Blueberry Cream Cheese pockets

Tonight I made Blueberry Cream Cheese pockets for my ladies group. I saw the recipe on Pintrest. They were easy to make and turned out very yummy. This recipe will be a keeper!

Blueberry Cream Cheese pockets

Tonight I made Blueberry Cream Cheese pockets for my ladies group. I saw the recipe on Pintrest. They were easy to make and turned out very yummy. This recipe will be a keeper!

Back to the blog

Per the request of my sista-in-luv I am reviving my blog.

Life is crazy busy. It feels like I blink and another month has gone by.

We had today off for MLK Day. I cleaned my room and bath room. Also I did 5 loads of laundry and went to Walmart. I wandered the aisles at Wally world with a largish hole in my pants which I didn't know about until I got home and Amor said something about it! Oops! Then he asks my brother-in-law if he saw my butt. B.I.L. said he did not so Amor informed him that it was very very white! Sheesh.

She's Alive!

So, maybe I haven't found just a whole lot to be humorous about lately. Being dumped can have that effect on you. Not to mention gaining 15 lbs of breakup weight! Boooo! Anyway, I am slowly and surely getting back to my old self, with a few updates. I actually found out that I still know how to laugh, so what if I had to resort to pharmaceutical help? When you are looking into the bottom of an ice cream container and you can't remember how you got there its time to ask for some help! (better ice cream than tequila!)

A new chapter in my life has started and although I still don't know where it will end up I am ready for the ride. Here's to discovering something new around ever corner, every dip and pothole. PARATUS SUM!

Lost in Translation...

For weeks now the Honduran has been telling me about working for a particular customer. He says I am working for meester yays. Now, since I have discovered that he tends to eat the end of his words when he is speaking English I assumed that he was talking about a man named Mr Yates. This week I went over to visit him while he worked at meester yay's house, only to discover that Mr Yates is actually Mr Jay! When I pulled into the yard of a well known local artist, who's first name is Jay, I about wet my pants laughing. I recovered enough to get out of the car and wipe the tell-tale signs off my face before greeting the Honduran with a raidant grin. In retrospect I should have come to this conclusion ages ago because he calls all his clients by Mr or Mrs and their first names. It just didn't dawn on me! It's not the first time and won't be the last time that he has to repeat himself a million times until I catch on and say "oh...such and such" because I finally got the English word my poor baby was trying to say. Lord, clean out my ears! I really need one of those cool translator ear things from Star Trek. Think Best Buy has one?

Yes, folks, She can be taught!

So, if its a problem, let's fix it...

My thought process: Okay, Houston, we have a problem. Step 1-contact the most qualified person to diagnose the problem. Step 2-cringe, sweat, swear and cry but then pay for repair, correction or solution to problem. Step 3-Feel loss at the amount the bank balance has dropped or how long I will have to keep paying for the fix. Step 4-Relief that the problem is fixed...aaaahhhh.

The Honduran's thought process: Problem? What is a problem. That's not a problem. Call a friend who has a friend that knows a guy who can fix problem real cheap.

Dilemma: North American thinking and Central American thinking do not blend well!

The past couple days I have learned that it is not going to be easy to submit to the Honduran's brand of problem solving. However, part of getting married is stepping out of the very comfortable, broken in pair of take care of myself shoes and into the tight, pinching, will need lots of practice to wear let him take care of me shoes. I see blisters in my future. I think I better hit up the Walgreens for a case of band-aids! I have a feeling this old dog is going to be learning lots of new tricks.

"Let me tell you something, Toula. The man is the head, but the woman is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants."

Reasons I need to learn Spanish

1) So I can explain how I feel when I feel something besides "happy" or "mad" since apparantly the Honduran thinks those are the only emotions on earth.

2) So I can laugh too when everyone in the room is laughing and I ask the Honduran what's funny and he says "Nada"!!

3) So I can win Lotteria. I am too slow and they've flipped 6 cards by the time I realize that I knew that word and I had that picture on my board!!!

4) So I really know what's happening on all the novellas I am having to watch.

5) Because "I love you, you are my heart" sounds so much prettier in Espanol and I want to be able to say something equally as pretty in return.

6) So I can quit having to copy and paste song lyrics and text messages into Google Translate.

I am sure I can come up with some others but these were the ones that were fresh in my mind. I am not picking up the lingo quite as fast as I would like. I think I need much more practice!