Sunday, February 15, 2009
Pancakes, Candy Apples and Ants
Today I spoke to my sister, I won't say her name but I will tell you that it is my oldest sister (hint, hint). I love speaking to my sister. She is AWESOME! She told me this wonderful story today, this actually happened to her...TODAY!
She made pancakes for breakfast. And from what she told me, everyone in her family (hubby, and two daughters) ate pancakes before she did. They were almost completely done when she poured syrup on her pancakes. Once she did that she realized that there were ants in the bottle of syrup. As well as her pancakes now. TOO LATE! Everyone had already started eating. Wonderful! How much better can breakfast get??
Well, I can't make to much fun of her. Something similar happened to me....
You see, my family is a big family. I have one older sister, two older brothers, me, two younger brothers and one younger sister. My bros eat A LOT! Mom would rarely buy us sweet cereal or anything sweet for that matter. When there were sweet things in the house, it would get hogged by my bros. I don't want you to think that they are mean but HONESTLY they were. They seemed to only care about themselves (when they were young). They have changed over the years. Well, maybe not so much that they were mean but they just didn't think much of everyone else.
One day my mom bought Candy Apples from Wal-Mart. On Monday morning I got up extra early to eat a candy apple b/c I knew that once I got home they would be gone. Yes, I guess I was being stingy myself. Well, that day my bus came early. One of my bros was already up and I knew that he would not hesitate to eat all the candy apples. I left to school sad :(, for I knew that they would be gone.
When I got home from school, I didn't even look for the apples. There was just no point in it. I went and got some cereal and then went to watch t.v. I placed my bowl beside the couch so that I could go do something (don't remember what). As I looked down to grab my bowl again, THERE THEY WERE. Candy Apples. Waiting for me :) . I grabed one and started eating it. I soon realized that my arm wat itchy. I scratched but paid no attention to what it could have been. It kept itching and it also felt like something was crawling up my arm. I finally decided to check it out. I then saw 3 or 4 ants climbing up my arm and all I did was flick them away. But they kept coming. From where? I didn't know. So I then started to look at my surroundings. NOTHING! Something caught my eye on the apple (not that I think of it, it was probably an ant). I looked at the Candy Apple and there they were. TONS of ants, crawling all over the apple. The apple was full of ants! I had alreayd taken 3 or 4 big bites. WOW! Man, did I freak out!
More protein, I guess. Right Sisto?
I will post some pics of my family, just so you can get an idea of whom I grew up with.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Why I Love Edith- This was given to me by my Hubby today February 14, 2009
She’s a factory veteran.
She knows how to eat without a fork, just using tortillas.
She is good at finding stuff in the grocery store, whereas I can spend hours searching and still only find half the items on our grocery list.
She hates the color pink.
She has a sanguine son with blond hair and blue eyes. In the grocery store everyone mistakes her to be his babysitter.
She loves to read Spanish novels, but only in English.
She is physically stronger than most women, and ever since she was a teenager she has been able to visibly tense her biceps.
She likes 24 and Smallville.
She turned fly-stricken pot plants and dried flowers into beautiful kitchen decorations.
She is good at finding items at DI, sometimes things that look as good as new. When I see stuff for the first time around the house, thinking it must have cost at least $10 or $20, and ask her, “Where did this come from? How much did this cost?” she responds saying, “I bought that at DI for a dollar.”
She has black hair (she’s far from being a “dumb blonde”).
She likes my bacon-egg-cheese biscuits.
She is charitable toward homeless or unemployed relatives, like Blake and Eduardo.
Sometimes she buys me hamburgers from McDonald’s or Burger King and surprises me with them when she gets home from school.
She likes to make chocolate chip cookies.
She wants to lose weight but refuses to do it by starving herself, which is what many of “those weird American women” do to lose weight. Moreover, she refuses to ever abstain from eating chocolate; she thinks going without chocolate is the most absurd idea ever.
She thinks the tradition of “machismo” in Latin culture is preposterous. She thinks such men who practice it are pathetic wimps, and she speaks of them and treats them as such. I know she would never let me oppress her, or force her to cook every day or do 100% of the chores.
She was the first (by a long shot) to suggest that I go to law school, before I had any interest whatsoever in law.
She is already an accomplished massage therapist in my eyes, which makes me proud of her—and I’m not just saying this because of some personal benefit. (Keep in mind that she extremely seldom gives me a massage.)
She gave me a free massage certificate once so I could get an hour massage at her school, by another student of course.
Though I carry the responsibility of consuming all the yucky leftovers that she or the kids won’t eat, she otherwise lets me help myself to anything in the refrigerator. I can eat and drink anything in my own home (as long as I don’t hog it, of course) without being punished.
She lets me sit on the couch and watch a movie when I’m exhausted, even when I have many chores pending.
She knows how to wash clothing the old-fashioned way, on a stone grill.
She can wash dishes using a sandstone rock instead of a scrubber. When we lived with her parents I never was able to master that skill, though I tried.
