Growing up Mexican

Growing up I always heard really silly things come out of my parent's mouths.

Example #1: Whenever they saw a "Now hiring" sign they would anounce it--you know, in case you had a friend or a 2nd cousin once removed that needed a job-- but what I heard them say was "Now Hiding". And I would say to them "O_O WHO'S HIDING? mom, who's hiding? why are they hiding!? please tell me." but no one would tell me because they had no idea why I wanted to know who was hiring, it's not like I needed a job when I was six. It wasn't until I was in middle school that I learned the definition of the word hiring that I understood that no one was hiding...

Example #2: The ever so wonderful Mute button on the TV. My dad loves that button. One day he says (in spanish) "Vickie, do you know how to say that word?" and I don't know how to read so I say "no, how do you say it?" And he says "mootee, that's how you say it" It was logical for him to think that was how it was said because in spanish you spell a word exactly the way it sounds and vice versa. I never questioned my dad on how to say the word Mute until I was at a friend's house one time and I asked where the "mootee" button was on their remote...Needless to say, I was embarassed and I hated my dad.

Example #3: In spanish when someone is bugging you or someone is annoying you would use the verb "molestar". One day my cousin came home telling my mom that there was this girl in his class that bothered him at recess and she wanted her to stop so my mom told him that she would talk to his teacher. So as my cousin and I are being dropped off at school she gets out of the car to talk to the teacher and my mom says to the teacher "There is a girl at recess that keeps molesting him, do you think you can talk to her about this?" the teacher says "Molesting him!? Oh of course we'll talk to her!!" The teacher walks away and I say to my mom "mom, I don't think thats how you say that, I think you meant to say 'bothering him'" and my mom says "oh i know that word too but I can also say molesting" I had never heard this word used before and I thought my mom was just using spanglish. It wasn't until I was like in High School that I learned about the word "molesting" and the bad conotation that it has. How emabarrasing.

Other smaller silly examples: instead of saying "leave the girl/boy alone" my dad says "leave alone the girl". I once tried to teach my mom the difference between the words: wood, would, and good. The only difference my mom made in pronouncing those words was...well nothing she pronounces them all like "good". One time my mom asked the elders "do you want me to ride you?" instead of "do you want a ride?". My dad instead of asking for a "texas toast" he asked for a "texas ranger".

Seasons

Seasons exist because of the tilt of the Earth's axis

Danielle Morales

That is my little sister.
I was just sitting here drinking the rest of my Coca-Cola Classic that I had for lunch and I was thinking how yummy it is. Then I remembered this story about my little sister. When she was like 4, something was wrong with her insides and so she was not alowed to drink Coke but she loved it so much. My dad was selfish and he kept buying them and he would have one for every meal and 1 or 2 in between meals. This made my little sister so sad because she loved coke so much and she couldn't have any. Sometimes my dad would feel so bad for her that he would wait for my mom to turn around and then he would give her a sip or 2. She would smile so big. The coke can would touch her hands and slowly she would bring the can closer to her lips. I could swear that as the can got closer to her lips it would shake because of her excitement. She would tilt her head back and once the liquid touched her little lips she would make a noise that sounded like pure ecstasy. She put the can down and with her eyes still closed there was a sigh, a sigh of relief. Like that small sip of coke was all she needed to go on with her life. She loved coke so much.
I miss my little sister. She is so awesome, the end.

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new friends are bomb!

old friends are still as good as ever

favorite saying for the weekend "remember when..."

"Them be fightin' words"

Apparently boys think about fighting people.
I've never really thought about it until today when Tom and I had a lovely conversation about fighting people.

I'll just tell you what my game plan would be for my roommates since they are the people I see the most.

Debra- She's tall. Way tall. So I think I would give her a dead leg so she'd fall on the floor and then I'd kick her in the face. Done!

Jeri- Her hair is really pretty but it's long and that gives me the advantage. I would grab her by the hair and hold her head and punch her. After that she would just cry and be mad and walk away. Done!

Liz- I don't think I could beat her up. But I could get some punches in. I think in this fight we would go at it till we got tired.

Laura- She's my height and our hair is the same length. She is a beast! Have you ever seen the girl play Basketball!? or futbol for that matter! I would be scared to fight her but I think I could come out on top... With her I think I would Punch her in the throat so that she would stop flailing her arms and then I would punch her in the face and give her a dead leg. And maybe kick her in the stomach. Done!

déjà senti

is the smelling variation of déjà vu.

There's the smell of a certain soap that reminds me of living in Mexico. I swear it does. I was only 2 years old when we moved out of Mexico but I swear that when I smell this soap the first thing that pops into my head is Mexico.

Summer of '06, I had just graduated high school and I hung out with Peter EVERY single day. And every day he would spray himself with axe. Every single day for 4 months I would smell his axe. And now whenever I smell this axe it takes me back to that summer. I think of Peter and his red 4runner. I think of swimming in Heather's pool and riding Heather's horse. I think of "Cute without the "e" cut from the team" by Taking Back Sunday. And I think about the Northopointe Mall and sometimes I even think about steak 'n' shake.

The smell of 8 o'clock in the morning after a midnight thunderstorm reminds me of the last day of school in 8th grade. The smell of morning time in general reminds me of school k-12.

The smell of Usher's cologne reminds me of my brother.

The smell of skunk reminds me of Idaho and when I'm in GA I don't smell it very often so I miss it.

The smell of coffee reminds me of California

The smell of leather reminds me of my aunt and her tour bus (ask me about her tour bus later!!!)

The smell of babies reminds me of my little sister Dani.

The smell of old spice deoderant reminds me of my dad.

The smell of make-up reminds me of my mom.

And as of this semester the smell of hairspray will always remind me of my roommate Liz Ostler