tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38565159507191344312024-03-13T22:16:47.714-07:00How do you???????We are…3 sisters committed to spending time together and answering the questions that come up often enough to bug us, but not so often that we would look up the answers ourselves. We want to learn from the people we know and love, experience, learning things from friends, family and maybe even you!salsitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03859218870724703855noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856515950719134431.post-39961324921285273912024-02-03T20:48:00.000-08:002024-02-03T20:49:43.380-08:00<h1 style="text-align: left;"> hello people</h1><p style="text-align: left;">thank you for following all posts! I am <b>Sabina</b> Anitas daughter and I will probably be taking over this blog soon! I am a student in redwood heights elementary school 3RD grade I love soccer, piano and writing! 🖉 I hope you like me!!!!!!!</p>salsitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03859218870724703855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856515950719134431.post-34662640397545887812010-03-06T18:38:00.000-08:002010-03-06T21:47:02.112-08:00¡Que bonitas cejas!<div style="text-align: left;">Where did 2009 go? Reviewing our original post on 100 New Things, it is quite obvious that we, the Roberts sisters, have fallen short of achieving our original goals. That acknowledged, we could take one of two paths at this time: give up on the blog and shamefully reflect on our endeavor as an unrealized, silly dream, OR change the rules and go forth on our quest. I vote for option two and since the other two sisters are currently not present, my vote is unanimous.</div><div><br /></div><div>Towards the end of last year, our cousin, his wife and their son visited for the holidays. Some people have hidden talents that you have to coax to the surface. Roman and Roxana are quite the opposite. They exude talent. To top that they are a gorgeous couple, exemplary parents and have a child with the cutest Mexico City accent. If only my little nephew could teach me to speak as beautifully as he does. That not quite being possible, I began my journey with Roxana, learning a bit about cejas...aka eyebrows.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cMiBzcFGcedngy6Ukdm5khWxlKAnk4wsJHuazdFWBkNkgDeS6M3DEZ06-c_Fcgb03LPaZBKe-jgjhKWpQ_ZjCbFkg-4DVX4YtMHbFxCETXW3G3JgUKa9b7oplQkGMD6EJ9nfcEXYnz8/s320/P1030598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445722219349574690" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Eyebrows are a facial feature that I hardly notice until I decide to pay attention to them. Once I consciously decide to focus on them, they predominate each person's face and start looking really odd. Try it! If you don't notice them usually, go on a walk and study each person's brows who cross your path. Apparently, however, there are people who notice these kinds of things all of the time. I was at a salon last year and when I was about to leave, my esthetician looked at me and informed me that my brows were crooked and needed fixing. I told her she was wrong so she asked the opinion of another patron who agreed. So there it is, I have no sense of the state of my eyebrows...or HAD no sense until I spent some time with Roxana.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Step by step, I learned there is a proper way to shape your eyebrows. All you need is a mirror, a straw/pencil/some straight edge and tweezers.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Step one: Center yourself...or at least your eyebrows. Line up your straight edge with the outside of one nare. Directly above that spot should be your limit for hair growth. This is unibrow removal happens. Once finished with one side, move to the next and repeat. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeUb-k83m4vAK_d37ERmDcXCVgAztE6xzNfQgbuvAueJ8FISaixYVapyLEnYubIkByAcdBzX-OTjXl5u2tpn67NgenA1CnEIDo5tRrI-INhkX3JqTJqXE20EGBlrCDr76esEaBv8Z6x2s/s320/P1030921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445736416524962370" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Step Two: The outer limits. Line your straight edge up from the corner of one nare to the outer corner of your eye. Any stray hairs beyond that boundary should also be eradicated. