Target Family Feud

Family means no matter how mad you get you still stand up for each other. It means that if someone crosses a family member they cross you too automatically. Yes, even when they’re only indirectly taking jabs at you or your family member.

On some nights it also means driving down to the local Target and expressing to the store manager in a very matter of fact way what your family member might not have been able to say earlier, when they were in the same store after a very specific incident happened.

“I just wanted to let you know that earlier today one of your vendors snatched something out of our son’s hands for no reason.”

“I understand this person is not an employee of your store, only a vendor, but I want you to know her actions are a very poor representation of your store.”

“We’d like a refund on everything please. No, a discount is not necessary. We’d just like our money back please. We can purchase all these same items at another store.”

“I would highly encourage you to have a talk with your vendors and that you explain to them why it’s never okay to snatch something out of a paying customer’s hands, whether they are an adult or a child.”

“I appreciate your apology and we have never had an issue at a Target store before. We’ve always had good experiences at Target and make a lot of purchases here. We wanted YOU to be aware of what had happened and why that led to our decision to drive all the way back here to return everything.”

Thank you!!

Metiche Moments

Metiche Moments

We took this picture in Galveston a couple of days ago. September actually. We’d driven all the way from Houston to Galveston in rush hour traffic. If you’re not familiar that’s about an hour away from Houston without traffic. To avoid that mess we’d driven through the back roads for a bit and in this picture had just raced in to grab our check-in materials for the conference we were attending.

While we munched and caught our breath we snapped this selfie. I’m not sure why but it made me think about one of the hashtag expressions Juan likes to use for us, #metichemoments.

I may be wrong, but this picture sort of fits the expression.

Valentina Sauce Therapy

I’m standing at the grocery store. Del Sol they call it now. It used to be Bi Rite, but they have since changed the name. A while back I think, but it took me a long time to remember the new name. I’d always say, “hey, I’m going to Bi Rite…” And then Anejlica would respond, “it’s not Bi Rite anymore!” Nothing really changed other than the name. The employees are all the same. The fruits and vegetables aren’t any fresher than they were before. There’s still Valentina in strong and extra strong versions down the same aisle. Even the built-in taqueria serves the same menu items. You have to pay for your food first at the grocery store cash register before you can walk to the corner of the store where the taqueria is to present your receipt. The waitresses and cooks won’t prepare your food if you don’t show them you’ve paid for it already.

On this day I’m standing in front of the cilantro. I’m struggling with the clear plastic bag I just pulled off the roller to try to open the bag so I can put the batch of cilantro I have in my hand in the bag. I can’t ever open these bags that come off the rollers because I’m convinced my fingers are just too smooth or don’t have enough coarseness to open them. I always have to turn to Edgar or Anjelica to open them for me. They’re not here with me today and so I’m pinching and pinching my fingers away with the plastic bag in between trying to get it open. I start to get frustrated and place my phone down on top of the the package of chicken to get a better grasp on the plastic bag. Nothing seems to be working. At this point I just start clawing at the bag with my fingers, hoping to just rip an opening so I can slide the cilantro inside. I’m also debating whether I should just walk up to the cashier and hand her the cilantro without a bag. I look around and notice there are a bunch of loose bags atop the fruits and vegetables today, like I was not the only one having this struggle in the produce section. The bags are new this time. They’re flimsier. They’re made of cheaper plastic and therefore seem harder to open.

Just when I’m about to give up, after I’ve clawed a hole through the bag, I notice the other side of the plastic bag has one piece that is longer than the other. That’s the opening! It’s actually an easier bag to open than the other ones Del Sol had before. My finger tips can pull the longer piece of plastic to get the bag open more easily now, but by this point I’ve already stashed the cilantro in my torn bag and am making my way to pick up the next item on the grocery list Anjelica texted me. Tomato sauce she says. A bag of fideo. “The chicken that I buy,” she tells me. To which I reply with another question. “It’s the thinner one that cooks faster,” she clarifies. “Oh, and bring lettuce too if you can please,” she texts.

I’ve got everything now. I’ve checked and double checked my list because that’s what I do. I even have a six pack of extra stuff just for me. The lady in front of me is slowly transferring her groceries from her cart to the register. I’m noticing the big avocados that are priced at $1.79 each while I wait, but we already had avocado this week, I think to myself. “Next in line,” the young cashier shouts on the next aisle over that just opened up. I pay for everything in my blue little hand basket and thank her for the prompt service. I’m walking to my car now. The guy talking outside to the young lady who’s dressed all in white like she’s from a religious group or something stops me while I’m walking away. “Hey sir, hey sir, they are calling you,” he says. Confused, I turn to find the cashier standing at the door with my bag with chicken meat inside in her hand. “This is yours,” she says. Yes. It is.

I thank her and apologize in the same sentence while I take the bag from her hand. Then the man who called me to come back and get the rest of my groceries hands me a business card and tells me he’s authorized to sell electricity and can get me a fixed rate. I’m hungry and tired now and just nod in agreement before taking the card and thanking him for it. It’s too late and I’m too tired.

It’s been one of those days and I just want my fideo and chicken cooked so I can pour Valentina sauce all over them.

Getting older, not necessarily wiser

More than likely we’ll be on our way to Galveston, or in Galveston, by the time you’re reading this blog post. Okay, who am I kidding? Chances are we’ll still either be in bed or running around trying to just step out of the house for Blog Elevated. Which I guess is as good of a transition as any to talk about getting older, and supposedly getting wiser along the way as well. I think the jury is still out on that one for us :-)

No matter how hard we try, it seems something always happens to make us go spiraling back down to our usual immaturity and silliness. I don’t really think that’s a bad thing though. If nothing else, we’ll always be young at heart! Pero anyway. This is what happened when I tried to get Juan to open up about his age.

The Purple Purse Challenge

This post is brought to you in collaboration with the Allstate Foundation® and Latina Bloggers Connect.

The Purple Purse Challenge

We were invited to be a part of the Allstate Foundation’s Purple Purse Challenge this month, and we thought it would be a definite worthy cause to support, especially considering next month is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. In case you’re not familiar with the Purple Purse Challenge, its a fundraising initiative put together by the Allstate Foundation to make it easier to talk about domestic violence and the financial abuse that traps women in abusive relationships.

According to the foundation, the program ignites fundraising for more than 140 national, state and local domestic violence organizations. There’s a lot of great information to share about this subject and I don’t want to editorialize it. So, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to list below the points that most spoke to me about this initiative.

  • Domestic violence affects one in four women in her lifetime – that’s more women than breast cancer, ovarian cancer and lung cancer combined.
  • Most people think only of physical abuse when they consider domestic violence. Yet, financial abuse happens in 98% of all cases of domestic violence and is one of the most powerful ways to keep a victim trapped.
  • Domestic violence and financial abuse often go hand-in-hand, but nearly 8 in 10 Americans have not heard much about financial abuse as a form of domestic violence. The number one reason domestic violence survivors stay, leave or return to an abusive relationship is that they don’t have the financial resources to break free.
  • Two-thirds of Americans believe that domestic violence is a serious problem, yet just over 1 in 3 have ever talked about it.
  • The Allstate Foundation is investing more than half a million dollars in the Purple Purse Challenge. The more donations each nonprofit gets, the more it can compete for Allstate Foundation incentive funding. Go to PurplePurse.com between Sept. 2 and Oct. 3 to join the Challenge and help a nonprofit near you.
  • PurplePurse.com has important tips and tools to help you recognize domestic violence and financial abuse, talk about it and end it.
  • Since 2005, The Allstate Foundation has invested more than $40 million across the country to help domestic violence survivors regain control of their finances and break free from abuse.
  • If you or someone you know needs immediate help, call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) or TTY 1-800-787-3224.

Take a stand against domestic abuse. This is one way you can help.

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