Mexican [AtoZChallenge]

“You’re Mexican aren’t you?”

“Where are ya’ll from? You don’t sound Mexican.”

“You don’t talk like Mexican.”

“Do you speak Mexican?”

Those are just a few questions that I have been asked in my lifetime. Just last week while in my local watering hole I was asked about my cousin. First the guy asked “you two are cousins, right?” As if he needed to verify this fact. He continues to ask me “How are you two related? She’s got a different last name.” I thought to myself “So what? Is that proof that we are not related or something?”

He went on “How did she get the last name of Taylor?” I think I rolled my eyes at him. I really wanted to punch him just for being stupid. The clincher was when he looked me in the face and said “If you’re Mexican how come she doesn’t look Mexican?”

For fuck sake. “Well, her mom married a WHITE dude with the last name of Taylor!!!” My cousin pops into the conversation and says “she’s 100% Mexican and I’m only half.”

Good grief. This is just one example of being Mexican.

M is for mexican[in the photo above starting at the left moving to the right; Dulce de Calabaza (Mexican Pumpkin Candy. It’s more like glazed soft pumpkin.

Next photo I grabbed from Huffington Post with sayings that are in Spanish that other nationalities say. I have yet to hear a Mexican say any of them.

At work there was a little old white guy who had to share that he drove by a auto shop that had this word painted on their sign and he wanted to know what it meant. (Pinche mufflers!)

Next photo is steak tacos with cilantro & onions.

All Mexican drink Tequila right?! Of course we do…not Jose either *gag* it’s PATRON Silver Baby! Try some Rum Chata with a splash of Pardon XO and that is some good shit. OR Rum Chata with a splash of Frangelico.

Middle photo is all about those Mexican candles that have a saint or Jesus on it and on the back side of the candle is a prayer to say in addition to your request. Mexicans tend to be suspicious and religious, world of counter dictations.

Tamales. Homemade. Time-consuming and always at Christmas. It’s basically marinated pork inside corn dough wrapped in a corn husk. It’s a tradition. And my childhood memories are filled with tamales at Christmas.

Olbeas con cajeta is my favorite Mexican candy. It’s goat milk caramel between two paper-thin wafers. The wafers always remind me of the catholic communion host wafers.

Another photos of Tamales ready to be eaten (by me!)

“Corn in a cup” used to be just an ear of corn on a stick, like at the carnivals. You can only  get this yummy treat from a street vender. When in Mexican any time I saw the Elote Man I begged my grandfather for money to get elote! Cause I love corn.  Only the Mexican version is boiled ears of corn where the kernels are plump with juice. There are different varieties to this item, but I’m used to mayonnaise, powered chili, butter, and cheese and lime. I eat mine without the mayo (yuk) and no cheese. and that’s what’s in the cup.

You can see the vendor preparing the corn.

“El Chapo” because Mexicans are all drug dealers (and lawn care workers). LOL.

More Tequila. See, we all drink Tequila (NOT!)]


 

mexican food

MWhen some people find out I speak Spanish they ask for translations. NO. You had an opportunity like I did to take Spanish in high school. No. I’m not translating. Pay me. I remember my father & mother would have to translate for the non-English speaking people who needed help. My dad would get calls in the middle of the night for translating. Finally they both said no, they were finished doing it. Then it came down to Union involvement and a few bucks of extra pay. I just lie and say NOPE I don’t speak Spanish. Then my boss hears me, I used Rosetta Stone! LOL. I’m a shit, I know. But I’ve experienced previous employers not wanting to pay me for my time but they have to pay a translator to come in to do it.  I figure it’s not worth my aggravation.

mexican alter

This is my alter (day of the dead) that is up all year long. With my grandfathers photo.

I was raised by my father, typical Mexican male. However, he taught me that life is cruel. Twice as difficult for me because I’m a woman and a minority. I was taught to speak English first and Spanish second. I was raised that even Mexicans are discriminative to their own. There is a difference between the migrant workers to the illegals and we didn’t socialize too much. I had to attend private school as did my parents. I did teach my children, who are half Mexican to speak Spanish and about the culture as much as I could. I have one major regret…is when I traveled to Mexico with my grandparents every summer from 1973-1982 then again in 1990-1993.  I regret not listening to my grandfather sharing the history of his life and the history of our culture. I just remember bits & pieces. Nowadays I often tease my mother and children with my Spanglish and Mexican humor. Now that I am older I miss the old traditions that I hated when I was younger.

Siblings

Day 11 – Talk about your siblings

Brothers & Sisters

This post is easy, because I don’t have any.

I am an only child.

Woohoo!!! I didn’t have to share my toys and still don’t share. BUT I couldn’t blame broken stuff on anyone but me. It’s a good balance.

 

Favorite Food

Day 9 – What is your favorite food? When did you first eat it? Why is it so delicious?

Some of my favorite foods.

