Me: “You wanna hear something funny?….I had bean soup (I made frijoles de la olla yesterday), I brought it for lunch and now my stomach is bloating up like Violet from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
My BFF: “That's not funny that's gross!!!!!! Sharing with me how your stomach is having a circus!!!!! You probably didn't let them soak overnight before you cooked them that's why....”
Me: “No I didn’t and I usually do. But I was in a hurry to have them for dinner. PLEAZZ!! You’ve shared grosser stories with me about your stomach!!”
My BFF: “Yeah, but that's me you were ready for it!!! because you knowI have Gas issues!!!! You, I didn't expect it you caught me off guard !!! 'chew don know my life!'!!”
Me: “Pues, next time I will give you a little warning before I tell you about my gastro-intestinal issues. Lol!!”
My BFF: “You can start off like, ‘I cooked frijoles del oya last night and I didn't let them soak... I had a lot’.. then you wait for my smart ass remark (which would mean I know your issue) Then break it to me!!”
THIS IS EXACTLY WHY SHE'S MY BFF....GOTTA LOVE HER!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Strong Independent Woman....And Men
One of my friends wanted me to include a blog entry about being a strong independent woman. Should a smart independent woman put up with a man who gets threatened by her ‘independence’?
Before I give you my opinion, here is a little caveat. I am a Mexican/American woman, who even though is very strong and independent and not willing to settle for just any man, (not even when my mom asked me if I was gay when I was still not married by the age of 34. Nothing wrong with being gay.....unfortunatly I'm not). I still believe that the woman is the one that holds a family together, the one that should nurture her family and at the very least make sure they don't go out into the world with wrinkled clothes. I know this sounds a little archaic, but I that's what I believe.
As to the topic at hand, here is my opinion (because you know I have one!)
If you are a single woman you have to be strong or you will not last very long in the real world. (I recommend every woman go and live on her own before she gets married. It builds character.) Would I prefer to have someone who would throw out the trash and make sure my car was washed and filled with gas…OF COURSE! Am I willing to put up with a jerk to make that happen……NO!
Please read below for more of my thoughts on this subject.
1. As a single independent woman all I can say is, if a man does not love and respect who you are (which includes ALL that you are), then he is not worth the MAC make-up you buy and slap on to look pretty for him.
2. If you have to ‘baby’ a man because his feelings get hurt when you are not at his ‘beck and call’, then slap some diapers on him and send him back to his mama’. You didn't give birth to him...why should you raise him?
3. A man who is comfortable with who he is will not be threatened by your independence. (By the gun you said you would shoot him with if he ever cheated on you…yes.)
Note: Take into consideration that I am still single and not currently dating….Hmmm, could it be the ‘gun’ thing?
Before I give you my opinion, here is a little caveat. I am a Mexican/American woman, who even though is very strong and independent and not willing to settle for just any man, (not even when my mom asked me if I was gay when I was still not married by the age of 34. Nothing wrong with being gay.....unfortunatly I'm not). I still believe that the woman is the one that holds a family together, the one that should nurture her family and at the very least make sure they don't go out into the world with wrinkled clothes. I know this sounds a little archaic, but I that's what I believe.
As to the topic at hand, here is my opinion (because you know I have one!)
If you are a single woman you have to be strong or you will not last very long in the real world. (I recommend every woman go and live on her own before she gets married. It builds character.) Would I prefer to have someone who would throw out the trash and make sure my car was washed and filled with gas…OF COURSE! Am I willing to put up with a jerk to make that happen……NO!
Please read below for more of my thoughts on this subject.
1. As a single independent woman all I can say is, if a man does not love and respect who you are (which includes ALL that you are), then he is not worth the MAC make-up you buy and slap on to look pretty for him.
2. If you have to ‘baby’ a man because his feelings get hurt when you are not at his ‘beck and call’, then slap some diapers on him and send him back to his mama’. You didn't give birth to him...why should you raise him?
3. A man who is comfortable with who he is will not be threatened by your independence. (By the gun you said you would shoot him with if he ever cheated on you…yes.)
Note: Take into consideration that I am still single and not currently dating….Hmmm, could it be the ‘gun’ thing?
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Taco Bell-from Hell!
My niece and I have a little tradition where we go out to lunch almost every Sunday after church. Sometimes we go 'fancy', sometimes we go 'new' and sometimes we just go to Taco Bell.
We haven't been to Taco Bell in a very long time, but today she wanted the cheesy, creamy fiesta potatoes and a Crunchy Wrap Supreme. I usually stick with the traditional Tostada (with hot sauce, of course).
Anywho~
As we sit down to eat, a couple of older ladies sat at the table next to us and one of them starts talking about her upcoming medical procedure in detail....REALLY! This conversation couldn't wait until later? (Guess not!)
