One of my favorite places to eat is a restaurant named Jose Tejas near me. I tell everyone I can about it. I tried telling my Spanish teacher about it, in Spanish of course, and he kept asking “uno y nueve”? and it took me a very long time for me to realize he was saying 1 & 9, the highway that it’s on. The entire time of me squinting and trying to figure out what he was saying, I could see the disappointment in his eyes cause it was looking like his student couldn’t recognize numbers after 4 years of Spanish.
You know what I miss about summer? Besides decent amounts of sleep, time to spend with friends, warm sunshine on my face, flowy dresses, and the tan that I hated while I had but I now miss and mangoes? (I mean, what else is there to miss?)
I recently traveled to the Dominican Republic where I ate a lot of mango, absorbed a lot of seawater, got a lot of mosquito bites, and failed at trying to trick people into thinking that I spoke Spanish. One minute I’m asking this kid if he wants help making his toast, the next minute, I’m talking to his mom and the only thing I hear her say is “Soy….” then it’s just gibberish to me. Then I laugh along with her, I think she tells me to have a nice day (I hope), so I tell her likewise.
I have an issue with granola. I just keep eating it. And then before I know it, I’ve finished the box and I’ve gotten two times more than my “recommended servings of whole grain” in one sitting.
The solution? Only making one serving at a time. I can’t eat what’s not there.
Granola bars are the popular kids in the lunchroom that everyone wants to sit with. (Oatmeal squares? Yeah right granola-bar wannabe). Or in a more relatable metaphor, they are the high schoolers that get 9 hours of sleep a night. Let me welcome myself to Junior year. I’m going to teach my kids to value nap time. It’s never too early to start a life lesson.