I apologize for my tardiness today. I was all set to write about my trip to the grocery store today - there was yet another comment about my eyes - but when I turned on the computer I got sidetracked. That was three hours ago.
My early teenage years are making a comeback.
Step by step, I forced myself away from YouTube so I could post on my blog. I'd almost pull away, but it was as if the videos were calling for me to please don't go. It was tough, but the shopping story was still hangin' around in my head, determined to be set free.
The more I thought about it, another story of me at the store just wasn't exciting enough, even though the cab driver was more than shocked when I told him where I live. It's not the best neighborhood and our little stretch of street is known as Calle de Churro, literally, Churro Street. Churro, as in that cinnamon & sugar doughy treat I always bought at White Sox games. I'm not sure how our street became known by that name, but the cab driver knew it and rambled on and on the entire drive home about how bad the neighborhood is and he'd never live there. HE owns a house outside the city with lots of property.
As we approached my building he waved out his window and called, "Sobrino." His nephew works in a store a few doors down. Then he tells me his aunt lives across the street from us and he honked and waved at her, too. I guess I understand why he hates it - he finally got out of Vicente Guerrero and I dragged him back in.
If you haven't caught on by now, please direct your attention here: this is your final warning. There are countless videos on YouTube here, here, here, and here, so that's where I'll be till something writing related comes to mind.
Hopefully I won't get in trouble with the blog police. ;)