Then as I was getting up to get an iced tea refill, a shaggy haired, skinny pant wearing teenager (little heathen!) burps long and loud (I am so grossed out by burping people). I am sure EVERYONE heard him. The suprising part is that this 'hormone pile' actually has a girlfriend....REALLY! Rude, shaggy haired, skinny pants below his ass, and he STILL has a girlfriend...(teenage girls are STUPID!!!)
And then....
We parked in a 'choice' parking space right next to the Taco Bells entranced doors and with no other cars around - I thought it was a sign that we had made the right choice for lunch. That is until we tried to leave and the line for the 'drive thru' blocked our retreat. REALLY! So I backed up slowly giving the last car the clue that I wanted out and if he could move forward that would be delightful.....we'll, the idiot driver was in the drive-thru line and he was actually reading the newspaper and didn't see that he had plenty of room to move up and let me out......UGH!!! Lord, are you testing me?
All I have to say is that all those people in and out of that 'Twilight Zone' of a Taco Bell were lucky I had just gotten out of church and didn't want to commit a 'murder-death-kill' on the Lords day!!
We haven't been to Taco Bell in a very long time, but today she wanted the cheesy, creamy fiesta potatoes and a Crunchy Wrap Supreme. I usually stick with the traditional Tostada (with hot sauce, of course).
Anywho~
As we sit down to eat, a couple of older ladies sat at the table next to us and one of them starts talking about her upcoming medical procedure in detail....REALLY! This conversation couldn't wait until later? (Guess not!)
Then as I was getting up to get an iced tea refill, a shaggy haired, skinny pant wearing teenager (little heathen!) burps long and loud (I am so grossed out by burping people). I am sure EVERYONE heard him. The suprising part is that this 'hormone pile' actually has a girlfriend....REALLY! Rude, shaggy haired, skinny pants below his ass, and he STILL has a girlfriend...(teenage girls are STUPID!!!)
And then....
We parked in a 'choice' parking space right next to the Taco Bells entranced doors and with no other cars around - I thought it was a sign that we had made the right choice for lunch. That is until we tried to leave and the line for the 'drive thru' blocked our retreat. REALLY! So I backed up slowly giving the last car the clue that I wanted out and if he could move forward that would be delightful.....we'll, the idiot driver was in the drive-thru line and he was actually reading the newspaper and didn't see that he had plenty of room to move up and let me out......UGH!!! Lord, are you testing me?
All I have to say is that all those people in and out of that 'Twilight Zone' of a Taco Bell were lucky I had just gotten out of church and didn't want to commit a 'murder-death-kill' on the Lords day!!
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Mexican 'Sheek'
My niece admired some daffodils the other day.
I brought some home for her.
They were on sale at Trader Joe's.
We couldn't find the small cobalt blue vase I usually put daffodils in.
Had to put them in an alternative holder.....
YES! We are THIS Mexican!
I brought some home for her.
They were on sale at Trader Joe's.
We couldn't find the small cobalt blue vase I usually put daffodils in.
Had to put them in an alternative holder.....
YES! We are THIS Mexican!
Monday, March 1, 2010
A Food Addicts Confessions
“Come, eat!”
“No, thank you, I am not hungry.”
“Only dogs eat when they are hungry, people eat to celebrate!”
(Dialogue from a Bollywood Movie)
I am a food addict. I discovered I was a food addict three years ago when I was unable to eat what I wanted, when I wanted. The separation from food was excruciating. I didn’t know who I was without it and I couldn’t think or better yet, I couldn’t stop thinking of food. Finding out you are a food addict is like looking in the mirror one day and realizing you are not the nationality you thought you were or that you actually have brown eyes instead of blue. What! I am Mexican and I am FAT! When did that happen?
When I was alone and eating, I didn’t see the fat gathering around me. I just knew that for a moment in time I was happy. For a moment, there weren’t any bills to pay, any tests to study for, any family problems to figure out or any sadness that could hurt me (because everyone knows you take a ‘time-out’ from life when you are eating). It was when I was with others that I was made very aware of my fat, because I saw it reflected in their looks. One day when my friend (who is very pretty and thin) and I were walking towards a picnic her family was having, her father looked up and saw us coming from the parking lot. When we arrived to where he was, he looked at us both and said “There is no comparison.” You can’t imagine how much those words hurt me. You would think that at that moment I would reach my hands to the heavens and proclaim that I was no longer going to be fat just to spite him….but instead I had a couple of plates of food and ran, like I always did, to my ‘safe place’ to my ‘time-out from life’, to bliss in a taco.
I guess I could sit here and blame my parents for my addiction (and believe me, I would be justified), but now that I am an adult, I understand that they didn’t have an easy life either. Besides, I am no longer that little girl who loved to sneak food into her room late at night (after hearing her parents fighting), or that teenager whose heart broke when her friends were all asked out to dance and she was left behind (every single time) and I am no longer that young twenty year old trying to make everyone like her. Yet, the little girl, the teenager and the young woman looking for her life are always with me. I carry them inside and protect them the best I can as I forge on ahead and live my life as a food addict. (Why couldn’t I get a good addiction like sex or shopping….whatever!!).
