Thursday, September 15, 2011

Hopes and Dreams

I recently turned 33 and as I looked through my documents while cleaning my computer, I found this list that I still find important on how I live my life.  It is as true now as when I first wrote it. 

Hopes and Dreams


I know that I might never reach all my goals and dreams as I hope I will, but I hope that I have the courage to enjoy working towards them.

I hope that I have the strength to get up and keep walking after every time I fall, which I know will happen.

I hope that I have the strength and patience to forgive and keep believing in people even when those I trust and love let me down and hurt me.

I hope I don't become so proud that I can't say I am sorry and admit when something is my fault, or when I am wrong.

I hope I have the courage to ask the questions I should and the strength to hear the answers I might not want to hear.

I hope I never lose the wonder of learning and the joy of fun, ice cream, cartoons, being in love and being loved.

And above all, when I die and God asks me what was the thing that I liked the most about my life, I hope that I can honestly still say  "LIVING"

--Rosa Sanchez

Sunday, August 7, 2011

World War Z and surviving a Zombie attack

Well, my brother lend me the book World War Z by Max Brook.  He thought I would enjoy it since I love reading Laurel K. Hamilton books. Now, I am not necesarily a fan of the zombie type stories and for the most part avoid books or movies (ahem... Resident Evil series, Night of the living dead) that use this theme. I have seen a lot of the movies, but then again my mom is a fan of the horror genre of movies and I wasn't about to say no to her if she wanted me to see them with her, but that is another story.

Anyway, my brother doesn't read as much as I do and he is much more selective about the type of books he reads.  He was right, I really liked the book. Although the story was very sad specially since it is told as fictional oral account of the war against the zombies.  The survivors that willingly tell their stories and experiences during the war is done very matter of fact and at times with a lot of emotion.  The author manages to cover stories from all different aspects of the War. He interviews people in countries all over the world. They are doctors, military men and women, politicians, religious leaders and regular people who managed to survive in different ways.


I must admit that there are times when I was so involved in the story that I wanted to punch the leaders of some of the countries for their egotistical stupidity and some others I hope we have in real life specially if a situation like that ever arose.

It is a fun read and it made me think if i could survive a Zombie attack... I am not sure I would. Would you survive?

Friday, July 1, 2011

mmmm... chicharrones preparados














Ayer precisamente, una amiga me hizo un comentario hacerca de comer  los chicharrones preparados. Y me recordó la conversación que tuvimos hacerca de la manera appropiada de prepararlos. Para comenzar, veamos los ingredientes:
Chicharrón plano (como de 12x20 cm)
Jitomate
Aguacate
Cueritos cortados
Rebanadas de Col ( las suficientes para cubrir el chicharrón)
Crema
Limón, salsa valentina y sal al gusto
 Ahora, la preparación es simple. Se unta la crema en el chicharrón, se cubre con la col picada,. Se le ponen encima los cueritos rebanados. Se le pone el jitomate (algunas personas lo prefieren en rodajas y otros en cuadros) y el aguacate. Para finalizar se le pone limon, salsa valentina y sal al gusto.  Ahora, mi amiga me comento que ella habia comido unos chicharrones preparados a los cuales tambien se les ponia queso rallado.  Yo personalmente nunca los he comido asi pero seria interesante probarlos.

La verdad es que comer chicharrones preparados me trae muchos recuerdos.  Habia una señora que los vendia fuera de la secundaria y con frecuencia comprabamos uno entre mis amigas y yo para comerlo en el camino a la parada de autobuses para regresar a casa.  No era del siempre pero cuando si podiamos sabian deliciosos.


¿Y a ti como te gusta preparar los chicharroness?

Friday, December 10, 2010

Un encuentro con Gabriel Garcia Marquez...

A decir verdad aunque soy avida lectora y me han recomendado con frecuencia los libros de Gabriel García Márquez, no ha sido hasta ésta semana que leí una de sus pequeñas novelas.  Aunque es mas reconocido por su novela "100 años de soledad" debo admitir que no me causa mucha curiosidad el leerlo. Tal vez es por que lo intente leer cuando estaba en la preparatoria y me aburrieron sus primeras páginas.

Recientemente al hablar con algunos de mis amigos acerca de libros que les habían agradado mucho, varios me nombraron novelas escritas por Gabriel García Márquez, entre ellas una pequeñ novela llamada "Memoria de mis putas tristes" publicada en el año 2004.

En realidad no sabia que esperar de la novela, pero lo que encontré entre sus páginas fue una historia tierna y llena de esperanza. 

