Spanish Friday

I decided to participate in Spanish Friday over at Latinaish today!  I know yesterday I said I would vlog, but then I didn't put any make-up on today, and I didn't feel like broadcasting my plain old face.  HOWEVER, I did upload some pictures for you.  (Not of me.)

Cuando me casè con este Salvadoreño guapo tambien me casè con una cultura maravillosa.  Una cultura en que la gente me acceptan con los brazos abiertos y una plata llena de comida rica!

When I married this good-looking Salvadoran, I also married into a marvelous culture.  A culture in which the people accept me with open arms and a plate full of good food!

Hablando de comida, hoy fui con mi esposo a la unica pupuseria cerca de donde vivimos.  El otro dìa yo tratè de hacer pupusas para el y salieron algo mal.  Cuando uno va allà te hacen sentir como parte de la familia entonces me siento mal educada cuando no quito mi propio plato de la mesa.  Tienen ''En dios confiamos'' pintado en una de las paredes.  Los dueños del restaurante son una pareja bien amable.  El señor pica las verduras y lava los platos y la señora prepara toda la comida ella sola.  Parece que tienen unos setenta años pero allì estan trabajando juntos todos los dìas.

Speaking of food, today I went with my husband to the only 'pupuseria' near where we live.  The other day I tried to make pupusas for him, and they came out kind of bad.  When you go there they always make you feel like part of the family, and so I feel like I have bad manners when I don't clear my plate from the table.  They have ''En dios confiamos" (In God we trust) painted on one of the walls.  The owners of the restaurant are a very friendly couple.  The man cuts vegetables and washes dishes and the lady prepares all of the food by herself.  I think they're about seventy years old (maybe older...) but there they are, working together, every day.

Blog Stalk Friday

Only 4 hours until Blog Stalk Friday over at Rockin' Mama!  Go link up and meet some awesome knew people.  

Vlog coming tomorrow! Let's just say I am WAY glad that September is over because it has been one hell of a month.  I'm not gonna get 9 posts this month (BOO) because I've been taking care of my husband.  He spent Tuesday afternoon in the emergency room.  More on that tomorrow.

Sad Day

I really wanted to do a vlog for you guys yesterday or today, but last night I got some pretty rotten news.  One of my very good friends passed away.  He was in the Marines and was stationed in Hawaii.

I've never experienced a feeling like this.  I feel.....helpless?  I'm not sure that's the right word.  I'm planning on doing a longer post about him.  Some sort of a tribute.  But I can't tonight.  My head won't let me.  I'm still kind of in shock and I can't really get all of my thoughts together.  For now, I'm just trying to calm myself down and pray for his family. . .and I don't really pray.  I can't begin to imagine how they must be feeling.  He was an amazing guy, and he will always be remembered.  Love you always, Sammy boy.

This is he and I about 2 years ago.  He was home on leave and was nice enough to take my pregnant ass out to lunch so we could catch up.

Furry Balls

I for real heard this conversation today. . . . .In my very own home :

Dad to Mom : Have you seen my little furry balls?

Mom : What furry balls?

Dad : You know, the furry balls that you squeeze with your fists and you roll 'em around.

Mom : What?!

Dad : You know, the ones for my upper arm exercises.


And that's when I realized that my dad WASN'T being a freaking pervert.

Oh, and my mom didn't know where they were.  Just in case you were wondering how the story ended.

How I Learned Spanish Pt. 1

People always ask me how I learned to speak Spanish, and sometime, somewhere, while I just sat there going "Uhhhhh....." someone answered for me, "en las calles"-in the streets.  That sounded like a pretty good answer so now that's what I usually tell people, accompanied by a shrug of my shoulders.  I realize that's kind of vague, so.....I guess I'll put the whole story here!  And then when people ask me, I can direct them here.  Yay.

We'll start at what I think is the beginning.  It doesn't really have anything to do with speaking Spanish, but it led up to it sooo.......here we go.