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQD-B6BNKdZS-RWJQydpx6e0DtfuYAz66Y82Qq2lSaY4_C8rToMICcgQ4UQcjBLKZ-ljNJn_aukr0Nkj-E5qU_Mh0C9RwQvCKZTIDvzpfjYguHmMwktHSZnWprhdrktTE0iR_DwsMGg0/s320/P1030923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445739288615052258" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Finally, figure out where your eyebrow should arch by creating a line from the corner of your mouth straight up to your eye.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRjPtntZWL2LuDpP-HPXuWiXWnj8B-nUllvmfQPSI7H-DbRHOUxkPYD3UAJLhwIeo6jeyYGyHPWlmkffT7bwKxlt4-RWuo0nkUSbkAnZ1pmCgsHfoiY-UmrCNHiIsn0pqXOcKHO00LbM/s320/P1030924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445738892065485122" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Pluck around a bit and add some highlights and there you have it! Shaped eyebrows.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLRsOp3We3rHHb2EvO2rZ3iQd2gY5oWrC5F_E2eVmVEaO18yKZGrqM2gXKfufslfSJaxPXz9BzfbfEzRLXPZ5EuNMbk0nninFUC-7BjQoRZptaHsGN6KSoT3YDuqEQsG2RsFmBIw6_UW8/s320/P1030972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445738884777082914" /><div style="text-align: left;">Here she is, la reina de la ceja, Roxana. Mil gracias, you have made it possible for me to walk into a salon and not worry that the mean lady is going to tell me my face is lopsided.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXl75lXW68nlqWK40bhINy9WNCLHcu4oSx-9lH06Qzo8uDnnU-TgEAuiMY92mpgADYCJJa1H00Z0CJ_oE05oL1UTW1m03vtV50f74_b7L0OwD6c6Qfn_qNo_3A_2XyLShn1MixEGOoA50/s320/P1030799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445738895210825602" /></div>salsitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03859218870724703855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856515950719134431.post-7080951293303782782009-01-01T20:40:00.000-08:002009-01-01T20:54:27.905-08:00FORE!I am happy to say that with the new year comes a new post! To all of our die hard fans out there who have been anxiously awaiting the next chapter in our quest to learn new things, thank you for your patience. It's not that we haven't learned anything since summer, it's just that other parts of life kind of stepped in and took us away from our blogging duties. That said, it is such a pleasure to be back with the latest lesson: hitting balls at the driving range.<div><br /></div><div>Meet Danny. Many moons ago, when this blog came to be, Danny graciously offered to give me some tips on hitting balls, as in golf balls, at a golf course. Truth is, I have golf clubs that I got a while back. I have played a miniscule amount, but often times I find myself getting a bit frustrated and wanting to throw in the golf towel, and head to the nearest cafe for a hot cup of tea. I have always enjoyed the outside part of golf though, and given the sunny Tuesday we were recently graced with, I was actually excited to get to the driving range from a little fresh air.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXwoQGl17rbpl0pWn1CqRCh_AkzeEgXDP3V5x5xWP8WQPjn3ZUGfoIQw6NHGUoW_Vkbasz3pMA7Em059Gb8RF7o-MM29cFw6muPehn_yV3QpJgOWBFrVHvv6VJ4USvDdFezM-ka3d0Obw/s320/n887355564_5464863_2513.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286553444694083250" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Danny provided me with some important tips:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Choke down on my club.</div><div>2. Keep my head down.</div><div><br /></div><div>He also provided me with advice that really matches my golf philosophy:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Have some confidence. It's only golf, it's just a game."</div><div><br /></div><div>Amen.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, my golf swing is surely still in need of some great adjustments, but overall, our lesson was fun and I look forward to playing a par 3 sometime soon.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2XKYX2iy_8Dd2sBdC_9J6TJI_GITggYXM5TEZeGkCQbEP3MFRyzwUlzxYRvdZDigBg6OUnQicIi453-QcxiZBzrb54OiCRiBaAesndtGGAljVh2Z5UEIQnpioFDpdBS7JSZ7zPCS7cqE/s320/n887355564_5464860_516.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286554619392871042" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>salsitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03859218870724703855noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856515950719134431.post-32213546387842381212008-07-14T22:34:00.000-07:002008-07-15T21:34:02.398-07:00Take Down<div>So you are enjoying a rather fun time with family. Hamburgers are on the grill, everyone is sitting around talking when all of a sudden BAM! Your supposedly kind, loving sister runs by and smacks you on the butt. What is the next step? </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course my first thought is to be the mature one in the situation and ignore her request for attention. (Okay, those of you who know me know that my real first thought is revenge, but we'll stick to the mature thing for now.) Let's say you ignore the feisty sister, but then she comes towards you, waving her hands around like she is really get you. What on earth should you do?