Younus: Some Chilean Woman

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 2010

Nothing worse than...

We all have things that we can't stand. I have a list. I'm sorry to do so many list posts, but I'm not a writer so deal with it.

Ladies, I know you'll feel me on this one, I hope. There is nothing worse than sneezing when you're at the end of your period and wearing a tampon. Maybe I'm tight in that area, but man, it freakin' hurts.

There is also nothing worse than going to a public toilet and finding pubic hair on the seat. Go over toBlossom's blog, she talks all about it in her most recent post.

There is nothing worse than being tired, going to bed then realizing you gotta pee.

Queefs, they're so embarrassing. My husband laughs and I just get turned off.

Enough with bodily functions...my mind is in the gutter.

Listening to: "No Siento Penas" -Juanes. I'd like to dedicate this song to the queef maker in my life.

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2010

Some Judgmental Chilean Woman

Work is busy, I'm in extreme need of a dental assistant so we're hiring. Tomorrow I've got 8 candidates coming in for interviews out of the 20 resumes I've received since I posted the ad last Tuesday. This is the first time I've had to interview and hire someone. Hopefully my Chilean judgmental beast won't come out too much.

In a perfect world I would never hire...

A girl who uses Facebook to post pout photos on themselves obviously taken in front of a mirror with their cell phone.

A man that wears a pinky ring.

A person who ends their sentences with "so..."

A person who can't spell the word molar.

Twilight groupies.

Someone who wears jeans to the interview.

Someone with bad teeth/breath.

Someone who texts during the interview.

Someone who doesn't smile.

A Justin Bieber fan. Or worse, a Nickelback fan!

Listening to: "Walk Away" -Franz Ferdinand.

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 2010

On a boat full of feelings -

I set sail -

In search of shores not yet discovered-

Wondering if I will ever find my hearts desire-

Never knowing that from heaven an angel-

Had been sent an had always been there -

At the helm -

Traveling – there – right next to me-

Is it your smile or is it you Brown eyes.

I will sit and ponder.

The moon traversing the sky.

You - floating in my mind.

In the infinity I will encounter your spirit.

Be it your eyes or your smile

You'd think my flaco wrote this little piece for me, that I'm his muse. But you're wrong. I signed up for Jango. I received over 20 male invitations in the first 2 hours, most of them had half naked pictures, you know, the really douche-baggy ones with the guy taking the picture by standing in front of a mirror with his shirt off all greasy and shiny? I have to say this email with the poem stood out, it's probably just a cut and paste, changing the eye color for every girl he adds, but it gave Scotsman and I a giggle. Today I changed my profile a bit, listing myself as married and talking about my Scottish husband. Today's friend requests: 2, both females.

Listening to: "Gone Away" -Connor Shaw. Regardless, Jango is pretty damn awesome, it's introduced me to some great tunes.

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 8, 2010

Our Backyard

This is our backyard, at least half of it. We still don't have Internet at home because we live out in the mountains, but it's been nice. My dad and his girlfriend seem to be visiting us a lot lately, we've enjoyed nice meals sitting under the trees. Cracks me up how scared they are of nature, bees, voles, spiders freak them out -I thought Latinos were tougher than that, I guess not.

Last night after a stressful day at work, I came home and cook the hell out of some pantrucas. I find it extremely satisfying when I make something so hearty, makes me feel all Chilean and shizz. Mostly, I just love watching my skinny husband devour 3 huge bowls, it's a huge compliment.

People, especially here in Utah are very superficial, material things are so important, just drive around and you'll see HUGE houses, HUGE cars, HUGE fake boobs, HUGE Botox lips, HUGE families, etc. There was a time when those things used to make me a bit jealous, I wanted the huge house and money. But life happened and I had to grow up fast. Give me a bowl of hearty food to eat with my loved ones in our yard next to our fire pit and I'm good.

Wow, I used the word Huge too much in this post. I'm out of practice, I need to blog more...

Listening to: "Ain't No Sunshine" -Bill Withers. A classic.

WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 2010

Etsy find

Meet Owlyshadowpuppets. Ah, the talent of people! I'm amazed and suddenly happy.

Listening to: "Drops In The River" -Fleet Foxes. Scotsman and I went to see John Mayer last night, it was actually very good, he's hilarious and charming. But I'm done with his stuff for a while...

FRIDAY, AUGUST 27, 2010

Damn, I want that dress. And randoms.

She's a cookie, I love that about her. And I am pretty jealous of that dress, I think I'd look good in it too, I have thick legs, but bigger boobies so I'd have to give it cleavage display.

I can't believe it's almost September, birthday month. I'm going to be 30 this year and I am quite thrilled about it, isn't that the horniest decade in a woman's lifespan? My poor husband...or pillow...or vibrator...or...OK, that's about all I'd hump.

For the birthday gift of my dreams I would want to do what they do in the first 3 minutes of the video below. All I want is a table full of different ingredients and for me to guess what they are. I bet I could guess most of them, yeah, under pressure yo. I'm a food whore, what can I say.

Shorty, if it was your birfday, and you could have anything 50 Cent style, what would you ask fo'?

Listening to: "Moon" -Sia.

TUESDAY, AUGUST 17, 2010

Fingertips

Flaco's birthday today...too bad we don't have internet access at home yet so he can read this, damn mountains.

His fingertips were busy typing when we first 'met'. We hardly slept to compose silly emails. It's crazy thinking back on how we met, it seems so unreal knowing that all we had then was words on the screen. Then his fingertips dared dial an American home line. Six hours straight, talking, laughing, the phone bill was ridiculous. Plans were made, plane ticket purchased, fingertips drumming on the table impatiently waiting for time to fly by. His first hug was awkward, his fingertips did not touch me. Nervous, scared, tired. Later that night, comfortable, excited, his fingertips meeting my body for the first time. Touching, playing for two beautiful weeks. He's gone. I can still feel his hands. More typing, text messages, dialing foreign numbers. He misses me too. He comes back to me, this time to stay. Months later he holds my hands in his, fingertips caressing mine, shaking as he mumbles through his vows and makes me his wife. Now we're old married folk. He works hard, sunburned Scottish skin is no longer white, calloused fingertips from working the earth. He hardly has time for his fingertips to play with his camera anymore, I must say I am now his hobby. Even though he's exhausted he still manages to use his hands, fingertips always finding my bare skin, making me feel wanted. We drive, his fingertips on my knee. I brush my teeth, his fingertips moving that stubborn curl behind my ear. I smile, he sweeps his fingertips on my cheek telling me he digs it. I cook, his kisses my neck and places his fingertips on the outer curve of my hearty hips. I sleep, he caresses my shoulder, fingertips move down to the small of my back. Every little touch brings me closer to him. A woman needs this kind of love...

Listening to: "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" -Death Cab For Cutie. The first time I heard this song was when I was listening to the Park City radio station. Something was going on with the service and this song played 3 times in a row, no commercials in between or anything. I didn't change the station, I fell in love with this song.