Well here I am again, writing about things that I should have mentioned before my previous blog.
I know that most of you readers know who I am, thanks to my wife's blog. You know it all, from how we met to how our marriage is going.
I just want to express how happy I feel to have someone like her and to be honest, she has been a huge help in my life. I thank God for allowing me to spend the rest of my days with someone who understands, tolerates and loves me [which is the most important]. I never thought that I would one day find that one person who makes me feel special, who supports me in anything and everything, but I have and now she's part of my daily life.
One of the biggest tests that we've had to pass was being separated, but thank God that's all part of the past and now we're just waiting for the arrival of the third member of our family. Ahhh! I am so excited!
There are still a lot of things we need to be praying about, but I believe that God will supply for those needs.
Like I said in the beginning, my wife is the one who is in charge of blogging what I write. I don't always have time and when I do get a free minute, I try spending them with the Mrs. So with that said, I'll try to keep you updated.

Driver's ED

Last Tuesday I went to a driving class that lasted six hours.
The way money is made and spend has been a drastic change for me, especially because when you spend a great deal of money you usually expect to receive something of good quality or at least good service. In this case I received good service but not as good as I had hoped for.
The morning of the class I got there a few minutes early but had to wait an extra fifteen minutes until someone got there. After finally going inside, the receptionist was very short with me and told me that I'd have to wait for the one other person before the "class" could start. After a bit of waiting she finally let me start the first DVD, about the signals here in Texas and such but then she told me that the DVD would stop and a soap opera would come on for about five minutes. But I wasn't to worry cause the rules of the road would be back on soon. I didn't say anything and I don't want to be rude but it wasn't just one soap opera intermission, there were two!
I needed this class to certify that I could get a drivers license, the one that I'll need soon. Not just to go to work, but to be ready for the day I have to rush Sarah to the hospital.
Getting back to the drivers class. After the DVD I had to listen to a cassette made in 1991. When it was over I was supposed to flip over the tape and play the other side. I, myself, couldn't open the tape player. I had to take it to the receptionist and she had to bang on it for it just to open.
The final exam wasn't too bad, they only had the same question about six times.
I passed though! Now, I just have to take the driving test.
Wish me luck!

Next Time I'll Go to Stripes...

The other day I was working with my father-in-law. Being closer to El Tigre than to Stripes, we decided to have their tacos for lunch. We had been there before but decided to give it another try.
Waiting in line to order our food, we were expecting to get two beef fajita tacos for three bucks. After attempting to order the lady informed me that they didn't have fajita de res only chicken fajita. We also realized that it was much cheaper to get a "build your own taco plate" than to order individual tacos. While waiting for my order, I overheard the two ladies behind the counter talking among themselves about how they should charge more for their tortillas. They wanted to charge more? Were they kidding? They already cost 50 cents a piece! I could buy like 20 for that price back home!
After receiving our food, we sat at one of their tables. Opening the bag we found that they didn't give us any napkins. Jim, my father-in-law, headed back to the counter to ask for them in Spanish. The lady who worked there made the most horrendous face! She slapped the napkins on the counter, like we were offended her or something.
After the missing napkins, we found that they hadn't given us anything forks either. So it was my turn to go ask. When I got to the counter the guy who had been in line behind me asked if I had ordered two plates of food; he thought I had forgotten my food at the counter. The lady who worked there piped up saying that it had been her mistake, thinking that I ordered two plates instead of just the one. So after all that I finally got around to asking for the forks. "You don't have a fork? How can you not have a fork? I put it in there myself", she yelled. I thought this was odd because she had just admitted to getting my order wrong in the first place. Oh well.
Finally, we could eat! We had napkins, forks and all the food we had ordered. We each had enough tortillas to eat two a piece. Once we had each demolished a taco, we noticed that one of the remaining tortillas was still raw. Uh oh. Being worried about how the ladies would react, I tried to convince Jim not to say anything about it. But he insisted, asking me how to tell them in Spanish that his tortilla wasn't cooked. I told him and he raced off to report it to them. He recited his newly learned Spanish phrase while offering up the tortilla. It was soon snatched from his hand and chucked into a frying pan about three feet from where they were standing. Whoa! It was just a tortilla...
Thankfully that was the end of our troubles at lunch and next time I think we'll go the extra mile to get some tacos from Stripes.

Hola!

Hola United States. Hola World.
I am Mr. H or if you know me, Marcos.
My wife has been hounding me to write down my new experiences of being here in the states. So here I am telling you about my new life through my wife's fingers. Yes, fingers. She's typing this or will be most of the time. It's just easier and faster.
So! Here we go. I hope you enjoy reading my stories.