</div><div><br /></div><div>IT'S TIME FOR A TAKE DOWN!</div><div><br /></div><div>You've got to restrain her! But how does one restrain another without hurting themself or the "attacker"? That is where our dear friend B comes in. B has professional experience dealing with out of control people like the aforementioned sister. We thought that he might be a little reluctant to teach us, so we lured him over a couple of weeks ago for a "BBQ" and bullied him into teaching us some mad take down skills.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrV6TqrEO1S_HbMtN7Qmldnvj_tGRv4WbBz-_OZF1xoz7ll0XspENSxSBIn7PLJtcPIr_slHi-CAt5CDZnGvBqxm56wZaUHl7WATH__E3veqprY4RHH6geRllBOxlcngC-3NSubFaGTDI/s1600-h/DSCN0413.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrV6TqrEO1S_HbMtN7Qmldnvj_tGRv4WbBz-_OZF1xoz7ll0XspENSxSBIn7PLJtcPIr_slHi-CAt5CDZnGvBqxm56wZaUHl7WATH__E3veqprY4RHH6geRllBOxlcngC-3NSubFaGTDI/s320/DSCN0413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223130890303922946" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Surprisingly you can use the technique with little force and if your "attacker" doesn't fight it, they won't get hurt either. We won't go into the details because we don't want to encourage trying this move without face to face professional instruction, but this is what the process looks like:</div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy5fyF9jTiU-CVMW-J3YgH3gf09xuy-0g_rR3CeX6Vkzm_3BbyY3eSH0U0djR7VeTWFPKcZFPVZHycqangD6A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>So the next time you are thinking about approaching any one of us on the street, beware. We are prepared to take you down (especially if you come at us really slowly and make your arm really easy to grab and go along with our take down move).</div><div><br /><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu7SgxHN4Gij1ecMUIh35kGdq1tMsqpLkH_BPFWR_mTu0yB8uT4HIo9PfyDx9k_3SbPGVdOuXbhgCZLbvM92p2a1DcNDVXYeJyfzrzAkg1QhO-srC28YPDuNwMTlgmRY4IYsuUlrKoRWc/s320/DSCN0416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223110807555589074" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to B for going along with our quest to learn new things. Hopefully next time he'll teach us how to handcuff someone.</div></div>Jujihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07450065650307147493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856515950719134431.post-48346800893008410622008-07-06T19:23:00.000-07:002008-07-14T22:44:50.691-07:00Do the 60's Do<div><br /></div><div>Take yourself back to Dinamita, Mexico. The year is 1965, the company party is starting in three hours. The dresses are pressed, the nails done, the corsages ready. One woman sweeps in, a cloud of Aquanet trailing her, comb and bobby pins in hand. Belles of ball lined up in chairs before the big hall mirror, waiting their turn.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrlk02D0RZuRj-2cCmGkR9IuK7Ba3ycp03aArbYlOIK80xIuVPq5dEVYb-Jb2-22ZFmYxGAMvfIw6MPNukMTIUDRrSOtmkId6dRAq2DsZsLEjwWsPv1vxJe2wrjLC1Lh-fB5AKBowOi8g/s1600-h/DSCN0351.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrlk02D0RZuRj-2cCmGkR9IuK7Ba3ycp03aArbYlOIK80xIuVPq5dEVYb-Jb2-22ZFmYxGAMvfIw6MPNukMTIUDRrSOtmkId6dRAq2DsZsLEjwWsPv1vxJe2wrjLC1Lh-fB5AKBowOi8g/s320/DSCN0351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220095330345536722" /></a><div><br /></div><div>The teasing begins.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zBT0zXkEyvkx1vkV6MW-A4QGvWWQJX1UJdtwEr7Cdoj01TgGjV0DiS_qmOV05BZGAnNaVSZ7TZ19smqBU2gHqm4apv5R4LaaOfJ5SkhI4mJeR8ZXcFXGojH6A_CgaDLtIDM82310UmQ/s1600-h/DSCN0352.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zBT0zXkEyvkx1vkV6MW-A4QGvWWQJX1UJdtwEr7Cdoj01TgGjV0DiS_qmOV05BZGAnNaVSZ7TZ19smqBU2gHqm4apv5R4LaaOfJ5SkhI4mJeR8ZXcFXGojH6A_CgaDLtIDM82310UmQ/s320/DSCN0352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220095334597229058" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Recreating events from forty years ago was easy for us on a recent Saturday night. In one Oakland home, Aunt Ime revised her role as hair guru, creating styles that our hair had never seen. Ingredients for big hair success? Big rollers (soda cans will do in a pinch), fine comb, large can of hair spray and pins. Many, many pins.