Saturday, July 28, 2007

New view of ABC's, 123's, and other shiznit


Most of us recite the alphabet in song. Sing please: a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, l-m-n-o-p.

I never thought much pronouncing each letter until this summer. My experience teaching ESL has been rewarding in more ways to count--but the first reward is appreciating the nuances of pronunciation.

When you hear an individual letter--"d"--you see the pronunciation as D-E-E.

The alphabet goes on and on.

D-E-E
E-E-E
F-F-H
G-E-E
H-C-H
E-Y-E
J-A-A

Not to mention what is elementary simple to you and me--1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

But for me to recite numbers in Espanol--uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, siete, ocho, nueve, diez--I have one problem. Unless I am using my fingers to remember my numbers, I forget six--seises--just like my Ana has trouble with eight and ten.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eighty, nine, eleven."

"No Ana, say it rapido--one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, EIGHT, nine, TEN."

She repeats over and over until she masters numbers without flaws.

We left the alphabet and numbers for clothing.

Pants, trousers, and blue jeans...raincoats, overalls, and sweat pants...boxers and briefs...bikinis and swim trunks....bras, panties, and thongs...

Only Jesus Maria had a little trouble with shirt.

Native Spanish speakers either roll their r's (making the English word sound like a Spanish word) or usually leave the "r" all together (for fear of rolling their r's, a no-no in English).

"What is this?"

"Camisa"

"Si, en Espanol. Camisa. En Ingles. SH-IR-T."

"Shit."

"No, no, no. Shirt."

"Shit."

"No, no, no. Mierde--en Espanol--is shit in English. Shirt is shirt... with an IRRR in the middle. This is a shirrrt, shirrrrt."

"Shit. Shit."

"No, shirrrrrrt. Shirrrrrrt."

"Shit."

I'll leave it with that. Shit.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Biscuit Love

I admit, I was the teary one at the airport yesterday.

Sending Biscuit home was tough--a great compliment to her parents. She is one saucy Biscuit--always with an opinion, making good decisions, soaking up every word her sisters say.

I should start a blog called "Out of the Mouth of the Biscuit."

While swimming, she said, "Aunt Laura, you can still pull off cleavage."

At dinner, the waiter asked if she was celebrating a birthday also. The Biscuit replied, "I am celebrating second birthday," gently giving her big sister the spotlight.

Sitting on my lap in the airport, she reflected on her two weeks in Houston. "I'm really going to miss my sisters. I have gotten attached to them this vacation."

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

21st Birthday



Last night, we celebrated at The Oceanaire, our new favorite restaurant!!! The lobster risotto was to die for...not to mention the salmon and lobster. Delana had a wonderful time--drinking a shot with her mommy and opening presents.

Ahhhh. The child is legal. Good-bye, Emily Cooper Edwards from Des Moines, Iowa. RIP.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Sisters



Sisters. They have a common language, a common voice, a common solidarity when it comes to arguing with the 'rents. The oldest leads, the second follows, the third--a shadow, always by their side.

Sisters. Beautiful love and devotion. Sharing clothes, figuring out problems, text messaging.

Sisters. What a wonderful vacation, watching them in action.

Monday, July 9, 2007

Pig in a Bag



Little Pig. Found, once again, hiding in a grocery sack...

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Lilly and the Bug



Dear Stockton,

Happy 4th of July! I am having a great time watching the man of the house make bbq ribs. It's funny--all three kitties are in the kitchen watching him, too. I think everyone must be hungry this rainy holiday morning. There is a shortage of cat food at the hotel Za Za. SSShhh. Don't tell anyone I have been stealing little nips and bits throughout the day...

Yesterday, I had an encounter with a huge bug. I was outside in the backyard, near that huge bathtub. I started stalking a water bug. Now the lady of the hotel says that the bug is really a roach. But I figure we were near the water, so I'll call it a water bug. I think water bug is more PC than roach, anyway. (that comment is for your bro...I hope he is lol).

I was stalking the water bug and all of a sudden, it jumped at me. I jumped a mile high and ran..that bug scared me so bad. Then I realized that I am 5,000 times bigger than the bug...I guess I am just a scaredy cat...



I also checked out the bathtub at the hotel Za Za. You see, my favorite white plastic ball rolled into the water. I hesitated, but then stepped in. I had to retreive my ball! Suddenly, I walked to far and went under. Whew. I gulped down some water, but managed to find the step again. Alas, I was on firm ground yet all wet. It was fun! Now, each time when I go outside, I look at that step and am tempted to jump right in...Maybe you can go swimming with me when you're back home???

Speaking of home, you have been gone a long time. I am ready for you to come home. The lady at the hotel says she is going to give me a bath Saturday morning. I'll be smelling sweet when I get back to my Alabama house. I just can't wait!!! Hurry home. Hurry home!

Send everyone a hello and HAPPY 4th of JULY!

Miss Lilly