Monday, December 2, 2013

Our Turkey Day

Even though Thanksgiving was on Thursday we didn't have our little dinner until Friday.

The only thing dad did (besides foot the bill) was cut the turkey meat for us!

And even though I made everyone think that I was going to take lots of pictures ... I didn't.
I really wanted to invite people over but NOOOO.
So it was just us three. Kind of sad. I think we were all about to cry at the table reminiscing the old days when all us kids lived at home.

If you study the beautiful food on my plate you shall see (in the upper right corner) that I actually added some stuffing on there. I still didn't really care for it though. But if I continue to eat it every year surely eventually I will end up liking it.

I was in charge of making the desserts. 
This is the chocolate four layer pie! It was sooo yummy!

Ooh la la!


Our day was pretty low-key. Nothing exciting happened. 
Afterwards I convinced my dad to drive around Toluca to look at houses for rent. And I discovered that almost every where looks like the ghetto. Of course, my dad and I finally decided that out neighborhood looks ghetto too but that we never notice because we always see it. 

We went up on these hills (because I said I wanted to live there) and on the way down the road was so steep (it was way steeper looking in person) that I got butterflies in my stomach! I felt like I was on a roller-coaster at Six Flags. 
And for some reason this church looked like heaven stopping by for a quick visit when I saw it (I mean, it looked beautiful) but once I took a picture and studied it for a while it just began to look like any other Catholic church around here! 

Anyhow, Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. And since I believe we should actually give thanks everyday versus once a year ... I mostly love the holiday because of the food! Hey, I might as well be honest, right?! 

So now I will leave you all with one last breath-taking photo.
Lupita, me, and Gaby! 
Lupita is my encourager, my strong friend. And Gaby (even though she is really young) is my happy friend who always makes me laugh (and plus, there is something so refreshing about a young girl who loves God so much)! And I am thankful for them (emphasis on the thankful for all you folks who want me to list the things for which I am thankful)! 

Happy Late Thanksgiving Everyone!
Let's be thankful that the Pilgrims and Indians had food together that one time ... a long time ago. 


P.S. Mom, I called it "Our Turkey Day" just for you (I know how much you hate that)!

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Thanksgiving Tag

My sister requested that I do this Thanksgiving tag and so I said, what the hey, why not?

Here are the questions:

1. What is your favorite Thanksgiving side dish?  I would have to say that it is Mashed Potatoes (it would have to be since that is my favorite food)!

2 What is your favorite Thanksgiving dessert? Pumpkin Pie, of course. 

3. Do you eat just turkey, just side dishes or both together? I eat everything together on a the BIGGEST plate that I can find. I mean, that is what Thanksgiving is all about ... stuffing your face until you are literally ready to barf!

4. What does your ideal Thanksgiving outfit look like? Hmm. I'll be happy with anything I throw on as long as I can wear a scarf and one of my pairs of lovely boots. Yeah, just let me have my boots and I'll be happy! :D

5. What is your best Thanksgiving memory? Well, I moved to Mexico when I was young. Here they do not celebrate this holiday (I would hope that every American would already know this. Unfortunately they do not and I get asked quite frequently whether it's a Mexican holiday.). Since the holiday is not celebrated here we never celebrated it either. It's only due to my constant whining about how much I LOVE Thanksgiving that we even celebrate it now. 

6. How many words can you spell our of the word "Gobble"? Gob (obviously). Oble. Bob. Lob. Leg. Blo. Ble. Bel. Leb. Go. Lo. Geo. Leo. ... 

7. Least favorite Thanksgiving food? That outrageous yellowish-green, mushy, celery-filled, sage-seasoned, cornbread wannabe called 'stuffing' or 'dressing'. I absolutely, positively cannot stand the stuff. And don't try to tell me that I just haven't tried yours. My mother is the BEST cook. And besides, I have tried the dish made by several other people and it still was disgusting (no offense to anyone who I previously told that their stuffing was delicious)! He. He. He. :D

8. Strange/Quirky Thanksgiving traditions? Like I mentioned before, I haven't celebrated that many Thanksgivings' in my life. Therefore, obviously, there are no traditions at all. 

