Halloween
I leave today for Houston to go trick-or-treating with my "nietas." Am I lucky or what?
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Hugs all around!
Friday I gave Mario (our male maid) a hug. Considering all of the complaining I've done about him for - letting himself into our apartment while I was showering, leaving the windows open all day when it never gets over 40 deg F during the day, etc. I thought I should explain.
I came home from teaching friday and attempted to back my large SUV into the open garage. Being not great at any type of driving, let alone the backing type, I ran into the outside wall of the apartment building and knocked off the water faucet. Of course, water sprayed out and, without a faucet there was no stopping it. Mario to the rescue. He broke up his homemade broom and hammered the broomstick into the faucet hole, a feat I believed impossible. Then he went to get a new faucet and installed it, which is quite a feat, considering there was no way of turning the water off. I was so grateful to him I gave him a big hug! Who would've guessed (well about the hug part, not the accident.)
Friday I gave Mario (our male maid) a hug. Considering all of the complaining I've done about him for - letting himself into our apartment while I was showering, leaving the windows open all day when it never gets over 40 deg F during the day, etc. I thought I should explain.
I came home from teaching friday and attempted to back my large SUV into the open garage. Being not great at any type of driving, let alone the backing type, I ran into the outside wall of the apartment building and knocked off the water faucet. Of course, water sprayed out and, without a faucet there was no stopping it. Mario to the rescue. He broke up his homemade broom and hammered the broomstick into the faucet hole, a feat I believed impossible. Then he went to get a new faucet and installed it, which is quite a feat, considering there was no way of turning the water off. I was so grateful to him I gave him a big hug! Who would've guessed (well about the hug part, not the accident.)
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Trees
So, we finally have a signed contract for selling our San Antonio home. I was getting a little concerned, as they were dragging their feet. They had a contingency clause stating if they could not pull out the trees in the backyard to put in a pool, they didn't want the house. The concern is unreasonable if you live in San Antonio and know anyone can take a tree out in their own yard. However, these people are from Mexico, where it is illegal. Yes, you can actually go to jail for cutting down a tree, or even running into a tree with your car. (which makes me a little nervous) You CAN, however, run down a person without repercusion, or sell poisonous food on the street, or exploit your children by making them dance in front of traffic for money. But you CAN'T harm a tree! Go figure.
So, we finally have a signed contract for selling our San Antonio home. I was getting a little concerned, as they were dragging their feet. They had a contingency clause stating if they could not pull out the trees in the backyard to put in a pool, they didn't want the house. The concern is unreasonable if you live in San Antonio and know anyone can take a tree out in their own yard. However, these people are from Mexico, where it is illegal. Yes, you can actually go to jail for cutting down a tree, or even running into a tree with your car. (which makes me a little nervous) You CAN, however, run down a person without repercusion, or sell poisonous food on the street, or exploit your children by making them dance in front of traffic for money. But you CAN'T harm a tree! Go figure.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
I love the good old USA!
There are a couple of things I have learned by moving to Mexico. First, I love my family, and miss them.(Actually, I already knew that) Second, I never realized what a great country we have.
The maid that lives in our apartment complex (Suzanna) had minor surgery this week (hemorrhoidectomy for those who are interested.) The surgeons didn't bother to clean her, or even wipe her up before cutting. Then they sent her home in pretty poor shape. Her husband came over that evening asking if I would inject some pain medicine "into her veins". I asked what the medicine was and why they didn't do it before she left. He said she got the medicine from a "friend", not the doctors, and showed me several small vials, which were obviously samples from somewhere. I politely said "no" and my husband told him I couldn't do it because it wasn't safe to give medicine for which I had no instructions. He told us it was no problem and went home. Apparently she did not agree with the "no hay problema" sentiment and came to my apartment, walked into the foyer, pulled down her pants, wiped her rear with an alcohol wipe and handed me a syringe that she had already filled with medicine. The needle was the largest I'd ever seen. I guess when you're desperate, you're desperate.
Although not perfect, we have a healthcare system that cares for the poor. We have guidelines for sanitation that save lives and prevent complications. We have a great country! I can't wait to come home to visit.
There are a couple of things I have learned by moving to Mexico. First, I love my family, and miss them.(Actually, I already knew that) Second, I never realized what a great country we have.
The maid that lives in our apartment complex (Suzanna) had minor surgery this week (hemorrhoidectomy for those who are interested.) The surgeons didn't bother to clean her, or even wipe her up before cutting. Then they sent her home in pretty poor shape. Her husband came over that evening asking if I would inject some pain medicine "into her veins". I asked what the medicine was and why they didn't do it before she left. He said she got the medicine from a "friend", not the doctors, and showed me several small vials, which were obviously samples from somewhere. I politely said "no" and my husband told him I couldn't do it because it wasn't safe to give medicine for which I had no instructions. He told us it was no problem and went home. Apparently she did not agree with the "no hay problema" sentiment and came to my apartment, walked into the foyer, pulled down her pants, wiped her rear with an alcohol wipe and handed me a syringe that she had already filled with medicine. The needle was the largest I'd ever seen. I guess when you're desperate, you're desperate.
Although not perfect, we have a healthcare system that cares for the poor. We have guidelines for sanitation that save lives and prevent complications. We have a great country! I can't wait to come home to visit.
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