Saturday, March 27, 2010

Breakfast Club

Last Saturday morning I was up early; it was my turn to host
Breakfast Club 

We had huevos rancheros, tamales, menudo, rice, beans and last but not least, pan dulce.  I know, I know, a little heavy for breakfast but seeing as how we start at 10:00a.m., by the time we actually sit down and eat everything, that's breakfast and lunch all rolled into one.  Who needs to eat again until early evening unless your a total glutton.

The food was good but the company was better.  Aunt Camille was a little late.  By the time she arrived I was just too full to lift the camera for another shot.  Sorry Auntie.

Its a shame Juan Carlos, Matthew, Jenifer and Carla couldn't make it, it made for a small group.  They missed out...but then again, hmmm...I got more.  OMG what a terrible thing to say!  I'm shocked at myself....A meal shared is a good time for conversation and catching up on whats next on our plates, if you'll pardon the pun.  If your family doesn't already have a scheduled time to meet, I highly suggest you consider starting one.  Time goes too quickly and we become too involved in our everyday lives.  Before you know it, a month or so have passed and we haven't as much as shared a quick phone conversation or two. 

I honestly don't think this came about just because I'm getting older and more sentimental, although that may have something to do with it.  I was listening to Dr. Dobson's show one day, before he retired, and there was a family on his show who were talking about how they, the entire family (cousin's and all), meet at one house every Sunday for a meal.  Can you imagine that?  I can't because on my dad's side, I have about 40 first cousins.  But there's nothing to stop my family from gathering.  We're a small enough group that we can all fit in one house around one table.  It's a nice time and you never know what's on the menu.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Now that I can....I can't

You read right.....Now that I have flying privileges I don't have any time to travel. And by that I mean, I have no paid vacation time.

At my old job I had a months worth of vacation time because I'd been at the company for 10 years (which probably has a lot to do with why they walked me). Although I had a months time available, I had two problems: 1) No money to actually take a vacation and pay for flight, hotel and food and 2) I used all my vacation by staying with Karina in the hospital.

I have a job now but it doesn't pay well and I'm only part-time creating problem 1) No money, 2) Karina has been free of pancriatial pain for over a year now but I have no vacation time.

This probably sounds like I'm I'll admit, I am. I know that I've been blessed in a big way now that I have a job with insurance should Karina get sick. Oh no....I'm trying but I can't stop it.....Buuuuuut! .... I STILL HAVE NO VACATION TIME!!!

Something about this just ain't right. Funny thing is, everyone at work knows I started only January 25th and yet many have asked me if I've traveled yet. I know many people take short weekend trips so I suppose I should do that but that brings me back to the ever present problem 1) No money. If you've noticed, this seems to be a continual problem, always in the number 1 position.

What a crying shame, eh?!

In case it's crossed your mind, I'm not trying to get sympathy. Not at all...I just need to dig out of the hole I've been digging into for the last two years.

The other day Carlos and I were talking and he said "remember when I used to have a lot of work and clients and guys working with or for me?” just days before Karina said "mom, remember when we used to have money?” You know what, I do remember. We've never had money to blow, but we somehow managed to have a little fun without feeling like we didn't know where our next dime was coming from and I think I'd feel even worse about this whole thing if it weren't for the fact that I hear other people having the same conversation.

So! Where the next dime is coming from, I don't know. But, somehow it's a little comforting knowing we're not there alone. Other people are wondering the same thing and with everything we're seeing, natural disaster related, I still feel darn blessed to have what we have. So maybe tomorrow we won't have our home, we still have health and family (don't worry, this doesn't mean I plan on moving in with any of you).

There are people, just recently faced with natural disaster, who not long ago had a home to go to. Maybe they were in a desperate financial situation but they had family. Had. So many children left without homes or family. Parents who have no idea where their children are, relatives totally separated. Those are desperate situations.

I'm wiping my tears now. I just need to remind myself every now and then that things look bad but it could be much worse.

I suppose that if I'm going to wipe my tears I'd better stop talking to myself too. I got myself all worked up and all I really wanted to say was, now that I can take a vacation due to my reduced price to fly, I'll have to wait until I have vacation time. The mind can be a terrible thing when you let it get away from you.....

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Wisdom....contributes to big buttedness

"With time, women gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren't heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy. Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, Good grief, look how smart I am!"

I didn't write this, but I must agree....MUST! 
So, as it turns out, I'm much smarter than I thought! My butt makes my intelligence equivalent to a Harvard degree. In fact, I think I should be honored with the Nobel Peace Prize.

Gotta go.  Need to write a letter to President Obama before it slips my mind and ends up on my butt.

Saturday, March 13, 2010



Pass the butter.............

Sunday, March 7, 2010

How do you say....ummmm...mind your own business?

Our home, much like my parents home, has often been a "resting place" for many while waiting to go on to other things. For some reason we attract people who are in need of a pit stop. Not that I consider us the pits, by any means and I hope you agree.

We must exude a desire to be of assistance, even though we ourselves are in great need of assistance.  We've had many people; even small families stay with us for short periods of time.

If you've ever done this, you know first hand that it isn't always easy. We all come from different backgrounds and cultures. Even within your own culture it's difficult to co-exist in a home where grown adults who have already established their own way of daily life are living under the same roof. It doesn't matter who, if you've ever been in your own home, suddenly not having reign is a difficult thing. Some work at fitting into another household, others just don't.