I am a picky eater. A meal I will always order when I can’t decide on anything else is a hamburger and fries. I prefer the crinkle or steak fries. No cheese on that burger, sometimes I’ll have sweet onions, pickles, ketchup and mustard on my burger. Lots of ketchup with my fries.

I love Italian beef, fries or sometimes fried mushrooms from one of my favorite greasy spoon dives.

I love pot roast with carrot, cabbage and potatoes.

I’ll eat pizza. Fried chicken.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE candy. Recently I’ll been on on a sour gummie worm kick. I’ve been eating wayyyyyyy too many of them. Also Brach’s malted milk balls. I love Dove chocolate, Brach chocolate, but not too many of the other candy bars like I used to. The chocolate doesn’t taste the way it used to.

I love strawberries, watermelon and pineapple. Those are my favorite fruits and flavors.

Love ice cream. Mint chocolate chip, butter pecan, hot fudge. I can eat hot fudge straight out of the jar on a spoon. Sometimes I keep it around when I’m having a chocolate craving.

Above are a few photos of some of my favorite foods. Answering the question for day 9 in the 30 day writing challenge.

Quotes I Love

Day 4 – 30 Day Writing Challenge

Four Quotes I Love

  1. “Strange, isn’t it? Each man’s life touches so many other lives. When he isn’t around he leaves an awful hole, doesn’t he?” – Clarence. It’s a Wonderful Life.
  2. “All things truly wicked start from innocence.” – Ernest Hemingway
  3. “Smile. Listen. Agree. And then do whatever the fuck you want to do anyway.” – Robert Downey Jr
  4. “Best way to not to get your heart broken is to pretend you don’t have one.” – Charlie Sheen

 

I’m sure there are more quotes that I like, but those are just a few of them.

Favorite Book

Day 3 – 30 Day Writing Challenge

What is your favorite book and why?

I don’t have a favorite book. When I was little there a book that I could read over and over. It’s called “The Littlest Angel” is a children’s story written in 1946 by Charles Tazewell. I don’t know why I liked it, I just did. 

In adulthood I’ve not been one to read a lot of books from cover to cover. I do enjoy flipping through self-help books. Topics about birth order, personalities, relationships are just a few that interest me. There are many more topics. 

I do have a book wish list if you’re wanting to help me with reading more.


Shuffle

Day 2 – 30 Day Writing Challenge

Shuffle your music player and share the first 3 songs. Say something about each song.

1. Sleep – Savatage
The song expressed emotions I felt for my 805muse. It was towards the downward spiral towards the end of our relationship/friendship. The lyrics “popped” out at me.
I had seen Trans-Siberian Orchestra in concert. At the end of the concert they played this song, I fell in love with it at that moment. Below are just a few lyrics to the song.

“Hey there you
Way out there in the distance
Can you hear me
Are you there

I know it’s late
So please forgive my persistence
But I’m hanging
Do you care”

2. From the Bottle to the Bottom – Kris Kristofferson 

Listening to Kris always reminds me of my father. He was the one who taught me about music. He also drank lot when I was younger. He loved country music, mostly the outlaw stuff before it was popular. I liked Kris’s look when I was younger. I found him attractive in a rugged way, the manly way. I even named one of my son’s “Kris” with a “K’ & “F” because of the way Kristofferson spelled his name. I always think this song now reminds me of my alcoholic friend whose wife left him three years ago. This fits his life perfectly right now. Poor thing.

You wonder if I’m better off
With freedom now to do the things I choose
With all my times my own and
I got nothin’ left but sleepin’ time to lose
There’s no one here to carry on
If I stay out the whole night long
or give a tankerous damn if I don’t call
I’m livin’ like I wanted to
And doin’ things I wanna do
And nothin’ means a thing to me at all

And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
Because he’s never seen a single dream come true
That’s the way that I’ve been feelin’ since the day I started falling
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Learnin’ hard to live with losin’ you

3. Pieces of the Night – Gin Blossoms

My best friend (at that time) had turned me onto this band. I fell in love with them the moment I heard their first CD. Their songs were mostly about drunken nights and touring, playing gigs. I could relate to the drunkness, because that’s what I was doing during that time while I listened to them. I will admit that this band can push me to a place of binge drinking, risky & restless behaviors. Moodiness and depression IF I’m not careful. One of my life theme songs is “Hey Jealousy” by them. It’s played in every jukebox in every bar that I have ever had a drink in. The lyrics below take me back to those drunken men sitting on their bar stool looking for that beautiful woman that who rescue them from a night of loneliness.

“Is it any wonder that the stars just don’t rush by
When you’re only doin’ 60 through this oh-so-vacant night
But it’s lacking something big this time
What the hell did you expect to find
Aphrodite on a barstool by your side”

 

The original prompt suggested 10 songs, but I decided to limit it to just three songs. Which will allow for a feel of my taste in music and a little more insight as to who I am.