Tuesday, April 27, 2010
My Mexican American Heart Aches
As an Arizona native I am distraught by the media surrounding
the Grand Canyon State.
Being Mexican American, meaning my parents are Mexican and I was born in America,
immigration is a topic very close to my heart.
I hate that my people, my beautiful culture is the target of close-minded people.
The Governor of AZ states that, "Racial profiling is illegal.
It is illegal in America, and it's certainly illegal in Arizona,".
I wonder exactly how Gov. Brewer plans to train law enforcement to
look past the race in order to investigate legal status.
People tell me I don't look Hispanic but I have relatives that do
(because we are Hispanic),
this bill makes it okay for us to be harassed based on our appearance.
This bill invites racial profiling and ignores the fact that the Hispanic culture
is an intrinsic part of Arizona's history and its future.
There are Wal-Mart's, KFC's, Safeway Foods, and JC Penny's right across the
border where the majority of people that live in border towns shop. Contributing to our economy, not theirs.
Since the Governor thinks this bill won't affect our economy,
I wish all Hispanic people living in border towns would stop purchasing at these
stores for a week just to prove a point. Some might think these wishes are un-American,
the truth of the matter is that this bill is un-American and un-humanitarian.
First & Last Political Blog
Monday, April 26, 2010
Hostess City of the South
This weekend we took a little trip to Savannah, GA. I love little trips!
The Ashe's loaded up, headed south for some family time and good seafood.
My father-in-law loves fried seafood, and for two years he had talked about
this restaurant called Uncle Bubba's Oyster House located in Tybee Island.
As we waited for our appetizer, chargrilled oysters,
I recognized a man at the bar (I had seen him on TV),
he was Uncle Bubba in the flesh.
Back to the food, the chargrilled oysters,
are these delicious bites smothered with parmesan cheese and butter.
I swear I could have ate two dozens by myself.
The fried shrimp, fried scallops, cheesy grits &
savannah red rice were equally as delicious.
My father-in-law was spot on.
As we headed out Uncle Bubba shook our hands, thanked us for eating at
his restaurant and took a picture with us. Uncle Bubba was Southern charm
and hospitality at its finest.
Kudos Uncle Bubba!
Friday, April 23, 2010
Instuctor Lady
All the cool kids are doing it............
My mamacita taught me to never be a follower but you know what, I want to blog about stuff too! Ultimately, the decision to create a blog was sealed when I watched Julie & Julia (thanks Katie!). Now I'm clearly not going to embark upon a cooking venture, that would just be silly but I do plan on writing about my own daily occurences.
For example:
Last night after work I went to 30/30 an exercise class offered at the Rec. Center in Cullowhee. It's an hour class where we do 30 minutes of step cardio and 30 minutes of strength training.
*Disclaimer... I haven't been to 30/30 in two weeks because I broke my toe playing basketball (a story for a different day). Not really a fan of working out, but desperate to lose my muffin top, I met D. We went in and got all the equipment like the step, weights etc. I knew our regular instructor was on vacation so I was hoping that we had an easy night to ease me back in. After seeing the instructor, which was an older and rather heavier lady.... I thought "YES". Well, I should note that my mamacita also taught me to keep ugly thoughts to myself unless she is around and we can discuss these thoughts in Spanish. Turns out instructor lady had a few tricks up her sleeve. Fifteen minutes in and my face was so red I couldn't even see the white in my eyes. I was sweating from places I never knew could sweat. All I could think was, oh she knows I underestimated her and she is showing the young whippersnapper who is boss. She kept yelling whooo hoo, clapping her hands in the air and telling us to step it up. To say the least, it was the longest hour EVER! Wish I remembered her name so I could name this blog after her but I was too busy critiquing her. SHAME ON ME! Good workout Instructor Lady!
My mamacita taught me to never be a follower but you know what, I want to blog about stuff too! Ultimately, the decision to create a blog was sealed when I watched Julie & Julia (thanks Katie!). Now I'm clearly not going to embark upon a cooking venture, that would just be silly but I do plan on writing about my own daily occurences.
For example:
Last night after work I went to 30/30 an exercise class offered at the Rec. Center in Cullowhee. It's an hour class where we do 30 minutes of step cardio and 30 minutes of strength training.
*Disclaimer... I haven't been to 30/30 in two weeks because I broke my toe playing basketball (a story for a different day). Not really a fan of working out, but desperate to lose my muffin top, I met D. We went in and got all the equipment like the step, weights etc. I knew our regular instructor was on vacation so I was hoping that we had an easy night to ease me back in. After seeing the instructor, which was an older and rather heavier lady.... I thought "YES". Well, I should note that my mamacita also taught me to keep ugly thoughts to myself unless she is around and we can discuss these thoughts in Spanish. Turns out instructor lady had a few tricks up her sleeve. Fifteen minutes in and my face was so red I couldn't even see the white in my eyes. I was sweating from places I never knew could sweat. All I could think was, oh she knows I underestimated her and she is showing the young whippersnapper who is boss. She kept yelling whooo hoo, clapping her hands in the air and telling us to step it up. To say the least, it was the longest hour EVER! Wish I remembered her name so I could name this blog after her but I was too busy critiquing her. SHAME ON ME! Good workout Instructor Lady!
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