There’s a diner near my apartment that overcooks the omelets. My cheese omelet inevitably has that tell-tale brown crispiness on the edges with burnt blisters splotching up the whole thing. There’s a bit of a crispiness and a certain unusual chewiness to this omelet, and I love it! Every single time that omelet lands in front of me in that shape I smile and dig right into it.
Recently, it occurred to me why I like my omelets in this shape. Though I was often hungry as a child, my grandmother always made sure I had something to eat when I stayed with her. She would pour copious amounts of vegetable oil into the pan prior to pouring in my scrambled eggs. I had crispy, greasy eggs that were like no other eggs I had consumed prior to that time. I only knew powdery fake scrambled eggs and my grandmother’s version.
My grandmother was the poorest person I knew, but she always made sure I was fed, and never hungry. She’s the reason I love my eggs overcooked.
Chihuahua dogs are my favs. My grandmother raised chihuahuas, and I thought all kids got their first dog from their grandma. Unfortunately, in adulthood, I’ve developed a dog allergy, so I’m getting allergy shots so that I can get a chihuahua soon.
I am very accident prone. This is why I don’t ski, snowboard or do anything remotely daring as a sport. I create enough mishaps just going through everyday life!
I have a very loud laugh that is also easily identifiable. People know I’m laughing from rooms away!
Libraries and bookstores are favorite hangout places of mine.
I am a tea snob. No coffee for me!
There is no explanation for my love affair with Ireland. I don’t have a drop of Irish blood in me. In fact, I’m Mexican. I can’t get enough of the music, the tea, the food, the geography, learning Irish history. My soul is strangely, but beautifully Irish.
I love rain and snow. I think it comes from a childhood in the desert.
This is hard, as I’ve only been blogging since July 9th. Though these two bloggers below have already received this award, I still want to mention them because they have great talent and heart. Also, Bourbon at Crazy in the Coconut was the very first blogger to follow me! I especially love her for that! And WeeGee at How Do You Eat An Elephant just makes me laugh.
I was once asked by a yoga teacher what freedom would look like for me. It was an easy answer. Sleep, restful, nonscary sleep would be such sweet freedom.
And, in this moment, I would also choose to stop shaking. I’ve been shaking off and on all day today. I talked about the Freddy Bear post today in therapy. I still cry when I read it. Out of all of my posts, it’s the only one that makes me cry again and again and again. I had no idea that I even had any pain or loss around Freddy. Up until I wrote about him, if you had asked me about him I would have described him as my youngest brother with whom I am not very close. Period. I would not have thought about it any further than that.
I would like to write further, but this is too hard for me right now, so I’ll sign off for now.