Well, it seems like the gods are against me this week.
Yesterday, after I finished posting my last entry, my computer died on me.
Yep. It kicked the bucket and so now I'm left to writng these entries from my phone from here until I get another computer which might be weeks from now, hopefully sooner.
Anyways, mom had a cook out this morning so we ate at her house.
Then we went fishing again at the river.
I caught 6 catfish, but had to let two go because they were small and one slipped out of my husbands hands and got away. It didn't leave, however, without first giving my husband a deep sting on his foot.
I was happy to see two other families there. I guess word is getting around.
They were getting in the water by the river's edge, so we decided to get in too.
You know, the temperature was 102 degrees hot, but the water was freezing!
It felt good though.
We left early this time.
Now, we're having a cook out and after that, we're more than likely going to bed.
Until tomorrow...
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Girls day out
Well, I was not able to do all that I wanted to do today, but it was still a good day.
My husband woke me up like an excited little boy because he had a soccer game today and he wanted me to go with the kids and for me to take the video camera.
"I want the family there, you know. I want that support." He says.
Maybe I'm a bad wife, but the thought of going to go and watch a bunch of grown men kick a ball in the fields was not appealing. I really hate soccer.
But his excitement was worth it, I guess, so I get up.
He left with his friends because he had a game at 10am, but he definitely wanted me to make it for the 12pm game.
I made breakfast for the kids in the meantime and did a little house work and before I knew it, it was already 11am. I had an hour to get dressed, get the kids dressed, and then a 30 minutes drive.
I didn't think I would make it, and I didn't.
To make matters worse, my husband calls me to tell me they lost and I just felt like it was my fault.
I was already on my way, so I had to turn around. I decided to take the children to the park, but we never got off the car because by that time my husband told me he was going to get something to eat with his friends.
Because I had been wanting to take my daughter to this restaurant in McAllen for the longest time, I decided to ask him if he could watch Junior so she and I could go.
He agreed.
I took Leyley to Kumori's in McAllen, TX, and we pigged out like you wouldn't believe.
I had the Spicy Firecracker, we both had the Stuffed Baby Octopus. Leyley got the Eclipse Suchi Roll and I got the Calamari Tempura. Asides from that, we got second servings on the Seaweed soup, and no, that's not what it's called. I just can't remember the name of the soup, but it does have seaweed in it and it is delicious!
Then we went to the movies to watch "Gnomeo and Juliette".
The movie wasn't that bad, but it wasn't great either. It's almost like watching Romeo and Juliette with a lot of comedy and a happy ending.
I liked all the Shrek movies better. Those left an impression and you never want them to end.
If they made a sequel to this movie, I would rather wait to watch it on DVD.
Not to mention you have to pay 8 bucks to watch it in 3D!! I would recommend you watch it in 2D because it's not worth the extra bucks. They hardly had anything that was 3D worthy.
To top it off, they leave you a little note to make sure to recycle your 3D glasses on your way out.
Pfft! I paid 8 bucks for them. Hell no I ain't going to return them.
They should give me my money back, that's what they should do.
Which makes me wonder if I can watch another 3D movie in their theater with the same glasses, and without having to pay the extra 8 bucks?
Anyways, I'm home already and my husband is hanging outside with his friends.
And I am tired, so I will be back tomorrow again with more on my boring life on the Texas border.
P.S. Notice I didn't get shot at or mugged. Neither did I hear any gunshots or missiles or gernades. Although I did forget to mention how some idiot cut in front of me with his truck and then slowed down to almost a stop on a 60mph freeway. I think he wanted me to hit him from behind, but I'm one of the safest drivers out there so I just slowed down with him, pulled around and flipped him off, lol.
Goodnight.
My husband woke me up like an excited little boy because he had a soccer game today and he wanted me to go with the kids and for me to take the video camera.
"I want the family there, you know. I want that support." He says.
Maybe I'm a bad wife, but the thought of going to go and watch a bunch of grown men kick a ball in the fields was not appealing. I really hate soccer.
But his excitement was worth it, I guess, so I get up.
He left with his friends because he had a game at 10am, but he definitely wanted me to make it for the 12pm game.
