Mama Nancy and Daddy Carlos answer your questions

Y’all know how much I love my parents. Really love them. I don’t go a day without talking to one (most of the time, both) of them. They’re fantastic.

I am super lucky that my friends love them, too and value their advice. So when I came up with the idea of letting my mama take over my blog as an “Ask Mama Nancy” thing, my friends were totally into it.

Well, folks, y’all have blown my socks off. We got so many great questions and I am especially grateful that Mama Nancy AND Daddy Carlos have chosen to answer them for you.

Without further ado…

1. What is your skin care regimen?-Miss Carrie

Mama Nancy: Because I don’t have a specific routine that I follow involving morning creams, cleansing, nightly creams, cleansing, etc. with expensive anti-aging creams/lotions/etc. (although I probably should), I do use products containing moisturizer as much as possible. Most of my life I have used Ivory soap for baths and to remove makeup.  Within last five years have begun use moisturizing hand soap for baths and hand washing (buy the large “Soft Soap” bottles of Honey and Cream).  I use Suave body lotion (Baby Powder scent) after bath. Cetafil moisturizing cream on my face as my base before applying makeup, and do not wear makeup on the weekends (unless we are going out).   

 
Daddy Carlos: coffee, drink water, and take my vitamins.
 
2. What’s the worst thing Aislinn ever did as a kid?-Anonymous

MN: Sneaking out of the house at age 13. Aislinn snuck out of the house via her bedroom window late at night after we had all gone to bed to go joy riding with some friends.  Given the hour and her means of exiting guessing she believed I would never find out. WRONG!!!!  Momma’s can feel it when their kids are up to something.  I woke up during the night.  Checked in on her and found her not in bed and the window slightly raised and the screen removed.  I replaced the screen; locked the window; turn off the lights in her room, and waited.  At around 2:00 a.m.  I heard her at the window.  She knew she had been found out and was in trouble.   I opened the front door, stood on the porch and waited for her to come to me.  I told her I was extremely disappointed in her. Through this one thoughtless act she had endangered herself and lost my trust, which would take a considerable time to earn back. She was grounded for a month, and I mean grounded.  She never, ever did it again.

She failed to tell y’all how my daddy kept me up the entire night and the rest of the next day doing housework and mowing the lawn because he said “you wanna stay up all night? Okay. We’re gonna stay up alllll night.” Damn right I never did that again.
 

 DC: Kiss a boy in the computer room. Poor guy, I made him so uncomfortable that he had to leave. Well, that’s what daddies do.

 
3. Do you ever worry about Aislinn getting hurt at CrossFit?-John

MN: All the time.

DC: Yes, I worry all the time because she does not listen.

 
4. What is the most embnarrassing thing you witnessed Aislinn do during high school?-Chad “The Judge” Judy

MN: I can’t recall Aislinn ever doing anything to embarrass me. I do recall her “yearly fall” in the upperclassman halls while in junior high and high school and even the first year of college.  Had I fallen in a crowd as she did, I would have been supremely embarrassed.  So each time I learned about a fall, I felt embarrassed for her (but only after ensuring she had not hurt herself). But she wasn’t really embarrassed, either.  Her reaction upon falling flat on her face in a crowded school hallway (or in front of the LSU Student Union) was to laugh at herself.  (Good for her!)  Inevitably, the good looking guys would run to her rescue. (Maybe that is why she was never embarrassed?)

DC: Floor (knock out) one of the boys cause he would not stop bothering her and trying to kiss her.

5. What was the greatest unrealized fear you had while Aislinn was growing up?-Kristie
MN: The late night call to tell me she has been harmed/hurt in some way.  That fears stays with me, and I hope it stays unrealized always.
 
DC: That she grows up to be one of those who falls in the category of “Help! I have started talking and I can’t shut up”.  A car accident.
 

