Not really, he was from Akron, OH...Try to keep up... I quote movies and TV shows ALOT... In the show Roseanne, the Crystal is checking up on Jackie because Jackie is taking care of the kids while Roseanne is with their parents in Moline. Jackie gets pissed that she's there to check on her cause she doesn't think she can handle three kids and Dan..so they get into a tiff and Jackie picks on Crystal "What's with that accent by the way? You grew up in Lanford, just like us." Crystal retorts and Jackie chimes in right along with her "My Daddy was from Arkansas!" and she storms off...I love that moment...
It always makes me laugh at Crystal, and Anchonio always looks at me as if to say "WHAT the hell are you laughing at? You do the same thing..." And apparently I do. Countless people have asked me where I come from...after we're done laughing at "My Mom's vagina...you?" it comes down to my explaining I don't know that I don't talk like every single solitary other Californian..apparenlty I don't though... News to me...really... My FAMILY however, not all from California...The Aunts (my maternal grandmother's sisters, we call them the aunts) hail from Newton, IA...as does my mother's whole side... My generation was all born in CA... Wait...yup, they were. My grandma and her sisters have a very subtle twang to their speech.
Speech... oh my goodness... Part of why I think I sound a touch different from most is due to my year in speech therapy. I don't even remember that poor woman's name except to say that she sat with me every day of Kindergarten and a few days of 1st grade while all the other Kindergarteners were Jazzercising with Mickey and the horrible music coming from the classroom record player. In 1st grade, I was missing nothing. If I can't remember it now, it probably wasn't important then, right? Right. My Choners had the same affliction! Really... he did! And upon finding we were definitely having a family, we automatically accepted the possibilities ahead... Speech therapy classes (ME), Asthma (US), bad eyesight (ME), bad teeth (US), childhood obesity (HIM), enlarged heart (HIM)... once we made the list, Antonio decided that maybe kids weren't such a good idea... let's get an animal. I had a bird once... ONCE... and now we have two girls. So guess which experience was more fulfilling?
Yep.
I just thought about this on the commute this morning... As I was talking to my buddy in Vegas... we talk on the way in to work and on my way out everyday...thank you AT&T free mobile to mobile. And it hit me... "My Daddy was from Arkansas"...and I just couldn't stop thinking about the speech class and that poor woman that made me say "Bear" and "Girl" over and over again, showing me pictures in her stupid flip book. I KNOW what a Bear is, dumb ass, I just can't SAY the shit... let's stay on topic! It was a different version of the people that YELL at foreigners...Yelling, yeah, it won't make them understand English.. That's why I don't really believe in yelling at kids... It's not going to make them smarter... You'll just hurt their little ears. So if you want to hurt them, make it psychological damage instead. It lasts longer and the scars and bruises stay on the inside and take years before anyone of importance will notice..haha, just kidding. But not really.
Still working in the somber wake of losing someone we know, we trudge forward towards the weekend which promises family awesomeness. I hope... My father in law has ALS, Lou Gehrig's disease... He is in the final stages and we know we will be losing him soon. My poor hubby :( After my coworkers son, I went home last night, kissed my chitlins, hugged the choner's for what felt like forever and thought to myself that my darling Father in law is next because these things happen in threes...they ALWAYS do. And he pretty much has a reserved table. This morning I got a call once I got in to work from him that his dad was being admitted to the local chop shop, er, hospital. I haven't gotten a call yet and I'm hoping no news is good news. But my being the sole provider, my honey makes odd decisions sometimes about what can and can't wait for me to come home. Fine, I'll wait. I'm sure things are fine, fine as they can be for him in this situtation. We'll see... other than that, today was pretty status quo...hope for more of the same tomorrow.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Holy mobility batman!
Mobile blogging. I honestly never thought I would be doing this...of course, I could probably fill the Grand Canyon with the things I have done that I swore I never would do! Testing testing... over and out!
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
I swear, I'm not a follower...no...REALLY!
So, I have always wanted to start a blog...It's just that I have a hard time reminding myself that there is no perfect time for anything...My theory always is, though, that there is a "better" time maybe, but a perfect time? No. Never. I didn't want to start this when I wanted to a few years ago because I didn't want to be come uber super obsessed about something new and unknowingly allow things to fall to the wayside. Even though I like to pride myself on my ability to consciously NOT do that, I still have the fear that I will allow it.
I didn't want to do it when my Dad died because I didn't want it to be all about what a wonderful man he was, wonderfully flawed...but wonderful...
I didn't want to do it when my mom was married to my ex-step monster because I plan to right a book on that one day and no one will be stealing my ideas thank you very much.
I didn't want to do it when I got married, wedding blogs can bore ME...imagine what mine would have been like...
Didn't want to when I got pregnant with my first daughter, the baby blogs can bore me too...
imagine how they can bore others?
When my mom got divorced, when I bought my house, when I was expecting my second and so on...now that I feel like I am at a new starting point I feel that this is the time.
Fantastic!
