I almost went to heaven

My little cousin joey is in town for vacation. Yesterday, I arrived at the house at 4. I take lunch an hour early on Fridays so i was more hungry than usual. Joey said that there was some left over chicken from Babe's. I picked the smallest piece, a wing. You know how chicken wings are, there's only like 23% meat and the rest is bone. so i was still hungry. Joey is my witness, I stood in front of the pantry for like 5 whole minutes trying to make a desicion. I finally decided on a macaroni cup, only to find that the box was empty! grrr. a while back i bought some spam. I know, i know. spam is gross. i know that, but i used to eat it when I was little so i thought i'd give it another try. ok, here's where it gets dangerous. I heated it up on a pan and start talking to joey. I nibbled off a tiny little piece. Right then joey said something funny about chickfila sauce and i took a breath to start laughing. bad idea. that little nibble of spam got stuck in my throat. Joey wasn't looking so i went to the sink to see if i could just clear my throat, after a while, nothing. then panick set in. I managed to get joey's attention. he looked at me and asked, "Are you joking?" i shook my head "no". At this point I start violently trying to get air. In my opinion this is the worst sound in the world. joey stands up and opens his arms and i turn around so that he can perform the heimlech. he then gives me the most gentle, soft hug. I started shaking my head "no", and I pushed his arms away. i push joey towards my dad and tia yaya's door. i remember right when i was leaving the kitchen area, i thought "i'm going to pass out". it had probably been close to a minute that i hadn't had any oxygen. i run over to dad and tia yaya's bedroom and joey gingerly knocks on the door. i start knocking on the door like a crazy woman. don't forget the whole time i'm still gasping for air. gasping isn't even a good word to describe it. i can't explain how hard my body was trying to get some air. i hear my dad and tia waking up and tia yaya says, "WHAT'S WRONG?!" silence. I obviously can't say anthing. I hit joey because he's not saying anything! I think he was just really scared. he says, "cheli's choking" i continue to stand at the door struggling for air and knocking. While i'm waiting for what i felt like was forever for my dad and tia yaya to answer the door i started feeling like i was getting like a tiny tiny bit of air with each attempt at breathing. I keep sucking in as much as possible. I FINALLY started getting some air. i think that because the food was small, i was eventaully able to move it with the force with wich i was trying to breath. by the time my dad and tia yaya finally opened the door (they were taking a nap), i was coughing and managed to squeak a whisper saying, "nevermind! i'm not choking anymore". My dad tells joey, "well if she's talking then she's fine" tia yaya says, "you should have called 911." poor joey didn't say anything.

I can't remember the last time that that I was choking. I just began to think, how would I react if joey was choking? I'm not sure if I would know what to do either. I felt bad for scaring him like that, but we ended up having a great rest of the day.

SPAM is bad for you on so many levels. just say no.

Happy Birthday Aunt Anabel!!!!

My Aunt Anabel's birthday was today. She turned 27*. My Aunt Anabel is very special to us. Here are my top seven reasons why....

Number One: She is has a beautiful smile.
Number Two: In all my life, I have never seen her angry.
Number Three: I always know what she's gonna say when she sees me, "Hey Mija."
Number Four: She is married to Uncle Benjy, 'nuff said.
Number Five: She has three great kids.
Number Six: When she laughs, no sound comes out.
Number Seven: When she laughs for a long time, she cries. - My Favorite

Happy Birthday Aunt Anabel!!! Love you!

Just throw it away!

Today we decided to put away the Christmas decor. Tia Yaya and I were packing stuff into boxes and putting the decorations back in their respective closets. My tia yaya asked me (with a disgusted face), "What do I do with these?" She points to some little figurines and ornaments that my dad recieved from teachers and students. One problem....they were all kinda ugly. Not only that, but my dad and tia yaya don't put up a Christmas tree. These ornaments were just ugly and useless for them. So I said, "Just throw them away." A few minutes later, I turn around to hear Tia Yaya say, "I just can't throw these away." She was holding two ornaments, a nativity scene and a dove. I was perplexed. "Why?" I asked. She explained, "Because, (holds up manger scene) I can't throw away Jesus. (Holds up dove) and the Holy Spirit. I just can't do it."

LOL!!! So she kept them with the rest of the decorations. Oh...and she also keep a little ugly nutcracker ornament. Maybe she thought it was a Roman soldier?