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07w8lk_CWTVAj9BhJzg82TtxA4UDoJGZAvYEVEDtzH38nv39tLy3YnCo2X3sMZ5d9O10O141ZngoToflcFUskv74cVFyADDMfB02vb-csEnhb-65aOcuxWPgxg45p5NpFRW6GYGvOWYY/s1600-h/DSCN0363.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07w8lk_CWTVAj9BhJzg82TtxA4UDoJGZAvYEVEDtzH38nv39tLy3YnCo2X3sMZ5d9O10O141ZngoToflcFUskv74cVFyADDMfB02vb-csEnhb-65aOcuxWPgxg45p5NpFRW6GYGvOWYY/s320/DSCN0363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220095343564666194" /></a></div><div>We were doubtful. Midway through the process a great mass of untamed 80's hair perched upon our heads. Would it be possible to turn this into something beautiful?<br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMrmivrEyz48xINFUadQI4W_ABZg9QaTQKswhg9xtpx0-i8ARxJdudMp3zEMfcOuVt-A798UFhaRvyoml0UP4Ad5JbzlGazNjgp38Z_FXpf6NgAddcHZ4VPz9O0K-xiNnC3_SZ2Mty3sM/s320/DSCN0387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220095350451672802" /></div><div>And then all of a sudden, "POOF!" A 60's hairstyle is born.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDD9VY9UFp0N85d0anyjZ7NZuJYyEFXH3A3KQiUZgyX-Rimq7YdAgBSGV_FbYzVfBTsJTWRMyRANb8Vhz31jnoQAMPj6C4bk4t9LOU521OJrGHy0GNrfRda4gGwD2kccbcclG2YntG2g/s320/DSCN0373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220095345680521026" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Along with the do's came maintenance tips from other survivors of the 60's Aquanet generation. For example, should you end up with a hole in your style, gently reach in with your index finger and lightly scoop it out. Keep a comb with you at al times, especially if going to a dance. One never knows if your dancing partner might knock your hive off kilter. <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphenaIeZmkY8lA9v1t5JRMuvQHsG8ynfxdR5QPcFnI963FmakFNXPoQe5Gi9HS_RR2c8jYUNRWDeuDzXWMKWGhbSEQXDHzHVV9g24Bffvrp_1rTyHU1Ubj_cBZh1BtFGx-0Uzhf9f-q45c/s320/DSCN0400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223108472916184418" /></div><div>We owe many great thanks to our styling queen. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbDMRtat13mUcaya1p4m5oeizmzp4L4dHIPBuUFGFwMKr4Y_mPM-_Ob3AYlGi6EXlXvOLTYfH_GDjEJk1SpfFUohGOFeKh4Snc7HSa2v6U1URGyiX3EUN5XwlAOGEcmiOyFD1yMNRlUAU/s320/momypalshair" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221606132972478610" /></div><div>A blast from the past. That would be our own mom in the middle...</div>salsitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03859218870724703855noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856515950719134431.post-39721115383044403422008-06-15T20:09:00.000-07:002008-06-15T21:06:19.159-07:00My name is L-I, L-I...So, what was that old rhyme really about anyway? And what exactly do you call that hand clapping routine that goes along with it? I am willing to bet that most people (especially ladies) around my age can recall the words to My Name is L-I, L-I, Chickali, chickali...although I am coming to find that there are some variations by region and age. For example the youngest of us three seems to recall something random thing being in the rhyme, and the older, wiser ones recall something about someone named Lester? Or was it Vester? <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Anyhow, these "clapping songs" have been around a long, long time and they seem to mutate every year. How do they have anything to do with our blog? Well, yesterday I was sitting around with my cousin's daughter, Bianca, at a birthday party. Now, the majority of the people at the party were adults, so it was no surprise that after a little while Bianca turned to me with that kid complaint, "I'm bored!!!!!" </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_lkx3V9AYx-fQcEi3JH56soSgg9ec36yod-N3Fgb1gGr_x9kW5ABMtX6shLSrELib4SKH_BEWBSFxjVHwJRRHqKWybF693Ak2xi0WZqz7RWUkzwpHGGkSaekDaI4MMh2Vw4Enh-lGYs/s320/Bia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212313915008465266" /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Of course when a child speaks these words, they expect the adults around them to so something about it, and this time I obliged. I told her about our little blog and asked here if she could teach me something. Her first idea sounded really cool...something about judo pandas?? Unfortunately it required either an actual video game or Internet access, neither of which we had at our disposal. So, the most promising idea was to learn a new hand clapping song that went something like:<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">"Lemonade, crunchy ice.