Thursday, December 30, 2010

Happy New Year!

Oh, blog, I've missed you so.  Every time I go to write something Isabel wakes up or the husband is hungry or, you know, whatever.  AND I've had so many awesome things to write about and now that I actually have time I can't remember hardly anything.  Now, Isabel would usually be taking her second nap of the day but she was being stubborn earlier so she's barely taking her first nap.  She should be out for a while.

Usually if I can't think of something to blog I look back at my pictures and I can come up with something.  But I can't do that because our computer memory is chuck full and so I can't even upload my pictures and it's running our internet ridiculously slow so I would get to impatient uploading anyways.  BUT something awesome happened the other day so I'll tell you.

So I was working at the restaurant a couple nights ago and my husband had his brother drop him off there on their way home from work.  He came in and got some food and then took my keys to get some stuff from Walmart while he was waiting for me to get off.  When I clocked out I called him and he said he was just waiting in the parking lot so I told him to come in while I fixed something to take home.  A few minutes before that a group of about 10 high school kids came in (mostly girls).  So I was getting ready to leave and talking to Cangri when I looked up and all of the girls were looking in my general direction.  I looked around to try to see what they were all staring at and Cangri pulled 3 red roses from behind his back and gave them to me and all the girls started going "Oooohhh!!!"  It was awesome.  I love public displays like that.  I like the attention.  Don't judge me.  I even wanted him to propose to me at a soccer game in front of like 150+ people, but he wouldn't do it.  He wanted to do it his way.  Whatever.  Anyway on the way home he was telling me that he was really afraid to go inside with the flowers but then he thought 'This is why God gave me balls' and so he came in haha.  See, told you he was awesome.

Oh, and in case I don't get a chance to blog tomorrow, every one have a Happy New Year!  We still have no plans, but I'm sure it will be awesome.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Like Mother Like Daughter

Um.....I can't get the borders off of these pictures because I did the exact same post on my other blog so I just copied and pasted with the dis-coordination.

Isabel went to the doctor today for her 6 month check-up.  The first nurse gave her one of those little cardboard books on counting.  She LOVED it.  She dropped it and so I put it in her car seat and she started screaming at me.  She's gonna love to read like her mama and her grama.  She's been clawing at her ears lately to the point that she makes them bleed, so the doctor checked them.  He was holding her head down, I was holding her arms out of the way and he was trying to see inside her ears.  This girl was screaming at the top of her lungs and she was the color of a marichino cherry.  The doctor says, "She's got some pretty strong opinions!"  Haha, she sure does!  Like mother like daughter.  And then she seriously glared at him for the rest of the appointment until he left the room.  When the nurse came to give her the vaccinations?  Oh.My.Goodness.  It's always the same poor nurse and every time, she sticks the needles in, slaps on the band-aids, and takes off.  Oh, but she never forgets to say "Have a nice day!"


Oh, you too, lady.  

So, here's some adorable pictures of my extremely opinionated daughter.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Good Wife

I can't bring myself to post about my jerk brother-in-law, and everything that happened this week.  I just can't do it.  Because it makes me mad when I think about it.  So, sorry.  But guess what I did for my husband's birthday!  I COOKED!  And it wasn't just everyday American food, thank you very much, it was Salvadorean.  Yeah, you read write (haha, get it? Read write.)  I cooked arroz (rice), that was, thank you very much, DELICIOUS!  And I made frijoles fritos (fried beans), I didn't like them but everyone else did.  And I made some carne (meat), that I even cut up by myself.  That's right ladies and gentlemen, I, Josie Iraheta, touched raw meat.  And the grand finale (drumroll: prrrrrrrrrrrrrrm)........Hand-made tortillas.......TAKE THAT!  TAKE..THAT..!  Oh and I threw in a cake with some strawberry filling.  I know, I know, I'm such a good wife.

So I wanna start vlogging.  Yeah, with a V.  Video-blog.  If I can figure out how to get videos from my phone to the computer, I'll do it.  It won't be a vlog every day.  Just once in a while.  Maybe I'll even throw in some song and dance.  Haha.  NO.

So today Cangrejo was talking to some of his friends from El Salvador that are living in New York.  Apparently they've been Facebook stalking me and they told him that his esposa (wife) is un pedaso de culo.  Yeah, that means piece of ass.  It's a compliment. *Grin*

So I'm thinking I'm going to put a little thing on the side of my blog that has a translation for the Spanish words I use so I don't have to always put the translation in parenthesis.  Good idea, yes?  Okay, I'll do it.  Tomorrow.

And I'm gonna stop saying 'so' at the beginning of every new subject, because it's starting to bother me.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

A Love Story

For as long as I can remember, my dad has always told us that we need to have a plan.  For some reason he's totally against just flying by the seat of your pants.  I don't know what that reason is.  I just have drilled in my head that I.must.have.a.plan.  Well, Dad, I've always tried to plan, but it never really happens that way.  Once in a while you get a twist, or turn, or maybe a giant explosion.  Maybe a massacre.  I've just learned to expect the unexpected. 

