I am aware that retirement is light years away, and I am married to 37 additional people besides my Spouse, and holding together my sanity as well as my unconventional family, with a smile on my face. I am Momo
I might go to comfort food has always been pasta. I love pasta I can different kinds of pasta with different kinds of sauce and throw that stuff together and I am a happy happy camper. But for some reason I don’t have pasta at my disposal I like to put together what my friend Blair called ghetto nachos. Basically get a nachos are any kind of chips that you like preferably Doritos or tortilla chips and any kind of lunch meat turkey chicken I like chicken I love chicken cut up and small as you can drop it into your chips and get a couple of handfuls of shredded cheese Blair used to use sargento but I’ll take any kind of changes cuz I like cheese too and drop it in the middle and then microwave it for just a few not even a minute I don’t think just let it melt and then when you pull it out get a dollop of sour cream and drop it right on the top of that thing and then go to town there’s you get them not just so good so easy to make and not that expensive. That is my comfort food
I’m always kind of curious about how other people live. Not only in different parts of the world, but also different regions of this country. My husband was raised in the south, when say South I’m talking about, Southern Living. Most of the time when he enunciates his vocabulary it is spelt, exactly the way it sounds. I grew up for the most part in the southwestern part of the United States which is Arizona going into Texas. The way that people from Texas are viewed as being Southern is not the same as people from Florida , Virginia , The Carolinas, Tennessee the southern Appalachians, the heart of The Mississippi, and please don’t get me started on Louisiana which is a whole separate type of Southern to begin with. Most of my education growing up was in Texas so we had a huge emphasis on how Texas became part of the United States and how it came from being its own country, as well as the fight that it took for us to become what is today. Six flags Fly over Texas and people don’t really pay attention to what those mean but all six of those flags represent what Texans are about. However to say that every state that’s in the southern half of our country, hold that same view is not correct. Being from Texas or growing up in Texas holds a completely different meaning to any other state in this country. You honestly cannot tell a Texan what their history is because they’ll tell you exactly what you got wrong. So what I’m curious about is people who live in other parts of the United States I am always wondering what makes their region so different and when I talk to people from different places you can honestly tell that they are raised and taught different values different histories of how the place that they call home actually came to become their home. I found out a long time ago that my family came here from different directions my mother’s side of the family came from across the pond UK and Spain and my dad’s family it’s kind of still up in the air but for the most part we know that they were primarily native American when I found out what the history behind my family was I starting wondering what makes my home my home yet so many other regions in this country have a lot of history behind them as well. when I speak to my husband about where he came from and where his family come from I can not even fathom what he was looking at when he was growing up
I grew up with mountains, desert and landscape that has been described in books for ages. I don’t have memories of oceans as far as I can see being able to watch a sunset over a horizon that is mirroring the actual ocean. If any of y’all reading this are from different places in the United States or even from different places around the world tell me what it’s like where you call home I really am curious
I wouldn’t say waste but if I could sleep all day I feel like that’s what I would like to do. If people just let me I would sleep all day all night until the next day until I can sleep no more or until my life was nothing but sleep. Instead it seems like I waste my time worrying about what other people are doing and how to fix everybody else’s life.
Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?
Salitos, are actually dried prunes that literally are salted and then salted again. When we were kids we used to get a lemon or an orange and cut it in half and shove the salito inside of it. Then spend hours destroying our teeth by licking the lemon or orange with the salito inside. Sometimes my Mom would cut random fruit slices like pineapple oranges lemons apples even and put the salito in there with it and let it absorb all of the different flavors. I don’t know who came up with the idea of this but every time I go back home to Arizona I find a place that sells them just so I can do this.
