Bread and Butter

I am one of the most selfish people on planet earth.

(whew)  Glad I got that out of me!

When I found out my mom was going to have her fourth child, I prayed it wouldn't be a girl.  I was the eldest and the only girl in my family, and since my mom was an only child. . .  I was seriously spoiled!  :)

But thankfully, God gives us just what we need (which for me is never what I ask) so when I was about seven years old I had a new baby sister.  BTW as soon as I saw her I loved her more than any any toy and I treat her better then my growing porcelain doll collection.

Ten years later...

My sister on her princess birthday party.

My sister and I are like night and day.

This is a picture of my personality. (and since I'm not a cartoon I get two)
 

These are her personalities

Miss Fancy Nancy

  (except her name isn't Katie)

As you can see I'm the more; plain, sensible, mature, book loving, and I hope the graceful one. (Although I do have some Latino in me that occasionally comes through.)

And my sister is the; fun-loving, loud, fashionista, party planer, always accessorizing, and sooo cute! 

Another key difference.

She loves these!

This is my kind of doll

Needless to say we have our battles.  Trying to decorate the room was a big one!  She wanting Zebra stripes, hanging canopies, and hot pink camo on the walls. (She does have older brothers) And I was wanting peach and blue beach scenes.   We settled for Paris,  so the room is pink, green and black with the Eiffel Tower everywhere.



What does this have to do with the title of "Bread and Butter" you might ask.

Well, nothing much except I LOVE BREAD AND BUTTER!!!

I could make something up for you if it would make you feel better;  My sister and I are like bread and butter, we complement each other and one without the other isn't much fun.
(Are you happy?)

I am very thankful for my sissy, without her I'd be a snobby spoiled brat I'm sure.
And soon I might post on the prank her brothers and I just pulled on her. :)

Siblings really change who we are, are you thankful for them???


Before I go, I'ma gona give a shout out to my S.I.C.O's  (Sisters In Christ Overboard) I really have the greatest friends on the planet.




Like gum on my shoe, a sister sticks thru.

Brothers. . .

"Ow!" ((groan)) "Oooo"

So today I learned the defensive stance today... or, I don't remember the name.

It's kina like the cha cha slide, but your continually stuck in a one way zone.

(Oh my poor legs!)

I have two brothers that play basketball on a team called the Patriots.
And they have to practice the defensive stance... or whatever.  So being the older sister (who thinks she can still beat her brothers), I challenged my brothers, fourteen and twelve respectively, to walk around the lake we live near and then do the defensive stance across the dam.
They agree.

We have a nice walk, bit chilly but it's fine.  Getting to the dam we take five minutes deciding which two will face and who will lag behind.  Again since I'm the older sister, it is decided that the 14yr. old and I will face off with 12yr. old right after.  Also, we determine that everyone has to agree before for a break if we will want one.

"I'll be the motivator/coach," says Caleb (14yr. old)
"I'm the assistant then," says Josiah (12yr. old)
"That leaves me to be the Caleb BEAST!" I tease.

We're off!  And I'm doing great!  Since I am shorter I don't have to bend my knees as far as the boys, and that has me at the advantage.  Caleb, is yelling in his mock coach voice something about going lower, and toothfairy, but I didn't really hear him.
One third of the way down Caleb asks for a break,  Josiah, who can long distance run/swim/climb/eat/jump, of course said NO.  At this point I approve greatly of the break and make my intentions known.  They boys glance at each other and I'm sure I see an evil glint!
"No breaks" they say in unison, like they are Siamese twins or something.
So they travel faster and (in need of a break too) decide to just continue on leaving poor jelly legs... er jolly laevoduction, to "buck up."

At about two thirds of the way, I wish I could say still had a cheerful spirit, but I had giving the stance up and was skipping girlishly and breathing heavily.  Who had put a cheese grater down my throat???
"B B Br rake!" grated the air in my throat.
"No!" came the collaborated reply.

They reached the end of the dam and waited for me.
Josiah, had long past me up and I was now the dragging one, pulling in two hundred yards after them.
"Huuhhh," came a puff of grated exhaustion.
"Lets jog to the rock and sprint home from there!" said the hardly-out-of-breath Caleb.
WHAT??? ARE YOU KIDDING??? I wanted to scream, but the grater was moving on to potatoes and hard carrots and was trying to make vegetable soup!
"Um, I think we better walk," said Josiah taking one look at me.
He wrapped my jacket arm (somehow void of my arm) around his shoulder and was literally dragging me.
"Little help Caleb?" he asked.
Caleb grabbed my other jacket sleeve and thus they dragged me to the rock.
I'll have you know that didn't help the extreme chef show going on in my esophagus, the zipper was all up in my throat.

