A Little Wild Life

Look out...the economy might tank!

One of my favorite services of the year is Ash Wednesday.  Granted, it took my mom some getting used to that our Baptist church has this service.  We do it all and I love it.  I have actually made lenten promises for years.  Some years I have given up soda with my sister.  In my wilder days I would give up bad words.  (Yeah, I said it).  Last year I gave up meat.  Little did I know that I would rarely pick it back up again.  So what, pray tell, am I giving up this year....

Shopping.

Yep.  I think giving up the meat, soda and profanities were cake compared to this little weakness.  I should probably clarity.  My family will still eat and we will have toilet paper.  It's the new shoes, cool kitchen gadgets, cute handbags, and Woot.com deals that are going away.  That's the kicker, no more Woot.  I'm pretty sure I single-handedly helped the online retailers stay afloat during the holiday season.  I would shop on my phone while still waking up in the morning.  It's a sickness. 

My first obstacle so far has been the boys Easter outfits.  I totally should have gotten that done before making this committment.  My solution - looks like the boys will be wearing matching ties and hats that their mother will be sewing.  This is a good time to clear out some of my fabric stash. 

Keep posted.  I'll probably need to vent from time to time over the next couple weeks!

Update on the Tickets

Well, the great news is that the week before Sebas' birthday, I found the tickets!!  The show was great.  Sebas liked the concert, Jackson was mesmerized by the concert. 

Where were the tickets?  In my closet, in a bag, in a book.  Naturally!

Help! I lose things!

I lose things. 

This isn't a new problem.  Rather, it's been a trend for as long as I can remember.  I don't know that there was a single year through school when I didn't lose my class schedule before my first day of class.  We would have the little red. black and white slip mailed during the summer time and we'd eagerly call friends and see what classes we had with friends.  Based off of those conversations, more often then not I'd piece together through process of elimination what my days would look like.  How I ever made it through school that way, I don't know.

Once upon a time Bryan got me a ring that I loved so much I named it...Ka-Chow.  I lovingly wore Ka-Chow all of 2 days before I lost it.  For weeks I relived the lost-schedule nightmare and looked all over the place for it.  Days passed.  Weeks passed.  MONTHS passed and I finally admitted to Bryan that Ka-Chow was gone.  This wouldn't have been so bad had I not lost our digital camera just weeks before.  Yep.  Not my best moment.  Later Bryan bought a replacement ring that I named Ka-Chugga and shortly after, Ka-Chow resurfaced.

When my mother was released from the hospital last year the physician tried to hand me the dismissal papers.  Luckily, Mom saw through her post-op, drug-induced fog to mutter the words.  "No, not Dulce.  She loses things."  Yep.  I lose things.

All that to say, I have managed to lose not one but BOTH of the boys birthday presents.  I am scouring the house, looking through boxes and stacks of paper.  Looking at our "go-to" spots for important things.  No luck.  In an attempt to reduce clutter a few years back, I started buying tickets to shows for birthdays.  Jackson has gone to Blue Man Group, Cirque Illumination, Cirque Montage and others as a birthday present.  Somewhere hidden in the house are 4 tickets to Cirque Dreams: Pop Goes the Rock.  This should be the first year that we start this with Sebastian and I have secured 4 tickets to see STOMP.   

I'm hoping to foster a love of the theater like I have.  So far it's been working pretty well.  I'm thinking we may have to put a new twist on things, though, and say they have to find their curiously hidden present first. 

Boohoo Woohoo

Jackson's has started the 3rd grade, if you can believe it!  Clothes were set out, lunch was packed, forms were signed and we were shockingly early for Stevens'. 

I was able to help the PTO by setting up for our Boohoo Woohoo breakfast for Kindergarten students.  It's a new event that our new principal brought.  Behold, the flyer of this fun event:

Palestine: Peace not Apartheid

Palestine: Peace Not Apartheid by Jimmy Carter

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


I actually listened to this while traveling over the weekend. Very insightful. Plus, nothing beats the reading being done by the actual author. Excellent.



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Weighing In

So, until today I was pretty much uneffected by the "Birther" movement and whether our president was a citizen or not.  I viewed it as just another thing for people to complain about instead of working to better the country instead of trying to be divisive.  Then, I came across an opinion letter in the local paper.  See for yourself.

Here's the thing, by this persons logic, my own citizenship would be called into question.  Ummm, I hate to burst his bubble but I'm very proud of the fact that my father immigrated here from El Salvador.  I claim my heritage with great pride.  I also know that people like my father are what makes this country great in my opinion.  On the other side of the spectrum, my mother's family can be traced to native americans.  That's right, before the 'ol Mayflower docked.  I am equally proud of that heritage. 

Good gracious, people.  Suck it up, put on your big boy pants and support the man.