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Vanessa

My Mexican Family

March 19, 2010 by Vanessa Leave a Comment

enchiladas

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I just returned from The Woods today with the Squeaker.  It is Spring Break in El Paso so a lot of my family, including my grandma, caravan-ed out to Houston to stay with my parents for the week.  4 out of my dad’s 7 siblings were at my parents house along with their families.  Now I love El Paso and going to El Paso to see everyone but I love it even more when they come to Houston to stay with the ‘rents.  At one point there were 25 family members in the house.

We went to El Paso over New Year’s.  Sometimes there are good visits with the fam and sometimes there are not so good visits.  It’s just the way the cookie crumbles.  This New Year trip to introduce la familia to Olivia was a not so good one.  I just was not prepared for the onslaught of parenting advice that we got and by the end was totally burnt out.

This visit was not like that at all.  It was great.  I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it.  It was what a family should be and I wished that my family lived closer so that we could have these moments more often.  It was just so nice to have everyone sitting wherever they could find space eating beans and rice and enchiladas.  It reminded me of the times when we still lived in El Paso and at least once a week we would have dinners like this at my grandma’s.  Like Thanksgiving or Christmas but without all the pressure and expectations.

I really want Olivia to experience this all the time.  I know that we will only be able to go to El Paso a couple times a year.  Maybe we could get our friends together for something like this.  I don’t know.  Maybe I just miss my family.  They’re big, they’re loud, they’re pushy, they’re busybodies but, man, do I love ’em.

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SXSW

March 18, 2010 by Vanessa Leave a Comment

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It’s funny to me how different the crowds are that flock to Austin for whatever event is in town.  And the way I get to see these different crowds is at our HEB.  I have a love/hate relationship with our HEB.  I like the super diverse crowd that shops at it.  It’s not all yuppies, college students, and professionals. Much of the clientele is Hispanic families and homeless people.  I do wish, though, that the milk refrigerators didn’t always smell rancid and I swear we get the leftover/blemished and bruised produce from other HEBs.  Anywho, this is what I have observed:

ACL – Lots of scantily clad people flood our HEB.  Guys in baggy cargo shorts and flip flops.  Girls in bikinis with see-through/meshy shirts to cover themselves while inside.  Immodesty abounds but they get their comeuppance when the next week everyone is a bright pink color and peeling.

 

The Biker Convention – There is lots of black leather, bandanas, and women with hair that is way too long for their age tied in braids.  I also see very interesting uses for leather in women’s tops.  Leather fringe, leather with studs, leather halter tops, leather tube tops.  Strangely enough the women usually look fake-baked tan and wear this almost glowing neon pink shade of nail polish.

 

SXSW – This week I have seen the people that SXSW brings.  Girls and guys is skin-tight skinny jeans with converse shoes, fedora hats, pale people mostly.  Guys with hair that looks deceptively unkempt but actually took them 30 mintues to fix in the morning.  It seemed their purchased item of choice was lots of beer and I observed a quite a few boxes of Franzia on the conveyor belts.  (Funny quote by someone recently: Life is too short to drink Franzia.)

 

I love that Austin attracts all these different people.  What I don’t love is the driving.  Austin visitors suck at driving.  They drive super slow because their trying to take a picture of the Capitol from their car while simultaneously swerving across lanes of traffic because they see an open parking spot.

 

Ausitn visitors – we’re glad you’re here.  We don’t even mind that you’re weird and wear inappropriate clothes, but if you make me miss another green light because you’re pointing out Hey Cupcake! I’m going to throw a cupcake at you and mess up your fauxhawk.

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To the Two of You That Read This…

March 12, 2010 by Vanessa Leave a Comment

The logo of Food Network.

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I’ve been a bit absent from blogging for a few days.  I’m working on some posts about my grandma which are proving to take longer to write than I anticipated.  So to the two of you, other than my husband, that read this, I’ll be back with some interesting stuff in a few days.  For now I leave you with this…

I watch the Food Network like it’s going out of style.  I was watching one of those competition shows where contestants are given ingredients and they have half an hour to make something.  Well, in this one, one of the ingredients was fresh pasta which all of them screwed up.  One of the judges said the following to the first guy:

“My biggest pet peeve is pasta that sticks together.  I feel a lot of anger toward that.”

I feel a lot of anger toward poorly cooked pasta?  This guy takes food way too seriously. 

This ranks up there with the time I was watching Iron Chef (the original) and a flaky actress who was a judge said, “The asparagus is like a beautiful woman coming out of the night.”  What?

I just thought this was funny and want to use that line all the time now.

Olivia always rubs rice cereal into her eyes.  I feel a lot of anger toward rice.

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Habemus Episcopum!

March 8, 2010 by Vanessa Leave a Comment

Welcome Bishop Joe Vasquez!

From Wikipedia

Our new Bishop of the Diocese of Austin was installed today!

I am filled with pride that he is Mexican-American.  The Hispanic population of Austin is really growing fast and there are great expectations that he will do great things for this diocese.  He appears to be a very reserved person but I’m eager to see what he does.  Archbishop Oscar Romero started off as very reserved.  That’s what I love about the Church.  You just never have any idea how the Holy Spirit will work through someone.

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The Oscars

March 8, 2010 by Vanessa Leave a Comment

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I’m not sure what was different but I thought this was one of the most memorable Academy Awards shows I have seen.  The actors and actresses just seemed really sincere and humble and gracious.  (And I thought the dresses were fabulous.)  This really struck me as very different from shows in the past.  All the memorable winners in the past have been people that have gone nuts when their names were called.  Cuba Gooding Jr.  Roberto Benigni.  They were running around, jumping, so excited. 