So, what’s the difference between a food addict and a drug addict, smoker, or alcoholic? Well, I am not sure because (thank God) I only have one addiction. But the way I see it, drug addicts don’t need drugs to live, smokers don’t need smoke to live and alcoholics don’t need alcohol to live. If any of them quit ‘cold turkey’, they would be fine. If a food addict quits ‘cold turkey’, then we would be Anorexic….(not to mention we would probably eat the turkey..No matter if it was cold). Food addicts have to learn how to walk the middle road when it comes to food because we can’t avoid it. Have you seen how many food commercials there are? Or how many restaurant and fast food places you come across during a short drive……thousands…millions!!! (Okay I am exaggerating for special effects..especially here in my small rinky-dink town) Cigarette commercials are few and far between, alcohol commercials are a little more prevalent but When have you ever seen a commercial offering 2 crack pipes for $3 and you can ‘Super Size’ them for an extra 95 cents?
The bottom line is this, even though the Food Network channel is my porn and I am possibly less of a food addict and more of a ‘Turrets Eater’ and I will never be a size 5, I now know that I am more than my addiction. I am more than all the sadness in my childhood; I am more than dumb comments made by mean people. So I will continue to fight my food compulsions as I make peace with the fact that I have them. I will continue to try and follow the road to health and even though I might falter and fall, I know how to get up now. I know that I am meant to get up and live a healthy and happy life.
“No, thank you, I am not hungry.”
“Only dogs eat when they are hungry, people eat to celebrate!”
(Dialogue from a Bollywood Movie)
I am a food addict. I discovered I was a food addict three years ago when I was unable to eat what I wanted, when I wanted. The separation from food was excruciating. I didn’t know who I was without it and I couldn’t think or better yet, I couldn’t stop thinking of food. Finding out you are a food addict is like looking in the mirror one day and realizing you are not the nationality you thought you were or that you actually have brown eyes instead of blue. What! I am Mexican and I am FAT! When did that happen?
When I was alone and eating, I didn’t see the fat gathering around me. I just knew that for a moment in time I was happy. For a moment, there weren’t any bills to pay, any tests to study for, any family problems to figure out or any sadness that could hurt me (because everyone knows you take a ‘time-out’ from life when you are eating). It was when I was with others that I was made very aware of my fat, because I saw it reflected in their looks. One day when my friend (who is very pretty and thin) and I were walking towards a picnic her family was having, her father looked up and saw us coming from the parking lot. When we arrived to where he was, he looked at us both and said “There is no comparison.” You can’t imagine how much those words hurt me. You would think that at that moment I would reach my hands to the heavens and proclaim that I was no longer going to be fat just to spite him….but instead I had a couple of plates of food and ran, like I always did, to my ‘safe place’ to my ‘time-out from life’, to bliss in a taco.
I guess I could sit here and blame my parents for my addiction (and believe me, I would be justified), but now that I am an adult, I understand that they didn’t have an easy life either. Besides, I am no longer that little girl who loved to sneak food into her room late at night (after hearing her parents fighting), or that teenager whose heart broke when her friends were all asked out to dance and she was left behind (every single time) and I am no longer that young twenty year old trying to make everyone like her. Yet, the little girl, the teenager and the young woman looking for her life are always with me. I carry them inside and protect them the best I can as I forge on ahead and live my life as a food addict. (Why couldn’t I get a good addiction like sex or shopping….whatever!!).
So, what’s the difference between a food addict and a drug addict, smoker, or alcoholic? Well, I am not sure because (thank God) I only have one addiction. But the way I see it, drug addicts don’t need drugs to live, smokers don’t need smoke to live and alcoholics don’t need alcohol to live. If any of them quit ‘cold turkey’, they would be fine. If a food addict quits ‘cold turkey’, then we would be Anorexic….(not to mention we would probably eat the turkey..No matter if it was cold). Food addicts have to learn how to walk the middle road when it comes to food because we can’t avoid it. Have you seen how many food commercials there are? Or how many restaurant and fast food places you come across during a short drive……thousands…millions!!! (Okay I am exaggerating for special effects..especially here in my small rinky-dink town) Cigarette commercials are few and far between, alcohol commercials are a little more prevalent but When have you ever seen a commercial offering 2 crack pipes for $3 and you can ‘Super Size’ them for an extra 95 cents?
The bottom line is this, even though the Food Network channel is my porn and I am possibly less of a food addict and more of a ‘Turrets Eater’ and I will never be a size 5, I now know that I am more than my addiction. I am more than all the sadness in my childhood; I am more than dumb comments made by mean people. So I will continue to fight my food compulsions as I make peace with the fact that I have them. I will continue to try and follow the road to health and even though I might falter and fall, I know how to get up now. I know that I am meant to get up and live a healthy and happy life.
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