Bday Shout 060309

Due to a series of recent events (i.e. moving out of San Francisco, taking online classes, finals, and working PT), I have failed to update my blog on a continuous basis. With majority of the chaos finally coming to a close, I will be making an effort to update my blog once again. I am also planning on updating Down the Rabbit Hole while in Mexico instead of sending out mass e-mails to my family and friends. So if you want in on the loop, adventures, and tribulations down South, you may want to check back regularly beginning in July. On with the bdays...

I figured a bday shout for my mom is the best reason to jumpstart my blog once again. So, happy belated birthday, mom!! I hope you had a great day and find some time to veg out and relax the weekend. Love you!

Like mother like daughter?

People say that we look alike and talk alike. I introduced my mom to Gchat tonight and later on in the "chat" (even though she was writing essays), my mom began complaining about losing slash someone taking her nice jacket the other night at a restaurant, which may or may not have been a happy hour.

"Somehow in my normal drunken stupor it must've slipped down and I didn't notice I didn't have it when I left." - Mom

Later on in the convo...

"You lose bus passes. I lose clothes!" - Mom

Maybe we're more alike than we realize. Mierda!

My Parents

I heard my mom say to my dad this morning, "See you at salsa class, boy!" My parents met in college and recently celebrated their 30th Anniversary. Still in love, my parents are now enrolled in weekly salsa classes. I tried uploading a video of them dancing and showing off the "cool" turns they recently learned, but I think the file is too big.

"Never Marry a Blonde"

Aside from Lola still "praying" for me, my mom taught me an insightful lesson today - never marry a blonde.

I don't recall what stemmed this convo, but I do know her rationalization behind the advice was that she doesn't want a redhead grandchild. After a couple of minutes chatting about why I shouldn't marry a blonde and the fact that she married a blonde, my mom changed her mind and very PC-ish said, "It's ok. I would love them no matter what."

Thanks, Mom! You know what they say, like mother like daughter. I bet she's praying for me too. :)

Pray for a nice young man

I visited my grandma, Lola, today to catch up and spend a little one-on-one time. After realizing that I am in fact 25, not 23, she rubbed my back and told me that she would pray for me. Here's how the convo went:

Lola: "No, you're not 25. You're funny. You're still only 23."
Me: "No, I turned 25 in August, silly."
Lola: "Ooooh nooooo. I will pray for you."
Me: "What do you mean?"
Lola: "Here are some prayer books." (hands me three prayer books). "I will help pray for you to meet a nice young Catholic man."
Me: "I don't need to pray for that. If I were to pray, there are other things I should be worried about."
Lola: "It's ok. If you need help, just ask your mom. She used to date a lot of nice young men."

My mom's reaction to the convo:
Mom: "Hmm... well, they weren't all nice and they weren't all young. But I'll spare you the details. What Lola doesn't know won't kill her."

Classic.