All over the place

Hola con hola son dos holas. At least that's what my daddy says.

I visit your blogs almost daily. Though sometimes I don't comment because I have to click too many times and then type the word verification chingadera correctly and it can sometimes drive me to Xanax.

Remember a while back I told you about this pain that makes being in labor seem like a walk in the park? Well it's my gallbladder. Do you also remember me telling you that I had a CT scan and it wasn't my gallbladder but was diagnosed with acid reflux? It's my gallbladder. Did I mention that in a year they switched my acid reflux medication 3 times because nothing worked? It didn't work because it was my gosh darn gall bladder. Is gall bladder one word or two? It started out as one word and turned into two in the course of one paragraph. Anyway a month or more ago I had this pain that made me sweat and cry and lay on the tile floor to find relief. Oh I also vomited a few times in between rocking back and forth in the corner like rain man. My husband massaged my back so hard that I was sore for a minute. Finally after another ultrasound a year later they found that my gallbladder (back to one word) was inflamed and that I have a stone. Because I have frequent make you want to stub your toe on your bed chingaderas pain and I have a stone, they suggested surgery. So hasta la vista gallbladder. It's getting removed on June 4th. An early birthday present to myself. Although I did hear me some chorro horror stories. Please pray that I come out alive and chorro-less.

Diego wakes up saying mami and goes to sleep saying mami. He says "Oh yeah", mas, teta, leche, gabba gabba. Which by the way hasn't been on this week. Damn you Nick Jr. Bring that show back. Diego loves it. It taught him to shake his rump shaker. A lot of folks don't like it but I did and so did Diego. Diego says "No" a lot. Not to anything in particular. He basically talks to himself and then says no. So only he knows what he's protesting to. He loves to stick his hand in a drawer where I have a lot of kitchen tools. Don't worry CPS it's only the spatulas not the knives. He brings out whisks, spatulas, measuring cups. He doesn't play with them. He takes them out of the drawer goes to find me and then hands them to me. He sings "La Bamba" and "Cielito Lindo". Bababa ba is La Bamba and Ay ay ay ay is Cielito Lindo. He loves to dance. He says abuelito. He calls everyone Mami. He says "Moo" when he sees any animal. He's growing faster than fast.

I saw this movie last night and I'll recommend it to you. El Orfanato or The Orphanage. Fantastic movie. A little creepy with a crazy ass twist that left me bawling like the big effing baby that I am. Seriously. No joke. Alfonso had to console me.

My mom's in Mexico again. Guess who's watching Diego? Guess again? My dad. What?! Yep. I am more than grateful for him doing this for me. Never in a million years did I think he'd be changing his chato's diapers but he does. I love you Papi. Mil gracias. It has touched my heart in an indescribable way.

So I'm not sure if you remember but a minute ago I posted about the Ped-egg or Pedi-egg. Some kind of huevo. Anyway, I'm not sure if you remember my friend the jokester posting about how nasty she thinks it is. I still love it and I've heard so many other testimonials (because we're going to make a new infomercial for it) of people who do. So ped huevo call me because I'm endorsing it.

Work? is work. Gosh. I need to be Angelina Jolie. Who can hook that up for me?