I made breakfast for the kids in the meantime and did a little house work and before I knew it, it was already 11am. I had an hour to get dressed, get the kids dressed, and then a 30 minutes drive.
I didn't think I would make it, and I didn't.
To make matters worse, my husband calls me to tell me they lost and I just felt like it was my fault.
I was already on my way, so I had to turn around. I decided to take the children to the park, but we never got off the car because by that time my husband told me he was going to get something to eat with his friends.
Because I had been wanting to take my daughter to this restaurant in McAllen for the longest time, I decided to ask him if he could watch Junior so she and I could go.
He agreed.
I took Leyley to Kumori's in McAllen, TX, and we pigged out like you wouldn't believe.
I had the Spicy Firecracker, we both had the Stuffed Baby Octopus. Leyley got the Eclipse Suchi Roll and I got the Calamari Tempura. Asides from that, we got second servings on the Seaweed soup, and no, that's not what it's called. I just can't remember the name of the soup, but it does have seaweed in it and it is delicious!
Then we went to the movies to watch "Gnomeo and Juliette".
The movie wasn't that bad, but it wasn't great either. It's almost like watching Romeo and Juliette with a lot of comedy and a happy ending.
I liked all the Shrek movies better. Those left an impression and you never want them to end.
If they made a sequel to this movie, I would rather wait to watch it on DVD.
Not to mention you have to pay 8 bucks to watch it in 3D!! I would recommend you watch it in 2D because it's not worth the extra bucks. They hardly had anything that was 3D worthy.
To top it off, they leave you a little note to make sure to recycle your 3D glasses on your way out.
Pfft! I paid 8 bucks for them. Hell no I ain't going to return them.
They should give me my money back, that's what they should do.
Which makes me wonder if I can watch another 3D movie in their theater with the same glasses, and without having to pay the extra 8 bucks?
Anyways, I'm home already and my husband is hanging outside with his friends.
And I am tired, so I will be back tomorrow again with more on my boring life on the Texas border.
P.S. Notice I didn't get shot at or mugged. Neither did I hear any gunshots or missiles or gernades. Although I did forget to mention how some idiot cut in front of me with his truck and then slowed down to almost a stop on a 60mph freeway. I think he wanted me to hit him from behind, but I'm one of the safest drivers out there so I just slowed down with him, pulled around and flipped him off, lol.
Goodnight.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Fishing in the Rio Grande Banks
After my daughter arrived from school today, my husband gave me the news that we were going to go fishing....again!
We've been going fishing like fishing hogs for the past couple of weeks since we obtained our fishing licenses. The fishing on the river is pretty good, but we're amateurs, so we kinda suck at fishing.
I really like fishing, especially because I was never allowed to fish when I was a little girl.
As an adult, now I get to fish when ever I want and I have my own fishing pole and bait my own line, etc.
But if I sound like I was annoyed about fishing today, well, I was.
It's not that I didn't want to go. I did, but when you have a 3 year old child that doesn't understand the words "danger" and "no", well, you already know that what is supposed to be a relaxing experience will be more like panic attacks and stressing out.
Not putting too much hope in it, I called mom to see if she was willing to watch Junior for a few hours while we went fishing.
She rarely wants to, so I was not surprised when she said no, but I believed her when she said it was because she had to go to work early. It was, after all, pretty late in the day, and she usually goes in to work by 6pm. It was already 5.
Oh well, we took him anyways.
But the problem this time wasn't Junior.
No, oh no. Junior behaved pretty well.
The problem this time is that my husband and his friends decided to take some left over rotted bait that stank to high hell!
The stench was horrible!
"The fish aren't biting," my husband says.
I stuck my hands under his nose and asked, "Would you eat something that smells like this?"
"I have in the past," he says mischieviously.
Oooh, that man is incorrigible!
I do not, nor have I ever smelled like rotting shrimp!
Not that bad at least, lol.
Overall, it was still a nice experience. It was cool out and we stayed there until it got very dark. Junior built a fire, with our help of course, and Leyley (my daughter) was making sand castles.
Fish wise, we only caught about 6 fish. Pretty bad, but I don't blame them for not wanting to bite into that bait.
I couldn't wait to get home and take a shower!
