Walgreens, Washateria, Hair in Your Soup = Date Night!

Kind of sort of. We did go to Walgreens, to the washateria, and one of us did find a hair in our soup, but it wasn’t really a date and it wasn’t at night. As they say, we made this video just for fun. Thanks for watching!

#LetsGetCrafty on Instagram

You may or may not know, Instagram is one of my favorite social media networks. Of all of the different platforms out there for us to express ourselves, IG is just more visually appealing. For me, it’s been the place where I share what I’m making, buying, admiring, or whatever. It’s just a lot of fun.

And for this time of the year, I was inspired to share some of the holiday crafts I’ll be working on throughout the month of December. My goal is to make very simple DIY crafts as close to everyday as possible. If you’re interested, you should follow along on my profile. It would be cool to see some of your crafts too if you’re so inspired.

Tag me @la_anjel if you want to share what you’ve made. And just for kicks, here are a couple of the crafts I’ve shared so far. See you on IG!

#DIY #crafting #craft #20daysofcrafting #LetsGetCrafty #howto #holidaycrafts

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#howto #holidaycrafts #DIY #craft #crafting #20daysofcrafting #LetsGetCrafty

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#LetsGetCrafty #20daysofcrafting #20holidaycrafts #howto #diy #crafting #latina #craft #latinacrafts

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Weekend Fotos: It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas… everywhere you look! And this year for the first time in a long time I’m actually getting into the spirit of the season. For the better part of the most recent years I had either been too busy, too tired, or too Chritmased-out to actually enjoy the holiday, and every December 25th came and went without really feeling like a major occasion. Este año, though, all the happy faces, the festive lights and colors, have proved to win me over.

¿Qué les puedo decir? I’m a sucker for wide-eyed children and the magic of Navidad. 

In fact, this weekend we spent some time with familia doing a lot of Christmas-type stuff. I’m especially feeling all fuzzy inside about the Santa and Mrs. Claus picture below. The little town square where we had the foto taken was all picturesque with the charm of small town America and hanging lights across antique-lloking buildings. It was pretty cool!

This Sunday was also my mother’s birthday. Having my siblings, nieces and nephews, all under one roof celebrating the occasion just made me even more excited for Christmas Eve! Now if I can just figure out how to get the Christmas shopping done without running into crowds, that would be a Christmas miracle :-)

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¡Ukela!

¡Ukela chistosa!

¡Ukela! ¿No que no?

¡Ukela!

Believe it or not, each one of these expressions carries its own weight when it comes to defining the word ukela. Yes, you’re right, if you’re thinking it sounds a lot like the word ukulele. At least it’s spelled very similarly. But ukela is more a PG-version of saying words like chingao, or even ¡cheet!

The latter, of course, is one of my absolute favorites.

Never mind that along the road to improving my own Spanish I learned cheet is one of those words many would refer to as an anglicism. If you’re not familiar, a word or phrase borrowed from English into a foreign language. Think words like troca, parqueadero and washateria. All words that are a hybrid between English and Spanish.

I think those words are my favorite because they come to be naturally. They’re not imposed on us as part of our accepted vernacular. Instead, they become a part of popular vernacular because we exercise their usage more often than maybe we should. They’re organic, if you will.

And, well, for me, I’ve always found them more fun.

So in summary, but not really… ukela is that word you use when things just aren’t going your way. When you want to say so much more, but remember “less is more.” When you’re just about to get mad and then decide to just laugh instead.

¡Ukela! ¡No te digo! 

¡Ukela!

This picture is pretty gratuitous, I’ll admit… but it very well might make you say ¡ukela!

Dollar Tree, Thrift Store Haul

This one is a haul. A haul of my recent purchases at a local Dollar Tree and some area thrift stores and antique shops.

Hope you enjoy it!

La Sangre Llama

August: Osage County. Probably not the best choice of movie to watch when you’ve got a lot on your mind. I’d remembered seeing this movie out a long time ago in the theaters. It was promoted as being in the theaters. I never actually saw it. Last night, though, we found it at RedBox and decided to rent it. You might have seen this film by now, so you know what I’m talking about. I won’t go into details for those of you who haven’t. Suffice it to say there were several points during the movie at which my mouth was open and my eyes glued to the television in complete silence, and without any movement at all.

Meryl Streep is one of my favorite actresses, but even from her, I wasn’t expecting so much drama. It was intense.

So, of course, afterwards I’m all like “damn, that was too much.” It got me thinking about family and what that single word means. Your brood. The unit you were born into. The people who know you better than anyone, and who can’t just turn their back to you and forget you. I don’t know of anyone who actually has. Because even though you can choose not to speak to one another, or see each other at all, the thing is those memories and ties you’ve built over a lifetime don’t go away.

They’re ingrained in us. As much a part of us as the blood running through our veins.

La sangre llama, we like to say.

La Sangre Llama

August: Osage County

I do believe that. I believe it because I live it. The smallest of details can trigger yearnings inside of me that are so deep I cannot fully understand them. I can see inklings of me and my family in others. Sometimes those encounters are joyous, like when a woman walking a certain way, wearing a certain sweater, grabbing her hair a certain way, reminds me of my sister doing the same. I smile and think about her. Sometimes those encounters can be sad, like when a stranger looks past the person cleaning around them, or pretends they’re not even there, I can’t help but to think of my parents who have spent so many years doing that same work. I see their faces, remember their sacrifice, and feel unbelievably grateful.

Sometimes those encounters can be bittersweet. Not happy. Not sad. Just somewhere in between. Like when a young child reminds me of my younger siblings, the innocence they once had, the way life has a manner of snatching that innocence away from all of us. Those encounters especially are the ones that make you stop and think. Because no matter how much we think we know, no matter how certain we are right now, we can’t ever be certain that we will feel the exact same way tomorrow.

There are blogs posts here, in this very blog, that I can go back and read and not recognize myself. It’s human nature, I tell myself. We all grow, change, evolve. Maybe we do. I’m not all that certain I can trust my own answers anymore. What I do know right now is that family DOES mean “nobody gets left behind.”

We’re not perfect. Every family has their own issues. Far be it for me to claim perfection in my own family. What I do know is that part of growing up is learning to accept the imperfections in those who we love, as well as in ourselves. Family, for me, means making mistakes, saying things at the wrong time, not having the right words to say at the right moments, sitting in complete silence at times, holding one another when there’s nothing else to be done, and most importantly feeling true forgiveness in one’s heart, even when the words “I forgive you” aren’t necessary.

Family, for me, is about feeling happy and at home no matter where we are.

Family, for me, is in the heart.

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