So you decide to spend Christmas at home with your immediate family...Husband, kids and whoever you consider close enough to invite over. It is a feeling of relaxation but then you realize...you miss the chaos. Yup! Unfortunately, you can't make the trip back home since you've spent money on the Thanksgiving trip. Ohh, that Thanksgiving trip you can't forget...The sense of being a family, regardless of whether you want to kill each other or not, love one anthter or not. Then you have the neice telling you about her "experience on the blow up matress next to her mother's bed" OMG! is all you can think. The staying up late and having a midnight snack with your sisters and nieces. Those were some great moments! You smile at the thought that bring tears. Such is life.
So you stay home, and you feel that you are the only one that stayed behind to miss the fun and time with your family, your dad. God only knows if it will be his last one. Sniff, Sniff!! I'm at home now and thankful for the time I have, even if means the kids fighting or a few moments of a good time. They act ungrateful and sometimes grateful of being here with you. They also miss their cousins, aunts, uncles, grandpa, godparents, and make believe cousins(you know your compadres kids that you just tell them to call cousins, aunts and uncles even though they are not related). Us Mexicans, everybody is family. You also have that Brazilian cousin that's married to your real cousin who claims he always has to live by "his wife's rules and yaddi yaddi yadda". Poor guy, makes you wonder if he'll stay sane in this family.
I grew up always spending holidays with family, even if it meant to get there first so you wouldn't be "the one they would be talking about". I will miss them dearly and sadly and will not be part of making those memories. I'll be at home making my own memories without them. I will think of everyone of them and smile as I do. As I realize now, we grow up and have to make "grown up" decisions. The ones that consist of staying at home because you can't afford to travel. With pain in my heart because I will be missing them, but lots of joy because I know they are still smiling this Christmas hopefully thinking of us as we are of them.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!
xoxo
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Sharing: A Two Way Street
Now Now, let's not be so hasty in the sharing. I totally agree about sharing the meals and having that extremely small print at the bottom of the menus. However, when the both of us love to eat and try new things, well it's standard that we order 2 different things so we can taste a variety of plates. Sometimes we end up swapping plates because we liked the other one's plate better. So yes, in America, ALL portions are meant for sharing.
As for lesson #2, yes you will share "EVERYTHING", but honey, that's a two way street. When we marry, we didn't know we'd be sharing our "Gina's" on a "as needed basis", drive me to/from airport service, cook for me abilities, our laundry service, our dusting, sweeping, mopping, dish washing capabilities(among many, many other things) even our uterus is having to be shared with some stranger that ends up growing up to hate you at some point in their lives that got their in the first place because we had to "share our Gina's".....So don't come tell about "me" about you having to share meals, strolls, savings accounts, frustrations, friend problems or any of that sort. If you tally it all up, my friend, my nephew, you end up in the Red.....Should I go on?
As for lesson #2, yes you will share "EVERYTHING", but honey, that's a two way street. When we marry, we didn't know we'd be sharing our "Gina's" on a "as needed basis", drive me to/from airport service, cook for me abilities, our laundry service, our dusting, sweeping, mopping, dish washing capabilities(among many, many other things) even our uterus is having to be shared with some stranger that ends up growing up to hate you at some point in their lives that got their in the first place because we had to "share our Gina's".....So don't come tell about "me" about you having to share meals, strolls, savings accounts, frustrations, friend problems or any of that sort. If you tally it all up, my friend, my nephew, you end up in the Red.....Should I go on?
Wife Driving Does Not = Suicide/Murder
97% a guy driving? Where did you get those statistics? You don't get the choice?? I'm sorry but if you had enuf cajones you'd pretty much be grabbing those keys and driving yourself. I pretty much have to shove the keys into his hands and run to shot gun the passenger seat so
Driving is absolutely not a man thing!! So what happens to all those women who don't have a "Man" in their lives? Do they just call you so you can have your "manly" moment? If you seem to feel the driving is the only moment that you are completely in power, Nasa, we have a problem? Inconceivable that you feel that is your only moment of power to make decisions. Ja! If driving you off a bridge is a way of telling you she is unhappy, again, Nasa, we have a problem? Aren't you the one with a PhD? So are you chosing your battles more wisely o' wise man?