This is the opposite of how Monique and Sandra Bullock reacted when their names were called.  I’m not sure they even smiled but their words were gracious and seemed genuine.  With the look that Sandra Bullock had on her face, I actually thought she was going to refuse the award .  I don’t think it’s bad for actors/actresses to be happy and excited when they win but this change in the etiquette for winning an Oscar is kinda awesome. 

I thought Sandra’s speech was really touching.  I thought the way she talked about moms and her mom was really something that America needs to hear.  Too many parents want to be “cool” and want to be their kids’ “friend”.  You can’t do this.  You have to be their parents.  You don’t get good parent points when your 8 year old looks “hot” or when you let your kids do whatever they want because you want to be “down”.  I want to be the kind of mom that Helga B. was.  A good mom.

Here’s Sandra Bullock’s speech if you’re interested:

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“Did I really earn this or did I just wear you all down?  I would like to thank the Academy for
allowing me the last month to have the most incredible ride with rooms full of
artists that I see tonight, that I’ve worked with before and I hope to work
with in the future. Who inspire me; who blaze trails for us. 

Four of them that I have fallen deeply in love with, I share
this night with and this award with.  Gabby,
I love you so much.  You are exquisite.  You are beyond words to me.  Carey your grace and your elegance and your beauty
and your talent makes me sick.  Helen, I feel
like we are family, real family and I don’t have the words to express just what
I think of you.  Meryl, you know what I think
of you and you’re such a good kisser.  

I have so many people to thank for my good fortune in this
lifetime and this is a once in a lifetime experience, I know.  To the family that allowed me to play them,
the Tuohy family, who I know are in here.  You’ll probably hear her in a minute.  Maybe not.  Thank you for giving me the opportunity to
play you.  To the family that made this
film that gave me the opportunity to do something different. [Listed people I don’t
know]  To everyone who showed me kindness
when it wasn’t fashionable I thank you.  To
everyone who was mean to me, George Clooney threw me in a pool years ago, I’m
still holding a grudge.

But there are so many people to thank but there’s not enough
time so I’d like to thank what this film was about to me which is the moms that
take care of the babies and the children no matter where they come from.  Those moms and parents never get thanked.  I in particular failed to thank one.

If I can take this moment to thank Helga B. for
not letting me ride in cars with boys until I was 18 because she was right.  I would’ve done what she said I was gonna do.
For making me practice every day when I got home.  Piano, ballet, whatever it is I wanted to be.
She said to be an artist, you had to practice every day, and for reminding her
daughters that there’s no race, no religion, no class system, no color,
nothing, no sexual orientation that makes us better than anyone else. We are
all deserving of love. So, to that trailblazer, who allowed me to have that.  And this.  And this. 
I thank you so much for this opportunity that I share with these extraordinary
women and my lover, Meryl Streep.
“

The whole Meryl Streep lover thing was kinda weird but I’m all for actors and actresses using their celebrity to inspire America to be humble and good parents.

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Grumpy Mumkins

March 7, 2010 by Vanessa 1 Comment

Oscar The Grouch Cliche

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This is one of a gazillion nicknames I have for the Squeaker.  Since I’m with her just about every second of every day I come up with a new name for her pretty often.  The list of them is for a later post.  But I reserve Grumpy Mumkins for when she’s being a total grouch. 

I have been following the facebook updates of several people that have had babies recently.  They are so joyous and happy.  All their posts talk about how happy they are and how every moment with their baby is a beautiful gift that takes their breath away.  That life is perfect and they could never imagine the happiness they would feel all the time with a child.

Reading this filled me with complete and utter annoyance.  These babies are only in their first months.  These people should be sleep deprived and hormonal.  Our first month with O was really hard.  Ok, let’s be honest, it was kind of miserable.  She wouldn’t let us put her down.  Ever.  She didn’t sleep unless she was in someone’s arms.  Breastfeeding was super difficult.  And because hormones were up and down trying to settle into their pre-pregnancy ways, I was a wreck.  A total wreck.  Those first months, the name of the game was survival.  Every day I was totally in love with my daughter and was so happy to be a mom but that doesn’t mean it was kittens and rainbows all the time.  These people posting these facebook messages, come on, [gag] give me a break.

I shared these sentiments with Kraft at dinner one night.  My very wise husband knows that sometimes I need to say things that are in my head even if they’re dumb.  He knows that he doesn’t particularly have to respond or tell me that I’m being dumb because I’ll figure it out.  I need time to mull it over.  So after I stated my case he just sat their and looked at me while munching on dinner.  I stared at him for a few seconds, “Am I being a jerk?”  “Eh, a little.”  Munching continued.

I know.  I was being a jerkface.  After giving it some more thought, I realized that I was annoyed by these happy and joyous statements because they made me feel like a bad mom.  I felt like I was a bad mom for not enjoying labor.  A bad mom for sometimes getting so frustrated with O that I had to give her to Brandon because I wanted to drop her.  A bad mom for not being happy every second that I held O.  A bad mom because I wanted to scream if O woke up again during the night crying.

No.  I am not a bad mom.  My experience and the way I cope with things is just different.  Can’t I just let these moms revel in the joy that is a new child without pooping on their parade?  Yes, I can.  I have these wonderful joy-filled moments with O everyday.  Motherhood, along with being fun and great, is a life of sacrifice, of frustration, of pain, of loneliness, of confusion, of second-guessing, of total responsibility and accountability.  But then in the middle of these moments, your little squeaker looks up at you and gives you a huge grin from ear to ear and your soul feels like it is soaring.  And you just have to say, you little punk.

New moms – be cheesy, be ecstatic, be angry, be sleepy, be whatever you need to be.  In the end we know you are completely in love with your baby even if you don’t feel it every moment of every day.

I’ll stop being a grumpy mumkins.  Without the bitter the sweet ain’t as sweet, right?

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