Sunday, July 31, 2005


I'm crippled. I'm somewhat disabled. I'm hurting. I'm a little hunched over. I tell Debbie I feel like the hunchback of Notre Dame. I appear to have caused a back problem to myself playing tennis too hard. I was in mid-stride ripping out a forehand shot onto my opponent and then did a stop and run back to center court kind of play. Somehow in the middle of this play i must have irritated my lower back. I decided it was no biggie, so i kept playing. Stupid stupid mistake. Now i am laying bed about 15 hrs every 24 hours. How sad is that? I can barely walk without my back screaming obsenities in pain language. I walk around in a prostrate manner around the house, too. One friend described it as my way of respecting and paying honor to Debbie.

Now i know how people with back pain feel. Kudos to those who have survived back injuries. This is definitely the most difficult injury i have ever dealt with because you feel so helpless. When you sprain a wrist or ankle, that is just one limb of your body. you can still move around with the rest. but your back affects the way you move completely. and your constant movement continues to aggravate the injury too. it's crazy and unbearable sometimes.

Hopefully this wont put me down too long but i dont really know. i think i am going to give it about 3 days before i seek medical advise. In the meantime all i can do is just lay around the house and pray the ice/hot patches work for me. I dont know what else i can do in the meantime you know? I ask for your prayers in this matters and i will keep you posted on how my recovery goes. God Bless.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

You know You're a ...

Ok, So Debbie showed me this website that has some lists of you know you're a mexican if list and one for malaysia. I think you'll enjoy so come on and check it out.


1. You have ever been hit by a chancla ("flip flops"...mother's weapon of choice).
2. You grew up scared by something called "El Cucuy."
3. Others tell you to stop screaming when you are really just talking.
4. You constantly refer to cereal as "con fleis".
5. Your mother yells at the top of her lungs to call you to dinner even if it's a one bedroom apartment.
6. You can dance ranchera, cumbia or salsa without music.
7. You use "manteca" (lard) instead of olive oil and can't figure out why your butt is getting bigger.
8. You call your sneakers "teneees".
9. You have at least thirty cousins.
10. You can't imagine anyone not liking spicy food.
11. You are in a 5-passenger car with 7 people in it and a person shouting "subanse, todavia caben"(jump, there's still room).
12. Whenever you feel under the weather, you compulsively dab on some "Vics" vapor rub all over your chest and inside your nostrils.
13. Tamales, champurrado, posole and menudo are must haves on Thanksgiving.
14. There is more Budweiser than punch at little Juanito's birthday party.
15. There is at least one member in your family name Maria, Guadalupe, Juan, Jose, or Jesus.
16. Everyone still thinks Cesar Chavez is the best boxer even if he lost against Oscar De La Hoya.
17. You've gone to the Pulgamarket (fleamarket) every weekend for years.
18. You've tried to bring a mango back to the US from Mexico, and a bonus point if you actually made it all the way home with it.
19. You swear "Choco Mil" is the same as Slim Fast and try to lose weight by drinking it.
20. You have a drunk uncle/aunt.
21. You not only know who Don Francisco from Sabado Gigante is, but you tell people he's your tio. (Mexican Bob Barker from Price is Right...and he is my tio ;P)
22. Your mother, tia or hermana's hair is blackcherry, "Sun in" red or a burgundy that would make Celia Cruz (Dead Mexican singer) jealous.
23. You always try to find out what town another fellow Latino's family is from.
24. You drive a "Cheby", an "Ohsmobeel" or a "Bolswahgon"
25. You wear your Sunday best to do laundry at the laundrymat and go grocery shopping.
26. You have told your kid not to walk the floor barefoot or they'll catch a cold.
27. You have a bottle of Bacardi or Tequila in your house right now.
28. Your cousins are delinquents / hootchies.
29. You have a chola (thug/gangsta') in your barrio named "La Flaca" (the skinny one) who's bigger than a house.
30. You think Cristina (Mexican talk show host) trumps Oprah any day.
32. You have a cousin named "Guero" (white boy) who's darker than night.
31. You know a chola named "La Shy Girl" who is loud and obnoxious.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Mortal Phobia

Ok, so most readers that see this blog know that my professional occupation is to sell insurance and mutual funds. If you dont know, please click on the link to your left and contact me to see how I might be able to protect and build your assets you've worked so hard to get ;P. Now that I've got my one-liner out of the way, let me tell you guys what i came up against this last tuesday night.

