Soup stories....yuck...

Hello….

I think I have to change my greeting “Hello” as it reminds me of Adele song “Hello from the other side”; maybe just jump into my post. I don’t know…

So yesterday, thanks to my kids mom's hard work, we celebrated the one year anniversary of my mother passing away by eating her favourite food, Pancita(tripe soup)….yuck! My kids like it, their mom likes it, all of freaking Latin America likes it….except a small bastion still resist this “heavenly” soup…. Stomach lining soup! YUCK!!!!! Why??? They drink this thing as it was a godsend...My mother while pregnant with me would have this day and night with champagne so yesterday to honour her memory, I did the same...kinda. My kids mom saw my distress at drinking the soup so she suggested I made tacos with the stomach lining meat and drink the soup on its own. BEST IDEA EVER! It was good, I think that it is the part of seeing the gelatinous meat in water that makes me go “puke” but put it in a taco and the repulsiveness disappears!


Thanks for the tip….


Take care mortals….


PS I think that putting anything in a taco make everything better...

Shmoozing my life away...

Hello!


Good whatever to you people and what the “F” Mother Nature?????


Yesterday I was wearing Bermudas and a T-shirt, today I got a sweater on, blue jeans pants and shoes; and it still freaking cold out there! Why??? This is all meshuggina….

Tomorrow I will be doing something I haven’t done in awhile` and I don’t know why. I will be going to a Mormon temple for some activity of some sort; why I have no clue. I mean, yes I have a clue but it is nonsense and highly -extremely highly- improbable. I am not a religious person, yet I’m doing everything to fall in their ranks; even reading their scriptures...and I say, they're kinda violent to some point...so I have no clue where this is going to end up...go with the flow I guess….


Ooo look, the sun is poking out, gotta run folks.


Bye people...

The space between...

Hello!


Happy Saturday folks….


I went to the supermarket already, my kid wanted bagels and OJ with lots of pulp….it is the best OJ out there. I know that one of my brothers doesn’t like pulp, he’s a big wuss. But back to my story, so off I went to buy the bear necessities in life; the story is not the buying stuff but coming back; there’s where I have a story to tell.

That's how far...

So coming back I am riding back on a rather lonely street when suddenly, there is a car coming my way (I drive counter traffic to make sure I have a fighting chance). The guy or girl is driving at normal speed, ’bout 30 km/hr -18miles/hr, but once he/she/it sees me….S L O W S to a crawl and goes into the opposite lane to make sure there is sufficient space between the car and me! WTF??!! Just because I’m in a wheelchair does not mean I have slow reflexes, physically or mentally. No!!! I can still drive pretty well, I can make circles around myself! This is not the first person that takes evasive action at the sight of my chair, lots of people leave me the road to myself. This also happens a lot in the supermarket aisles too, I guess people are just being nice to me….God bless them all…


Adios folks...


PS...stupid kid and her tip rules...
PS PS...Maybe I smell....uuummm...