Doesn't Speak the Language, Holds No Currency

One thing I really love about Miami is it doesn't fool around with ethnic food. Mexican food is actually authentic Mexican, otherwise they call it Tex-Mex or Southwestern. There is distinct difference between Cuban food and Jamaican food and you's a fool if you mix it up or just refer to everything as 'Mexican', like you'd see in other more northern states (ahem, Utah). 

 The same is true with Spanish. I thought I spoke Spanish, but I actually speak Mexican. Spanish from the Caribbean countries is so incredibly hard for me to understand--so bad that I can usually only pick out of a few words and piece them together. The other day I got my eyebrows waxed from a non-English speaker and as I was leaving, she started fussing and getting worked up. I could pick out the words 'eyebrows' and 'red'. I figured she was worried about how red and splotchy I get after a wax, so I said (in Spanish) "It's ok, this always happens and it will pass." She replied (in Spanish), "But you're so WHITE!" Then she started muttering with the other hair ladies about what a curse it must be to have such white skin. :) I love being the oddball. I really, really love it. 

 I think (don't hold your breath) that I may have come to peace with my work/financial situation. I've let the whole thing sit and marinade for a bit and it's the most peaceful I've felt in weeks. I guess I'm not supposed to leave home just yet, but for crying out loud, we need the money desperately. It's taking a great deal of faith on both of our parts to accept this answer. 

 In other related news, I have felt a strong push to start selling Thrive food storage and emergency supplies. If you know me well, and most of you do, you know that I HAAAAATTTTE selling anything and doing business in any way with anybody for any reason. I've had to come to a difficult conclusion that the Lord really needs me to learn some skills and doing business--through teaching piano and selling thrive--is how I need to learn those skills. I didn't arrive at this conclusion without a lot of kicking and screaming, but I can't fight it anymore. I'm a Thrive consultant. I'll keep y'all posted on this. 

You probably know by now that we adopted some orange kittens. We had to give one back because she was too darn dumb to use the litter box. I threatened to give them both back (it's a program where you have 3 weeks to decide if you want the cats) and Jacob went into a tailspin. Turns out he fell in love with Simba (pictured) and couldn't handle the thought of returning him. So Mr. I Act All Tough But Go Mushy For Kitties actually shampooed the carpets and spent a great deal of time trying to convince me to keep Simba. I relented, only because I felt like I was taking candy out of a toddler's fist. So now we have a cat. And I'm NOT a cat person, but he's turning out to be a fun addition to our family and is very good at using the litter box. And Jacob is very good at cleaning the litter box. 

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Jennifer Walker said…
I am happy to read you are finding more peace. Today Rachel said, "I miss Hannah and Leah." Me, too! Let's facetime--soon!
October 5, 2014 at 3:57 PM
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