El profesor Mustio Collado esta a punto de cumplir 90 años. Solterón, feo y de bajos recursos, es un hombre que nunca ha sabido lo que es amar a álguien.  Él nunca ha tenido sexo sin haber pagado por el, ya que le hace sentirse mejor el no deberle nada a nadie.  Según sus cuidadosas notas ha compartido la cama de mas de 500 mujeres a lo largo de sus 90 años. Al sentir la edad y la muerte mas cercana decide darse un último regalo, el estar con una mujer virgen.

Como lector,  al principio se siento algo de desprecio por este personaje que recurre a las mujeres que se dedican a vender su cuerpo para saciar su necesidades sexuales. Y es aún mas deplorable que acepte que la muchacha  virgen es en realidad una niña de 14 años, pobre y de bajos recursos que aunque trabaja dos turnos diarios en una fabrica de botones, no le alcanza para poder mantener a su famila. En realidad no pude evitar compadecerme y sentir un poco de lastima por este hombre que nos describe su nerviosismo al arreglarse para el encuentro, como cuando joven en su primera cita de amor. Oir sus pensamientos, sus dudas, y sobre todo el placer que le da el ver a la muchacha desnuda en la cama, durmiendo, perdida de cansancio.  La veneración que siente por esa muchacha, a la que llama Delgadina, y el deseo de no ensuciarle con el deseo carnal. Él mismo nos cuenta del amor apasionado que siente por esta muchacha con la cual pasa las noches, acompañandola en sueño pero sin saciar ese deseo por el cual  él habia comenzado todo. 

Se puede disfrutar de su nueva alegría por la vida y las nuevas cosas que aprende aún a pesar de su edad, solo por que ha encontrado alguien por quien vivir y por quien disfrutar los años que le restan de vida.

Ojalá y todos pudieramos mantener esa alegría por la vida. Y que no dejaramos que las preocupaciones, el trabajo y demas temores y ansiedades nos arrebaten las ánsias de vivir y de disfrutar de las cosas que hay en la vida.  Que no tengamos miedo de amar y de entregar nuestro corazón y nuestra alma a álguien aunque nos arriesguemos a que no lo cuiden y lo rompan. Pero esas horas de amor y de felicidad, ni un corazón roto las puede borrar.  Amar a alguien y ser amado es un regalo que pocos sabemos apreciar. Pero que definitivamente vale la pena vivirlo.

Despue de esta novela es probable que intente continuar y terminar de leer "100 años de soledad." Espero que tenga mas sentido leerla ahora que cuendo estaba en la preparatoria.  Veremos que pasa.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Making Decisions: right or wrong is not the end of the world


December is practically here.  Wow, time does seem to fly. As the end of the year gets closer and closer, I can't help but think about the years that have gone past.

I can honestly say that my life is not what I imagined.  The different choices that I've made have led me to a different path than I had dreamed off.

I don't think that I was ever sure of what I wanted.  I didn't have a set dream to realize and the future always seemed so far away and mysterious.  Having everyone tell me that I was capable of doing anything I wanted was not very helpful. I know they meant well, but where to start when  I didn't even know what I wanted? I didn't know what I liked or disliked.

Did I want to be a doctor? a lawyer? a teacher? Did I want to get married? So many questions, very few answers.  Since it was hard to makeup my mind, I just did what they told me to do. Go to school get a degree, get a job and make some money. But no one told me that I had to like what I did.  Working was not something that you had to like it was just something that you tolerated to put bread on the table.  I must admit that I did not finish college and I guess that might seem to a lot of people a such a "waste". But as I continue to walk through life I realized that the paper did not define who i am.  It would have opened a lot of doors but I think I've done pretty good without one.

Some of my friends have their degree and they work on the area they studied in college, but many others are working in areas completely different to what they studied.  Some people might see that as a "waste" but I think that it is a part of growing up and being alive.

Growing up means changing and adapting to the circumstances that life gives you. We are entitled to change our mind as many times as we want in order to achieve happiness.  As Theodore Roosevelt ( US President 1858-1919) once said "Do what you can, with what you have, where you are."  Given the circumstances could you possible make a different choice?

If you give your best at everything that you do, then there is no need to feel like a failure. No one can ask more of you than your best. I guess what I am trying to say is that if you enjoy what you are doing, why should you have to change just because other people tell you that it is not right.  If you go to school and get a degree as a doctor, as you do your job you realize that it is too hard to see other people suffering and it affects you on a personal level, then no one should tell that it is wrong to change careers.  If you are an art history major and you decide that you want to become a lawyer because you want to have the means to defend someone that needs it, then who is to say that it's wrong?

Even if you decide that school is not for you, then no one should judge you for that choice.  You make the best decision, with the information you have under the circumstances. No one can do more than that.

If the results are different than what you expected, well take it in stride, learn from it and move on.

 It really isn't the end of the world.