It was about 8:30 pm and I was out in a "questionable" neighborhood at an appointment I had with a new customer for renter's insurance. We went through his belongings and took pics of it all so we could prove ownership in the case of a claim, bla bla bla... Then as we were concluding our walk through, the customer asked, "By the way, do you include coverage on firearms?" I figured well yeah sure, it's property right? and it's of value right? so, "Sure, of course we do," was my firm and quick reply. As he sighs relief about what his great new renter's insurance can do for him, he whips out this .380 semi-automatic BRYCO ARMS gun (similar to the one you'll see on this link) and throws it onto his bed and signals for me to take pics of it. For those who dont know, i am petrified, mortified, scared to the piont of peeing and pooping in my pants at the sight of a gun. I tried holding one before and scared my church youth minister because i was kinda waiving it the wrong way, if you get what i mean.

So anyways, as I get through faking the fact that guns don't scare me, the client decides to also whip out his MAVERICK 12 gauge to help supplement my mortal fear of the lethal weapons. At this point I'm starting to pale up a bit (not like it matters cuz i got some melanin to spare anyways right?) and decide that this was a good time to have a conversation about why he feels the needs to have 2 weapons at his bedside. He was telling me about how some guys tried stealing his car and that he ran out with his one gun to stop them and said that he was so happy about how effective of a theft deterrent it was he figured a second one would not hurt. Thankfully I made it out without any holes... I think.

But here's where my reflection begins. There was a thought that ran my mind as I was driving home that night. There are many mortal weapons within my reach kitchen knives and my driving. I know I can scare people with the way I drive but I have rarely felt a fear of death through my insane driving. When I was in college, I would drive my father's car to about 230 kph in some road stretches while driving back home (go on, do the transfer formula or go to your car to figure that out). It was a rush but never though about dying while driving that fast though.

Another thought was that "Wait a minute!" I'm Mexican how can I be scared of guns we practically use them as fireworks in most holidays back home. Moreover if i'm supposed to live up to the stereotype some have placed on my people. I should be sleeping with one under the pillow and be able to take them apart and re-assemble in my sleep. Sorry to disappoint but i can't. So that's that.

Overall, I am just glad to say that I did survive my brush with death and will be able to continue blogging for everyone's enjoyment. Hasta Luego!

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

I'm Still Alive

Ok, so it's been awhile, i know. But that happens sometimes right? Anyways, we (my lovely and I) just got back from a wonderful weekend getaway at Austin, TX and San Marcos, TX. We had a great time at Rick and Bethany's Wedding and decided we would stay a couple more days while we were there, you know. Now mind you i was unsure whether we should do this or not but i knew i owed it to Debbie for just putting up with me. Well here was the divine blessing.

When we went to pick up the rental car at Love field, the rental lady said that she needed to dump a convertible on us since we were only two people and they were short on 4 passanger vehicles. Mind you I was not inside when this transpired, I was actually in our car waiting and wondering, "What the heck can take so long to rent a stupid car." And just when i think it's debbie driving out, it turns out to be some black thug on his cellphone not paying attention to his surroundings (I HATE cellphone drivers!). Then here comes this convertible Chrysler out the lot and i think "Well that's definitely not her," and then the car drives up behind me and honks!. Holy crap what happened...uh-oh what did happen $$$. She went crazy and upgraded for 2x as much! She explained it to me when we got home that they were short and begged us to take it for no extra charge. I'm sure Debbie was coerced into this arrangement.

I did my research and stayed at a La Quinta Inn. Not too great but not roah motel either. But i did that so we could afford to eat very nice while we were there. While in Austin, we went to eat at a "gourmet" Italian restuarant for dinner with Jeff and Cindy Maya (Church friends) and for lunch the next day, we ate at this beautiful home-turned-into restaurant that served fancy american cuisine of sorts. very very good stuff. Then we went to spend some time at the Outlet Mall in San Marcos and that was fun too. For those that care and notice, we got Debbie an NIV version bible (Nathan). So now she can read out loud and not worry bout losing people in the process.

We also got to enjoy the fireworks display back in Las Colinas here in the MetroPlex with our friends. That was awesome, the Irving Symphony Orchestra was there and that was very nice too. We had debris fall on us while intoxicated by the sulfur aroma, too. Sorry Zach that you missed a lot of the fireworks!

But yeah, we had a great time and enjoyed our small 7-month anniversay get away. It was really supposed to be a 6-month but oh well. It was worth the wait, I hope (that's what she tells me at least). So till next time and hopefully it won't be that long. For those of you who want the girly version of this story, please refer to the Malaysian Treehouse blog link. Bye now.