Things from when I was young…

This one’s for Mommer and Kimbob.

I remember…

eating at the Chinese restaurant every Tuesday after dance lessons w/ my mom and sister...and ordering the same thing every single week…beef with mixed vegetables

the password someone had to give to pick us up from school (so we would know our parents sent them and we weren't being kidnapped): yummy yogurt

being mean to my sister and my mom saying, "One day you'll feel bad about that...." and I do.

making my sister eat dog food b/c I liked the way the dogs crunched it in their teeth and I wanted to see is she could too.

when my dad made me vacuum the floor (with the huge vacuum that was connected with the handheld part to the huge body the size of a small car) and I was mad so I spit my gum in the carpet and tried to vacuum it up... I got a spanking for that one...

the first time i ever saw my dad cry...when our miniature pincher was hit by a car and he had to dig a hole and bury him (RIPSambo).

my dad squishing lighting bugs on my shirt and making it glow....

making my sister eat lighting bugs and making her teeth glow...

the first time i ever said a curse word…I was in 5th grade on the playground with a girl named Angel...

getting my mouth washed out w/ soap by my mom for calling my sister a "buttlicker"...

the look on my mom’s face first time i accidentally dropped the "f" bomb in front of her when i was riding w/ her in the car and it slipped out...

the first and only time i ever heard my mom sing, when she was helping me practice my solo of "Just As I Am" for church...

my mom having dinner ready every night.

trying to stay awake on Christmas Eve so I could try and see Santa Claus...

believing my mom when she said Santa Claus parked his sleigh and reindeer on the roof of the mall while he was inside listening to children tell him what they (we) wanted for Christmas...

It’s been a year since I last blogged (October of 2011)…so this is for those of you that have been on me to post some more (you know who you are!). Yes, I’m still alive. My husband and I, and our Chihuahua, and Pomeranian are still in Costa Rica. We now also have a white Siberian Husky named Elvis (yeah, I’m from Memphis, TN, what do you expect?). I’ve been running for the last few months and this Sunday I will be in my 1st race. It’s only a 5K but I’m still nervous. Hopefully there will be at least one person running that is slower than me (hopefully more than one person)…

Anyway, I still have extremely weird moments here from time to time (like every week). I’m a 34 year old feminine woman with a Mohawk. Maybe that’s why people stare at me…but why do they take my picture? On 3 occasions someone has (not so subtly) taken my picture:

Time #1: I was at the grocery store looking at spaghetti sauce (not that that part is relevant), and I noticed a flash out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look and there was a girl there with her cell phone out. I asked (in Spanish) “Did you just take my picture?” I wasn’t mean or anything, I was just kind of weirdedout. She replied, “Um no. It was a text message.” To which I responded, “Wow, your camera flashes when you text. Cool.” She turned and walked off.

Time #2: I was sitting on the bus one day riding home in a seat by myself. (Even though there are 2 seats together no one ever sits with me.) I was looking straight ahead staring at the back of the seat in front of me, thinking about how much riding the bus sucks, when I noticed once again that pesky little flash out of the corner of my eye...yeah again. I turned and looked and it was a teenage guy with his phone out. I said, “Did you just take my picture?” Not in a mean way, but in a confused curious kind of way. He said, “No, I was taking a picture out the window of the mountains.” Ummm ok so San Jose is surrounded by mountains so everywhere you look there is a freaking mountain….so it was a lameballs excuse. I mean people should at least say, “1,2,3,cheeeeeeeeese!” so I’ll be ready and I can suck in. Whatevs.

Time #3: It was blatantly obvious. I was standing on the side of the street waiting for the bus and a car goes by with a guy hanging out the window. He yelled, “HEY GRINGA!” Of course I looked up and he took my picture. And of course I wasn’t ready (sucking in) or anything. I’m always afraid I’ll come across a picture of me on the internet, looking down, with a double-chin. So if you see any double-chin pics of me just remember that I WASN’T READY.