Holiday AHOY!

Okay, first before I get on with my story I have to post this. I don't know how they mixed up this girl with Siobhan but they have. Everything is gay around here. And unfair. And lame. I always have to borrow money from Oscar. And Pete is totally always hassling me. I think Siobhan might feel this way also.

After I posted the video yesterday I was asked what the song was saying. I possess a very small grasp on the Spanish language. My grandparents spoke Spanish, it seems, to everybody but us. I know a lot of phrases and can understand more than I can speak. There were a lot of instances where my Grandmother would be telling me a story and she couldn't convey in English the thought or feeling. Sometimes the words just don't match up. There was also a great deal of hand gestures that were involved in punctuating her point. Oddly enough, my grandmother on my fathers side was a high school Spanish teacher. So, I chose Spanish as my language in high school. My teacher was older and drank a great deal. She mostly spent the hour chatting up the football players and telling me how my parents always kissed in the hallways when they were students there. So, I didn't learn a lot and when I went to college to get some knowledge I retook Spanish. I loved the first year, it was cake and I got an A and was excited to move on. This is where it went wrong. First, this teacher was on some serious, anti-anxiety medication, a fact made known when she took it during class while she cried. The work was a little harder and I asked my grandmother for some help. She said it would not be wise, native speakers have a different style of speaking, but I insisted and that was a mistake. Nothing translated correctly and the teacher made so much fun of my attempts that I dropped the class after a feud involving the word helado. At least I knew all the swears correctly to mutter under my breath. I can attribute that to my grandfather, although my grandmother wasn't shy in that area either. My grandpa was a very serious drinker, but he was sometimes really fun. What I really loved, even though at the time it drove my grandma mad, was when he would just play his guitar and sing in his room. He sang mariachi and I thought he was good. He could sing and dance really well, in my mind. I tried to find my newspaper clipping of him with his brothers in their mariachi costumes but I could only find the following one. The paper says they were rehearsing for "Holiday AHOY!" a talent show where they would be impersonating stage and screen personalities. This is in 1955. I know the pictures not great, but my grandpa is second from the left.

So, that's what I have for today. I am determined to post something every day this week. We may have to leave the house though to come up with something good. Maybe tomorrow I can tell you about my favorite grocery store clerk. Or we can talk about this. That's a good one. I have to say, sometimes I see what time my sisters in law have posted or commented and I wonder if it's lack of sleep that makes us all so eager to read each others blogs. I LOVE theirs but sometimes feel that there is no way anybody but myself finds the stuff I post entertaining. Too bad we don't all live closer. I would love to put on an updated version of Holidays AHOY!