; there was NO harassment against Javier! In America, it’s called the “first amendment right!” Obviously my ex-husband and his attorney don’t know about the amendments! LOL!  The judge also said that my advertising is very “provocative”. I would say that my advertising is “shock and awe on steroids”   During cross examination, Mrs. Alvarado was all excited about my picture where I’m holding my middle fingers in front of my body painted breasts with the Los Angeles Sheriff’s Department logo (On a side note; I think that the picture is one of the best ideas I’ve ever had! Lol!)  The responses that I’ve got from that picture and blog were unbelievable! I received supporting emails and phone calls from fellow bail bondmen throughout California. Bail agents I didn’t even know about were reading my blog! In a way, I always wanted to talk about the corruption inside the LA county jails and I couldn’t believe that the opportunity came via my ex-husband! Hahahahaha! In July, when Mrs. Alvarado handed me their witness list for our trial, my eyes got so big! I thought to myself, “Oh my! I just got an early Christmas present!”  Javier gave a dirty look and his expression was as if he was saying, “I got you now, bitch!” I looked back at him thinking, “You have no idea, ‘who has who’, this time!” hahahahaha!!!

When I filed the paperwork for the custody modification in January 2013, Javier responded with “14” pages of my pictures in my blog! What does “my” blog have to do with the child modification? Absolutely nothing!!!! But, by Javier doing that, I knew then that Javier was pissed off! Our trial wasn’t about our kids! Our trial was about how Javier is being affected by my blog. When Javier testified in court, he said that he wanted to become an “undercover cop”. (He actually choked up a bit when he said that) And since his pictures are all over the internet, he couldn’t work undercover anymore. Now, whose fault is that?!?!...  It’s Javier’s OWN fault!

Who told Javier to hit himself on the neck and call the cops on me 5 years ago? Who went to the court and filed a restraining order against me? Who took my kids away from me? Who sent me to jail accusing me of a crime I didn’t commit? Who cause all of this drama? Yes! Javier did! And now, for some reason the family court should be feeling sorry for him! I don’t think so!!!! I personally think that Javier can still work as an undercover cop, after he goes under extensive plastic procedures on his face, of course! LMAO!!!! “You reap what you sow”.

And what about the money issue? I had talked to Javier and his attorney that I didn’t want spousal support for the rest of my life; even though I was married to him for over 13 years. I wanted him to pay me 18 months of spousal support preferably in a lump sum; so, I could invest it into a product line for my Super Bond Girl brand. And what did the judge rule? He ordered spousal support to stop after 18 months!!! Hahahahaha!!! The judge ordered exactly what I’d suggested to Javier and his attorney!

After 5 years, I finally won my case in Family Court! All because I chose to FIGHT BACK!!!! I didn’t need an attorney, I did it all by myself! It was an emotionally draining process that lasted 10 months, but it felt awesome to walk out of the court room as a Champ! Throughout the past five years, I’ve given Javier so many opportunities to go from “zero” to “hero”; but, sadly Javier has chosen to continue to be a “zero” and our kids know it!  The good thing is that I never have to thank Javier for anything!

During the initial proceedings of our divorce in 2008, my youngest daughter Sabrina (who was 8 at the time) asked me if I was going to change my last name back to my maiden name. (My maiden name is Lopez) I told her that indeed I was planning to change my last name. Sabrina then requested for me to change her last name too, because she wanted to match last names with me. At the time, I really didn’t care about my last name; I could have called myself “Nancy Nan” for all I care! So, I told Sabrina: “If it’s important for you to be matching last names with me, then I’ll keep ‘Tiscareno’ just for you. Would that make you happy?” My daughter smiled and said, yes! So, I kept the Tiscareno last name to match with my daughter.