This was one of those moments where I wish I had taken my video camera, just to capture the night life on the Texas/Mexico river, and I will share some video from this year.
I'll post it up tomorrow.
Experiences like these are what I want to share with the world, that the dangers here are not like what they make them sound.
But it's hard.
It's hard to put into words the experience of life on the border.
Not too far from where we were standing you could hear motor bikes running back and forth. More than likely drug runners.
That's the part that is hard to explain.
You see, our little fishing expedition is dangerous.
It is as dangerous as walking into the forest at night, or walking down an alley at midnight.
If you are from a big city, you run a big risk of getting mugged, hurt, and in many cases, even killed.
The only difference between a big city and the Texas/Mexico border is that you have a big river in between and if you see someone on the other side, more than likely nothing will happen. They'll wave. You wave, and it's a friendly interchange.
However, the phrase that is most common around here is, "Wrong place. Wrong time".
It happens less often than not to regular civilians.
To be honest, I can't recall a moment where a regular civilian has been hurt or murdered by Mexicans for just being on the opposite side of the river.
What I have heard is of American's being by the river at the exact place where they are going to run drugs, and the worst that happened was that the drug runners shot warning shots into the air to scare away the American's from the area.
When it comes to people crossing over, they usually just rush by without a word and continue running. One guy reported that once while he was fishing this guy crossed the river and then came to stand by his side and struck up a friendly conversation with him like they were old pals!
The border patrol, however, experience "wrong place wrong time" more often than not, and mainly because that's what they are looking for. They are looking for what might be the wrong place at the wrong time, because more than likely there is where they will find what they are trying to stop - drug runners, undocumented immigrants, etc. If you ask them, they'll tell you the border is a war zone, but to people like me who live here, that equates to the same as asking a cop if his/her job is dangerous and they'll say "Yes, I bump into killers, rapists, thieves, child molestors, etc. all the time!"
So naturally it is more dangerous for them.
So for me, on this night, I really wasn't scared. Neither was my 8 year old or my 3 year old.
What I was scared of was wild animals, so after a while, I told my husband we were taking off.
Besides, I couldn't take the smell of that rotting shrimp anymore, and apparently neither could he because he said he was taking off too.
It took about 10 minutes to get back home, but guess what the first thing I did was?
You guessed it. I took a bath and believe it or not, I went and had to take another one and another one.
For some reason, I just couldn't get that rotting shrimp smell off of me!
Finally, I just sprayed some perfume on me and rubbed my hands with alcohol.
My brother came over and asked me if I had seen the movie "Spartacus: Gods of the Arena".
I hadn't, so he brought the movie over and that's what I'm about to do now.
I do hope it's a good movie because I don't have anything else to do, and I'll be damned if I'm going to clean the house.
Until next time...
We've been going fishing like fishing hogs for the past couple of weeks since we obtained our fishing licenses. The fishing on the river is pretty good, but we're amateurs, so we kinda suck at fishing.
I really like fishing, especially because I was never allowed to fish when I was a little girl.
As an adult, now I get to fish when ever I want and I have my own fishing pole and bait my own line, etc.
But if I sound like I was annoyed about fishing today, well, I was.
It's not that I didn't want to go. I did, but when you have a 3 year old child that doesn't understand the words "danger" and "no", well, you already know that what is supposed to be a relaxing experience will be more like panic attacks and stressing out.
Not putting too much hope in it, I called mom to see if she was willing to watch Junior for a few hours while we went fishing.
She rarely wants to, so I was not surprised when she said no, but I believed her when she said it was because she had to go to work early. It was, after all, pretty late in the day, and she usually goes in to work by 6pm. It was already 5.
Oh well, we took him anyways.
But the problem this time wasn't Junior.
No, oh no. Junior behaved pretty well.
The problem this time is that my husband and his friends decided to take some left over rotted bait that stank to high hell!
The stench was horrible!
"The fish aren't biting," my husband says.
I stuck my hands under his nose and asked, "Would you eat something that smells like this?"
"I have in the past," he says mischieviously.
Oooh, that man is incorrigible!
I do not, nor have I ever smelled like rotting shrimp!
Not that bad at least, lol.
