"Leeme Estas Cartas" (Read my mail)

My grandparents never learned how to read English. There was no need because they have grandchildren that would translate. Me in particular. My grandpa was the cutest. He would call me to go over and read thier mail.

He would always greet us downstairs. He would have his mail bundled up and rubber-banded. He did not want anyone to interrupt me while I was reading it. If my mom was there with me, he would ask my mom and grandma to go the other room. Of course, they would not bother me. BUT, after a while, (just to mess with my grandpa), I would tell him that they were making too much noise for me. He would say "Ay, ya le dije a Margarita que se fuera para el otro cuarto!" He would seriously get mad, I would crack up, and then he was fine :D

Tonight I went over to my Grandma's (Margarita). She had some mail for me to read. Amongst that, there were 3 different electric companies correspondence. She didn't even know which company she is with now!! My mom and my grandma need to learn how to say "NO!!!" Some reps take advantage of their language barrier!

So being there tonight reminded me of my grandpa. But, I know he's in a happier place.

Why do I still dread the punishment?

Not that my parents can really punish me or anything, but I dread when I don't follow through on something they have asked me to do. I am a grown adult! My dad was expecting for me to visit my grandma (Panchita) in Mexico this past weekend, unfortunatley I was not able to go. I don't even want to see his name on my caller ID right now!

My mom asked me to take her curling iron to my other grandma's (Margarita) house on Saturday. Did I take it? NO! Did I want to see her at my grandma's house this morning? NO! I had no choice. I got there and I could already tell she was bothered. grrr.

Is it normal to still feel like this, even though I'm married, live on my own, and have my own children? I don't live under their roof anymore! I have at least gotten a lot better. In the beginning of our marriage, Abel would get mad because I would still listen to my dad. It took me a long time to even dare go against his wishes. One of the first ones was when I bought my 1999 Ford Mustang. This decision I made while still single, well, actually engaged. Boy, was he NOT happy. OH well!! He wanted for me to buy a used Suburban!!! Golly, I didn't even have children!!

I am not saying I disrespect them. I love and respect them.

She's got a new look...

This week I noticed I had mucho split ends.  I knew it was time for a trim.  My hair doesn't grow fast, so I'm always hesitant in even trimming it.  I was hoping I could sneak in a hair cut before Abel got back home from Georgia.  Thank goodness there was an available slot.  I ended cutting off 6 inches! Brave, Brave.....  

I was going to take a serious pic for the before photo, but, as you may already know, that was hard for me to do.  That's how most before's are, all serious.  Then in the after pics, you have to look all happy! 

Abel really liked my new look.  I like it to :)

Anyways, I'd like to thank my photographer, Christi.  Thank you ma'am.

Here fishy, fishy, fishy......

I love this picture!!!! My hunny went fishing early this morning. And check out what he caught!! A 23 1/2 inch "RED." Since he does't have a BLOG, I've gotta put his little adventure on me blog.


He went with his cousin Jorge. Jorge also caught a fish, I guess I'll pimp his fish aswell.......





Abel said he had fun. I'd be a little scared getting on a boat. But I guess I would try it someday. I'd wear double life jacket and the lifesaver thing :)