We're having a Mexican fiesta themed lunch at work next week. Denisse (who was, by the way, born in Mexico) described a time when she was forced to wear her co-worker's fifth grade daughter's traditional Mexican dress and dance during a similarly themed luncheon. She wished not to repeat that experience, but thought other costumes might be fun. Then she recalled a Mexican costume she had worn proudly to another function: revolutionary. The only problem, she was told...
You can't take that rifle into church.
Denisse is delightfully fascinated by the Body Worlds exhibit which has been in Houston these last few months. I realized after the fact that she was referring to the plastination process at the heart of this exhibit when she told a co-worker this morning...
If you're going to have an abortion, you might as well donate it to science.
Indeed.
Sept 6: I heard some loud, aggressive alternative rock music emanating from Denisse's office today. I commented that I did not picture her as being a fan of, then I paused. "Head banging?" she finished the thought for me, and then went on to say...
You just have not met all my personalities yet.
Oct 25: Denisse paused as we were chatting and I thought she might have been leaving space for an implied profanity. It struck me that I never heard her swear, but that she might have that tendency, so I asked if that was the case. Her reply was affirmative. She added, without any prompt from me,...
I did not start cursing or drinking until I was married.Her husband must be so proud. :)
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I would to clarify that although I was not allowed to bring the rifle into my church building for International Day, I did parade the rifle and the ammo in the parking lot, since it was, after all, a part of my Mexican Revolutionary Girl outfit.
Viva La Adelita!
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