The Happyish Homestead

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

I’m Not Bilingual, Surprise.

Unless you’re counting that time in high school when I would pretend to learn Spanish,

from my neighbor

and I was TOTALLY teaching her English

in exchange for homemade tamales

while a pig’s head sat in the sink the next room over

which wasn’t really that far over…

…because it was a trailer.

Or that time I tried to convince my college Spanish professor

on MULTIPLTE occasions

that holding a fiesta was totally necessary to my absorbing the language.

I totally won that one, we had a party.

But really.

I cannot speak another language.

Which I still feel like I’m a fine individual.

Until this one time a couple of weeks ago when we went to the library.

And Bennett picked out only Spanish books.

And then lost his mind when I told him I cannot read them.

Because I do not speak Spanish.

Oh, and also

BECAUSE HE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND SPANISH.

Not just that, HE cannot even read English,

so I thought it was a little unfair when he judged me with his tears and self pity.

But it’s fine right?  To be only monoligual?

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Last meal in the sunroom for the year.

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Our friends invited us to their house for their church harvest party.

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And then she promptly threw up in their bushes.

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A gifted cotton candy machine.

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OK.

In grade school, I totally remember my sister and I making fake black eyes.

By rubbing a lead pencil repeatedly in the same spot on a piece of paper and then rubbing our fingers in the lead and onto our eyes.

Turns out my sister has not recollection of this whatsoever.

I taught my girls how to do it.

They were suffiecently impressed and didn’t care that I care that I could speak only one language.

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Session of swim at the local Y.

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Jazz band.

It’s seriously so fun to watch.

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And then they had to teach a parent to play.

So glad it wasn’t me.

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Carrots are definitely not my strong suit.

This piddly harvest is only because I got free seeds.

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Yup, just like I had pictured in my head.

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But this one though…

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She’s enamored with this skirt.

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Fall was amazing this year.

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Hippie Day for Spirit Week.

I was obnoxiously proud that we already had all this stuff.

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And Halloween.

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Our own little family party while my friend was in town.

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