Vamos Los Power Rangers!

Lunch at the office…

Kiria is watching a video on her phone.
It's a parody video called "If Power Rangers were Latino"

In the video they are performing the lineup where each character shouts their power and transforms into it, needless to say it has been…altered:

Cafe Con Leche!

Mantequilla!

Chimichangas!

Tortillas!

Arroz Con Pollo!

Croquettas!

Kiria hands me the phone, and after the video I said: "But if they're latinos wouldn't they all just be laying around doing nothing"?

And that's when the cursing started.

Hell, yes... I'm at church 3-4 times a week!

Saturday morning, Ava and I are having breakfast…

Ava points out Darwin's Origin of Species on the bookshelf, we start talking about belief, religion and science.

Ava tells me she thinks she is only person at her school that doesn't believe in God. I ask her why she doesn't believe and she says because "there is no proof he exists, no proof that he created the world, no proof he ever did anything".

I tell her that is fine but she must understand that there are plenty of people who do believe in God and they do it even though there is no proof, that is what faith is all about.

Towards the end I say, if you are interested in a set of beliefs that are about harming no one and helping others you could study Buddhism.

Ava: "Boobism"?

Me: "No…Buddhism".

Ava: "Then what's Boobism"?

Me: "That's Daddy's personal religion…in fact your Mom and I have study group later".

Ava: "What"?

Standing in line at the checkout...

I can write good.

One:

I scowl with a sense of ennui at myself in the mirror. Damn this mustache and damn Esther Newberg for stealing my mustache bleaching cream. I should already be at the club dancing, my inner goddess keeps saying "you're gonna be late! you're gonna be late! but I ignore her.

I get up and put on my bra, my boobs look amazing in it. My inner goddess is saying "You go girl" But I don't know why cause that phrase died out 10 years ago. I think my inner goddess is an idiot.

I would love to stay home and watch a Gilmore Girls marathon but I have to make money to support my cheap freeloading roommate. Besides today could be the day I meet the man of my dreams…a rich, handsome, enigmatic guy who sometimes wears ripped jeans but no shirt and has a six-pack of abs and likes to slap me around because his mother was a crack whore who messed him up….I think Im getting ahead of myself here.

Anyhoo. Im off to work.

Two:

Because I don't understand grammar or basic sentence structure I some times write in first person and then shift to third person point of view without warning. Just so you know…

Ryder PiratePants GroinGrinder was a serious dude… like whenever he was in a bar and like the bartender spilled a little of his beer, he would just get right up in that bartenders face and say "Hey you spilled my beer!" and then Ryder would refuse to leave a decent tip.

He was just that kind of no-nonsense guy.

Everyone was afraid of him…cause he was such a badass, with his perfect hair and his six-pack abs and his torn jeans and like how he was so tortured because his mom was a crack whore who messed him up and that's why he can only get pleasure when he is slapping around some girl, maybe a simple girl with giant boobs who…oops getting ahead of myself there.

The music in the club was loud and the beat was fresh (do people still say that?) and it was pretty cool, not fist-pumpin cool but pretty close. Ryder moved casually yet noncommittally towards the stage, there was a girl dancing and he wanted to move closer to her and stuff.

Three:

Clarissa was a simple girl from a simple time like if she used that time-travel machine from the first Terminator movie and instead of coming back from the future she came from the past, like from a simple time like 1948 or maybe 1949.

Clarissa was an exotic dancer at Chez Boobalicious and she was kind of bland and plain but she had absolutely earthshakingly-gigantic bazooms.

Her nipples were so big that once on stage she spun around so fast she temporarily blinded a guy in the front row.

But Ryder cold see past all that.

On account he wasn't that guy I just mentioned.

Ryder stared at Clarissa, with a sense of malaise and a touch of whimsy. He smirked knowingly at her as if to say, yes that's right, I am staring at your tremendous breasts.

Ryder continued thinking: Wow, her boobs are like the knobs to a closet that contains my heart.

His really deep thought was interrupted when the waitress came over and gave him his bill. Ryder took out his Waterford pen, it's like a really expensive thing, like maybe more than ten dollars and as he signed his name, he darkly remembered the bartenders earlier gaffe with his beer…

…he only tipped 10%.

Wait, do they sell that at Publix?

Since coming to Miami, I've learned that most people will automatically start speaking to me in Spanish, I can make sense of most things because of the similarities between Italian and Spanish but it's pretty hit or miss.

Me: "Im going to stop and get groceries tomorrow, does anyone want anything"?

May: "Can you get a box of Froot Loops"?

Me: "Is that what they call them here too? I figured they were Los Frootos de Loopos.

May: "What the hell are you talking about"?

Me: "You know…I'm really not sure".

Always read the instructions...

Just got a new chair...

Took about 5 minutes to unpack it…

Took about 5 minutes to put it together…

Going on an hour that I'm trying to figure out the warning labels…

I think this one means don't let a dude sit on your lap, but that 

doesn't seem fair if you like dudes, does it?

I think this one means don't have fun in the chair, you know: 

don't lean back and go "Wheeeee!".

That doesn't seem fair either.

Aint nothing but a number...

Can someone please explain how Lady Gaga at 28 years old can 

look older than Paul McCartney at 72?