WARNING! If you're considering moving in with another family or adult, do not rush in. Pray, ask God for guidance and wisdom; and I don't say this jokingly.

I'm sure your wondering what in tarnation (always wanted to use that word) would make me blog about this. Well, let's just say that we recently had a visitor who within the first two days of a "visit", (not a situation where this person would be taking up residence with us, merely visiting for four days) this person first rearranged my curio cabinet (day two) and then while my husband and I were getting ready for a day at work (day three), decided to, without my permission, rearrange my kitchen. Oh yes, I did say without permission and rearrange my kitchen in the same sentence.

This same person, who obviously has a mental disorder, attempted to tell me what was good for my family and I, and TRIED, to do it based on scripture. All this while "visiting". Let me say to you.....If I was not a Christian who lives her life knowing that at the end I will be judged by my actions, I would be on the run. Not from my home, dear friends....but from the law. Everything within me, every ounce of my being considered dropping this "person" off a bridge that had no water below it. I'm certain, and I thought this through, you could more quickly put one out of any physical pain if they hit cement as opposed to water.

I still question whether anyone with the capacity to interfere with others lives in such an annoying way can even be considered human. I prefer to think of this similar to human being, thingy, as alien. Not alien as in from another country, but alien from another world. I believe the only reason "it" is here on earth is that the planet from which "it" came could no longer tolerate "it's" behavior and decided that we humans might possibly be able to tame it, seeing as how we've lost all sense of values or respect for other beings. I hasten to say this but, I totally understand how one can get to that point for I have arrived.

Until now, I considered myself a loving, caring, considerate woman. I thought I had a good heart. I'm not so sure anymore. I feel my blood pressure rise. The hairs on my neck (which were not there until this week when I became animalistic) have grown by inches. I search through scripture, praying all the while, that there are footnotes to the 10 commandments in which the Lord says "situations in which one may kill and excused from all blame". I hear that small still voice saying "Marie, my child, DO IT!" It's God, I know it is.

Maybe you're thinking this sounds a little extreme just for some simple moving around of furniture. There's more. I just feel that to tell you more would put me in the position of vulnerability. You'd wonder what the heck is wrong with me, instead of "it" for allowing such antics in my home. I wouldn't blame you because, if this were not happening to me, I'd be saying "kick it out before it takes over your family"; I would. "It" tried.

The four day visit turned out to be one day short of 2 weeks. But it didn't leave town...oh, no. It suckered another fool into renting a hotel room, lending "it" a cell phone and a car.

Maybe you're thinking I'm jealous of the "she it", or felt threatened of my relationship with my husband because of "it". I promise you, my husband in his own words said to me "if "it" (okay, he said she) was the last woman in the world and I the only man, man kind would cease to exist because there's no way under the sun I could procreate with that thing!". And he had the look of fear in his eyes.

Well, I don't know about you but I feel much better now. You know how they say, you don't have to act out, just get it out on paper and in doing so you free yourself from that which binds. Although I must admit, I’ve suddenly developed this obsession with tall bridges.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Harmless Addiction

I believe in telling the truth.  I believe that if we have any chance of living a "normal" life, we must first admit to our weaknesses and by so we free ourselves from the chains that bind us to our addictions.

HOWEVER! In my case, I have absolutely no problem admitting that I'm totally, 100%, without a doubt, wholeheartedly addicted to American Idol.  I am.  From beginning to end.  I love watching the initial auditions, except for the real weirdos in costumes or those people whose parents are either blind, hard of hearing or too out of touch with reality to tell their kids how untalented they are.  Of course, that's partly what makes AI what it is.

When we first started watching it was a family event.  Every Tuesday and Wednesday night the Bozas would sit down, watch, criticize and make our own "educated" guess at who would be the next American Idol.  Often times we would all agree on who the winner would be and other times totally disagree.  We hear the sharp notes, the flat notes, the trained voice and the untrained voice.  We comment on vocal style, dress style and hair style.  We judge the judges and for the most part we love Simon who most people love to hate; he knows his stuff, he's just a little blunt in the delivery.

This is one of the only programs of which I know the time and channel to tune in.  So if we're eating and haven't yet finished, we move to where ever we need to be so we can get a full shows criticism in. 

Every year the contestants get younger and more talented.  Except those old farts who manage to get in.  They come off being crazy but they're neither crazy or dumb.  Those old farts are working; they're working at getting recognition regardless of cost.  If they have to wear dirty stinky clothes to get noticed, they wear them.  If they have to sing off key in order to do it, no problem.  The last old fart to appear during the audition week wrote his own song and it hit!  Kids are singing it everywhere. Check this out.....
American Idol is our harmless addiction.  I'm sure, that if American Idol had been around when Carlos and I were younger we would have considered auditioning.  We may not have made it through but as I tell Karina everytime she auditions for honor band, it's not whether you make it or not, it's that you challenge yourself to try; that in itself is a trophy won.

So this week, through all the commotion in the house, we found a way to sit down together Tuesday and Wednesday nights.  Then, with all the musical wisdom we could conjure up we cast our votes and waited with anticipation for Thursday night to see just how inclined we were.  I can tell you this, we're purdy darn good!