Showing posts with label neighbors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label neighbors. Show all posts

Monday, September 20, 2010

Peliculas

If you are all wondering what this title means, it means 'Movies' in Spanish. You'll probably notice that I speak Spanish quite often in these blogs, but I enjoy speaking it. Over the weekend, I watched a few movies, well, my dad did at least. On Friday night, while my sister was at work, me and my dad watched this movie called My Cousin Vinny. It's really funny, it's about this Brooklyn lawyer named Vincent Gambini, Joe Pesci plays him and Marisa Tomei plays his girlfriend. They have to travel to Alabama to defend his cousin and a friend because they were convicted of murder. It's a really funny movie if you watch it. But it keeps reminding me of my 2 next door neighbors, David and Vicki, because they are both part Italian and from New York, whenever I hear them talk, I hear the accent. I watched this other movie, I'm pretty sure that everyone on the face of the earth has probably seen it at least once somewhere, Scarface. It's from 1983, it has Al Pacino in it. I never really realized how old the movie was. I've seen it so many times because my dad is a huge fan of De Niro and Pacino. Don't know why?!?!? But if you know my dad, you'll discover that he's a huge movie buff. But I usually am the type to not worry what goes on in the world of Hollywood, I could care less what movie is coming out nowadays because I figure I have little or no money and whenever I do have money, my dad has to borrow some to get something, he'll usually say it's for something we need, yeah right! I fell for that one already and I lost $30 to him. He spent the money on cigarettes! How pathetic! I can;t even enjoy the simple pleasure of going out to see a movie because my dad would want to go or I have no money! I wanted to see the new Karate Kid movie, but I had no money, then I wanted to see The Expendables, yet again, no dinero! I also had to add this: has anyone ever seen this movie I watched over the weekend? It's called What a Girl Wants. It has Amanda Bynes in it. It's about a girl who's living in New York and she hasn't ever met her dad, and when she finds out about him, she discovers he's a British politician running for office, so she goes to England and tries to find him. It's a really awesome movie, plus it's a cool movie for teens. I watched it after My Cousin Vinny because it was on  some channel I forget the name of. But anyway, it's really awesome, and plus the guy who plays her dad in there, he's kind of cute, in a British gentleman sort of way. I think his name is Colin Firth or something, I love cute guys with an adorable English accent.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Moral: DON'T PICK THE TULIPS!


This may not be my most embarrassing moment. Those I choose to keep to myself...thank you very much!

This is, however the FIRST embarrassing moment I remember. I was only about six years old, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

Before turning into a brooding, smart-alec teenager and well before Mom turned into the mean, "know-nothing" MOTHER of a brooding, smart-alec teenager, I wanted to please her with something special.

The most special thing I found that spring day was in our neighbor's tulip bed. Gorgeous blooms! Vibrant reds, warm yellows, vivid violets. They captivated my young eyes.

What better gift to show my mom how much I loved her! I'm not sure I picked every single flower, but I came close.

Now, to the embarrassing part. Instead of the anticipated smile of appreciation, all I remember is the look of horror on my mother's face right before she grabbed my hand and marched me up the street to apologize.

Poor Mrs. Boaz was so nice, and tried to tell Mom that it was okay. "No harm done." But even a six-year-old could see the pain on her face having lost an entire bed of beauty she'd nurtured for years.

I never pass a bed of tulips that I don't think of that day.

(Admit it. Wasn't that story better than the one about blowing milk out my nose in the lunch room...all over my new 7th grade "love," Roger?)


Mary Cunningham