6. What was Aislinn like as a baby? Was she ever dropped on her head?-Jarrell
MN: Beautiful, inside and out, quick to laugh, inquisitive, bright, and absolutely the light of my life (I swear she has to say this, y’all. She’s my MOM).  We never dropped her on her head, but she did sustain a fall when she was about a year and a half hitting her head on a carpeted concrete floor. She opened her mouth to let out a scream that did not come. She could not breathe. I felt overwhelming fear and panic run the length of my body as I rushed to pick her up. Thankfully, my husband did not panic.  He told me to blow in her face.  I did.  She let out the loudest wail and I felt relief, but not for long.  I immediately called the pediatrician to ask about signs of a concussion.   Although she seemed fine and exhibited none of the signs of a concussion, I lay awake with her cuddled next to me throughout the night while she slept, just in case.  She’s had her falls and spills (see #4 above), but I learned fear and panic can wait, when it comes to your baby, it was more important to stay calm and do what is needed.

DC: Dude, anyone can see she has “Dain Bramage”.  Dude where have you been? (Thanks, Daddy)
 
7. What’s your favorite food?-Anonymous
MN: Beef fajitas and guacamole.

DC: Aaahhhhh anything that tastes good and if I am allergic to it…well I will just have to deal with that later.
 
8. Why isn’t Aislinn named “Nancy III”?-Anonymous
MN: Because she would not have been a III (Junior, maybe, but I didn’t like my name enough to saddle my daughter with a “junior”), and I really liked the name “Aislinn” which is Gaelic for “Beloved Dream”.  I was given both my mother’s legal name (Aurora) and her nickname (Nancy).  Nancy a nickname?  Let me tell you a story.  When my mother was born, my grandmother named her Nancy. My grandfather liked the name Aurora.  In those days, with home births, birth certificates were completed at the county courthouse.  My grandfather did the honors. Guess what name he put on the birth certificate?  Right!  Not Nancy. When my mom needed a copy of her birth certificate at age 18, the courthouse personnel were unable to find it under the name Nancy.  But they did find an Aurora with her date of birth and parents.  (My grandmother gave my grandfather an earful about this, according to my mother). Mom, nonetheless, was always and forever known as Nancy never using the name Aurora. 
I loved the name Aislinn.  First saw it in a book by Kathleen Woodiweiss called “The Wolf and the Dove”, a book I read after finals my senior year in college in 1974 (13 years before Aislinn was born.).  Loved the beauty and the strength of the character named Aislinn and the name itself.  Thought then about naming a daughter Aislinn, IF I ever had one.  In 1987, when my husband and I learned we were going to have a baby girl.  He readily agreed.  He selected her middle name Alysse. 

DC: I guess for the same reason girls don’t use their mother’s wedding dress.  From what I can see…naming the kid after you/wearing the mom’s dress seems to be the mother’s wish and the daughter tries to let her down gently by saying ” But Mom, the last time you saw this dress it was on yourself.  Why would you want to ruin that vision?” (Is that a left handed complement?) Way to reference my post, daddy. Haha.
 
9. What’s your favorite thing about the ranch?-Jarrell
MN: Sitting under a mesquite tree drinking ice cold beer. Eating the fajitas, mojellas, and pinto beans cooked over an open campfire. And leaving.

DC: No one to bother me and can “Crop dust” all I want or as more sophisticated people like to say “drop a Rose” Farting, guys. He’s talking about farting.
 
10. What’s the best piece of advice you can give to high school girls?-Anonymous
MN: Wow!  That’s a tough one.   Given all the pressures of high school (which unfortunately continue to some degree or another thereafter, too), I think the best advice is to know your values, live your values, and know you have value.  AND when and if you have any doubts or are in any way uncertain, talk to your parents.  We were young once, too.  The challenges of growing up don’t really change that much. 

DC: Support yourself women have the last word on sex.  You can always borrow a guy for the night cause it is less expensive.  And go on about your business and don’t hold your breath and girls should stop thinking that being married is the ultimate thing in life.
 
11. How do you make your hair so perfect?-Anonymous
MN: Trust me, it is far from perfect!  (Wavy with frizzies) But when it does look “perfect” it is because of the precision haircut by an excellent master haircutter named Helen at Visible Changes in Memorial City Mall who over the past 15 years has come to know my hair and what it can and cannot (or should not) do.  AND a Chi straightener.

DC: I don’t.  It’s too much work and if you’re ugly like me, what difference could it make? Perfect guys hair is like when I see people who dyed there hair and now they really look dead…sorry, that is not one of my aspirations.
 
12. What’s your best advice about dealing with boys?-Jill
MN: See answer to # 10 above.

DC: Just treat us like your dog (hope you’re a good owner).  Yes, we will tell you what you want to hear but you must understand that we do not really mean it ’cause…’cause well, we weren’t made that way!

