Wednesday night: Glee night!

Every Wednesday night, after work, Javi darling plays soccer (we call it football!) with his friends. Though soccer is not our National Sport ("pato" is), it should be. Most men -and I'm talking 98% here- love soccer. They play it if they're young enough, and when they're not anymore, they watch it on TV. Like all the time.

I don't really like it, not even during the World Cup, which gets everyone into a frenzy around here. The children are allowed to watch the matches at school, and good luck trying to find a doctor during a match!

Anyway, this post is not really about soccer. 

As I was saying, Javi plays soccer on Wednesdays, and comes back at around 11 at night, so that means that after I put Geno to sleep, I get Wednesdays off. And since Glee airs in America on Tuesdays, it means I can watch it online the nex day. That makes Wednesday Nights GLEE NIGHTS!

I can't say I've never loved a show this much, because Dawson's Creek or Friends would turn in their graves, but man, I just can't get enough of Glee! Now I have the music and it's all I've been listening to for the last month!

There's just something about it that has me completely hungry for more. It's probably the fact that I was such a loser during high school, a Mercedes without the talent. This is my own personal revenge, even if it doesn't make any sense. I love every single character in the show -well, not Terri Schuester, of course- and I hope they all get what they want. I'm so thankful for a show that portraits the winning side of the losers!

I love you Glee, you're my Wednesday date with myself, and I can't think of a better way to end this day!

PS: As I write this, 'Songbird', the song Santana sings to Brittany, is playing. My heart breaks every single time. Such a beautiful song I wouldn't even know if it wasn't for Glee!

I'm going to New York!

Well, actually, no. Not yet, anyways. I'm going to go one day, probably 2 years from now, but this past week, it has shifted from a dream to a plan. Why can't I pack my bags and go right now? 4  main reasons:
1. Baby's too little. He's 8 months now, and I wouldn't like to leave him until he's at least 2 and a half.
2. I haven't got a passport, or a visa, or the faintest idea of how to get either.
3. 1 american dollar = 4.12 argentine pesos. Today. And the difference keeps growing. So, I must get some serious saving going on. I plan to get married in 2012, possibly, maybe, perhaps, so I got several things I must save for!
4. I still don't know if I dare to go alone. I say I do, but... do I, really? I'm always so shy around strangers, SPECIALLY when those strangers don't speak Spanish! But this trip is my life's dream, so I don't want to just go with the first person that comes up with the money/will to go. It must be someone extra special that I know I'll enjoy being with all the time (like either one of my sisters), or alone. Maybe going alone will force me to deal with strangers and actually speak some English, which is also kinda the point of going. I'm definitely NOT going with Javi. He doesn't speak the language, he doesn't particularily dream of going to NY. All he cares about is soccer, and I don't think he'll find much of that. In exchange, he'll go to the Soccer World Cup in Brazil, in 2014. It's closer, probably cheaper, and most importantly, it's what will make him happiest!

I know I'm quite far away from actually doing, but hey, this is a start: I'm going to New York. You hear me, Universe? You better start conspiring, because I want it with all my heart.

Getting to know me... Getting to know all about me...

I always kinda dreamed of having a child while relatively 'young', that is, before I turned 50 or something, but I also always kinda thought that just wasn't in the cards for me.
After a very, very bad first relationship -which came quite late in my life, at age 19-, I met Javier, love of my life, father of all my imaginary children, you know how that goes. We were never meant to fall in love or anything, but a friend we had in common accidentally invited both of us to the same bar, we liked each other, and BAM! we had a beautiful baby boy.
Well, actually, although there was some BAM! somewhere, things weren't that fast. We moved together a year into the relationship, and after 2 years of living together, Genaro was born. Genaro is an italian name, that goes well with his last name, but is quite unusual in our country. Actually, he's the first Genaro I know, other than my great, great, great grandfather, but that doesn't even count because I never really knew him, right?

Anyways, I meant this to be a short introduction to my small family, but I guess I failed. Great start, Ana!
What I really wanted to share with you, Universe, is that while every Mother in America was celebrating her day on Sunday, here in Argentina we were celebrating Grandchildren's Day! 'What?' you ask, I'm sure. 'I've no idea' would be the most accurate answer. Grandchildren's Day. Go figure. Or go ask random toy manufacterers, I bet they are the ones behind this...
So, no presents for poor old me on Sunday, but Baby G got a set of rubber fish for bath time.  Wanna see? Yeah, I knew you did...

Too cute for you? Don't worry, Universe, I'll give you 24 hours to recompose yourself and come back for more...

So, if you're thinking of making toys, or already are, who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters! No, sorry, I meant, Grandparents!

Hello Universe, I'm Ana. Person since 1984, mother since 2010. Still learning about being both, though.
I live here

 but I should live here

Just a couple thousand miles from where I wanna be. Story of my life.
I'm a second grade English teacher, and that here means that I basically get to teach the colours and the numbers over, and over, and over again. Maybe that's why I've finally decided to try writing in English, so that it won't get so rusty.
I don't know. I don't expect too much, though. I'm so self-conscious of my lame English. You know those people who dare to speak foreign languages and couldn't care less about making mistakes, as long as they're getting their message across? Yeah, that's not me. But whatever, you know, I'm already doing this, apparently.

I read so many blogs in English, and I hate it when I keep myself from commenting something because I just don't see the point, you know? What if someone actually liked something I wrote? What if they visit my profile? What if they actually go to my blog? Yeah, it's in Spanish, about as interesting for you as it would be for me to find a blog in Russian...
So maybe, MAYBE, I can have you over here. But, first, I have to get someone to find something I said even remotely interesting... Let's go.