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Beat it once, beat it twice</div><div style="text-align: left;">Lemonade, crunchy ice.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Beat it once, beat it twice</div><div style="text-align: left;">Turn around, touch the ground</div><div style="text-align: left;">FREEZE!!!!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJu_b-0Iti7O5IYSWTzqTavS8udJ6_HUprUaRMOcmLU_awPbXE7_2VgYxB8ZlGsExHnX8xMzNvvlhU7xqQnD_6SiBLvqmeNujIfSQsR71NxqSzQ-Oj38pVUR-G4VOIHb838LXQ6B9krak/s320/bia2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212316438420392178" /><div style="text-align: left;">And of course, at the end you freeze as long as you can while trying somehow to make your partner move. There was another variation of the rhyme that included "kick your boyfriend out of town", but I prefer to stick to the non-controversial versions. After that, no more talk of being bored! Okay, at least for 1 good solid hour, no bored-talk. Then, I got to do something really special: teach Bianca how to skip. We had a great time and I was proud of my 5 (almost 6) year old teacher. </div><div style="text-align: left;">-Anita</div>salsitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03859218870724703855noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856515950719134431.post-71986300269969604172008-05-26T14:20:00.000-07:002008-06-03T15:53:04.571-07:00Ohhhhh, my love, my darling, I've hungered for......a pottery lesson!<div style="text-align: center;">What do you get when you mix a 6'2" stud, a lump of clay and some mouth watering bbq? <strong><em>Our first lesson!</em></strong><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205294466840768114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvwfV7UjBZLXlFEDsD-b6_5YdmPxa16xExzhEuQXUgMXUOdf1jZXU6Uf_XUkszwGG7KmU_rbCu19tzJwhda-DTAri82zRGx2cliqzKYWVmkk_k4AQ9yfmNQkvejwi4o7ikoCASK9orN2c/s320/pottery1.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205293186940513842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHdKN2i-vio3aWI74_o4BujJr4sL37Czh5so1RF5x-I-9tlcQ8s5IeTNUEEt8_HViwLKWRjZ2guPkKnShQgldwsZOPGIGTPzrmCrf1utASIJPjxOniUJmmuxjqU1KbH7wbktVxMtbpwsk/s320/shad.JPG" border="0" /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Our cousin, Shad, has been throwin' pots since high school. If you didn't know him, this might be hard to believe. He is a towering, powerful guy who, at first glance, might be a little intimidating. Once you start talking to him, you quickly realize that behind this hunk of man is a BFG (Big Friendly Giant). Once you see his pots, you realize that this BFG has a really gentle touch and skilled hands.<br /></div></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left">We arrived to find our teacher grinning and ready to get started. Over dinner, he started giving us some key lessons in using the wheel...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgdLx7f4Pujo-w4qtdY2spUCttSXayOcaiu8VqfXE1jcYGYiyg2le4kTFztgIiFhNbpP9xCbNsz15YFXLdLoS35UZQcJ7o1Y8_edCK3pIvmTMvvhdV8HNISMf6dCrYSv_Nfh3pGFVq8g/s320/Anita.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205677260095991458" /><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left">Rule #1: Take it slow, even when you freak out. If you are going to take your hands off the clay while it is spinning around on the wheel, do it slowly, even if you think you've messed up. If you move to quickly, you can really mess up your pot.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br />Rule #2: Symmetry is essential. Pots shouldn't be lopsided! Refer back to Rule #1 to learn how to avoid lopsided pots.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left">Rule #3: You've gotta know when to hold 'um. Don't flirt with danger, unless you want your beautiful piece of art to collapse.