13. What are your top 5 favorite southern sayings?-Lacey

MN: “If I tell you a rooster can plow, hitch him up.” (My favorite!)

“Love does not go begging.”

“One day, I hope you have a child just like you.” (Her mama “blessed” her with this curse and she did the same to me. Safe to say…I’m not planning kiddos) 
“If you want it done right, do it yourself.”
“Never get involved with anyone that has less to lose than you do.”
 

DC: “Wow, that chick is hot.” 
“Does it taste good?” 
“Does it come with fries?” 
“Have it your way”
“Thank you”
 

14. What’s the best advice you’ve ever given Aislinn that’s been passed down from a prior generation of your family?-Miss Dulcie
MN: Despite my having vehemently insisted I would never repeat it to my children because I hated hearing it, the best advice is, “Because I said so!”  Your parents are the ones who will always love you unconditionally, have only your best interest at heart, and are determined to protect you from all things including yourself and to help you learn to be the best you can be. When they say, “Because I said so,” it is after consideration of all of the above.  The hope is that once they are adults, they will have come to that realization and make decisions for themselves they have learned to love themselves unconditionally, act in their own best interest, and make decisions that makes them and their lives the best it can be.

DC: If you don’t stop kissing that boy in the computer room, I am going to beat you both with a chancla (sandal. In Spanish). Aislinn will say the same thing to her nieces ’cause she is not allowed to marry. Okay, she can adopt a dog.
 
15. What’s the best original advice you’ve ever given Aislinn?-Miss Dulcie
MN: Truthfully, I can’t think of any advice I have ever given that is not in some way derived from something I learned from my mother or my father.  Maybe that is the way it should be.

DC: I’m proud of you for decking that boy to the floor.  Oh, don’t listen to your mother she’s a girl.
 
16. As a mama, can you put into words the amount of accomplishment you feel for Aislinn?-Xavier
MN: I feel the same overwhelming sense of joy and wonder today for Aislinn as I did the first time the nurse put her in my arms 26 years ago.  She was a wonder then – my first and only child, with 10 perfect fingers and toes, my nose, her daddy’s eyes and chin, and my mom and dad’s first grandchild.  Throughout her life, I have seen wonderful traits and characteristics I can trace back to my mother and others within the family. To this day she continues to amaze me with all her talents, skills, her passions and compassion, and all she is capable of doing, has accomplished, and is likely to accomplish in the future.  She truly is a composite of all that is the best of both her daddy and I and all those who came before her.  We are blessed.

DC: My wife would say “Thank you Mija for not listening to your Dad”.  Sorry guys, girls don’t understand that things work better in reverse…she listened to me kind of a lot and she came out purtyyy good.
 
17. How high do you have to count before responding to sass from Aislinn?-Miss Dulcie (lol!)
MN: I don’t.  I immediately give her “the look” which she has come to know from an early age, means stop it NOW, or I say, “You don’t talk to me that way,” and walk away.  Either way, she knows she is in trouble and it will cost her something she values.

DC: First I will slap the biscuits out of you and conserve my energy for something more rewarding than counting.  Counting, really?  Who the hell started that?  Could not have been a guy.
 
18. How can you let your daughter join the Marines?  Is it because she’s an adult?-Anonymous
MN: You answered your own question, but I’d like to elaborate a bit.  Aislinn is an adult who is responsible for making her own decisions regarding her life and its direction.  Thankfully, she still asks our opinion and considers it . Aislinn comes from a family on both sides who have served their country.  Her grandfathers on both sides and ALL of her great uncles WWII veterans.  Several of her uncles and cousins, also on both sides of the family, have served and continue to in the military. (One even graduated from the Air Force Academy.) That she would consider the military is not a surprise given the value we place on service to country and community.  However, we are also very aware of the inherent risks of military service.  We trust she will consider all aspects of any commitment she may choose to make to serve in the military, and if in the end she decides to make the commitment, then I like my grandmothers, aunts, and my mother before me, will pray every day that she be kept out of harm’s way and sees her safely home.

