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It should not come as a surprise that I was a huge Hello Kitty fan as a child :P We had cats growing up, so I guess that was sort of a natural transition…

As an adult, I’m still a Hello Kitty fan. And a cat fan. I don’t think I’ve changed much since my “child” days…

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Oh, how fun!!!
(A thousand pounds… that’s like TWO thousand US dollars, right?) Well, since you’re giving me pounds, I’d have to go to Europe to spend them! :P

Freddy is a wine snob (but in a good way), and a Bordeaux aficionado. I just like France, and would love a chance to show off my French. I’d spend the money on a trip to Bordeaux, where Freddy could tour wineries and taste grapes and drink wine, and I could speak French and eat French pastries and be in France.

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Men are scared of menstruation? Really?

What, do they think it’s contagious? (Or do you just hang out with really ignorant, immature men?)

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It’s coming! I have a blog post I’ve written in my head several times, but haven’t sat at the computer to type. I was going to do it yesterday, but I got sidetracked responding to another post… and then — oh, look! Something shiny!

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(Sorry it’s taken SO LONG to answer… I’ve been taking a break from Teh Internetz…)

My mom is a USian, who went to Chile on a study abroad program. There she met my dad, a Chilean, and she decided to stay and marry him.

We were all born in Chile (in Santiago, the capital) and lived there until 1991, after they separated (my mom’s family is all here in the US, so we moved to Austin, Texas, where my grandparents live).

I lived in Chile until two weeks before the end of my 8th-grade year, and started high school (in November, just before the end of the first semester) here. So all my high school and college years were spent in Austin (lovely, liberal Austin, an oasis in the conservative desert that is Texas), then moved to Houston… the buckle of the Texas Bible Belt. Now I’m in DFW… (there are some pockets of liberal-mindedness here, but I still have to keep my mouth shut most of the time…)

I wish I had more interesting stories of Chile, but I just lived there. So I didn’t do any of the fun touristy things, visit the beautiful countryside, go see the Moais on Easter Island… Plus I was 14 when we left, so I wasn’t really old enough to do anything that cool anyway… :P

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I left the Catholuic Church a long, long time ago.

Officially, I guess I’d have to say it was when I started high school, here in the US, and we started attending a Lutheran church, where I got involved with the youth group (and all that “God LOVES you” stuff finally made sense… because the pastor talked about God’s love, not how worthless I was because I was a sinner and didn’t deserve anything God gave me).

My family had started going to a Lutheran church while we were still in Chile, but I didn’t really get into it (the pastor was a friend of my mom’s and his daughters were my sisters’ ages, so they loved going to Sunday school, but my brother and I didn’t really get into it).

The last time I remember actually going to Catholic church regularly was when I was in fourth grade, doing my First Communion. I walked to church by myself because my religion teacher (at school) said if we didn’t go to church EVERY SINGLE SUNDAY God would hate us forever. My parents didn’t go to church that often, so I walked there myself.

(All that effort was for naught, though, since when we did our first confession, before taking communion for the first time, I confessed that I picked on my younger sisters. That was my sin. The priest said if I continued to pick on them, then I wasn’t truly repentant, so God would not forgive my sin. And I would go to Hell. Even if I said my Hail Marys and Our Fathers.)

My abortion was in 1999; I started high school in 1991, and finished fourth grade in 1987. So, to answer your question, I left the Catholic Church long before my abortion.

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I’m excited about the impending mommyhood. I want that part to happen.

Right now, I don’t really feel pregnant… I know I am, and I have the “symptoms” of pregnancy, but I’m not showing yet (hubby keeps “measuring” my stomach and noticing it hasn’t grown…) and I don’t feel anything inside my belly so it doesn’t feel “real” yet. I kind of feel like a poser, like I’m making it up. It feels weird when people congratulate me, because I haven’t “done” anything yet…

The only not-happy feeling is thinking about working (my full-time job) with a newborn. That part’s probably going to suck… but we’ll find a way to make it work.

(And, even though I don’t feel I “deserve” it yet, THANKS! :)

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I LOVED the Chronicles of Narnia (though I have to admit I first read them in Spanish… I’d signed up for a book club thing at school where they gave you cheap paperback editions). Those are the only books I violently remember reading and loving as a kid.

My other favorite book was NUESTRAS SOMBRAS, by María Teresa Budge. It was a diary-style book about this girl who goes to live with her great-aunt on her farm/estate, and she’s lonely and she’s too rambunctious for the old lady, but then she meets the boy next door and they become friends, and her sister and the sister’s boyfriend show up, too…

The only copy I have of this book is that cheap paperback edition (think of the Scholastic Book Club books kids get for $1.99 in elementary school). I’ve tried looking for another copy, but the book’s out of print… :(

In middle school I fell victim to the Sweet Valley High series. That was about all I read until I got to college.

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Yup! Moved to the US (Austin, Texas) in November 1991.
My mom’s a USian, who went to Chile on a study abroad program in college. She was only supposed to be in Chile for a year, but in that year she met my dad and decided she wanted to stay. My grandparents FLIPPED, and sent a few of her brothers down there to “talk some sense into her.” Didn’t work.
So that’s how we ended up there. When my parents divorced, Mom decided to move us to Texas; I missed the last two weeks of my 8th-grade year, and started in the middle of freshman year of high school.
My classmates in Chile:
-thought it was awesome that I was going to go to a school where you could wear street clothes, instead of uniforms (like we did at our private school)
-warned me to watch out about AIDS, because they have that in the US.

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Oy, that’s a tough one!

I assume you mean a committed, romantic relationship (because if we’re talking about just an “relationship,” for example a work relationship [client/customer service rep] then that begins as soon as two people interact [the customer service rep asks the client if they need help and client asks if this pink scarf is on sale]).

So when do you go from “dating” or “hanging out” to “in a relationship”? Because usually one party thinks the couple is at that point before the other party does… and we either have to have the awkward “So, what are we doing here?/What are we?” conversation, or the awkward “Why aren’t you acting the way I think you should be acting in the role I think you should be playing in this relationship?” conversation.

I would have to say a relationship becomes a RELATIONSHIP when both parties talk about it and decide it’s a RELATIONSHIP. But don’t ask me when the right time is to have that conversation, or what is the right thing to say in that conversation.

Or, as my sister observed a while back, in the era of Facebook et al, the relationship is a RELATIONSHIP when one (or both) of you changes your Facebook tatus to “In a reltionship.”

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