A few months passed by, when I got a phone call from Javier. He was furious because he had just found out that I wasn’t going to change my last name! He said, “You’re so fucking stupid! Tiscareno is my last name! Why do you still want to be attached to me?”  I was so pissed off when I heard him say that! Javier and I were done! We were getting divorced; yet, he was still trying to command me and tell me what to do! I was so angry and I didn’t feel the necessity to tell him that I was keeping the last name simply because our daughter Sabrina had requested it. Instead, I yelled back at him saying, “You know why I’m keeping your last name? Because I’m going to make it ‘FAMOUS’”, and I hung up on him! I said that to him, even before I became a bail agent. I had no idea where the bail bond industry was going to take me.

Since I started blogging in 2011 and after my appearance on the Anderson Cooper talk show in 2012, the entertainment industry continues to knock at my door! I’m actually very flattered!  It has been super awesome meeting with so many people, TV producers, production companies, development agents, editors, etc. I know the direction that I’m now going; but, unfortunately I can’t tell you about the details just yet! I’m really excited about all the things I’ve lined up for 2014! Even though it looks like I didn’t do much in 2013; let me assured you that all the work I’ve done has been behind the scenes.

My friend Wendy told me, “There are several famous people with the ‘Lopez’ last name already; it’s time for someone to make the ‘Tiscareno’ last name, FAMOUS too!”  And now that my name is finally cleared of any criminal or civil allegations, I'm looking forward to make my contribution to humankind! ;-)




Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl




Thursday, October 17, 2013

NEVER AGAIN!


Have you ever witness an act of Domestic Violence against a woman? Or even worse, have you ever been a victim of Domestic Violence yourself? I have.

This blog is not going to be about me and the abuse I endured on and off during my marriage. Believe it or not, every single time I think about the things I went through I can’t stop crying. I know I have become a very strong and tough woman; but, I still break down when I remember those very dark days in my life. I guess after all these years those memories still affect me today and I honestly want to kick myself in the ass for not taking action and calling for help. I hope someday I’ll get the courage to write in detail about the abuse I suffered; so, perhaps others can learn from my mistakes.


This blog is about a Domestic Violence incident I witnessed outside the Van Nuys jail, (LAPD) Community Police Station one Saturday afternoon back in May, 2010.  At the time I was working for Big Boy Bail Bonds and my job was to hustle the business right outside the police station. I’ve written a couple of blogs where I’ve mentioned the city of Van Nuys; and, how the agents and other bail bond companies do whatever the hell they want. Nobody is regulating anything! It’s a free for all! Van Nuys is definitely NOT a place for the “weak” bail agents; that’s for sure!


The jail visits where dying down and it was probably around 2pm. I was standing outside the jail, right next to a tree in the police station parking lot. All of the sudden, I saw two women in a small sedan. They came into the parking lot driving really fast and parked at the only space available in the lot facing a divider wall. This parking lot is very small and it’s also the parking lot for the local library and I guess on this day, it was busy.

The women in the sedan were being followed by a man driving a Ford F350 truck.  He looked so enraged; I would never forget his expression! He parked his truck right behind the little sedan blocking its way. Everything was happening so fast, the women never got a chance to get out of their car! The man got out of his truck and ran to the sedan’s driver’s side and began hitting the driver side window! The window was about one quarter down, so he was able to grab it and began pulling on it too. I was like, is this for real? I mean, in Van Nuys I got to see commercials, music videos or films being shot; so, I actually looked around to see if there was a camera crew perhaps coming right after the man got out of his car. But, I didn’t see any one with a camera. I then heard the man yell, “I’m going to fuck you up! I don’t care if I’ll be going to jail for that!” He was still hitting the sedan’s driver side window where the woman driver was. The man looked to be about 5’11 or so, maybe around 280 pounds, bald head with a few tattoos on his neck.  In my eyes he looked huge!


I was standing so close to where all of this was taking place; so, I figure I should move away a bit just in case he was going to come and hit me too, since I was so close to him. I then moved and hid behind the same tree I was standing next to. I grabbed my cell phone and I called my boss Roxy at the office. The office was about a block away.  I told her to please call the police station and let them know that a woman was getting beaten up in the parking lot. (I didn’t want to be the one calling the police station because I thought, “what about if this guy wants to hurt me, after he finds out I’m the one who called the cops!”) At that moment I noticed that half of the man’s right arm was already inside the car and he was hitting the woman sitting on the driver side, right on her face and chest area!!!! (What I don’t understand is why the woman sitting in the passenger seat didn’t get out of the car and go ask for help!).