Most definitely do I remember life for the internet. When we were kids we didn’t have anything close to the internet. We had maybe our uncles or our cousins or some older person in our lives following us around with a video camera. To the point where we had to look around to make sure that Uncle so and so didn’t have the camera pointed at us. Thing is, we secretly didn’t want people following us around recording every single thing that we did because we used to get into trouble. We used to do things that we didn’t want everybody to know that we were doing. They used to let us go outside and run amok until the street lights came on other than that they were not interested in what we were doing and what was going on with us we rode our bikes all the way to the other side of town we made sure that we had some kind of water or some kind of substance while we were running around. We had these things called diaries and journals that we wrote our secrets inside of things that we did things that we didn’t want anyone else to know and if somebody got a hold of that and read it out loud I was the end of the world. we didn’t want anybody knowing our thoughts and what we’re doing and what we’re thinking and our hopes and our dreams. Now I can’t stop these kids from expressing every single thing that they want you to know about them, they don’t have secrets, they get butt hurt if you don’t read their blog or you don’t like all of their pictures on Instagram. I remember thinking when I first was introduced to the internet that this was going to be the most amazing thing in the world because we could connect with people from the other side of the world everything was right there so close. Now not so much. Now we have to worry about who our kids are talking to and why they’re talking to them. We literally have to worry about who their friends are where they came from how old they are and are talking about things that we didn’t even know about til we were adults.
Sort of….. So I have broken a few things but I’ve never had a major break. When I was younger I broke my nose which is technically cartilage, unfortunately I did not go to an actual hospital to have my nose set. This caused my nose to heal incorrectly so I had to have all my cartilage rebroken and I had to have a rhinoplasty to correct it. So technically I’m the only one in my family who has my nose. I’ve also broken three of my toes and four of my fingers. Earlier this year I fell backwards and fractured my l1 vertebrae which technically took like 6 weeks to heal so I think that might be the worst break I’ve ever had. But I’ve also had a broken heart which isn’t really a bone but it hurts just as bad when my husband and I lost our first attempt at having a child. That pain was worse than anything I think I have ever felt and will ever feel again. My doctor was actually surprised that I haven’t broken more bones in my lifetime because I have a genetic bone disease called osteogenesis imperfecta. It causes my bones to deteriorate so they’re brittle and disappearing. I have spots in numerous parts of my body where I know I’m missing bone and every now and then it’s quite excruciating. But it’s a disease that is starting to become quite common in my family. My uncle was 2 years old when he was diagnosed with what they thought was polio and instead ended up being osteogenesis imperfecta. He no longer has bones in his legs and his rib cage is now deteriorating. He’s had it since he was a child and has been wheelchair-bound ever since. I’ve lived my entire life without thinking this was something that I would have to deal with in my lifetime. But now that I’m older it’s starting to affect my body quite differently than I could ever have imagined. But I think my lucky stars that had to I haven’t broken more bones than I have and I’m pretty sure my future is going to be full of broken everything’s from here on in
My name actually came from out of nowhere. My mother had stillborn twins right before I was born. And this caused my father and mother to scramble for a name. You see they didn’t realize that I was even in her womb. I was in a separate embryonic sack.
My mother actually decided on Monica it was one of her best friends in high school’s first name. But it was also her younger sister’s name who died as an infant.
My middle name was originally supposed to be Beatrice. It’s my mother’s grandmother’s name. However my father got a hold of the birth certificate first and chose to give me his mother’s name Trinidad. As soon as my grandmother found out that he named me after her she was so upset because she hated her name her entire life. I actually am honored to carry her name. She was an amazing person and I love her so much.
Monica Trinidad is my name and I am proud of where it came from
A teacher is a person that can actually put their own opinions to the side and state the facts to come to an objective conclusion. Everyone has their own opinion, however to be a great teacher you must teach the person to actually look at the facts in order to not only come to their own opinion, but to be able to see both sides in order to come to the truth. They say that history is written by the victor, which means that both sides at one point thought themselves to be on the right side of history. Someone has to be incorrect in order for a story to be told. However this is not always the case. To believe in something you should at least get the chance to understand both stories. No matter what side you want to take.
Work, Family,and Friends according to Momo 