As I laid in bed tonight, my familiar smile came back along with a hearty, yet quiet chuckle as I began to remember the poignant and remarkable memories of my day. A thought then came to me...I really need to share some of my day to day crazy, yet unseemly mundane life events, which just may bring a smile to others. Even if it is at my own expense and embarrassment. So here I go...my first blog...
Today. Well, before I begin, let me back up a bit and tell you just a bit about myself. I promise not to go into great details so I can start sharing stuff and hopefully, end your day with a smile and chuckle.
Me. I am 40*cough* something. Yes, typical haunts of my age, I know, I know. I am married (we'll get into that later...much to write about in that department & sure to bring some laughs) and I work at an interesting, yet boring on paper...analytical desk job. *yawn* Okay wake up...let's get started.
Back to today. My first blog will start out with my family's hunt for daily food...otherwise known as dinner. Being the wife/mother, my family looks to me like I am the only one that can track down and find food. It's like a waiting game. I'll get home and sit on the couch and pretend to watch TV. Just to watch them, watch me. I see my family eyeing me out of the corner of their eyes...wondering...speculating....will I throw together a Rachel Ray quickie 20 minute meal tonight (yes 30 is too long). Or maybe, just maybe, I will make the move for my car keys. Jackpot. Yes, fast food.
Today's fast food was a local taqueria. I live in a town in Cali that has more taqueria's then all the fast food restaurants combined. This taqueria is a town favorite. Authentic Mexican food. Course if a Mexican cooks food, wouldn't it all be considered authentic? Anyways, I step up to the counter to place my family's order...as I begin to order, I start speaking in this wannabe Spanish accent...even trying semi-unsuccessfully to roll my "R"s. Yes, I am about 1/2 Mexican, however I have never learned or been able to speak Spanish.
Why all of a sudden do I break out in this weird and awkward Spainglish. Guess I am trying to make a connection with this Mexican waitress and fit in, in some odd yet enduring way. Yes, I am one of them, I too, have Mexican blood coursing through my veins. I look down to see my daughter's reaction to my new Mexican accent, her mouth agape, shaking her head and trying to make sense of it by attributing my actions to some type of menopause thing. *Sigh*.
I continue with my order and drive home to devour this delicious, "authentic" food from my homeland. I am pleased that I have half to save for tomorrow's lunch. No Lean Cuisine for me tomorrow. Yay. A small, glimmer of happiness to look forward to. I hide my food in the refrigerator. Yes, I said "hide". This is where my husband come into the picture.
My husband is obsessed with his physique. He drinks hideously tasting protein drinks (at least while we are watching), takes handfuls of vitamins (8-10 vitamins) and exercises...excuse me, "lifts weights" every day. Don't get me wrong. That's admirable to be so focused on your body.
However, it reaches a point when it gets downright annoying. Especially when he preaches us about the evils of eating junk food, points out the fat grams and calories to our beloved Pringles , Pop Tarts etc...and then find out he is sneaking around at 2 am, gobbling down twinkies, potato chips and any other junk food he can get his hands on. Only way we know this is my daughters started counting the twinkies and measuring the potato chips in the bag. Yes. the man is one big contradict.
So that is the reason why I hid my delectable leftovers in the refrigerator. Can you see this coming? How much do you want to bet that I will find a white, mangled Styrofoam container under a mass of twinkie wrappers, hidden in the bottom of the garbage tomorrow morning. Yep, bets are on that I'll be eating that oh-so-not appetizing Lean Cuisine Chicken Marsala tomorrow for lunch. Yum. Can't wait. Least I will sleep better knowing that within my leftovers are carefully hidden, very hot, jalapenos.
I'm very impressed. You've got comic chops, too. Makes me wonder what you're really thinking......
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How come I never knew of this talent? Must be where I inherited it from.