My boss Roxy told me over the phone that she was not going to call the police because she didn’t want to get “involved”. WHAT???!!!! I couldn’t believe her!!!! I pleated with her, “You’re not even here, and nobody is going to know that you called! Please call the cops! This lady needs our help!!!” Roxy still said no. WHAT A FUCKING COWARD!  Roxy is actually an animal that’s what she is! She has no compassion towards people. And that’s all I’m going to say about her. (I left Big Boy Bail Bonds a few days after this incident. I packed my shit and left!).


I hung up the call with Roxy and at that moment, I realized that it was up to me to stop the abuse the poor woman was enduring in her car. I then called the Van Nuys police station directly (I have their number in my cell phone contacts, since I have to call the jail for bail information). An LAPD officer answered my call and I proceeded to tell him that a woman was getting beat up at “his” police station park lot. The cop said to me, “Yeah, you’re going to have to call later because we don’t have officers to respond to that right now”… WHAT THE FUCK???!!!  Did he just tell me that the station doesn’t have any cops? When I’d been standing outside the jail almost the whole day and saw the change of shift!!!! (What a fucking asshole!).


I wasn’t happy with the answer the cop gave me. In fact, I was outraged!  So, I walked really fast, almost running inside the police station. At the same time, I was praying that the man wouldn’t kill the woman before I could get her some help! I saw only one black police officer sitting at the front desk; and that was a little strange to me because usually the Van Nuys police station is really busy. There are usually 3 cops sitting at the front desk. And then, I noticed that there were no people waiting in the lobby, no one making the line for the jail visits. It was actually very peaceful and quiet inside the station. The black cop dude was just chilling!


I walked towards where the cop was sitting near the jail entrance door and told him that a lady was getting beat up downstairs in the parking lot. He said to me, “Were you the one that just called?” I immediately recognized his voice; it was the same dude who told me that they (LAPD) didn’t have any cops at the station. I said, “Yes, I did!” The cop then told me, “Well, I already told you that we don’t have officers to respond to that right now”. I told him, “There has to be something you can do! Please, you got to help her! The man is hitting her!!!” The officer told me in a smartass tone, “Well, if she needs help, why isn’t she calling us?”  … My jaw dropped!!! I was speechless for a few seconds there! (Those of you who know me personally, you guys know that I don’t shut up!) I was numb! And at that moment, in my imagination, my head was spinning just like in the movie The Exorcist! I also imagined myself spewing the pea soup right onto his face after he said that!!!… Is this cop an asshole, or what? Unbelievable!!!


I was so angry that this cop was being such an asshole, I gave him a dirty look and I walked away from the station without saying a word. The minute I stepped outside the police station, I told myself, “What are doing Nancy? You’re not going to tell this asshole anything?!?!” I then turned around and walked back inside the station, I directed myself back to where the asshole cop was sitting and I told him, “You just asked me, ‘Why isn’t she calling you guys’, right? The lady needs help and she’s not calling the cops! Well, let me tell you why. She is not calling the cops because first she’s getting beat up outside! And second, she is more afraid of the “abuser” hitting her and what he could do to her later on, when he retaliates against her for calling the cops on him! The abuser knows where she lives, where she works, he knows everything about her! And she knows that she’s doomed if she does something about it! And you know how I know this; because I was once myself a VICTIM OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!!!” As I was walking away from the reception desk, I saw another police officer coming out from the back office. He was one of the regular officers there. I think he heard me as I was walking away.