Idon't have to drive. You can say that I'm the "husband's personal choffer". Besides the fact that I have become a more aggressive driver and he's become the more passive one. It doesn't matter if I'm furious or not, I just am a more furious driver. Just today he's telling me..."If the light is red, you know, you start pumping the brake, you don't keep your foot on gas" No shit Sherlock, when did you learn that? Mind you, I wasn't furious and attempting to drive off the bridge into the Trinity River(that's what we have here in DFW)in the attempt of a Suicide/Murder.
Driving is absolutely not a man thing!! So what happens to all those women who don't have a "Man" in their lives? Do they just call you so you can have your "manly" moment? If you seem to feel the driving is the only moment that you are completely in power, Nasa, we have a problem? Inconceivable that you feel that is your only moment of power to make decisions. Ja! If driving you off a bridge is a way of telling you she is unhappy, again, Nasa, we have a problem? Aren't you the one with a PhD? So are you chosing your battles more wisely o' wise man?
Wife Methology Challenge
Monday, November 16, 2009
Eight Girls......Lordy, Lordy, Lord!
Come on it took longer than that to be a really part of the family. Wela took a good while to warm up to you
despues que te enpiernabas a su nieta
Oh well, such is life. As for carne asadas and a few beers, yes, everyone becomes family/compadres. Now when you decide to have the entire female family population stay at your home.....HATS OFF TO YOU DUDE!! I can only say that the 9 year old is mine and that's about all the female hormones I can put up with in my household. No more!!! Milk, you must inform me what you put in it since here at home she doesn't drink much milk. Poor cows, those hanging tittis. As to avoid trips to the grocery store, I have learned from new friends that if you keep your groceries on a budget and make one trip a week and whatever is gone towards the end of the week, so sorry too bad. I use to think that was cruel, but then thinking about, I realized I grew up on pitchers of Kool-Aid(chingos) of sugar and Tang and homemade lemonade also with(chingos) of sugar. I survived. I did even without a bike helmet, without a seatbelt, riding the bus and walking to Nuevo Laredo at age 12-13.
As for that infamous joke: how many mexicans can you fit in one car? Well it depends. Are they on a whole milk and chocolate chip cookie diet? I think these were. As for the 5 adult full size Mexican women and 1 slender male Brazilian, boy are you courages! And yes, it sucks to be a minority in the middle of so many Mexican chics who are sooo much like their mother and don't even realize it, or do they? Pero te gusta andar en la punta del pedo, verdad?!
Eight Girls......Lordy, Lordy, Lord!
Come on it took longer than that to be a really part of the family. Wela took a good while to warm up to you
despues que te enpiernabas a su nieta
Oh well, such is life. As for carne asadas and a few beers, yes, everyone becomes family/compadres. Now when you decide to have the entire female family population stay at your home.....HATS OFF TO YOU DUDE!! I can only say that the 9 year old is mine and that's about all the female hormones I can put up with in my household. No more!!! Milk, you must inform me what you put in it since here at home she doesn't drink much milk. Poor cows, those hanging tittis. As to avoid trips to the grocery store, I have learned from new friends that if you keep your groceries on a budget and make one trip a week and whatever is gone towards the end of the week, so sorry too bad. I use to think that was cruel, but then thinking about, I realized I grew up on pitchers of Kool-Aid(chingos) of sugar and Tang and homemade lemonade also with(chingos) of sugar. I survived. I did even without a bike helmet, without a seatbelt, riding the bus and walking to Nuevo Laredo at age 12-13.
As for that infamous joke: how many mexicans can you fit in one car? Well it depends. Are they on a whole milk and chocolate chip cookie diet? I think these were. As for the 5 adult full size Mexican women and 1 slender male Brazilian, boy are you courages! And yes, it sucks to be a minority in the middle of so many Mexican chics who are sooo much like their mother and don't even realize it, or do they? Pero te gusta andar en la punta del pedo, verdad?!
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