Overall, it was still a nice experience. It was cool out and we stayed there until it got very dark. Junior built a fire, with our help of course, and Leyley (my daughter) was making sand castles.
Fish wise, we only caught about 6 fish. Pretty bad, but I don't blame them for not wanting to bite into that bait.
I couldn't wait to get home and take a shower!
This was one of those moments where I wish I had taken my video camera, just to capture the night life on the Texas/Mexico river, and I will share some video from this year.
I'll post it up tomorrow.
Experiences like these are what I want to share with the world, that the dangers here are not like what they make them sound.
But it's hard.
It's hard to put into words the experience of life on the border.
Not too far from where we were standing you could hear motor bikes running back and forth. More than likely drug runners.
That's the part that is hard to explain.
You see, our little fishing expedition is dangerous.
It is as dangerous as walking into the forest at night, or walking down an alley at midnight.
If you are from a big city, you run a big risk of getting mugged, hurt, and in many cases, even killed.
The only difference between a big city and the Texas/Mexico border is that you have a big river in between and if you see someone on the other side, more than likely nothing will happen. They'll wave. You wave, and it's a friendly interchange.
However, the phrase that is most common around here is, "Wrong place. Wrong time".
It happens less often than not to regular civilians.
To be honest, I can't recall a moment where a regular civilian has been hurt or murdered by Mexicans for just being on the opposite side of the river.
What I have heard is of American's being by the river at the exact place where they are going to run drugs, and the worst that happened was that the drug runners shot warning shots into the air to scare away the American's from the area.
When it comes to people crossing over, they usually just rush by without a word and continue running. One guy reported that once while he was fishing this guy crossed the river and then came to stand by his side and struck up a friendly conversation with him like they were old pals!
The border patrol, however, experience "wrong place wrong time" more often than not, and mainly because that's what they are looking for. They are looking for what might be the wrong place at the wrong time, because more than likely there is where they will find what they are trying to stop - drug runners, undocumented immigrants, etc. If you ask them, they'll tell you the border is a war zone, but to people like me who live here, that equates to the same as asking a cop if his/her job is dangerous and they'll say "Yes, I bump into killers, rapists, thieves, child molestors, etc. all the time!"
So naturally it is more dangerous for them.
So for me, on this night, I really wasn't scared. Neither was my 8 year old or my 3 year old.
What I was scared of was wild animals, so after a while, I told my husband we were taking off.
Besides, I couldn't take the smell of that rotting shrimp anymore, and apparently neither could he because he said he was taking off too.
It took about 10 minutes to get back home, but guess what the first thing I did was?
You guessed it. I took a bath and believe it or not, I went and had to take another one and another one.
For some reason, I just couldn't get that rotting shrimp smell off of me!
Finally, I just sprayed some perfume on me and rubbed my hands with alcohol.
My brother came over and asked me if I had seen the movie "Spartacus: Gods of the Arena".
I hadn't, so he brought the movie over and that's what I'm about to do now.
I do hope it's a good movie because I don't have anything else to do, and I'll be damned if I'm going to clean the house.
Until next time...
Hello from Texas
I just had to start a diary where I talk about life on the border.
It's pretty hard to describe that what is going on here is nothing like what they say in the news, so I figured that maybe if I share some of the personal things I do, maybe, just maybe, I can bore the hell out of all those people who think and actually believe that life here is like living in a war zone.
No, life is not a war zone here, and as proof, I will produce a glimpse into my boring life here on the border.
I look forward to babbling about fishing on the banks of the Rio Grande River, our trips to Mexico, what we made to eat, going to town, etc.
But I still hope that you enjoy the ride. :)
In the mean time, here's some recommended reading:
It's pretty hard to describe that what is going on here is nothing like what they say in the news, so I figured that maybe if I share some of the personal things I do, maybe, just maybe, I can bore the hell out of all those people who think and actually believe that life here is like living in a war zone.
No, life is not a war zone here, and as proof, I will produce a glimpse into my boring life here on the border.
I look forward to babbling about fishing on the banks of the Rio Grande River, our trips to Mexico, what we made to eat, going to town, etc.
But I still hope that you enjoy the ride. :)
In the mean time, here's some recommended reading:
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