I walked outside the police station and I immediately dialed 911. I kept on walking towards the parking lot to see if the lady was still there getting her ass kicked. And sure enough, the abuser was still hitting her and yelling at her!!!! I was outraged!!! The dispatcher answered my call and asked the typical question, what was my emergency? I began by telling her my full name and then I told her that I was witnessing an act of domestic violence right outside the Van Nuys police station! I never gave the dispatcher a chance to ask me anymore questions! I proceeded immediately to describe the abuser in detail, but at this point I was fed up with the man’s actions that I walked right next to man. I began describing him to the dispatcher. I stood right next to him, as he continued to hit the woman inside the car. I calculated that he was about 5’11 once I was standing right next to him because I’m about 5’10 when I wear 5 inch heels and I was wearing some big-o-hoochie shoes that day.

I walked around both cars as I continued to tell the dispatcher what the abuser was wearing, what color shirt, what type of pants, tennis shoes, bald headed, tattoos, what kind of car was he driving, color of vehicle, license plate number! I then began to describe the victim and her passenger; I noticed an empty baby car seat in the back of the little sedan where the women were. Thank goodness there was no kid there!


I made sure to tell the dispatcher that I had already asked for help “twice” at the Van Nuys police station; but, I was told by a cop inside the station, that they (LAPD) didn’t have any cops to respond to this abuse, even though this was happening at their police station parking lot! (I wanted to make sure that this statement was going to be on the recording!) I pleated with the dispatcher, “Please send someone!!!” The dispatcher responded, “They are not there yet? I sent the call out as soon as you began describing the man!” I looked around and nobody was there yet! I was so frustrated because in my eyes, the woman inside the car had endured enough abuse at this point! And the man kept on hitting her and pulling her hair!!!!!!

The dispatcher asked me, “What is the man doing right now?” I said, “He’s still hitting the woman inside the car!!!!! It’s happening right now and there’s nothing I can do!!!” The dispatcher then said, “I can’t believe there’s no units there yet?!?!  She asked me, “What’s the address there?!!!” I told her, “I don’t know the exact address! Just tell the responding officers that this is happening at the Van Nuys police station! Every LAPD cop knows where the Van Nuys police station is at!”

As soon as I finished saying that to the dispatcher, I saw the first police unit pulling in to the parking lot, followed by two more! Six LAPD cops (5 men and 1 woman) jumped out of their patrol units, with guns drawn! They were all yelling at the abuser guy to get on the floor! At the same time, I saw approximately 15 to 20 LAPD cops that came out running to the parking lot from the inside of the police station, including: “Officer Asshole”  (the same asshole LAPD cop, who had told me that there were no cops at the station at the time!) I told the dispatcher “They’re here! Thank you so much!” she replied, “I can hear them! I can hear them! Gosh! Thank you for calling!”  (The dispatcher was really nice!)

It was quite a scene, seeing so many cops in the small parking lot. People began gathering to see what was happening. Including two other bail agents from another bail bond company; I told them, “You guys can have that bond! I’m not bailing out that jerk!” The cops got the abuser in handcuffs and pulled him to the opposite side of the parking lot, close to where the library building is at. Another group of cops were talking to the two women, now standing outside their car. And I was approached by a female officer who wanted to take my statement.

Little by little all the cops that responded from the police station were going back inside. “Officer Asshole” had the abuser man laying chest down onto a patrol unit. Then “Officer Asshole” signaled at me and put his right hand up to his ear as if he had an invisible phone, and moved his lips saying to me “Did you call?” I responded loudly from the opposite side of the parking lot, “Yes I did!!! I called!!!!”  I began walking towards where “Officer Asshole” was, when he yelled at me, “Don’t you dare come this way! I’ll talk to you after!”  There were still probably around 12 other cops in the parking lot. “Officer Asshole” had to show off in front of his peers that he was the one in control.  

I finished talking to the female officer who was taking my statement. And then saw “Officer Asshole” take the abuser’s cuffs off, and told him to leave the parking lot right away! I was like, “What?!?! They are not taking him into custody?!?!”  I was flabbergasted! And then, I looked at the woman (the driver from the small sedan), and I could tell that she didn’t tell the cops the truth!!! She covered up for the man who was hitting her! Wow! Typical behavior of a woman who’s been abused and still afraid of taking the necessary steps toward peace and change her life! It was so sad for me, to see that she lacked the courage to move on to a better future.

