A whole lotta meh-hee-can!

The weekend is over and Fenavo is exhausted.  Earlier in the week I was saying to someone that the weekends seem to last longer than the work week.  Sometimes a good thing and other times crash landing at 9pm on Sunday night makes me want to hurl.  In fact, I can only remember at this point that it started on Friday at 5pm.

Oh, yeah, now it is coming back to me….Friday night was family movie night and we watched The Gumby Movie.  Oh, my gawd, how can I get my 88 minutes back?

Saturday I decided to be adventurous for lunch and had Menudo for the first time at a questionable hole in the wall. No, not the 80’s boy band Menudo, but a heaping bowl of tripe soup that tasted like fresh cow poo.

Lori looks on expectantly…

Me grimacing: It smells like a barn.  Not cute.

Lori laughing: I warned you sucker!

Me: I think the smell infiltrated my nostrils and attached itself to my hair and membranes.  Is that possible?  How can I remove it!!

For the next 36 hours the smell comes back to haunt me for a few moments here and there. Its almost as bad as a picture that Lori forced me to look at of an insect larvae infected breast  that is still giving me night terrors to this day. Perhaps I should charge her for therapy sessions? (I warn you now that if you click on that link you may never speak to her again for posting it! Seriously.)

We hung out with LA FAMILIA this weekend for one of the cousin’s birthday.  It was huge party with Mexican hat dancing, drunken circus music,  and mariachis.  Ok, I lied, it was just a picnic in the park but they DID have a pinata!  What could be more exciting than a pinata feeding frenzy!

 

 We found that the latest member of the clan was not amused by his auntie’s antics:

Cousin Israel (not to be mistaken with the place famous for suicide bombers) is visiting from Mexico.  How do you welcome cousin Israel to America you may ask?  You take him to Mexican karaoke and then the strip club for a birthday lap dance duh!   Yeah…um…This is how we looked when we started:

And by the end of the night it was not just the camera that was unable to focus…

We tried going to a spanish club where Lori stormed out insisting that “some lady had farted in her face”!  Instead we ended at the new? old? Fernando’s Hideaway that is extra close to our house.

 

Little did cousin Israel know that he would spend the next 24 hours with Fenavo traveling Portland to Cornelius to Astoria to Seaside! Ezra was so happy to start the journey!

 

 

 

Things were lightened when some aggression was focused on the bumper tubes!

And at the Fort Stevens Military site Fenavo discovered that Lori has no shame in running screaming “BAT! BAT! BAT!” leaving her family in an enclosed space to survive on their own. I turned to see feet and flip flops flying and the purple blur of her shirt as she exited the building (a la classic Seinfeld episode of George running from fire). Ezra tried shouting it wasn’t a bat but a bird but he was too late. His protective(?) mother had fled. He then continued to taunt her for the next hour, “Look at that bird mom! Maybe it will evolve into a bat!”

Yes, the kid said “evolve.”