It all started back in 9th grade.  I was kind of racist in the sense that I was afraid of anyone that wasn't white.  Mostly men.  I don't really know why.  This is partly why I now believe the whole thing about 'people are afraid of what they're not familiar with', because that's pretty much how it was.  According to the 2010 census, about 95% of the town that I live in was white.  And I'm guessing that's gone down from whatever the percentage was 20 years ago when I was born.  When I was in elementary school 3 Hispanic kids rode my bus and I was afraid of them.  (One of them is now my very best friend.)  Anyways, I'm getting off track.  Point is, I was kinda racist, now I'm not.

Back to 9th grade, I had drifted away from the girls that I had been friends with since I was a little girl.  I felt like they were prettier and skinnier than me, and boys liked them, but not me.  (Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but they really were skinnier.  I couldn't share clothes like the rest of them.)  Boys probably didn't like me because I knew that I was smarter than them and I talked down to them.  I had a crush on this boy, and he didn't like me because I was better at percussion than him.  Ugh, off track again.

So I got new friends.  It didn't matter if they were better looking or skinnier or anything, because I felt like it didn't matter to them.

Meet Tori-Half black, half white, but adopted by white people.  Soo.....see how I justified in my 14 year old mind why it was 'okay' for me to be friends with her?

Meet Dotta-Half Hispanic, half white, but doesn't speak Spanish and neither does anyone in her family.  (See the justification again.)

Let me say this, if the me today met the me back then, I would bitch slap my silly self.

Anyway, we were pretty punk.  We hung out with 'skater boys' and listened to stuff with face melting guitar solos and some screaming.  Some people were afraid of us (which was weird, but invigorating).  Dotta would say things that made people angry and then expect Tori and I to defend her.

Tori played bass guitar and I 'played' the drums.  She had some guy friends a year older than us that wanted to start a band and guess what they were missing!  That's right, a bass guitar player and a drummer.  Tori convinced me to go check it out.  So, we went to the lead guitarist's house.

Long story a little bit shorter, I was afraid of him for like the first day (cause he was Hispanic) and then for every day after that for like 2 years (or maybe more) I was infatuated.  This is where the Spanish language comes in, and I'm ending Part 1 of How I Learned Spanish.  In Part 2 I'll introduce you to George.

Take THAT writer's block!

I'm having serious writers block.  I've had it for a long time.  And it's pissing me off.  So let's see how this goes.....

I went running last Thursday.  It's the first strenuous activity I've done since before I was pregnant.  That was 2 years ago, and I'm paying for it.  Ever since Friday I've had like weird, awful, contraction like pains all around my stomach, and my legs feel.........swollen?  But they're not?  I don't really know, but I can't go up or down stairs or sit down without.......whimpering?  Yeah, I guess you could call it that.

Uhh......yesterday I froze 114 ears worth of corn OFF the cob, which is definitely not as wonderful as corn on the cob, but I guess it will do.  It took me like 5 hours and I only got like 15 quarts of corn.  And I gave 2 quarts away because, well, I'm a good person like that.

OH!  I had a nail appointment yesterday with a 10 year old haha.  She did a pretty good job, and it was definitely worth my 2 dollars.  She even gave me a punch card and my 5th appointment is FREE.  She was ridiculously professional, for a 10 year old.

I'm watching the original version of the movie Arthur.  It's different, but it's still pretty funny.  I still love Russel Brand and it's kind of weird that the original Hobson was a man, but I'll get over it, because I've decided that I love Liza Minnelli.

Wellllll, I shouldn't really be blogging because I have to make 10 or 12 (I haven't decided yet) soft baby blocks before Saturday because I have two baby showers to attend.  I'll put pics up because they are fabulous.  Maybe a tutorial???  Hmmm.......I've never done one.  But if you want a tutorial, leave a comment and let me know and I'll see what I can do.

Peace out for now, bitches.

Blog Stalk Friday

Happy September everyone.  I guess.  I have a lot to say, but I'm to lazy to write it.  (Seems like that happens a lot doesn't it?)  So I'll just be linking up over at Rockin Mama's for Blog Stalk Friday.  Check it out.