Okay, first and foremost
¡Viva México! ¡Que viva!
That’s right. Cinco de Mayo is the Battle of Puebla. For some reason, perhaps the happy chiming 5th of the 5th, that was the one Mexican holiday that stuck in the American psyche.
But if you are Mexican, then the dieciseis de septiembre is your fiesta nacional!
So I just wanted to extend every Mexican person who comes across this blog a warm hello and a toast with my pretend margarita, and dream of mariachis serenading me as I listen to a Jorge Negrete sound-alike sing,
“¡Negrita de mis pesares! ¡Hojas de papel volando! A todos diles que si, pero no les digas cuando.”
I tried finding an MP3 or audio link, but couldn’t. Suffice it to say that if you ever hear an attack of violins, guitars and trumpets that sounds like a storm of confetti, you’ll know you’re hearing that song. And it’s beautiful.
Okay. I love going to Diesel Sweeties every day and reading it. Sometimes it’s hilarious. Sometimes it’s funny. It seldom disappoints.
Today was a good day. Maura shared her infinite wisdom, and I listened.
I felt that Maura spoke to me directly when she issued the following statement, however:
Who knew that the secret to a pretty decent pregnancy so far could be encapsulated so well by a digital, drunken ex-porn star?
I won’t go too much into details, but there are two things that plague a pregnant woman relate to number one and number two.
Okay, who am I kidding? Euphemisms like that are so second grade.
Lookit. Some women pee themselves when they cough or sneeze, due to having a baby playing tetherball with their bladder on a daily basis. And other women get awful hemorrhoids from pushing out the compacted, fiber-low poop.
Thanks to what turns out to be Maura’s advice, I have so far had neither incident happen to me.
I stayed in school. (somehow that also helps, I think…. let’s pretend it does)
I do my Kegels.
I eat my veggies.
I cross my fingers that THAT is enough to carry me through.
But I don’t count on it……
PPS: Happy birthday, Blue Squirrel! ;o)