My name...isn't as important to me as much as my life is, or the people in it. Life is full of ups and downs, and i wouldn't want it any other way =). Sometimes its a horrible nightmare full of chaos and despair that it just won't seem to end. Other times it feels like a dream...so sweet, innocent, and fragile..you wouldn't dare stir an inch to let it escape. Everyday is like a new start with endless possibilities...i hope my blog distinguishes life in every possible way.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Turkey Plans
Tamales de rajas and chile rojo. Tamales dulce with raisins or without. My aunt made pozole and the tasty delights called tamales. The caldo and the hot tamales were extremely spicy. I guess you can say that we're starting our "pre-Thanksgiving" feast lol. Its exciting now that its been snowing today in the evening. Gentle, fat flakes falling to the ground. I've slacked off on blogging, but there were other obvious matters to attend to (essays). But today, everyone was discussing where the turkey's location should be. Almost everyone..my mom didn't get to go. More like didn't want to. The others have agreed however, to make the feast in two places. Its going to be pretty difficult to go to both, but these were just ideas the parents were concocting. Things are just being planned. Nothing new has really happened, but i guess the snow says otherwise. We won't have much of a winter wonderland if global warming continues. Its funny how my professor would talk about it with a really frightened face. He showed us a map of what our past and present temperatures look like. Its a HUGE difference. A friend of mine said that her other professor blamed it on overpopulation. Who knows? Maybe Obama will come up with something along with the other organizations that are helping to prevent our weather patterns from getting worse.
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Mmmm pre-feast :P~
Yeah the snow caught me off guard today ;/ now im worried.
Mmmm global warmong sounds nice right now *looks at space heater*
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