 Take for example; In 1988, on this day, a baby boy was born to an un-wed mother in an off the map pueblito in El Salvador. At the age of 4 his mother was killed.  Raised by his grandparents on a ranchito, he rarely attended school and when he did he was a bully and a troublemaker.  As a teenager he was a heartbreaker and raised a lot of hell.  At the age of 17 he decided to go on an adventure to the United States with full intention of returning to El Salvador.  He never made it back.  Why?  Because at age 19 he met a girl.  A still somewhat naive 17-year-old country girl, fascinated by the Latino culture, and trying to teach herself Spanish by just diving in.  She had dreams of traveling the world.....well.....the world South of the United States. Always the last one picked at school, she liked the attention she got from Hispanic boys because of her green eyes and blonde-red hair.  They met at a 24-hour Mexican food restaurant at 2 o clock in the morning after a dance.  He asked her for her number.....for his friend.  She was very taken by his lengthy eye lashes and mischievous grin (and she always had a thing for guys with great hair).  A little disappointed, she gave up her digits figuring if she hung out with his friend, that they would at least see each other around.  He couldn't ignore her bright green eyes, her rosy cheeks, and her awkward confidence, but he was loyal to his friend.

After 2 years of being friends (and after she dated two of his) she was pregnant with someone else's baby.  Heartbroken and somewhat abandoned, she looked for advice from the guy that had always been there for her.  He promised to love the baby as if it were his and to take on all the responsibilities that came with being a father, but being confused, she pushed him away.  A few more disappointing months (for both of them) went by and a beautiful baby girl was born.  After realizing what would be best for her and her daughter, she figured out what she had been missing for all this time.

22 years in the making, here we are baby.  I love you Cangrejo.  Happy 22nd birthday.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


Grrr okay so I was trying to be all high tech and do a post from my phone but it wasn't cooperating so I'm just saving it to my drafts as a message. And just FYI I have only had this new touch phone for about a week so please excuse any typos. I'll probably go home and edit it all anyways because with every fiber of my being I hate typos. We're on our way to the airport to drop of los abuelos and I'm sitting in the very back of my cunado's Tahoe with the suitcases. Lame. But who doesn't apprecoate a little alone time now and then?  Anyways, I like to start off all relationships with honesty. No surprises later on.  I think a great way to know about a person is the music they listen to. There's nothing like getting to know someone and then looking through their collection and finding Lily Manily. So I just put my ipod on shuffle and i'll share the first ten songs. Maybe it'll expand some of your musical whatevers.  

1-The Way I Am; Ingrid Michaelson. 
2-Pop a Top Again; Alan Jackson 
3-Independent; Webbie 
4-For a Moment There; Garth Brooks 
5-Hey Jude; Across the Universe soundtrack (Although I do love the original) 
6-Ahi Voy; Wisin y Yandel 
7-Ryder Music; 50 Cent (Probably my least favorite song of his ever)
8-Low; Kelly Clarkson 
9-Eighteen Wheeler; Pink 
10-Bust it Baby; Plies ft Ne-Yo

Bahhhhh!  So. Much. Editing.......So. Many. Mistakes......Can't. TAKE IT!

Sunday, December 5, 2010


Okay, people, remember the little map on my last blog that shows me when you view my blog and where you're viewing from?  Just follow me people!  Click the button that says follow!  I know there is someone in the Boise-ish area and someone in the Salt Lake-ish area that visit both of my blogs frequently so just clicky-clicky!  So that I know who you are!  And then I could follow your blogs too!!!  Unless, I dunno, that freaks you out, but you're pretty much cyber-stalking me, so I think I'm entitled to do the same.  The prediction I made yesterday was right.  Today was very stressful and irritating eventful but I'm going to have to save that for tomorrow because I have a very horny impatient husband that wants to go to bed *wink*.  So hasta manana (maybe.  If I have time for you.)  And for those of you that blushed or made that huffing noise when you read what I wrote about the husband, I warned you in my other blog that I wasn't censoring this one.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Things to Come

Wooooo!  This blog has had one view!  Thanks to whoever it was :)  I promise I've got lots of good material coming up in the next week or so.  We're going to Salt Lake tomorrow with my cuñado (brother-in-law), his girlfriend, and Hubby's grandparent's.  It should be interesting.  I used to be good friends with cuñado before I dated Hubby.  Now I'm starting to see a different side of him, and sometimes he really yanks my chain.  Sooo there will be that great event.  Then Tuesday we're going to Salt Lake with them AGAIN because los abuelos are going back to El Salvador :(  Which is pretty sad.  They've seriously grown on me and they love me and Isabel to death, and they raised Cangrejo and Oscar, so this is gonna be pretty rough on all of us.  Wednesday is Cangri's 22nd birthday and I'm planning him a surprise party on Saturday I got Saturday off so we could just go dancing together or something.  Sooo that's what you have to look forward to.

Thursday, December 2, 2010


Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,

Welcome to my second blog!  My first blog was created as a place to vent, but then people were following it who I didn't want to offend, so I started this one!  Posting in this neck of the woods will be un-edited.  Just so you know.  Some of the blogs I follow have all sorts of fun stuff going on that I just can't participate in with my other blog because I don't want the family reading that shit.  Isn't that weird that I'm totally cool with complete strangers knowing all my business, but it's off limit for relatives?  That just tells you how different I am from the family.

I'm still trying to decide how I'm going to make this available for reading to the general public, but hide it from some certain people.  I can make it so it's not listed on my profile when you look at it, but then when.......hmmmm.  Well we'll see.  Thanks for reading.  HA!  I've feeling really crazy, because this blog doesn't have any followers, so it's like I'm talking to myself, but I'm blogging. . . . .so I'm blogging to myself, which kind of seems worse than just talking.  Or maybe not.  It just like a diary I leave out for everyone to read, but no one does. . . . . . . .oh my.  Time for bed.