My Grandpa Leon

This is my Grandpa Leon.  He passed away on Memorial Day after a heart attack, he was 84.  Almost 50 years ago he married my Grandmother Herlinda.  She had four children and he loved them like his own flesh and blood and was good to them.  He was a white guy, marrying into a Mexican-American family at a time and place where people didn't always cross the tracks to get to know one another, much less fall in love with each other.  He was soooo tall and so big and had a big deep booming voice.  My grandmother is tiny, so it was always sweet to see them together.  He was an old school kind of guy, he played football in college, served in the Navy in WWII and took care of his yard and his family.  When you met him he would shake your hand and ask you what kind of car you drove in a way that would leave lesser men wondering what the right answer was.

I love him and will miss him.

Jacob - Spring 2011

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I'm famous!

OK, not really so much but I did comment on one of my very favorite cooking blogs about how my kids won't eat my homemade yogurt and how that makes me so sad. (And also forces me to eat more full fat creamy delicious fresh thick splendid yogurt than I probably should, because someone has to eat it. Such is my life.)

Anyway the blog owner wrote a post in response to my comment which I thought was so incredibly nice of her and I feel so special to be mentioned by name by someone who is like a blog-o-sphere celebrity! haha. I am so ridiculous I know!

http://blessusolord.blogspot.com/

My hair is long

Sometimes I don’t understand people.  At work there are times when I might take my hair down and re-do my up-do.  Inevitably someone random will say to me – “Oh your hair is long.” 

I never know what to say back.  I mean my buns are huge now.  What did they think was in there? Did they think it was one of those fake bun things from the mall?  Do they think they are telling me something I don’t know?  (I think it would be funny to say what, oh my gosh how did that get there?!) 

Sometimes people will ask “When are you going to cut it?” and I think I don’t know.  It’s not like I have a five year plan for my hair.  I’m pretty sure there wasn’t a chapter on hair in A Purpose Driven Life.   Like a lot of Long Hairs, I practice benign neglect, meaning keeping it up with the ends protected 99% of the time and sort of forgetting about it.  Like that rotisserie chicken machine – “Just set it and forget it!” LOL

My long hair says I am patient. My long hair says my idea of beauty is health and self-acceptance.  My long hair says I don’t need to look like someone in a magazine.  I don’t need to look like someone else’s idea of what a 38 year old “should” look like.  At least that’s what I think.