DC: Sounds to me like someone does not think the Marines are a good organization.  This falls under one of many categories but the first and most pressing is “success or failure on your terms or mine”.  Only after the decision has been made and there is some history behind it will we know if it was the right decision or not.  Any one coming out of the forces and says it was good is saying they were successful.  If a person says the experience was negative then we’ll know it was not successful.  The idea is life is to line up what you will be involved in in a manor such that it is leading you toward your goals or accomplishments.  I remember when she was a kid and set up a lemonade stand.  She was disappointed to say the least.  So I asked, “what did you learn?”  She started with these people are this, that and the other.  So I told her “No. What you learned was: that Lemonade is not what sells around here, bone head!!!”  Oh don’t worry she did many other things and succeeded.
 
19. What is your exercise regimen?-Anonymous 
MN: Zumba!

DC: Work at the ranch and have a can of Bud Light in each hand.  You should see how well developed my…


…stomach is.
Did you really think I was going to say arms?
 
20. Does Aislinn get her determination from you or from Daddy Carlos, or both?
If its from both, how do you guys get along?-Anonymous

MN: Probably from both of us, but Aislinn is her own person and perhaps represents the best of both of us.  As for my husband and I, we have been happily married for almost 28 years. So far; so good. (At the time of our engagement, my husband jokingly set out the terms of a marriage contract as he envisioned it – a 50 year term of marriage with an option to renew every 10 years thereafter.  Even after 28 years, fully expect to fulfil the terms of the contact and then some!) 

DC: Mostly I am amazed at how smart Nancy and Aislinn are. Me, I don’t want to be smart. It’s too much responsibility. Of course, when we get pissy we say things like, “well, you’re just like your uncle so and so!” but that doesn’t last long ’cause then I get hungry and decide that eating is more important than being pissy. Hey, what do you want? I’m a guy, remember? The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Duh. Where have you been?
 
21. Are you a regular reader of Eat Pray WOD?  As I said before, the genius of Aislinn’s blog is that we can all see a little of ourselves in her experiences.-Anonymous
MN: If checking Aislinn’s blog every 2 or 3 weeks or so and reading all entries to catch up equates to regular, then yes, I am a regular reader.  I’m glad you think Aislinn’s blog is “genius”.  I think she is pretty awesome myself.  I love her sense of self and humor. She makes me laugh (most of the time.)

DC: Us guys don’t even read instructions when they are provided…what would ever make anyone think that I would read a blog? Hell, I was busy installing a “Solar powered water pump”.  Do you really believe I have time to read a blog? Goodness. HAHAHAHA He makes a valid point.
22. Will you adopt me?  I can always use some sage advice.  Its okay if Aislinn is your favorite.-Anonymous
MN:  You know, after we had Aislinn, my husband and I wanted more children.  We tried and sought medical help, but after a while we decided to leave it in God’s hands. God’s answer was, “No.” As is often the case, we sometimes do not know the “reason” behind God’s plan for us.  Now that we have seen Aislinn through elementary, junior high, high school, college, graduate school, and all of the attendant costs, challenges, etc. we now know the reason — ONE CHILD IS MORE THAN ENOUGH!!!!!   Please do not take offense.  We are just too far along in years to start over.   Nonetheless, will give you one piece of advice — you have only to look homeward for sage advice.

DC: When I see parents putting up with their “little tricycle motors” (babies), I am sooooo glad that I am older than dirt and past all the child raising. When you get old you get very selfish with your time. I guess if I had a lot of money, I would do it, but don’t hold your breath. I am not in the mood for putting up with more stuff.
 

23. What happened to flight 370?-Jill and Steve
MN: It never arrived at its destination and has disappeared.  Beyond that, it is anyone’s guess.
 
DC: Oh yea, the dam plane.  I’ll tell you what happened to the dam plane…it’s MISSING!
 
Thank you to all of you who wrote in questions. This is hands down the funniest post I never wrote. And thanks to my wonderful parents who indulge me in every crazy, harebrained idea I have. Even when it involves me calling them in the middle of the night begging for them to take over my blog for a day.

‘Cause we could all be better people

I’m taking a cue from my friend Lauren over at Breaking the Mold today and making some goals for this year. Not too many, not too few, just enough. 

20 in ’14.

I’m not much for resolutions, but I always seem to find areas in my life that I can improve upon. Because we can all be better people, right?!

