A Public Service Announcement

Water and Wine

To my friend who enjoys a glass of wine ..and those who don't. As Ben Franklin said: " In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is freedom, in water there is bacteria."

In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. coli) - bacteria found in feces. In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop.

However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine & beer (or tequila, gin, rum, whisky or other liquor), because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.

Remember:

Water = Poop, Wine = Health .

Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid,than to drink water and be full of shit.

There is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I'm doing it as a public service.

Iwanna Wednesday

I went shopping on my lunch hour yesterday at work and I found this. . .

And of course you know immediately I thought to myself, "Self, Iwanna one of those!" Can you just imagine all the cool things you could put into all those pockets? I'm pretty sure that this would be an impractical type of shower curtain to have as I would think with the steam from the water all the items put into it would be destroyed

I currently have a lovely butterfly shower curtain which I posted about here. I do really love my shower curtain and , but still. . . Iwanna one! Don't you?

Squeezable?

I subscribe to a really cool newsletter/blog that I get delivered to my email every day, it's called LikeCool.com. Everyday they send me new amusing, awesome, freaky, weird, cute, amazing things. Today they sent me this . . .

and I thought, Oh my gosh...is this for real? And apparently it is. Would you eat this? I mean I like me some bacon, but squeezable-look like poopie bacon? Ummm, I don't know.

Lisa has a saying, "Any day with bacon is a good day!" But I think even she would draw the line at this one, right sis?

So that made me wonder what other squeezable food there is out there that we are missing out on?

Well we all know about GoGurt right? I've tried this and unless you're a kid and you love to get messy these are no good. I'm really OCD about getting messy with my food so this product I pass on, although I do love Yogurt!

Japan seems to have a big market for squeezables, judging from these. The Chocolate squeezie/squeezy thing looks tasty! I'm not too sure about Garlic Toast squeezie. Maybe the Fried Rice one?

So being Mexican, I'm kinda wondering if maybe there might be a market for squeezable refried beans, with or without cheese? with or without chorizo flavoring? Hmmm? Wouldn't those be tasty on a tortilla chip? Or maybe some squeezable Pico de Gallo? Or wait....squeezable guacamole, Mmmmmmmm....heaven. Can you think of any other foods that would be great squeezable? Or squeezably great? :0)

Dad's Birthday

Tomorrow is my dad's 78th birthday, but today is the day we all got together to celebrate him. It was bitter sweet but we all tried to make it a happy day. And at times, we forgot about everything that is going on and just enjoyed the day, spending time with each other and enjoying the kids.

My dad was the greatest father in the world. I once read a quote that said that the greatest thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother. And my dad loved our mother. I never once growing up felt that he didn't love her or ever feared he might hurt her...not once.

So to me, my dad was the greatest, he loved our mother, he loved us. Everything he did was for our mother and everything he did was for us. He never faltered, complained or made us feel guilty for how hard he worked for us.

And even as loved by my dad as I felt as a child I never imagine how much he loved me until I saw him love my daughter April. I would watch in awe as he looked at her with such love in his eyes that they glowed! He would hold her and talk to her with such tenderness and he would smile a smile of pure love, pride and contentment when he held her. I would watch him and I would think to myself, "My dad must have looked and spoken to me exactly like that, he must have loved me just as much as he loves her."

My fathers love was pure, unselfish and unconditional.

Happy Birthday Dad!

Iwanna Wednesday, 1 day late

I know I was supposed to do an Iwanna Wednesday post yesterday but it was a really bad/sad day for me.

My dad's birthday is on Monday, May 4th. He's going to be 78 years old and he had to renew his California drivers license.

He went to go take the test and he DID NOT PASS!! I believe he missed more than half the questions.

I was devastated! Your car is your freedom and now he might not be able to drive anymore? My dad loves to drive. Granted he doesn't drive far anymore, but he loves to get into his truck and take one of his grand kids to the 99cent store or the Chippy store for candy. He'd jump into his truck to go visit his sister and to go to Mass every morning. How was he going to be able to drive around and visit people, or buy banana's or go to the bank?

I will admit that I cried all through American Idol, and if you know me, you know how much I love American Idol. I definitely was in no mood to Iwanna anything for me...all I really Iwanna'd was for my dad to have his drivers license.

I cried myself to sleep and I cried all the way to work!
Then, around 3pm today, my sister called me and sang, "I've got Sunshine, on a cloudy day"! And I was thinking, what the heck? And then she told me that she had just talked to my dad and he went back today and he PASSED THE TEST!

Whoooooo hoooooo, daddy is still mobile!
So my Iwanna wish came true, just one day late!

Naranja Dulce, Limon Partido

I have to say I had the best childhood in the world and I have so many fond and happy memories. One of the fondest memory is of a game we used to play with all the cousins and tia's. I remember playing it most when we would all make a trip to the "campo santo", cemetery. We would take a car trip from Eloy to Florence and somewhere in the middle there was this huge tree and the tia's would all pull over (probably to give all us kids a break from being cooped up in a car). In those days there was no such thing as private property, fences or signs. You could hang out pretty much anywhere in Arizona and no one would run you off.


I remember this huge tree and the fondest memory is of Tia Nico who would gather all of us kids around in a circle, holding hands to play "Naranja Dulce, Limon Partido". Translated it's "Sweet Orange, Lemon Sliced". I'm not sure what the title of it means but I did a google search and there are a ton more lyrics to this song. I never knew that! The only thing we sang was,


"Naranja Dulce,
Limon Partido,
Dame un abrazo
que yo te pido".


Translated,

"Sweet Orange,
Lemon slices,
give me a hug
because I ask it of you".


I remember having a ton of cousins every time we played and we would hold hands and go around in a circle and at the end of the song, we each had to hug someone else. And as I remember it, that was it. There was no winner, no loser, we would just hug and then do it all over again, and again, and again. I don't ever remember getting bored of the game.


Each Easter we play this game in our family, this year I recorded it! I think most of the kids are getting too old for it, but I hope they look back at the game and remember their tia's, tio's and cousins and smile.

Iwanna Wednesday

Wow, bet you thought I was going to forget my Iwanna Wednesday. Well I didn't. This week Iwanna a Persian Kitten. A long time ago, 1979 to be exact I had one. My then boyfriend, now ex-husband bought me a beautiful Persian kitten which he gave me when I graduated from Bakersfield College.

She looked just like this kitten...
and we named her Norman.

I loved Norman to bits but once I got married and we were living in an apartment I wasn't able to keep Norman so my mom and dad took care of her. Yes, she was a female named Norman...my ex husband named her. Why Norman I don't know but that was her name.

My parents spoiled her silly. Norman was a very finicky eater and my mom would buy raw hamburger meat and roll it into little raw meatballs and she would take them out of the freezer and that is what Norman would eat.

And my dad would trim her fur. Norman was a long hair Persian and had ton's of fur that had to be brushed almost three times a day. Of course my mom and dad didn't have time to do that so Norman's fur would get all knotted and matted up and sometimes she couldn't even walk. My dad would just chop off all the matted fur and she looked so sad and pathetic with all her fur just chopped and hacked off, but at least she could walk.

I don't really have the time and energy in my life right now to have a Persian, or any type of cat at all. But someday, maybe when I retire Iwanna Persian.