9. Where do you and your family celebrate Thanksgiving?  
In our house. Three people. My dad, my mom, and me.

10.What are you most thankful for this year? 
This year ... I suppose LIFE. Ha. Ha. For being pain-free after having surgery (that has definitely been a plus). I'm also thankful for my cat, Templeton. He is an evil monster who makes me bleed by biting me, but he can be very sweet too and just makes ole mommy wanna cry those happy, proud mama tears! :P  
Obviously I am thankful for all of the little things in life that we always overlook. For example, go outside in that brisk fall wind and let it soak into your skin without resisting. Don't think about how cold it is, just breathe in the chilly air. The leaves have all fallen down into a soggy mass on the ground. The grass is drying out. Everything is preparing for winter, creating the most beautiful autumn smells. Okay, I don't know if anyone else has ever experienced that glorious tingling sensation just from being outside in this season (maybe I am just weird), but that is what I am trying to describe. Those are some of the many small things in life that we take for granted. Our ability to see, smell, taste, hear, and most of all our ability to feel emotions. 

And that, my dear people, is the end.

P.S. Happy Turkey Day to everyone!

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

I've Got The Sunday School Blues ...

Hello, all!

I just want to fill up some space on my blog until I am able to post about Thanksgiving!
Have I ever mentioned how much I love that holiday?! 

The title is misleading. I am not really going to rant or anything.
I just wanted to show you all the four pictures we took in Sunday School!

I made up a little detective skit to teach a story from the Bible.
Me being the dorky detective! 
The kids had a good laugh from my big eye!

Afterwards we made some little figures out of some stuff that is similar to play-doh except that you have to soften it yourself (which takes forever).
Some of my kids.

David made the poor widow who gave all her money (that was what I taught about).

Gerardo made the rich man. 

I think they were the only two who actually learned anything! 

Anyway, that is all of the pictures!

Friday, November 15, 2013


So guess what else I am doing?!

I had been getting a lot of requests from a lot of the younger girls at church to teach them to play the keyboard. So I decided that since I have nothing better to do that I would do it. Besides, once I leave who is going to fill in for the musicians who are sometimes not available?! 
(Like when my mother fractures her finger and cannot play. True story.)

Can I brag on myself for a little while? It's been a while since I have written a full out conceited piece about myself.
My parents seem determined to boot me out of their house in the near future. So I decided to tally up all of the things that I help out with in our church.

I sing.

I play the keyboard.
(This is such an old picture because no one ever takes new pictures of me!)

And I also fill in on the drums when I am needed.
(Of course, this is just a picture of me playing my brother's drums).

PLUS, when my dad wants someone to play the rhythm on the guitar so he can play his lead part ... who does he call? 
ME, of course!

You can just call me a Jack-of-all-Trades but just in a musical sense! 
Now I am not claiming to be a pro or anything, I'm really not even that good at any of those things, but at least I do them. At least I help out. And that is the point!

So my point (#2) was that when I leave what are they going to do without me?

All of this bragging leads me to the point (#3) of this post. And that is that I decided to teach keyboard lessons to the girls so that when I leave they can be the fill-ins when needed.

I started out with about four students. But today when I went to teach only two of them showed up.
Gaby is learning really quickly!

And Dalia seems to have a natural talent, as well.

I think both of these girls could really become our next generation of keyboard players if they just stick with it! If they actually learn I am going to feel so proud!

Anyway, thanks for reading my blog even when I get a big head and write about myself. 
Sometimes I just cannot help it. I feel like I am taken for granted. (Hehehe.)


Monday, November 11, 2013

Guess Who's Teaching Again?!

Guess who got there Sunday School class back?!
Yep, that's right! 

It's been about a little over a year that I was booted out (okay, more like my dad gave my class away while I was in California). But by popular demand I am back! 

Now it's a little bit more difficult though because I have ages 9 - 12. Goodness, they can be hard to entertain. But I am hoping that I will get my touch back soon.
I enjoy teaching. 