So here it goes:

Blog:
1. Increase readership through use of social media (I’m stuck using my personal twitter when I should be using my Eat.Pray.WOD twitter!) If you wanna follow me on Eat.Pray.WOD twitter you can do that HERE. If you want to follow me on my personal twitter, you can do that HERE.
2. Post more often. I was kinda slacking in the last half of 2013.
3. Bring back some fan favorite features…like Athlete Profiles!
4. Promote my Facebook Page more.
5. Gain more/Maintain awesome relationships with sponsors and fellow bloggers. Hi friends!

Family:
6. Write my daddy a letter every week
7. Call my mama everyday.
8. Visit home once a month
9. Spend a major holiday with my sister and brother
10. Visit Hebbronville home at least once this year

Fitness:
11. Continue running 3-5 times/week
12. Continue crossfitting 4-6 times/week
13. 18% body fat! Say whaaaaat? I don’t even know if this is really possible.
14. Mother effin’ muscle ups.
15. 8 minute mile.

Personal:
16. Buy myself a new piece of work clothing twice a month.
17. WEAR JEWELRY! 
18. Actually do my laundry all the way. Wash, dry, fold, put away–at the same damn time!
19. Run Komen Race for the Cure in memory of my girl, Randa
20. Volunteer at the VA clinic on a regular basis. 


So there you go. 
20 in ’14. 
Here’s hoping I can keep it together and accomplish this stuff and hoping my girl Lauren will keep me accountable!

Do y’all have any big goals for 2014?

Here we go, 2014. Me and you.


If my mother only knew…

If you were to ask my mama, she would say I wasn’t that bad of a kid. Ask me? I was a demon child. 

Don’t let the Glamour Shots fool you. And that denim jacket gave me ALL the life.

I made good grades but I challenged everything. I thought every confrontation could be solved with a fight (oh. you wanna fight about it?). I always had to know “why?” I bitched and complained about cleaning, cooking, and sewing.

“Mom! Why do I have to sew?”
“Because who is going to darn your husband’s socks, Aislinn?”

“Mom! Why do I have to talk Spanish?”
“Because how else will you talk to your mother-in-law, Aislinn?”

“Mom! Why do I have to cook?” 
“Because I don’t want to, Aislinn.”
(Just kidding. My mother tolerates loves cooking)

“Mom! Why do I have to write and speak correctly?! I wanna say ‘lol’, ‘brb’, and spell ‘cool’ like ‘kewl’ like my friends!”

(with a really judgemental look on her face)
“Because you will sound ignorant and I will not let anyone say that ignorance came out of this house. Also because people will judge you.”

God. I was so annoying. 

Second grade. Yes, I have a pasta necklace on. Yes, that is my real hair. All that judgment you’re doing? Quit it. Right now. Second grade was rough.

Once I got into junior high and high school, I started being a rebel. Kind of. Like, I did things I wasn’t supposed to…but there was NO WAY I was gonna flaunt it in my parents’ faces. Because I knew some kids who did that and their parents were just like “oh no! What will we do about our rebellious child?”
…but I knew if I did it, my parents would murder me. Straight Texas Chainsaw Massacre. 

I was a rebel on the down low, yo.

So! If my mother only knew…

1. I tried smoking cigarettes twice. Both times they were Virginia Slims Menthol Lights. Both times I failed miserably and I did NOT become an immediate addict like all the literature in the school nurses office said I would if I tried smoking. 

2. One time, in college, I skipped all my classes for an entire month to pick up extra shifts at work because I blew all my money at one time and couldn’t afford to pay my bills. I didn’t tell my parents because I was really embarrassed that I could be so irresponsible. 

3. My first semester of freshman year at LSU, I literally drove every other weekend to San Antonio to spend time with my then boyfriend, but he was not the reason I wanted to transfer to UTSA. That would be because I wanted to take class with my best friend, Brittany.

4. In elementary school, I used to creep into her room and try on her bras to estimate how big my boobs would get and then meticulously fold them back the way that she had them so she wouldn’t notice. Ha. 
(ladies, don’t even try to tell me you didn’t do that)

5. I always knew that she kept Christmas presents at the bottom of her closet behind the shoes, but I would literally WILL myself to stay away from them. I didn’t want to ruin her surprise (she LOVES giving Christmas presents).