Though why today? Today is not the perfect day either, but it's a good day. It's a good day because I found this morning that my coworkers son was killed on his skateboard last night... wait...what?!?! That makes it a good day?? Yes. It makes it the perfect day...and I will tell you why. And know this, I do not write in correct essay format. I am not writing a book. Were I writing a book, (which I do on my sparest of time) it would look much fancy-shmansier. But I write for myself the way that I talk... In a rant...with pauses...so deal with it.
Moving on, I realized again for the millionth time that I am thankful for the few losses I have suffered in my life...that they have been expected losses... grandparents, aunts, uncles, distant cousins twice removed, parents (albeit too soon), but no siblings...certainly no children. Jesus... (and I take the Lord's name, I'll apologize later, leave me alone). Currently I know no one who's lost a child... I know OF people...but I've never had anyone close to me, that I see 8 hours a day...who brings their kids in to work to show them off...This is fresh new territory... Again...fresh new starts. Today is the first day of the rest of the life of this man. I can relate to that part. I can SO relate to that part.
In other news, I am a new mom (again) and it's excellent. It feels like it didn't even happen. It's great! I am slowly but surely remembering the less sleep...the constant care at this stage. I am constantly reminding myself "it doesn't last forever". Because it doesn't. I am married to a stay at home dad. He's rad. That's all you need to know at this point. It just made sense for us in our situation. That's all. He actually loves it. There are moments...MOMENTS...when he doesn't love it. Fine...there are moments when I don't love it. They don't last long and before you even realizing you are wishing someone would come in with fairy dust and make your kids dissappear for a minute, the moment has passed and you are back to taking too many pictures and making googly eyes at your precious sack of flour that can't move because they are too small to do anything but eat, poop, cry and sleep... and not always in that order.
I hope not to use this as a sounding board or soap box...I don't usually DO that anyway...so I doubt that I will...but just a happy little pip of a few funny -isms here and there that might make people laugh.
I might get a little deep, but for the most part I'll be keeping things in the kiddie pool until I get more familiar with this here blogging contraption... Meanwhile, welcome to what will hopefully turn out to be the mediocre misgivings of a Pepper, a Choni, and their two mickspanic chillrens... (well aware of how I spelled that).
Scooter Pie Face
I didn't want to do it when my Dad died because I didn't want it to be all about what a wonderful man he was, wonderfully flawed...but wonderful...
I didn't want to do it when my mom was married to my ex-step monster because I plan to right a book on that one day and no one will be stealing my ideas thank you very much.
I didn't want to do it when I got married, wedding blogs can bore ME...imagine what mine would have been like...
Didn't want to when I got pregnant with my first daughter, the baby blogs can bore me too...
imagine how they can bore others?
When my mom got divorced, when I bought my house, when I was expecting my second and so on...now that I feel like I am at a new starting point I feel that this is the time.
Fantastic!
Though why today? Today is not the perfect day either, but it's a good day. It's a good day because I found this morning that my coworkers son was killed on his skateboard last night... wait...what?!?! That makes it a good day?? Yes. It makes it the perfect day...and I will tell you why. And know this, I do not write in correct essay format. I am not writing a book. Were I writing a book, (which I do on my sparest of time) it would look much fancy-shmansier. But I write for myself the way that I talk... In a rant...with pauses...so deal with it.
Moving on, I realized again for the millionth time that I am thankful for the few losses I have suffered in my life...that they have been expected losses... grandparents, aunts, uncles, distant cousins twice removed, parents (albeit too soon), but no siblings...certainly no children. Jesus... (and I take the Lord's name, I'll apologize later, leave me alone). Currently I know no one who's lost a child... I know OF people...but I've never had anyone close to me, that I see 8 hours a day...who brings their kids in to work to show them off...This is fresh new territory... Again...fresh new starts. Today is the first day of the rest of the life of this man. I can relate to that part. I can SO relate to that part.
In other news, I am a new mom (again) and it's excellent. It feels like it didn't even happen. It's great! I am slowly but surely remembering the less sleep...the constant care at this stage. I am constantly reminding myself "it doesn't last forever". Because it doesn't. I am married to a stay at home dad. He's rad. That's all you need to know at this point. It just made sense for us in our situation. That's all. He actually loves it. There are moments...MOMENTS...when he doesn't love it. Fine...there are moments when I don't love it. They don't last long and before you even realizing you are wishing someone would come in with fairy dust and make your kids dissappear for a minute, the moment has passed and you are back to taking too many pictures and making googly eyes at your precious sack of flour that can't move because they are too small to do anything but eat, poop, cry and sleep... and not always in that order.
I hope not to use this as a sounding board or soap box...I don't usually DO that anyway...so I doubt that I will...but just a happy little pip of a few funny -isms here and there that might make people laugh.
I might get a little deep, but for the most part I'll be keeping things in the kiddie pool until I get more familiar with this here blogging contraption... Meanwhile, welcome to what will hopefully turn out to be the mediocre misgivings of a Pepper, a Choni, and their two mickspanic chillrens... (well aware of how I spelled that).
Scooter Pie Face
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