The most attentive boy in Sunday School. I do believe he just might grow up to be a preacher. 


Dalia (one of my favorites ... shh).

David (another David).

Anyway, just thought I'd share the good news.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

A Church I Saw In Queretaro

There's a newer "saint" that has been growing in popularity in Mexico. 
Now it is not an official saint sanctioned by the Roman Catholic church, but that hasn't stopped it from gaining popularity amongst the Catholics anyways (especially the ones who are involved with the drug cartels).

The name of this saint is: Santa Muerte.
Or in English, Saint Death (or Holy Death, depending on how you want to translate it).

As we were driving home from the U.S. border a month ago my dad spotted this church:
Sanctuary of Saint Death (or Holy Death). 
If you look on the right side of the building you can see a painting of the saint. It looks like the grim reaper.

I am not really sure what this so-called saint is all about. I don't know whether they think it will protect them from death or what, but I have one question. Who in their right mind would want to worship a "saint" called death???

Okay, I just wanted you all to see this picture! 


Monday, November 4, 2013

Camotes, Calabazas, Higos, Tejocotes!

I said that I would come up with something to blog about soon ... and so I did!

This past week I got "hired" to go work with one of the sisters from church. I was a bit surprised that she wanted me to help her. I mean, let's be for real, the people around here seem to think that Americans are very lazy. Apparently we do not know how to work and our money DOES grow on trees.

Anyway, I said that I would go. And another surprise was that my dad actually let me go. I thought he would say "no" since he was the one who would have to drive me all the way across the city every morning.

So for four days I got to wake up at 3:30 a.m. to go work for fourteen hours everyday here:
La Central. It's a BIG market.

This is what we were selling.
Camotes (sweet potatoes), calabazas (pumpkin), higos (figs), and tejocotes (which I have no idea what those were, only that they tasted similar to peaches). 

I learned the prices and how to weigh them on the scales and before I knew it I was able to stand there and sell all by myself with no help. I felt so proud. I mean, for a girl who's never had a "real" job it was good to know that I'm not as incompetent as I feel.

Carlos, my fellow camote seller. We worked together one day and I think him and I combined made a great team. We sold more together than his mother and I did any other day. I told him, "It must be our good looks!" LOL!

Sis. Susana selling some figs! If you have never tried candied figs ... YOU MUST!
I fell in love with them! I even bought half a kilo of the things. What a shame that I only have two left though. 

We were working right next to a taco shop (that some people from our church own).
I was sitting right next to this smelly meat the whole time. Whew! Really makes your clothes stink!

And look who was working at the taco shop!
Abner from Puebla! 
(I was like, "Can I take your picture to put on my blog?" ... I mean, he's famous, right?! Hahaha!)

Here's a few pictures of what I was staring at all day while working.

NASTY CHICKEN! This is exactly why I don't eat the stuff! I personally don't think it's as fresh as they claim that it is. And I witnessed them dropping the chickens on the ground while transporting them and then just picking them up and selling them. Now I understand WHY my mother washes her meat before cooking it!

Oh, this is just normal ...
A stack of birdcages with birds in them sitting right next to a vat of meat!
He. He. He. (I LOVE Mexico!)

And the picture that you have all been waiting for ...
Of course, by the time I thought to get a picture of myself there were no more customers and so I just had to pose. So no, I wasn't really just standing around the whole time. I really DID work. 

I must say that this had to be one of the best experiences of my whole life. I had so much fun getting up at 3:30 a.m. and feeling like a zombie all day because I only got to sleep about four hours (when this girl is accustomed to eight hours of sleep)! 

It's rather sad that I cannot work more often. But at the same time I am glad it is over because customers can be SO rude! And one man even went so far as to insult me because he realized that I wasn't from here. So he said (in a demeaning tone): "Gah, where's she from?" 
I just smiled and acted like I didn't hear him. Of course, as soon as he turned his back I made sure to call him something appropriate!