The abuser got back in his truck and left the area as soon as he could. I finished talking to the female officer taking my statement and she walked away. As soon as I was done talking to her, I saw “Officer Asshole” walk towards me from the opposite side of the parking lot. He was about 10 feet away from me, when he began yelling at me, “What the fuck are you doing here?! Who do you think you are?!” (This incident happened before I became Super Bond Girl, and even before I began blogging, of course! I don’t think that “Officer Asshole” would have ever talked to me that way if he knew who I was). But, that just comes to show you that “he” is indeed an “asshole”.

Officer Asshole was angry and demanded for me to reply to his questions! I pulled out a little notepad that I always carried when I was hustling outside the jail and I began writing down all the shit that he was telling me. Then I looked at his name tag and his last name was “CLARK”. I looked at his LAPD badge on his uniform; I thought perhaps that was where he’s employee number was. Officer Clark was pissed off that I didn’t reply to his verbal abuse; when he realized that I was trying to get the numbers on his badge (at this point he was already yelling at me right to my face!) He got even more upset and challenged me, “Do you want my employee number? Is that what you want?!” he was yelling at me!!! Then Officer Clark blurted out, “3-9-0-8-7” Wow! This guy is a true douchebag! He knew that even if I wanted to file a complaint against him, it wasn’t going to go anywhere! That’s why he was so confident giving me his employee number. Cops cover up for each other! I already learned that from my own experience with my ex-husband Javier and the LA County Sheriff’s department! Filling a complaint doesn’t do anything and obviously this asshole knows it very well!

Another LAPD officer came and grabbed Officer Clark by his right arm and told him, “Leave her alone! Just go, leave her alone!” Clark was still yelling at me; but, he did what the other officer told him. Both officers walked back to the Van Nuys police station.

And what about the women who were in the small sedan? They both got back in the car. As the driver put the car in reverse, she looked at me; she put both hands together gesturing as if she was praying and bowed her head down. As she raised her head back up, I was able to read her lips saying, “Thank you” and she drove away.

At that moment, I couldn’t take it anymore and I began crying as I walked back to my office. Luckily I had sunglasses on, so no one got to see that. I really tried to help that woman; I only wished she would have been stronger though. At the same time, I thought about the fact that I wish someone would have done something like that for me, back in those dark days of my life when I was so weak and I had no courage! I was devastated because I knew then, that this lady was probably going to end up with a bullet in her head or chopped up in pieces in a dumpster, all because she was too scare to take charge of her own life.

Did I file a complained against Officer Clark you may ask? No, of course not! I wasn’t going to waste my energy on that! That’s why I’m blogging about it right now! I think its better to have my thousands of readers around the world know what a scum bag LAPD Officer Clark is! The LAPD has actually treated me very nicely for the most part. I can’t say that all the LAPD cops are bad. Officer Clark is obviously a BAD APPLE and I can’t judge the whole department based on “one” police officer’s actions.

I endured Domestic Violence on and off while I was married; that was before I became a bail bonds agent. Statistics show that one in four women (25%) has experienced domestic violence in her lifetime. But, I’m not a fool; I know men also endure domestic violence. Yet, we don’t really talk about it. Domestic Violence is still a subject that’s socially taboo. As a bail bonds agent I struggle with this issue! I really want to believe the “good” in people, but I have seen with my own eyes the nasty things that “couples” do to each other! Some of them injure themselves on purpose just to set up the “unexpected” spouse and send them to jail, just as my ex-husband Javier did to me. Others have actually hit their spouses with objects: irons, belts, baseball bats, etc. I’ve seen a “man” without front “teeth” because his wife hit him with a baseball bat; yet, he was the one who landed in jail!!!  I just couldn’t believe it!!!!

