I got It!!!

Yesterday, by chance and while I showed
Matthias how to check our status on the USCIS website, I found out that my temporary work permit had been aproved!!! Yeepi.
As I said before in some other post from January nobody knows really the joy and POM that a torch decorated notification can bring to the average immigrant in this country. And it was great, trust me, for a workoholic, coffee infused, very proud ant-meets-morlock like myself, the permission to work freely (even if it is temporary) means the world.
Means getting up early with a purpose and handing business cards again; means having to actually look for the time to blog and scrapbook and all that stuff; means feeling fully justified to receive foot massages from my husband.
I have to divert a little from the subject and just add one of my dear lists from beore (for those of you who dont know me too much, I use to keep lists of things that bother me, and today I feel like bringing back my old habits)

So for today: THINGS I HATE

• I hate to depend on papers and lawyers to make my day
• I hate to stay in bed till late in the morning I HATE IT
• I hate when I forget to turn off my coffee machine and the coffee burns all morning long
• I hate to be mistaken for a Mexican (nothing against Mexicans, I am just not one)
• I hate to meet Colombian newbies (new immigrants) who still need to impress me by telling me about the latest job in Bogota
• I hate that the same people keep tell me I lost my cachaca accent (like i miss it)
• I hate going to Chili's and freezing my butt off cause they cant keep the A/C at a normal temperature
• I hate when Americans/Europeans talk about Colombia as if they knew it only because they watched "the truth about killing Pablo" on the History Channel
• I hate when the same people always ask if the weather in Houston reminds me of my tropical country. Not ever, it was NEVER this hot and humid in Bogota.
• I hate when Americans, even well educated ones, cannot pronounce words like Dalí (they keep saying DAH-lee), Bog-OH-ta, and any word with "J", except for jalapeños.
• I hate people who still believe in the Mama Hotel, even if in every other aspect of their lives they seem to be pretty mature and grown up.
• And I REALLY hate when that same people judge others on their life accomplishments. Rule of Thumb: if your momma still pays for your bills, keep your mouth shut about other people's life choices and be friendly.
• I hate missing Law and Order because there's some golf tournament. You dont get between me and Jack McCoy!!!

Ok I'll leave for now, gotta get some lunch and back to work!

Robert Frost, it just came to mind while cleaning

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Ahora si al carajo nos fuimos

El acabose llego: me acabo de vender a una Rusa mona y piernilarga, por miseros 250 dolares.

Frescos, pervertidos del mundo la integridad de mi cuerpo esta intacta... me vendí intelectualmente a una compañera del college a quien no le gusta escribir. Ella nacesitaba 4 ensayos simples, de tema libre y yo acomedidamente me dedique las pasadas semanas a volver al ejercicio de leer y escribir por comision. No dejo de sentir cierta alegría y halago al pensar que alguien de hecho me va a pagar a mi por algo que urgentemente necesita... soy importante para alguien *sigh* HOWEVER, leyendo el ultimo de estos ensayos (que cubrían temas tan variados como la confianza en la sociedad, la fiebre aviar y la immigración mexicana a US) me quedo un poco pasmada... oh se me secó el cerebro o definitivamente America me infectó.
Es soso, tiene demasiados puntos débiles, unque hay que decir que la investigacón estuvo decente para un trabajo tan corto. Pero la chispa ya no se nota, la intención de discusión ya no está allí.... interesting SOY UNA CONFORMISTA!!!! SOMEBODY SHOOT ME!