Punk Rock Parents: 300!!

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

300!!


It feels like a Blue's Clues episode! This is my 300th post! I should put on my green striped sweater and sing a song. Well we have been back into the swing of the work week after a nice weekend. Work has been steady and The Phi and I have have been working extra hours. She has been good this week. In fact she didn't cry at all yesterday. Last night I watched the movie Quincenera on DVD. I am such a sucker for Chicano films and this one was great. Based in East Los Angeles it is a realistic view of the life of a pair of Chicano teenagers. PRParents give this movie 2 Rock hands in the air
(\\m// \\m// ) Add it to you netflix!
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wow, I wish my 300th post would be more interesting than this but quite frankly things have been pretty dullsville around here. Oh I know, I found a pedometer in the office yesterday and I walked about 7500 steps yesterday. That's it! Man I do not move around much during the day. But I guess that's what happened when you sit at a desk for 6 hours.
So my normal mail man did not come in today. It was the young Latino guy who always smells good and always talks to me and The Phi in Spanish. Don't get me wrong we love our usual mail man Nilo, but this guy always makes me feel a little bit more Mexican. The other day someone told me that Joey and I weren't "real Mexicans". Apparently we are fake ones.



Also this morning as we were at the City offices (I was serious about the electricity being overrated) there was a man with a leaf blower outside. The smell of the morning mixed with the gas and such from the leaf blower took me back to the summer in Cuernavaca, Mexico. It smelled exactly like the streets of Cuernavaca did everyday. That was such an amazing summer and experience. It was the first time that I felt like an adult. Maybe because I would walk into a bar and order a drink. I saw some beautiful places and challenged my mind and body in ways I had never done before. Hikes up mountains to see hidden temples and speaking Spanish everyday. For the first time my brain hurt at the end of the day from all the translating in my head. I made some good friends and at the time I was in love and my love was with me experiencing everything with me. I could not ask for a better summer experience and this morning the man with the leaf blower reminded me of that.

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