Happy Birthday to Enrique Bunbury

Happy Birthday to Enrique Bunbury! I don't care if he is turning 40, he still rocks!! a little crazy, but he wouldn't be a rock star if he wasn't, right??

Love,

Lui

Happy Belated Thanksgiving !

Wow! i haven't been here in months!! I really miss it. Anyway, things are ok around here; i have been so busy with the new job and the new puppy.

This was my first year cooking a turkey, and i have to admit that at first i was freaking out; i mean i have made cookies and tried out a bunch of recipes at home, but to be responsible for one of the most important meals of the year, it was too much. I am proud to announce that i did really good and we all ate a juicy crispy turkey!

Cordy

And Introducing the new member of our family, a puppie mix of cockapoo and Maltese, the cutie Cordy.

Lui

Old College EX-Friends

I just need to vent a little about this girl... and all my family is tired of hearing about it.

When I was in college I had a crazy roommate, she was only my friend when I was miserable, like if i had a boyfriend and things were going ok she would hate me; and if i was unhappy and with no boyfriend she was my best friend. In our freshman year we were both single and we became almost like sisters, so I agreed to live with her another year, in which she went completely insane.

Before September 11 we were really close and we even celebrated my birthday together, she would invite me to parties with some of the people that she hung out with and we would eat together all the time.

Then September 11 happened and we were all completely shocked with everything that was going on, but her way of dealing with things was to say that they all deserved it, that the gringos brought that upon themselves and that it made no difference to her at all. I grew resentful to her saying those things, but I didn't know how to deal with it so i let it go.

Then I was dating my now husband and she had just broke up with her boyfriend in Mexico. Then a month after September 11 she stopped talking to me out of nowhere. We had a couple of fights after that, once because she broke the plate that my grandmother had given me in my trip to Mexico, another one because I brought a bunch of people to the room when She was sleeping, (Ok, maybe that one was my fault) So she pissed me off and I would only go back to the room once a week!!

I did try talking to her about the problem and why she wasn't talking to me, but she never wanted to talk to me about it. She would just tell me that I knew why she was mad and to stop bothering her. Finally at the end of the semester she moved out, and it just crushed my world. Other than her being crazy i thougtht we were friends and that we could work it out, believe it or not I cried the whole night after she left.

Anyway, the following semester when i got back to the college after the winter break i was called to the Ressidence Hall Director's office; apperently for her to move out of the our dorm she had to have a really good story, she couldn't tell them that she didn't like me having a boyfriend so she made one up. She told the residence director that i was doing drugs, that i was having sex with different guys, that i had a drinking problem, that she suspected that I was selling drugs, and all this crazy stuff. I was send to counseling and they had to inspect my room. After some psychological couseling I got over it 1 year later, I also had to clean my reputation with everybody who ever knew both of us; because she was telling all of those lies to everybody whom we knew.

Anyway, i saw her yesterday and I swear I wanted to kill her. She walked by me, with a look of hate on her eyes and I wanted to grab her by the hair and rip her apart. Normally I am not very violent, or violent at all; but the way that she messed with my brain, my heart and my life just drove me crazy. I still have nightmares about her.

I miss my Abuelos

When I was a little girl with piggy tails and fluffy dresses I announced to my mom when we were going home from Grandma's "Ma, I'm staying with Grandma today, and I am not going home with you." She looked at me and just smiled and said "Ok, but if you stay with her you are going to have to help her out in the kitchen, making tortillas, making lunch for grandpa, taking care of the chickens and washing clothes." I know she hoped that I would change my mind and tell her that I would rather go home with her and be the 6 year old girl who didn't like to help washing dishes, but I said "Ok!".

I stayed with Abuelita for the next 3 months. Grandpa would get up at 5 to feed the cows and take the chickens out, then at 6 he would leave to go work in his milpa. Then at 7 she would get me up to go to El Molino, the place where they ground up all the corn then used to make tortillas. After that we would go to Yolanda's store and get Pan and sometimes we would get 3 cookies, not a whole package just 3 cookies. I also remember shopping around to other stores because Yolanda's was more expensive, and once I got 5 Ritz cracker for my breakfast, it was totally awesome!!

Grandma, unlike my mom, made fresh tortillas everyday and she also let me help and make my own creations. She would also make me the Most Awesome huevo en el comal, (over easy egg with tortilla crust) Then right before noon we would pack Grandpa's lunch and walk over to the Milpa (farming land) to take it to him. We would walk about 2 miles to get there, but it was so amazing to have lunch at the milpa, surrounded by the corn and the trees and the small water stream.

By the time we got back we only had time to clean the Kitchen, and start making La Comida (In Mexico, we eat about 5 meals a day. Breakfast, lunch, la comida, dinner and merienda)

Most of my memories from living with my grandmother are of making tortillas, watching her beautiful fruit garden, eating Nopales, and playing with my cousins. I also remember that there was a primo who lived with them, his parents had kicked him out for being lazy, and my grandfather picked him out from the camino and brought him to their house to help out. He was in charge of helping my grandparents with their milpa, grandma with the heavy house work and in exchange he would get a place to sleep and food. Everybody says that my Abuelito made him a real man by teaching him to work hard for everything.

After living with them that whole summer, I went back the following 3 summers. I miss them both soo much.

The forgotten Friends Convention

There should be a day when you and your forgotten friends get together, for no reason at all, just to visit each other and just hang out and wonder " Why don't we try harder to keep in touch?". Then all sorts of questions would come up, like "why wasn't I invited to you wedding", "Why did you kiss me that night when you were drunk?", "Why didn't you return my CD/DVD/VHS/item of clothing/book/etc?", "When did you have a kid?", "Remember when we ran across the campus at 2 in the morning singing (more like screaming) to Vicente Fernandez/Olga Tañon/La Ley/ Ricardo Arjona/ Shakira/Marc Anthony/?", and it will all end with "Why don't you call me more often?".

My dear forgotten friends, just because I don't call doesn't mean I don't think about you and the great times we shared, but you moved on and I did too. Still Love ya !!

Lui

Selena

I was 12 years old when she died. For my generation she is the one thing everybody will remember what they were doing when they heard the news. I became obbssed with her music and learning more about her history and the struggle her family went through to achieve so much, has made me in a little way be the way i am now. I learned from watching Selena videos to always smile, I learn from reading about her to always treat people the way you want to be treated and I learned from her music videos to dance cumbia. I used to dance to her music all the time and do personifications of her, sometimes when I'm alone I still do it.