Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Adventures with Mexican Friends

Our computer suffered a severe surge last Thursday night. Oddly, it was during one of those famous Heart of America Thunderstorms. An amazing amount of dysfunction occurred. But we're back...back...back...

This is something that was waiting in our e-mail box when things got working again...again...again. I love Mexican people. If it wasn't for Mexican people my life as I know it would never had existed. God bless 'em all.

Friends never ask for food.
Mexican Friends are the reason you have food.

Friends say "Hello."
Mexican Friends say, "Ay!" Then give you a big hug and a besito.

Friends call your parents Mr. and Mrs. (At least they used to.)
Mexican Friends call your parent "Mami" and "Papa."

Friends have never seen you cry.
Mexican Friends cry with you.

Friends eat at your dinner table and leave.
Mexican Friends spend hours there, talking, laughing and just being together. Then they take a plate to go.

Friends borrow your stuff for a couple of days, then give it back.
Mexican Friends keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours.

Friends know a few things about you.
Mexican Friends can write a book with direct quotes from you.

Friends leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.
Mexican Friends will kick the whole crowd's behind if they leave you.

Friends knock on your door.
Mexican Friends walk right in and say, "Hola! Heeeeey! I'm here!"

Friends pretend it's okay when you're being a pest.
Mexican Friends tell you "Hay! Como chingas!"

Friends are for awhile and say "See you later."
Mexican Friends are for life and say "...haste luego en este rinconcito en El Cielo."

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