6. (if my mama and daddy both knew!) One time, my dad almost accidentally threw away all of the love letters, pictures, and little notes/artifacts from before and just after my parents got married. I managed to save them before certain demise and I’ve kept them safe ever since to avoid a accidental and unfortunate fate at the bottom of a trash can. 

I know I’m saying all these like she doesn’t know…but knowing Mama Nancy, she probably does know. With the exception of the last one. And if she didn’t before…she knows now! (hi, mom!) 

Linking up with: Two Thirds Hazel and Mommy in Heels

Daddy ain’t raise no fool

Father’s day!

I am super lucky to have not only a great mama, but an amazing daddy as well. And because today’s father’s day, it’s a good time to celebrate him!

I was like, 8. It was a wedding. I didn’t pick my dress. Don’t be judgemental.

Dear Daddy Carlos,

I already sent you a card in the mail, but you’ll read this before you get it (mainly because I had it ready to go and forgot that I needed stamps. And naturally it took me forever to get them. So the card will be late. Some things never change). Everyday I get older, I am more and more thankful for a dad like you.  


Growing up your daughter has been the best learning experience. You are the biggest believer of learning by doing. How do you figure out you shouldn’t touch a hot stove? Touch it.  My whole life, you never ever felt sorry for me. And it used to make me so mad! I would sit there and sulk about problems and life and you’d tell me, “well, quit pouting about it and do something about it.” You had so much faith in me to solve my own problems and you taught me to have faith in myself.

Dad and his take!

Thanks for always reminding me that nothing is ever boring, if you are bored than YOU, in fact, are boring. Thank you for teaching me that the grass is not greener on the other side, it’s green where you water it and that you are responsible for your own happiness. 


 Thanks for teaching me what a man should be and how a father and a husband should behave. Thank you for always making sure that I know that a real man opens doors, is respectful, and does everything he can do to get where he needs to go. 

Dad and my brother, Carlos III

Thanks for always encouraging me to learn everything I can about everything and read everything I can get my hands on. Thanks for teaching me how important it is to develop personal relationships with people and remember things about them. Thank you for teaching me the importance of working hard and earning what you get. It’s a concept lost on so many these days. 

Thanks for being instrumental in teaching me how to be a lady and do the things that ladies do. Thank you, also for making sure I never cut my baby hair and affirming that my curly hair is beautiful. Thank you for teaching me to do a handstand and a one-handed cartwheel. Greatest party tricks ever. 

From left: Daddy Carlos, Tio Leonel, Tio Romeo

Thanks for teaching me to be a tough girl, dig a hole, shoot a hog, throw a punch, skin a snake, cook a stew, grill a steak, and (maybe most importantly) dance. Thank you for not letting me wear makeup until I was 17. Because of you, I still don’t wear very much. I save money AND my skin still looks good. Thanks for passing down your awesome eye color even though your eyes get more and more green every year. 

Thanks for making me a strong girl. A girl who is capable of anything and believes in her abilities. Thanks for giving me the strength to have the drive and determination to do whatever it is that I could possibly want to do. Thank you for raising a woman that “no man can handle” 😉 Thanks for being such an amazing idol that I have trouble believing that any man could ever live up to you.

Most of all, thank you for being a dad and never my friend. You and mom both always said that you were my parents and that I have enough friends. Thank you for always making the difficult decisions to make me better and for sacrificing whatever you had to for your family. 

I love you con queso.

Baby Girl

From left: Little girl, Dad, Baby Girl


Also, if you’re in the Katy area, the Benefit for Randa Sixkiller is happening in LESS THAN ONE WEEK! On June 22, please make sure that you head out with the Sunday Funday crew and eat some grub to fight cancer! Head on out to Texas Borders where a percentage of your food purchase will count toward fundraising efforts.

If you can’t make it to Katy, please make sure you head to the Sunday Funday website and purchase a shirt! Purchases of shirts will go to benefit for Randa.
www.sundayfundaykaty.com

You+Me=US and other things I didn’t learn in school

Day 23 of #blogeverydayinMay challenge. Thanks to Jenni, I might not have anything left to write after May!

“Things you’ve learned that school won’t teach you.”