Whew. It can be challenging to treat people Christ-like when they are making you dig camotes back out of the bag because they want a different size, or when they come around to check the scale because they think you are cheating them! Grr!

Anyway, that's enough complaining for now! 
I wish everybody a blessed day and a happy week!

P.S. Sorry that the pictures are bad quality. But I didn't want to look like a dorky tourist by taking my camera.

Monday, October 28, 2013

The Bad And The Good

Yes, I do realize that I have been neglecting my poor little blog.
I have only one excuse, and that is that I was gone for awhile.

Well, this year has been quite eventful. And not all the happenings were so good.
My grandfather (my dad's dad) passed away from cancer. And so my parents had to make a sudden trip to the U.S.

It was a sad time for the Loa family.
And unfortunately, I didn't make it to the U.S. in time to be there for his funeral, but I got to see the whole thing on Skype so it was sort of like being there. 

But finally the most awaited event of our year happened!
My sister, Kristen, with her daughter, Lyric. Don't they look so cute??

Unfortunately I wasn't there for her birth either so I just had to live off all of the pictures that everyone was taking!

This is my favorite picture! HEHE!

Uncle Jacob & Lyric!

FINALLY I flew in and was so excited to get to see Lyric and hold her!
This was the first time that I had ever held a newborn baby in my life. I just don't hold babies. I don't really like babies, you see. But since she is my niece it is different and I am so PROUD to be the auntie of such a beautiful little baby girl!

And here she is wearing the shirt I bought her!

Gigi & Lyric!

And here is Lyric with her Grandpa, Great Grandmother Amelia, and Great Great Grandfather Tomas.

Ok, and one last picture!!!

Ok, so this isn't a normal post for me!
But I couldn't resist posting a lot of pictures of my niece! I only feel sad that I won't see her again until she is like 6 months old.


P.S. Hopefully soon I will find something new and interesting to blog about!

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

My Experience In A Mexican Hospital

If you HATE reading, EXIT now!
Because this might is going to be a long post! 

For those of you who didn't know, I recently had to make a trip to the hospital.
Now don't freak out! I didn't have a heart attack or anything like that.

The (thankfully) boring fact is that I had to have my gallbladder removed (lots of unbearable pain, from which I will spare you the details).
Anyway, we found a doctor here in Toluca who came highly recommended by some people in our church.
And my dad chose a hospital.

Last Tuesday is when I went in to have surgery. I took my camera because I wanted to document my time there because I knew that I MUST blog about it! (He.He.He.)

They started out by putting an IV in my arm. I have sort of a new fascination with needles being put into my arm (every since I went to have my blood drawn a couple of weeks ago)! Let me tell you people, it DOESN'T hurt. Goodness, the way people go on about being scared of needles and such I really expected to be traumatized! 

This is when they were wheeling me out to surgery. Everyone kept asking me if I was nervous. I honestly did not feel nervous at all (and I really mean that, I'm NOT just trying to be tough). I mean, what's the worse that could happen? (Death?)

I was wheeled to the surgery room and made to get onto about a million different gurneys. After that I was taken to a room where about a hundred people were introducing themselves to me. And then they started pumping me full of anesthesia . The lady asked me if I drink alcohol. I was like, "No." She  said, "Well, you're fixing to feel drunk."  The dizziness that ensued sure felt strange. And then before you know I was out! Gone! 

Two Hours Later ...

Next thing I know, I'm moving. My eyes flutter open and I see all these faces, with masks on, hovering over me. And I'm on this "cart" being pushed down a long, dimly lit hallway. I was quite disoriented. 
"Where am I? Who are these people?" 
Then it all came back to me. 
"Ohhh, I am at the hospital. They're done with my surgery already?"
Of course, after that I think I faded back into unconsciousness a few times because I don't remember them putting me back into my bed.
I look weird, huh?! HAHA!

The doctor came to give my parents my gallbladder in a jar. Kind of gross.
My eyes might be open but I don't remember this at all.

After that I had some visitors. But at that point I was still halfway out of it and so most of their visit is foggy.
And I didn't get a picture either! Arg. 