</div><div style="text-align: center;" align="left"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205293199825415778" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; " alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cyWAe5pM4rT9v7eL5dPJziUBDm7OlohaOQL8rZlOOmHuszIGahGwyUhMIsAGYRxvzYxswRlNvJ-i88RyXW0ZB0DKhqPHnG1BgOU98uZqYRQPorNY_TDbdigdNmCdjylLSruw7rTI09Q/s320/Juj.JPG" border="0" /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left">So, these rules are so simple it would seem that following them would be a piece of ceramic cake, right? What's the first thing that our first sista did as soon as the going got rough? Her hands flew up and BOOM, her pot developed a twist...and not a happy, Chubby Checker, dancing twist, but a lethal twist that meant she reached her holdin' point. </div><div style="text-align: center;" align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205293191235481154" style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXXjOYvFvbmvp6gI16YYIl_poSaeRjT5WabheGZ1dKdg9rhWJSAEFKFbts8vQVmPSVTyhyphenhyphen-Xs3i9mFqrTbpG-8049RM9xlJ1kae3ifzz7opfvvPygtlJjvk5GW88n2UiNu5h3hOMmnuA/s320/Haze.JPG" border="0" /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left">Despite the rough beginnings, all three of us went on to create three unique pieces, each with it's own signature features. Sure, looking at the finished works, one might say, "Oh WOW, cups!" But according to our teacher, this is the style with which the great ceramic masters started. Therefore, we are each technically on our way down the master path.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUiUz5KXYZVW7VkwxO7Cbu5dNwnA6TDszsXgQXBSrBfflHxdsHWVxc9fZNue8bcEF0h_Fb22Ova_uRpsKIyzm1GS9VdwD6RKklAiuPiO7Sc_-RJo_7tJivQ2BRVqy50I9VwoK_Ib8aK0A/s320/group.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205677272980893378" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, we thought we were pretty cool, creating these masterpieces in as little as 20 minutes each. We were quickly humbled when our cousin took to the wheel and in the same amount of time producing the following....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAlcxl-sr4wV0vIYnWRnMb1rJEKXoK_orCRdX1kxCnIXS8WihgzL2IOMF7iUXEZIWsY3esi8ljyDxN1u7x8-r0UbAZNX1IY63AMNFHQMS4ik5ct4ZT5GO6N6NtHRhN4d9FPCGfRf1B7YE/s320/shadwork.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205677268685926066" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yeah, so we still have stuff to learn, but that is the point! A shout out to Shad for his patience and hard work with us. He is one of the big chunks of the heart of our family and we love him dearly for all that he is!! We even have a deal to teach him some salsa moves the next time we go over to trim our pots.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For more pictures of our lesson, you can click <a href="http://gallery.mac.com/anitaqr#100054">HERE</a>!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Until next time...</div><div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div></div>salsitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03859218870724703855noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856515950719134431.post-65792543701310949182008-05-18T13:08:00.000-07:002008-05-19T12:18:00.745-07:00A lazy Sunday....We are embarking on a journey of discovery. We realized not long ago that we know a lot of great people that know a lot of great things. We also realized that we know nothing. <div><br /></div><div>Okay, so that is not exactly true. Between the three of us we can analyze storm water runoff for EPA compliance, salsa dance well into the night, and insert IUDs with ease. But let's be realistic, that's only the very tip of the iceberg. Just thinking about our immediate family we realized that there is so much to learn. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thus, we have decided to embark on a journey to learn 100 new things. Of course we have set up a few rules:</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"></span>1. One of our teachers each year must be under 8 years old.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"></span>2. One of our teachers each year must at least 80 years old.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"></span>3. We must learn at least 2 things a month. Only one of us has to be present at a learning <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"></span>session so long that the person blogs about their experience.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"></span>4. Each person can teach us no more than 3 things.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"></span></div><div>Suggestions are welcome! So let us know what you can teach us...we're waiting.</div><div><br /></div><div></div>salsitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03859218870724703855noreply@blogger.com2