How to deal with heartbreak.
Maybe some of you learned this while you were actually in school, but I can say with a rather large amount of confidence that I didn’t learn this in Calculus. (even though you+me does, in fact, equal us)
I remember my first real breakup really well. And I was devastated. An unnatural level of devastated. 17 year old Ace was all like, “WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW? I LOVED HIM! I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT HIM!” Well, look at you now, 25 year old Ace. Breathin’ ‘n’ shit.



Me and my very first, real life, boyfriend. Don’t judge my outfit. I was on the damn dance team. Also, those are homecoming mums in the right picture. What? Your school didn’t walk around on homecoming day with flowers attached to 5 foot long ribbons on them? What kind of weirdo school did you go to?

You gotta be smarter than the shit you’re f*ckin’ with.
This one I learned directly from my friends. Whenever you’re dealing with a problem, you have to be smarter than the problem. You have to look at the entire thing, from all sides. You have to look at the short run and the long run and then determine your next move. You can’t live totally in the right now but you can’t live totally in the future. So you have you outsmart the problem always. And people who can outsmart the trouble usually find that trouble doesn’t find them often.

Stupid is as stupid does.
Big shoutout to Forrest Gump for the eloquent way to sum this one up. Basically, if you do stupid things, you are stupid. Point, blank, period. There’s no way to get around that one, chief. Yes, we all fudge up and do dumb things once in awhile and of course, you can redeem yourself. But if you do them, even for that moment, you are stupid. So quit that shit. Also, you cannot ever convince a stupid person that he or she is not stupid. You just can’t. You can try, but it’ll only result in you being frustrated and overwhelmed. The best you can do is smile, say, “you know what? You’re right” and then leave it to them to figure out that they’re dumb.


Of all the things that don’t really matter, family does.
Family matters. And not like the TV show. Growing up (and living 10 hours away from home) has made me realize just how important family really is. There’s no one who will quite understand your brand of crazy but your family. Probably because they’re the same brand of crazy as you.

You should know that the picture at the left is barely even an eighth of my family. Notice my grandma is laughing. I loved the way her laugh sounded. 

Mama Nancy, Daddy Carlos and Me. A family of characters.

Always stay friends with the people that knew you when you were awkward and ugly. This is how you know these people are your real friends.
If you had friends during your awkward middle and high school years, keep them. You know they’re your friends because they accepted you even when you were at your ugliest. Plus, by now, they probably have way too much on you to ever get rid of them legally.
LOL.

Crisco and Wedding Rings

Day 18 of Jenni @Story Of My Life’s #blogeverydayinMay Challenge.

“Tell a story from your childhood. Dig deep and try to be descriptive about what you remember and how you felt.”

Mmm. A childhood story.
Just a warning: if you’re on a paleo challenge you may not wanna read this.

I come from a pretty hispanic family and we probably eat all the foods that you imagine we do. And my grandma was the best cook in the whole world. Rice and beans, enchiladas, calabasa con pollo, huevos rancheros. Nom nom nom. My most favorite thing to eat was my grandma’s homemade tortillas. They were perfection. They were thick and buttery and amazing. 

I remember watching her make the balls of dough as a kid, fascinated. She would pull out all the ingredients, put them on the counter and then, like magic, she’d be putting fist sized balls of dough in a plastic bag to refrigerate for cooking the next morning. Because, of course, we needed fresh tortillas for breakfast the next morning. 

I distinctly remember the day she let me help make tortillas. I got to stand up on a chair so I could reach the counter like a big girl. I remember laughing as she’d kneed the dough and her wedding ring would disappear into it and come up covered. Then, she’d complain that she never remembered to take it off before she started. She would walk through each step out loud so I’d remember what she was doing. I remember her smelling like flour, Crisco, and grandma all rolled up. She’d hand me a big clump of dough and tell me to roll it up in a perfect circle and I did as I was told. By the time we got to the end of the dough, I had a lot of perfectly round circles. She used the last of the dough to make two “baby circles”. We packaged up our circles and left our baby circles out.

She used her rolling pin to flatten out our baby circles and cook them up on her comal (flat skillet). She covered them in butter and we sat down to eat ’em. She said we needed a treat for all of our hard work.

Even after all these years later, I still remember what she smelled like, how she laughed, and how to make the perfect flour tortilla (I’d share the recipe, but it’s a secret!)

{What’s your favorite childhood memory?}