Once at the rock we took our places, got ready, and they were off.  I'd like to say at this time I'd regained my strength, but all I'd retained was a bit of pride.  I ranish walked in a daze until reaching the property line, then collapsed on the sweet sweet grass.  The grass doesn't care if I can't run.  Sweet grass. Through misty vision I picked out the boys playing sticks or something high above.
"A little help up please?" I asked the stick boys.
"Sure, poor wittle Stephyyy," Josiah said like I was tweety.
He grabbed my arms and tried, but I was dead weight and he's only twelve.
"Caleb..." I moaned (but glad the chef's salad was done).
"Get off the ground you Blue Knight!" Caleb said with disdain.
Just then the neighbor's grey cat came and sat on me, like I was some piece of lawn furniture!
"Guys, little help here?" I groaned.
"Look, it's the neighbor's cat!" announced Caleb.
Yes, Caleb I know.  "Could you move it?" I asked. "Please?"

Caleb squatted down in the grass where I was prostrate.
"Aww, da wittle kitty likes you, here kitty kitty," he called to the cat.
"Get it off"I said with a mouthful of tail, yuck!
As if dying on the cold hard ground wasn't bad enough I would do so surrounded by my brothers playing sticks, WITH the cat.

They did eventually help me up and into the house, and after some toast and hot cocoa, I announced that I was ready to do it again with them. . . tomorrow.

Moral of the story: Don't think you can still challenge your younger brothers and live to see the next day.  I barely did.

Mexicans/Jews

Do you ever remember coloring little pictures like this?

First I'm going to clear myself of any mud you might sling.  I am part Mexican, so if this offends you I apologize, but that isn't my intention.  I believe that making light of yourself (or race) will bridge gaps and cause people to embrace their differences.

Now that that's over with...

I have some close friends that were asking for Jew jokes.  They are Jews, not bullies of course or I probably wouldn't be friends (bullies and I don't think on the same level).

I have stumbled on a joke with Jews and Mexicans, that's CLEAN!  Which took forever to find (my poor scared brain) So here it is!

Keaton and Stephanie were sitting in a Mexican restaurant. “Stephanie,” asked Keaton, “Are there any Jews in Mexico?”

I don’t know,” Stephanie replied. “Why don’t we ask the waiter?”

When the waiter came by, Keaton asked him, “Are there any Mexican Jews?”

“I don’t know sir, let me ask,” the waiter replied, and he went into the kitchen. He returned in a few minutes and said, “No, sir. No Mexican Jews.”

“Are you sure?” Stephanie asked.

“I will check again, sir.” the waiter replied and went back to the kitchen.

While he was still gone, Keaton said, “I cannot believe there are no Jews in Mexico. my people are scattered everywhere.”

When the waiter returned he said, “Sir, no Mexican Jews.”

“Are you really sure?” Stephanie asked again. “I cannot believe there are no Mexican Jews.”

“I ask everyone,” the waiter replied exasperated. “We have orange Jews, apple Jews, tomato Jews, and grape Jews, but no one ever hear of Mexican Jews!” 


**END OF JOKE**


  
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So enjoy differences!
(But please don't comment with naughty jokes, or I WILL DELETE THEM!)

Goodbye  שלום Adiós

What's in a Name?

So it's getting really late and that's when my brain seems to jump from topic to topic and right before going to bed I want to ask a question.

Q. What's in a Name?

Now I'm not in love with someone who my father is trying to kill (although it's likely that day will come), nor am I Shakespeare who penned the question.

I was just looking in the U.S. Census Bureau at the top surnames (last names) in the last count.

The top 10 are as follows: (give it room for errors, the government can't know everything)

1. Smith -  Big Surprise.  How many years has this name been first?
2. Johnson -  I hear it often, my great-grandmother's maiden name was Johnson.
3. Williams -  I am privileged to know a reputable family with this name.
4. Brown -  A close friend has the last name and is lucky he wasn't named Charlie!
5. Jones -  Whenever I think of this name, I think of neighbors or something.
7. Miller -  My mother reads the Amish books of; Miller and Yoder.
8. Garcia -  This is the first time a Hispanic name has made top 10 in America.
9. Rodriguez -  Along with Garcia, this name replaced Moore and Taylor this year.
10. Wilson -  I think of an old couple (sorry to anyone with the last name, but they are a nice couple!)

