Disclaimer: either I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today or aunt flow is coming soon and the hormones are in mutiny. Today has been an emotional rollercoaster which is pretty impressive seeing as I have had zero social interaction, I haven't left the house and I really haven't done much all day (we may have just spotted the problem). Because this is my blog and I can write about whatever the heck I want to (try and stop me) I will take you through this disaster day step by step. 1. I woke up... and promptly felt extreme indignation that I wasn't asleep.
2. I decided that going on a run would turn my mood around because that what all the other blogs TOLD ME... well they lied. I did not feel better, I felt hot and tired and my feet hurt. 3. I went to feed the chickens at my neighbor's house and they screamed at me the whole time. I do not have the most loving relationship with chickens. They must sense my past trauma of being bitten by a chicken (yes I know they don't have teeth, and yes I was bitten). I once killed a chicken. It was an accident I swear. She was sitting in a bush and I kicked her head by mistake. Although it was not out of malice, her kin have never forgotten. Although I continue to work for peace, I believe that there will always be a sort of bitterness between us. Anyhow, I filled up the feeders as chickens screamed and swatted me with their wings. 4. At this point it was time for breakfast. I made a nice healthy meal. Creamy scrambled eggs yummy mozzarella cheese melted in. Oh wait... make that moldy mozzarella. If I do not write again within 4 days, assume that I have contracted mold poisoning and fallen extremely ill. 5. Because I am attempting to get closer to my nonexistent latin roots, I decided to tackle three tasks to help me in this endeavor. First, I tried to learn the song "Despasito". It is very popular and singing in Spanish is supposed to help fluency. I found that the strumming pattern was difficult and although I could play and sing the English parts, my brain went on strike when I attempted the Spanish. My solution was to go a cappella when it came to the Spanish verses... needless to say, it just didn't sound the same. Next, watch a TV show in Spanish. This was my only true success of the day. I watched that TV show like no body's business. I watched it so well, I became the world's #1 watcher. The show was called El Rosa de Guadalupe, recommended by my resident expert on all things Latin... mi novio. Finally, I decided it was time to attempt to banish the totally false (but also kind of true in my case) stereotype that white girls cannot cook. I am a sucker for Mexican Rice, so I thought "hey why not? How could I mess up rice??" Well it turns out the answer is I can mess it up in a lot of ways. I was so dedicated to this project that I rode my bike in the 106 degree weather just to buy caldo de tomate. The man in line ahead of me gave me an approving nod when he saw my caldo. He said, "making soup?" I said, "rice" and he said, "Mexican rice?? Alright!" and beamed at me. Poor innocent man... he was picturing the amazing, creamy, melt in the mouth rice that my boyfriend's mom makes... Not the bitter rice mush that I ended up with. All in all, I can take two lessons away from this cooking project: 1. I need more practice and probably more lard or 2. I should stick to eating rather than cooking. Okay, enough complaining for one day. It's 5:17pm so really, how much more can happen? Am I right?
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Pam Young
6/22/2017 05:48:48 pm
Brave Kerry!!
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AuthorHey, it's Kerry:) I have 2 older sisters and they both started a blogs... so naturally (being the little sister) I joined the bandwagon. So here I am! I hope you enjoy, if not... well go find something else to do. :) Archives
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