Hola amigos!

Did you know I'm part Mexican? Legit. Well... kind of legit. Semi-legit? Moving on. My great-grandma was born in Mexico! Okay, so her family was doing some Lutheran (I think) church thing down there, and they were actually German, but I think it counts! So there.

 I must be trying to get in touch with my Mexican roots or something because I have had this MASSIVE need to make burritos and watch Nacho Libre for the past month. I'm not exaggerating. AN ENTIRE MONTH. Unfortunately, we don't own Nacho Libre. Neither does the library or the video rental store in Melfort. So I'm making up for it by speaking like a Mexican.


 Thus, my family members now all have Mexican names. Madre, Padre, Juancesco, Senorita Sanchez, Pisante, and Pablo. So if you call our house, make sure to ask for them by those names. They'll love you forever. (Ha. Totes NOT.) What's my name? Chantelle. Duh.

The Mexican Movement is even starting to rub off on the fam jam! Last night, Clay... er... Pablo put on Happy Feet and we watched it in Spanish! Thanks to that, I can now say mommy, daddy, lonely, boy, girl, penguin, and appendages in Espanol. Awesome.

In other news, last night I had this dream. You know chastity belts? Well I dreamt that they started making chastity snuggies, and it was a snuggie with a pair of pants attached. But once you put it on, it didn't come off. My madre bought one for me. It was weird.