Here just for comparison.

And even though I only was going to mention ten, I'll note that Martinez almost bested Wilson for the tenth seat.  Martinez is my mother's maiden name.  :)  I see more Martinezs er, Los Martinez, then I could count.

Anywho (as a Southern "Newfield" says),  It's just something to ponder.  Not long hours in a garden while the rain is pouring on you, but maybe on a bus waiting for your stop, reading the newspaper headlines in the {hands of the} sketchy man in front of you.


Ok, now I gotta go catch some missing Zzz's!

*Edit's per comments! :)

~~Invasion~~

Book: Invasion, A C.H.A.O.S. Novel   Author: Jon Lewis

Do you believe in aliens???  How about a company whose Board of Directors are possibly evil aliens wanting to take over the world?

Ok, I didn't think so.  But neither did Colt McAlister until his parents are mysterious killed by a drunk driver.  Sure, that's not all too mysterious, but this drunk driver had glowing red eyes and passed the alcohol test.

I definitely took this off the Internet, it's not quite this extreme in the book.

Colt, along with his friends Oz, and Dani (short for Daniel), discover a plot behind the "accident" and since no one else seems to take action, they might end up being earth's last defence. 

This is, literally one of the greatest, thrilling, most action-packed books I have ever read!  I got it from BookSneeze® and it arrived in the mail at around 4pm I didn't put it down until I finished at twelve! :)

In fact I liked it so much I gave it to my younger brother (age 12) to read, and he has loved every minute  with Invasion.  Naturally it takes him a little longer to read, he currently has three chapters to go.  I was sad, and slightly forlorn when I finished the book, I wasn't ready to put it down.  My one consolation is that it is part of the C.H.A.O.S. series and there are more to come.

Reasons I enjoyed Invasion;

✮ It was an easy yet, captivating read.

 The age level is 11+ and what I say to that is phooey!  Big kids can read it too!

✮ I got it for free at BookSneeze!

Although the price isn't bad at around $15 in stores, and $10 on Amazon.

✮ There were some romance twists.

Not so much as to keep my brother from enjoying the action and adventure.

✮ No cussing!!!  I enjoyed being able to share with my siblings.

✮ Technology is used throughout the book, one of my pet peeves for modern books are when they don't use technology that's now available.  (i.e. cellphones, GPS, security systems.)

Check out the website about the book! Click Here!

As you can see, This book gets five stars!  I definitely recommend this book!

BookSneeze site!

Men and Movies

       

I have spent three days with my good friend, a hopeless romantic (her blog) and she has rubbed off on me, just a bit. :)   The flowers represent us (she is the complicated yet gorgeous orange one).

So on with probably the one and only romantic post on my blog. . .


Amazingly enough, I never stumble across hunks.  I never have embarrassing mishaps or goofy stories, except when I'm with my sappy girlfriend mentioned above.  Every time with -with but one exception- Miss Romance, I find myself watching movies like;

Princess Bride

Yes, this is the mushiest part.  And yep, we watch it over and over.

Zorro

He's Hispanic!

Phantom of the Opera

It does have a bit of a marshmallow problem...

Any Jane Austen book in movie!

Pride and Prejudice

This, and occasionally the 6hr. version.

Sense and Sensibility

We both agree Colonel Brandon.

Indian Jones

Miss Romantic: He is sooo handsome!  Me: He's smart and strong!

Oh and we watch cartoons turned motion picture.

Batman is the best!

If you were to be daring and click on the link about my friend, you would read countless stories about her run ins and dealings with, in her words "stud muffins."  I never have the good fortune of a casual fake-a-faint-into-his-arms moment.

My one exception is once at work (Guest Relations, at an amusement park), there was a whole school of Catholic boys that came. They all had matching sweater vests!  I admit, all I did was talk to their group leader (probably a 60+ yr. old priest) about policies and prices, then watch from my work station until they were out of sight.  Here is my vent on sweater vests.

Just a little too preppy

This is the kind of vest I'm talking about!

This is probably the only kind I will see. 

Well life is going back to normal now, and I'm wondering if I should even post this blog.  It might be just too out there.  Although looking back through, my favorite are the rugged, smart, handsome, and buff guys!  Are they out there?  Oh yes!  And in fact I know one!

Me and my daddy!

Too bad my mom already got him!



Men and movies,