If you are in an intimate relationship and your significant other is abusive to you; please call or look for help! Don’t wait until you land in jail just like me, or until you don’t have front teeth like the poor man I just talked about. Speak up, please! If you witness an act of domestic violence against someone, please help! Don’t be like my ex-boss Roxy! Who didn’t want to get “involved” And if you're a cop, don't be an asshole like Officer Clark! Have compassion towards other people’s weaknesses. It takes time for a victim of Domestic Violence to build up the courage to say NEVER AGAIN and start a new life. How do I know? Because that’s exactly what I’ve been doing for the past 5 years!


Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl

 www.SuperBondGirl.com




Monday, September 30, 2013

My Personal Legend


2013 has been a very interesting year for me! It has been just like the lyrics from the Frank Sinatra song “That’s life”:  “I've been up and down and over and out!”

I started 2013 in Times Square, New York City! It was an amazing experience for me to receive the brand new year surrounded by thousands of people from all over the world! I’m always looking for adventure! And my last trip to New York didn’t disappoint me at all! ;-)

In December 2012, just before leaving to NYC, I had suffered a major financial setback in my career, and the fact that I got sick with bronchitis in November, didn’t help at all! Quite honestly, I didn’t feel like going on vacation anymore.  But, I had already paid for the whole trip, so I decided to go to New York anyway and forget about my problems at least for a week.

In New York something magical happened to me! I was in my hotel room getting ready to “Paint the Town Red” on New Year’s Eve, when my phone began beeping with email notifications. Every single time my phone beeped it was to let me know that I had a new subscriber on my YouTube channel. All those subscribers were coming from a “How to” Fleece blanket video I made in September 2012. (First of all, I just want to say that I love sewing! Sewing is a passion of mine!) I thought, “Wow! That’s awesome!” then, women began to post comments on my video and I got a great feedback!

My mind began to run wild right there and then! I grabbed a note pad and I began to brainstorm so many new ideas. I think about a thousand different things a day! So, my list was getting pretty long at this point! Gosh, I was getting so excited!


When I came back from vacation I had so many ideas for different projects and I couldn’t wait to get started! And that’s when I hit a wall! How am I going to get all these projects started?! How do I divide them? What do I name them? Who do I want to target? And so forth… Uuughhh!  It was so frustrating!!!!



I then realized that to be able to accomplish these projects I was going to need more time to work on my own. At the time I had 70% custody of my kids. My kids are teenagers now and they understand me. So, I called my ex-husband Javier in early January, and proposed to split our children’s custody to 50/50 as soon as possible. Javier gave me all kinds of excuses of why he couldn’t do it; but, eventually he came around and agreed to split custody with me. The problem began when we talked about “money” and we couldn’t agree. So, I had no choice and went back to family court to get this issue resolve once and for all! I figured it would be a simple process. In April the custody issue was resolved; but the money issue? Not even close! Javier ended up hiring an attorney the same month, which ended up delaying our case even more. I’m representing myself. I guess for Javier it’s easier to give his money away to a complete stranger. Hey, that’s his prerogative! Making a long story short, we won’t have a resolution to the money issue until October 15th, when Javier and I go to trial. Yes! I said October 15th! “Ten months” after I initially spoke to him about splitting custody!


In February, I began dating a guy who went to my high school and graduated the same year I did. (He wasn’t even my type, but I figured I’ll give him a chance anyway). I tried to make things work with him; but, once he began telling me about my limitations and the things that I should and shouldn’t do, I told him in a Donald Trump’s voice: “You’re fired!” LOL! :-P I think I wasted three months of time; time, that I should have used to work on my projects instead of wasting it on someone who was not worth it!


Last year, I read Paulo Coelho “The Alchemist” and I think that book changed the way I feel about taking chances and I realized that there are constant signs from the universe that manifest to all of us. We just have to be ready to see them. I also learned that some of us are looking to fulfill our own “Personal Legend”. This is going to turn into Alchemist talk right now; but, what’s a Personal Legend? As it's referred to in The Alchemist, is one's destiny in life. It's identifying our purpose in life and pursuing it.


