Jose Mourinho visiting mexican Museo Nacional de Antropología ahead of the 66th FIFA Congress.

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@cutieoscar
Jose Mourinho visiting mexican Museo Nacional de Antropología ahead of the 66th FIFA Congress.
me everyday: i miss the old chelsea.
Brazilians Alexandre Pato and Oscar before the Swansea game.
Growing up Chicana after the 80s: Let Me tell You Como Va
First of all,
it’s Mom and Amá,
Dad and Apá.
It’s drinking chocomíl for breakfast,
horchata for lunch,
y una coca for dinner.
El paletero on weekends,
los raspados in the summer,
y elotes anytime.
It means eating mangos on a stick,
churros after Mass,
“Chaqui Chis” after Catechism
(y jugando en las maquinitas).
It means going to the buffet for special occasions,
drinking “Chocolate Abuelita” when it’s cold,
and don’t forget el café con leche
en la noche con el panesito on the side.
It’s learning your alphabet
en Mi Libro Majico
y Sesame Street
(pa’ que aprendas tu espelin muy bien).
It means parents working in factories
while going to night school
con la ticher, pa’prender mas inglish
and the constant demands of “traduceme esto.”
It means being 15-years-old;
a woman too young for everything
and too old to look back.
It’s growing up with la Chilindrina to your left
And la Malinche to your right.
It’s La Virgen de Guadalupe on your nightstand,
A Rosary in the car
y persínate when we get on the freeway.
It’s the comforting smell of endless candles
on the altar en el pasillo
(especially the green veladoras of San Judas)
and the 3 or 4 almaneques around the house
to make sure we remember to call relatives
en el día de su santo.
It’s Vicente Fernandez on the radio,
Juan/Ana Gabriel in your dad’s tocadisco
And Maná in your CD player.
It’s growing up singing to los “Biros”
Los Bukis and Luis Miguel.
It’s Grease on DVD and Vaselina on VHS.
It means laughing at Cantiflas and Jim Carrey.
It’s life according to novelas
And love en blanco y negro, like Pedro Infante.
It means inflating la pisina till you’re out of breath,
then filling it with cold water from the green manguera
when it’s warm enough outside,
and enjoying paletas de limón con chile
y red bolis en el summer.
It means carne asada with los tíos (every weekend)
y unas frias en el refri.
It’s uncles having too much to drink
and giving your primitos money to dance
to the tunes of old rancheras and banda.
It’s my primos en el Army
And my brokenhearted tías waiting by the phone (por si
llaman).
It’s going to la tienda de los Chinos
and buying three calling cards para llamar a la familia).
It means Día de las Madres el 10 de Mayo and
Mother’s Day on the second Sunday in May.
It means scraping your knees
to fight for the bolo at your primita’s baptism
and standing in line (shortest to tallest)
to get your bolsita de dulces.
It means staying up to finish los recuerdos
for your sister’s quinceañera
and your prima’s wedding
(which is followed by the comforting nudge of
“no te preocupes, you’re next”).
It means buying the materials in el suapmi
and stopping by the yard sales
(pa’ ver las chacharas).
It means an assembly line for Christmas:
preparing maza, soaking las hojas, guisando, stuffing, wrapping and tying.
Then eating them en la Noche Buena
as we wait for Santo Clos and el Niñito Dios
to come at midnight so we can open our presents.
It means road trips con el lonche en la llelera:
papitas, sanwiches, y sodas,
with five to seven people in the car
(y el portabebé in the middle)
on the way to visit los abuelos for vacation
and everyone saying “que grandota estas” once you get there.
On the way back it means carrying cartones con mecate as luggage
and paquetes de queso if they search you en la pasada.
It’s a new baby in the family every year
(y vamos a la Ross para comprarle algo bonito).
It means Dad and los tíos going to Home Depot
to buy madera for the new fence or tejaban
and living on the same street as your primos.
It means a good spanking
(con la mano, with the chancla, or the leather cinto)
when you’re travieso
prefaced by “te va ‘parecer Juan Diego cuando lleguemos a la casa”
and concluded with “te voy a pegar si sigues llorando.”
It means té de manzanilla,
mejoralitos y penicilina.
Vicks vaporú,
Sana Sana colita de rana
y vamos a que te soben
when you’re sick.
It means blessing before you go to sleep
(pa’ que no te agarre el cucuy cuando hagas mímis)
y que sueñes con los angelios.
Tan tan.
–Evelyn I Soto
♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽🌶🌶👍🏼 Please read. Memories will start flashing non stop.
This legit made me shed a tear. Me pego justo en la niñez
points at football club: they're fucking idiots
points at favorite footballer: he's the worst
When someone sends you an anon ask but you can still tell who it is.
@cutieneymar @cutieoscar
What me?!
reason # 6540 I like sports: cause I get to say ‘we’ and ‘us’ when referring to my team and it makes me feel like I’m a part of something even tho all I do is sit at home and scream at my tv
“you don’t need to be stressed!” okay but consider this: I am
if someone ever falls in love with me i will literally die of shock
I have 3 moods:
skips every song in my playlist
lets the music play without interruption
plays the same song on repeat for days
Oscar heading out to training (08.03.16)
To the Native Women of the Americas: Happy International Women’s Day
Protect undocumented immigrants who are just trying to create a better life for themselves and their family
Why are feelings a thing
happy international women's day to the trans women who rarely ever get acknowledged as the genuine women they are