She wears a one-piece pajama, which makes her look like a big bunny rabbit
She calls me “Phillip” to let me know when I’m in trouble.
She doesn’t enforce a no-movies-in-the-morning rule.
She lets me be a hero and save her from spiders.
She’s going with me and the kids to live in Florida.
She fearlessly insists on fixing my “medially-rotated” knee (I won’t let her yet).
She isn’t afraid of heights.
She’s fun to play with in the snow.
She uses tampons, with great enthusiasm, and doesn’t want her mom to know.
She takes pride in being able to drive a stick shift.
She is going to run her own business someday.
She has two credit cards.
She loves avocado and, like me, would eat it with everything if it weren’t so expensive.
Her favorite Spanish singer is Rocío Durcal.
She can make posoli just as good as her mom’s.
She hates being stared at, especially by Latinos.
It drives her crazy when people mistake her for being an illegal immigrant, she being a legal resident for over a decade, especially now that she is a citizen, and furthermore, a registered republican!
She makes the best shrimp cocktail in the world.
She makes incredibly spicy salsas.
She’s an avid blogger.
She likes pets.
She is extremely easily frightened, but likes to watch scary movies.
She knows a lot about Mexican witches and witch stories.
She’s exactly five feet tall. Every time people ask her how tall she is she says, “five feet”; then they pause and ask, “Five feet . . . ?” or “Five and . . .?” It’s hilarious!
She goes by “Madam” (just kidding!).
She is constantly misunderstood in fast food drive-throughs (bless her soul!).
Her favorite foods are smores and cheese cake. She can eat a whole plateful of smores (stacked on top of each other), and she uses more marshmallow and chocolate per gram cracker than I do.
She has integrated a few of my words (very few, actually) into her vocabulary, like “whippersnapper.” Hearing her use words that I taught her makes me feel special.
Spanish is her first language, and she speaks it fluently, but she can’t imitate a Spanish accent in her English, no matter how hard she tries.
She looks beautiful when she first wakes up in the morning with her hair all poofy. I love her hair when it’s poofy.
She loves piñatas and big birthday parties.
She’s feisty. After months of putting up with a neighbor’s friend’s knowingly taking our obviously-marked parking space in our Kentucky apartment complex, Edith parked behind them, blocking their car from getting out, which caused the very ashamed driver to have to knock on our door and ask us to move so they could get out of our parking space.
She uses the word “psoas” more than anyone you’ll ever meet.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
a drop of us
Edith likes to read, listen to music, loves giving massages and educating people about their bodies, loves trigger point therapy and shiatsu as well as injury massage, loves her family and friends, likes to cook (most of the time as long as i know what i am doing), is hoping to lose weight by march 18th, 2009, loves watching movies, is a big fan of 24, Bones, House, Americas Most Wanted, Forensic Files, loves to watch Lifetime televison, loves playing with Kai and Ani, loves being anywhere away from home (most of the time), talks to her mom everyday, wishes she could play the piano, and has only given 2 adult talks in s
acrament meeting, and usually likes going to bed late.kai likes to run away from mommy when he knows he did something wrong, has recently learned that when mom says "kai esta castigado" means that he will be going to time out, likes pulling ani's hair, likes to throw food on the floor after he is not hungry anymore, has recently learned how to drink form a regular cup, always has to have a fork or spoon to eat even if he doesn't use it, likes to yell all the time (if he is happy he yells, if he is sad, he yells), likes to make people at wal-mart think that he has a horrible mommy, likes to run around the small busey apartment (usually from wall to wall), likes going to nursery (he only cried once or twice which were the first couple times). Kai can now say hello and bye which sound more like "ello" and "ba", loves singing "popcorn popping", can wave goodbye, give kisses and for some reason have recently looked more like eskimo kisses. He also likes to wrestle with papi, loves bubbles and loves to yell bubbles.
ani likes to play with baby dolls, have "tea" parties which consist of cookies and hot chocolate, loves hot chocolate, loves her friends from church and her neighbor, likes to whine and not clean up, hates going to bed, and taking showers, likes to snack all day long, hates it when mom leaves to school, loves watching curious george and playing games on-line, she is a good older sister, takes care of Kai and makes sure he doesn't get into trouble, comforts Kai when he does get into trouble, likes holding Kai's hand while in the car, like to swim (even though she still needs to learn the correct way), loves to have books read to, likes playing with tio tilmy, tia rachelle and tio blake, loves to color and loves anything that has to do with disney princess, loves the little mermaid movie and being
with mom all the time.The Papi of the family-loves to read the BOM in different languages, plays the fiddle, loves Star Wars action figures, loves any type of boating, loves the outdoors (camping,hiking,etc.), likes to read when he has time, likes to organize things, likes counting money-when it is his own :(,likes to go to museums and historical sites, listening to music is a must, like to write essays and stories and poems for his wife, lift weights and much more....
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