New Years Lockout
For as long as I can remember, new years has always been celebrated at church. My mom is an ex-missionary in Canada, for 10 years, and my dad went to bible school in Edinburg...there was just no other conceivable way of celebrating new years other than at church. We start a vigilia at 6pm and it lasts all the way through midnight. And then we start to pray at 5 min. to midnight, right into new years, and then we hug and kiss and pretty much stay up all night. Big woop!?
I don't know, but after 18 years of the same thing, it kind of loses it's magic. Not that I don't appreciate God, or don't like the idea if starting a new year with prayer, or anything like that, just want to try something new, you know?
Well, I thought I would do things a little different in 2005 (just as good as any other year!?), and celebrate with a friend's family in Ft. Worth (Eva and Kay Jessica Hernandez, along with CJ). Despite my brother's laments and reprimand on how I am "betraying my family" by celebrating with another's and that this is the "ultimate dishonor"...I just refuse to accept the idea that me celebrating with another's family is indicative of any type of dishonor or inconsideration. Honestly, I just simply would like a new frame of reference, that's all, innocent really. And I was actually very excited about celebrating with Eva and Kay Jessica, especially since it happened.
Of course, knowing us girls, the excitement started right away. After getting introduced to the Hernandez family, CJ and I went back outside to get are things to get settled in. Suddently, CJ started freaking out because she totally forgot to call her parents in Brazil (they're four hours ahead, and she needed to wish them a happy new years before it was too late). CJ asked to use the phone, in which we all promptly turned around and headed back for the door.
CJ turned the knob, and nothing happened. She tried again, and still nothing happened. Next, Eva gave it a try (since she had the key and all)...she inserted the key and she turned and twisted to the point of almost giving her palm and indian burn; still the stubborn knob wouldn't turn.
Now, I have been known (once or twice) in my lifetime to have the gift of magic fingers. I am the one that everyone asks to pop open a can of soda, or twist open a pickle jar, or thread a needle, knotting the most bloaded water balloon, or finding that exact spot on your back that needs scratching, or breaking the knot on your back that no one else can find...etc. So, I just knew that as soon as I had a shot at opening the door, it would almost, and most likely, willingly open for me.
Blast!
Yeah, the blasted bluthering of blastiosity of a knob wouldn't open for the life of me. For no apparent reason at all, the door had locked and we couldn't get it open. The clock was ticking before midnight in Brazil, so us chicas put are three heads together in our indefinite and arduous pilgrimage to the inside of the house.
The first thing that came to mind of course was to scream (surprised?). We prolly l
ooked like pyscho ditzes to the neighbors, trying to get someone's attention to open the door for us by screeching as loud as we could. We tried climbing the trash can, jumping the fence, opening the garage and walking through the piled files and boxes, we tried out smarting an aggressive canine to try to get to the other side, we tried calling on our cell phones...nothing! Kay Jessica couldn't even open the door from the inside. She called her fiance over (from wherever he was in Houston, wk?, hm?), with the tool box, cuz all we could do now was break the door down!The story ends well: no breaking of any doors, and a timely call made to Brazil. Oh yeah, and are throats...they're okay too! Turns out Kay Jessica just has a wimpy grip, a sooper dooper wimpy grip, cuz when we finally got inside the house through a back door, we opened the front door from the inside with ease. Welcome to the Hernandez's, where nothing can ever surprise you!
posted by Becca @ 1:18 PM
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