tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640158488662424337.post7181199685704506663..comments2023-10-16T03:50:25.049-07:00Comments on Happy Hour...Somewhere: Hey, My Mom is a Minority~!Happy Hour...Somewherehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12006873159933226231noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640158488662424337.post-23863783997849201012009-01-16T15:08:00.000-08:002009-01-16T15:08:00.000-08:00HAHAHA. I only hope they pronounced Taco correctl...HAHAHA. I only hope they pronounced Taco correctly, you know, not like tack-o. Where I went to school, we had no blacks at all until I was about a junior or senior (so long ago it is hard to remember) but he did not last long. The damn football jocks made his life hell. We had plenty of white and Hispanic families though. <BR/><BR/>Catholic schools are strange places. I knew a few girls who were going to be nuns, which was funny to me because when I was in school one of the nuns became a "civilian" and married the religion teacher~! He later became the principal of that same school. <BR/><BR/>Going to school, I thought all families were large. At 5 kids in our family, we were on the small side. I had plenty of friends who had 7 or more though. <BR/><BR/>I guess that was the point of my blog. I do not know think about race that much. When I am with friends, I am just with friends, not white friends or any other race friends. We do discuss cultures a lot--one is Greek with a large boisterous family, one is married to an Italian and she sends me all kinds of funny stories about Italian families.<BR/><BR/>I would love to hear stories from my friends about their families.Happy Hour...Somewherehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12006873159933226231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640158488662424337.post-23469387176639270462009-01-16T14:46:00.000-08:002009-01-16T14:46:00.000-08:00That's my Kelly! In the school system when I was ...That's my Kelly! In the school system when I was growing up in Woodland Hills, I never came in contact with mexicans. My parents favorite mexican restaurant was Taco Bell. When bussing hit and I actually saw a mexican they were cholos you know with the black baggy pants and black shoes and hair nets. Blood hell I was scared. Not a good introduction. I thought all mexican's had a switch blade knife that turned into a comb. <BR/>Isn't that sad? I'm glad I didn't miss out on marrying into the Romeros!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640158488662424337.post-48479605357527860222009-01-16T05:32:00.000-08:002009-01-16T05:32:00.000-08:00Kat - this is a great post. I know someone who's ...Kat - this is a great post. I know someone who's family is part american indian, part mexican and their grandparents also came from Mexico. His grandfather was the first sheriff of Julian. Their grandparents felt the same way you did and taught their kids to speak english only. I can't imagine what life for both sets must have been like growing up. Thanks for sharing that! I love hearing about people's experiences.Jeannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02330330086705126497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640158488662424337.post-11436299606888295182009-01-14T13:32:00.000-08:002009-01-14T13:32:00.000-08:00Well, gosh, not really. I know "real" Mexicans ha...Well, gosh, not really. I know "real" Mexicans have a name for me. You know, one who is "white" inside and can't speak Spanish. I am sure George Lopez would be happy to enlighten me, but I would be afraid to get his answer~! I just thought it was so funny that Kelly said that. Kids say the darndest things.Happy Hour...Somewherehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12006873159933226231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-640158488662424337.post-76518392447011437412009-01-14T12:51:00.000-08:002009-01-14T12:51:00.000-08:00Wait!!Your Mexican?!Wait!!Your Mexican?!Caseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01337523894455637185noreply@blogger.com