This past May, my daughter Sabrina (13) won second place in a speech competition at her school district. The title of her speech was “Follow your Dreams” and even though I knew what she was going to be talking about; it wasn’t until she delivered the speech on the day of the competition, when I saw the sign from the universe manifesting right in front of my eyes! My own daughter was motivating me to “pursue my purpose” in life! Amazing!


I had to come up with a game plan to get all these projects off the ground. But, at the end of May I was completely overwhelmed with my son’s high school graduation! So, I took the time to focus on that special day. I couldn’t believe how emotional I was during the 2 weeks before his graduation. My mind couldn’t conceive how quickly time went by, and that now I have an adult son! What?!?! In my mind, I’m still 18 years old! So, how can I be the Mother of an adult?! Yikes!!! LOL! :-P

And what about bail bonds?!??!... uuughhhh! I continue to have a “Love/Hate” relationship with this industry! Some days, I just want to run away and not think about it anymore! But, my name is so embedded with the words “bail bonds” that’s its crazy!!!! I really didn’t want bail bonds to be part of my legacy!  In July, I felt like it was time for me to move on! But, when you have one of the biggest sureties in the United States come to meet with you on a “Sunday” afternoon because they can see your potential; you just got to reconsider things! I had to regroup, create a new game plan; and now I’m about to go back into the battle field again! (I feel like Rocky IV) LOL!

Right after I met with the surety, I realized that I needed to simplify my life.  I began looking for a quiet place to move into. A place where I can call home; and at the same time, I could focus in my writing and other projects. Luckily for me, I found such a place in August! And in early September, I made the move! In fact, this is my first blog post since the move and I couldn’t be happier!

My friend Alex Marquez told me that with “change”; change comes! And that’s exactly what happened as soon as I moved into this home. Within a week, I got great news about a couple of projects I’d been working on. I’m really excited about that!!! At this moment in my life, things are aligning just the way I wanted them to. (But, it hasn’t been easy!!!!) I guess Paulo Coelho was right when he wrote in the Alchemist, “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it” ;-)

In early September, I agreed to go out on a date with someone who had been my Facebook friend for over a year, but I hadn’t met him in person yet. And for the purpose of this blog I’m going to call him Spicy Daddy (There’s the nickname for you! Hahahahaha!)  Anyway, so I went out with Spicy Daddy and our date was “incredible” Yeah, you read it right; I said “incredible!” WOW! I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as cool as Spicy Daddy! The whole night we cracked joke after joke after joke. We laughed so hard, tears were rolling down our cheeks! I really wished there would have been a camera crew following us on that date because it was epic! I’m sure Spicy Daddy will remember that day as much as I will.

As we began talking about ourselves, I realized that Spicy Daddy is currently working on his “Personal Legend” too; he has identified already his purpose in life and he’s pursuing it!!! Wow! I actually feel very proud of him! Spicy Daddy and I kept in touch for a couple of weeks after our first date. We tried to see each other in a couple occasions; but unfortunately, he’s a very busy man and I’m very busy too. When you don’t have time to spend with someone special, usually that someone special is bound to get hurt. I think that we’re are both an uncommon breed; and perhaps when the time is right, Spicy Daddy and I could be heroes together! But as of now, I understand that Spicy Daddy has a mission he needs to accomplish and I don’t want to be a road block in his journey; nor, do I want him to be a road block in mine. So, we continue our journey going our separate ways.

October is finally here! And I guess this is the month where all my plans are getting into gear! And after so much hardship, pain, failure and disappointment this year, I’m still believing in me! Right now, I have a clear vision of the things I want to accomplish and the direction I’m going. I just need to finish with the family court issues and the trial on October 15th and I’ll be completely ready to focus on my Personal Legend! I believe that greatness exists in all of us; but, only a few people have the courage to pursue their goals and dreams. I also believe I’ve been chosen to do great things for humanity. My plans are no longer limited to the city where I live, the county, the state not even my country. My plans are already going global! I think that everything is possible and that …

WE CAN ALL LIVE OUR DREAMS!

Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl