Good Ol days

Saturday was marvelous.  We went with a couple of Rodrigo’s school friends to a very small town about 40 minutes outside of town.  We parked at his uncle’s house in the country changed into warm clothes and then walked down this hill to the party.  The party was a festival for a saint.  There was the village church and a stage connected with a few other small buildings, it was an old Brazilian Festival and very traditional.  It kidn of reminded me of a barn dance like you would see in the movies, but outside the church.  When we got there church was in session, so we waited for them to pay tribute to the saint and then the party started.  Music, food, kids, drinks… it reminded me of a cross of Nebraska land days in North Platte and then spending time with Mike and Tanya in Alaska at the Talkeetna bluegrass festival.   This was one of those forgetful experiences and the feeling will stay with me for ages… sorry no pics, darn it!

Firecrackers

I am sitting on the couch and someone just lit off firecrackers in front of my house, I quickly got down on the floor... damn it firecrackers!   I just cant get used to them, one time I was laying in bed and I swore I was hearing gun shots and my legs got numb and I had this strange feeling that kept me up for hours.  Now I just tell myself that I am always hearing firecrackers and maybe I am.  

I do feel safe here in my home, some things just take a little gettin used to.

Sayings I thought I'd never use daily

To my son: 
  Help me, help you.
  If your not a part of the solution, your part of the problem.

To my Daughter: 

  There is nothing can, can't do with out a little help.

F#%K

Things that Make ME GO CRAZY!

Did you know that a gallon of Gas costs $10.59

Did you know that a gallon of milk is $7.00

Did you know that a gallon of Orange Juice $12.00

Details Details

Yesterday I was in class with a student and I was trying to teach him the word “forget”, in English.  In Portuguese the only word that I know is “remember”.    Teach him remember and then I say it is the opposite.  So, after a couple of tries I notice that he is married.  I asked him “when were you married”? He tells me and then I say “my husband and I can never remember our Anniversary”.    Then just before I could explain, I looked at the date that I wrote earlier on the paper and saw that our Anniversary was 2 days ago and we both forgot again.  What timing!  On the way home I called Rodrigo to say “Happy Anniversary”!  He just remembered that day too.   We shall celebrate 6 years together….next weekend!