But then I did have more visitors. Of course, I KNEW that all of the Caltzontzin family would come see if the surgery turned out fine because they are like family!
But it still almost brought a tear to my cheek to see them all there (there was actually a rule that no more than two people were supposed to be in the room at one time, but hey, who follows rules?)!

My buddy Carlos came to see me too, and he is the only one that brought me a gift! Aww! 

Well, during the visit with all of the folks in the pictures above I grew very sick. Nausea began creeping in and they had to find me a container and held me up while I gagged and gagged. 

After they left that is when all the "fun" started though. I began vomiting again and again. YUCK!
And then the doctor came and they hooked more tubes up to my arm!
The medicine only kept the nausea at bay for about three hours though.

Needless to say, I kept my poor, dear mother up all night with all the throwing up. You know, you never really appreciate your mother until things like that happen where you are too weak to get out of bed but she is there to take care of you. 

Hospitals are all new to me which is why I HAD to take a picture of these things! 

By the morning time I felt miserable. I don't think I had ever felt so terrible in my entire existence.
When the doctor finally showed up to check on me he said that I was dehydrated and that my blood pressure was really low. So they came to hook more stuff up to me.

By this time I had already gone through like twenty nurse changes. And around this time is when a lady nurse showed up who was slightly rude and definitely has something against Americans. First off she started scolding me and telling me that I shouldn't lie to the doctor. She said that I had told them one thing and told the doctor another. And so she was standing there basically calling me a liar (all because the doctor got onto the nurses because of something I said ... HAHAHA). 

Poor me. She very nearly made me cry. And so then afterwards when she came back to check on me and ask if I felt any better (because they had pumped me full of ... something. I don't know what). Guess what I did? I, Dacia Loa, was actually rude for the FIRST time in my life. I had decided that I didn't like her so when she asked if it had made me feel any better at all, I said: "No, I feel exactly the same. It didn't change anything." But you would have had to see my face and hear my tone of voice to understand that yes, I WAS being rude! (But I was also being truthful because it didn't make me feel any better.)  

At that point she started going on, railing against the U.S. and our government (which I can understand), but what made me upset is that she had never been there so how can she talk about it? (Just like all of you people out there who talk bad about Mexico without never having been down here to see what it's all about.) Though she did seem fascinated by the fact that I have a white mother but can speak English and Spanish. HAHAHA!

Anyway, to make a longer story shorter ...
My dad finally arrived (he had left to go home the night before). And as you can see my room had an awesome view of the highway (never realized that traffic there doesn't stop. Oh, the noise!)!

And look at the electric wiring mess out there! 

Well, then they forced me to get up and walk around for ten minutes. That was definitely torture because every time I would stand up I would get the urge to barf. 

Finally, after I felt better they brought me some food. 

And (FINALLY) around four o'clock p.m. I was able to go home!
My first ride in a wheelchair! (Forgive the scary look. What do you expect, I had been in the hospital all night!)

Anyway, if it hadn't been for the fact that I got sick it would've been the perfect stay. And overall everyone was really nice. And the doctor, he was really nice too. 
Plus, I got a "free" pair of house shoes out of the deal!

So I have just been in recovery since. And I know that a lot people who knew about this were praying for me. Believe me, those prayers were appreciated! I am getting better everyday. And I must just say "thank you" to God for keeping me safe. It might be a routine surgery, but anything can happen (there's my pessimistic side bleeding out). And let me tell you that I never imagined that I would be having surgery at the age of twenty-two. But the good news is that I was informed that other than my gallbladder I am healthy as a horse! 

Oh, and I did  have some more visitors. The Cartas brought me a basket full of a bunch of delicious fruit!
Yum Yum! And we've almost eaten it all already!

Peace & Love!

P.S.  If you find this to be a BORING post with too much writing ... get over it! Nah, just kidding. But this post is mostly aimed at my brother and sister who I am sure are dying to hear all of the details about this. Because I know they were both happy to hear that their favorite sibling is still alive! HEHEHE! Yes, I AM the favorite!