So Proud!

Remember how Alana
studied really, really hard
and took The Basic last week?

Well, her hard work
and the prayers paid off.

SHE PASSED!!

Alana, I'm so proud of all your hard work.
And I'm honored to be you're friend!
Congratulations!!

Ole!

I realize I'm playing catch-up a bit, but honestly, how can you overlook Cinco de Mayo? =)

Born in Southern California, growing up in bilingual classes, and practically living at Lourdes for much of High School... Cinco de Mayo is near&dear to my heart. :)
History lesson of the day: Most people think Cinco de Mayo is Mexican Independence Day. No sir, that's actually in September. Cinco de Mayo marks the victory of Mexico over the French in the Battle of Puebla. A battle they weren't expected to win.

Here I am in third grade
Reciting the story
in Spanish.

El día era el cinco de mayo de un mil ochocientos sesenta y dos. La ciudad de Puebla estaba brillante y orgullosa en el sol de la mañana como el eje ejército mexicano esperaba a luchar.

Unfortunately, I was unable to dress up and recite the whole story in Spanish again. (i know, you're bummed!)
So instead... we went to On the Border!
Gosh, they have the best Southwest Chicken Tacos this side of the border.
Mmmm.

Books. Learning. Memories.

I have plenty of books sitting on my shelf in my office. To be honest, I only use them occasionally, but when I do... it makes me smile.

Today I cracked open my Object-Oriented Software Engineering book to look something up. Sure, I probably could have Googled it just as fast, but I knew it was in my book. And opening up my book brought back a flood of memories. The highlighting, the underlining, and notes in the margins. The post-its. The diagrams. I know I'm sick, but ah! Even the smell of the book took me back to a couple places: Rohr Science. The practically isolated little beach I used to read my book on. My bedroom that I shared with Alana. Ah... memories.

I am obsessed with memories. Creating them. Remembering them. Scrapbooking them. Reliving them. I have such a sharp memory. I can't even imagine what it's like for people with Dementia or Amnesia. Or Alzheimer's. My memory is something I cherish and hold so closely to my heart.

Now back to the book.

I love it. I love books. I love studying. I love learning. Gosh it's ridiculous how much it made my day to simply pull an old book of the shelf. One day, when I have one whole room all to myself, i hope to fill it with a cozy chair, a beautifully jam-packed bookshelf and a side-table covered in fresh flowers, candles and well... the book of the day. Cheers to books. To learning. And to memories.