So since I don’t have Internet at the moment at my house I had to come to Barnes and Noble to make use of their free Wi-Fi.  Cool deal, right?

I feel full of ideas and wanting to write about a bunch of stuff. Oh yeah baby I’m completely ener-juiced with a yummy tea by my side and ready to give color to this papel!

I think it’s a good time to talk about the awesomeness of being Mexican in America.  That is a pretty cool thing. Like I was born in Amarillo, Texas, but my entire life I was raised in Mexico until I went to college in North Carolina. Being the brown one in college was kind of sexy. Some people had crazy stories about animosity against them, but I was lucky and never had any problems with anybody. You are probably like what? You never had anybody looking at you weird because of your accent or color? NOPE! If I did, I probably blocked that away. Pretty smart huh? I tend to block any ugliness around me, except when my mother is not behaving; that I remember forever.

Sometimes I wish I was from another country; something more exotic. Over all I’m pretty happy with my Mexicanity. I have a great natural tan skin all year around. Don’t need to get my skin all wrinkled getting tan; yuhu! I have a pretty thick accent and I love it. My husband makes fun of my accent all the time (in a sweet way), but that is great because when we are really bored he starts imitating me and that is I-will-pee-in-my-pants-if-you-don’t-stop funny. I wish I had a video of him imitating me so I can show it to you all. Actually, not. If I had a video it probably wouldn’t be has funny for you all because that is how it is with personal story jokes.

Thanks to my Mexicanity I can blame a lot of my strange behaviors to it.  It’s not me, its my nationality, it’s in the blood. I’m actually perfect. Like when I laugh at the movie theater and clap at the same time. Everybody looks at me like “that is not even funny lady.” My hugging and kissing everybody has given me some awkward moments. I get the most wild looks from moms when I kiss and hug the little babies. But, in Mexico we kiss and hug everyone, especially little ones. They need the most love. They do not know I’m doing it for their own good.

I can give “mal de ojo” to their little one. Nobody wants that. The legend tells that I once had mal de ojo when I was a little baby girl and I was sick with temperature and crying for days until they did a cleanse with an egg. WOW! Just writing that makes me laugh.  See being Mexican its awesome.

I get the best of both worlds. I have all the traditions and crazy costumes of being Mexican and I also get the safety and hope of the American culture. What a great deal right? Better than the dollar menu at McDonalds! By the way I took a picture with the clown from McDonalds this past weekend; nice right?