My first Passover Sedar

This last Sunday I went to Temple and celebrated my first Passover Sedar and it was AWESOME! If there is food and wine involved I am going to enjoy! (and I did!) At the Sedar table we all read and sang from a book called the Passover Haggadah, it tells the story of the Exodus from Egypt. I find that I have no talent for reading Hebrew, but my hubby is pretty darn good. I loved the food and even more cool was the Kosher Wine from Israel that I drank. MMMMM it was quite tasty! I should add that Miguel and I are both Catholic and until a couple of months ago the most I knew about the Jewish Faith was what I saw on the movie Schindler's List. No kidding. I have met some wonderful and kind people at this Temple! (and would you believe it but most of them are Democrats hehehehehehe!) I feel right at home! Peace.

king george the idiot

Dear George.

I am a nobody to you. I am not a Republican nor do I have important connections and I am not rich. You don't know anything about me or people like me. I am curious, do you have a clue what a dozen eggs cost? Have you ever freaked out on your kid when he brought a C home from high school because the only way in hell he can go to College is by a academic scholarship? Do you have any idea of how stressful it is to take a routine trip to the grocery store? I am curious George.... have you ever worked 2 or more jobs to try to make ends meet? G.W in this pampered life you have always known, you have no idea what it's like to fear sickness or injury to yourself or your family. Do you have to choose between braces for your child, a much needed tonsillectomy for your child or the monthly mortgage?

Tell me one thing please. What does it feel like to be the man, the President, that crippled a nation into a recession through lies and ignorance? Well at least you will be known to many generations to come, as the worst President ever. You are not my President.

The Gift

This is the corridor to my in-laws home. Three garages make up the ground level, the basement, workshop, coal storage and access to the wonderful backyard are below the garages. The top floor is where we live. Do you see the blue canary on the right? I remember when Miguel , myself and his sister went to the flea market in Gijon. We debated if a bird would make a good gift or not and apparently we decided it would. Mari (my momma in law) was delighted. Luis (my papa in law) started grumbling instantly about having to clean bird shit from the walls. It was about two days later that the entire family went out together (I cant remember where) we arrived home to find the family dog, Perla waiting by the door looking so very guilty. Walking through the beaded curtains I guess it was really no surprise to discover the blue canary dead as hell on the floor of the kitchen. I felt so bad for my mother in law, she really loved that bird.... Mari reached down picked up the poor little thing , shrugged her shoulders and tossed it over her shoulder into the backyard. She didn't even look back as she went in to wash up and prepare dinner. I guess it was at that point that it dawned on both Miguel and I that Mari was not really as delighted as we wanted to think she was with our gift. Moral of this story...... animals do not make great gifts. Second moral of this story.... mothers will pretend to absolutely love anything their kids bring them home!