Wednesday, May 21, 2008

fucked. up.

i've been really rather clumsy lately when it comes to food and drink, with stains becoming more and more prominent on my clothes. every time one of these instances happen (like just a few minutes ago when i some coffee splashed on my shirt), i say "¡aye, mina!" it's an idiosyncrasy/inside joke of my family's, referencing my maternal grandmother, who was always grandma mina. (although, in hindsight, i don't know why she wasn't just grandma. my paternal grandmother, known as grandma cano, died when i was a baby. and my dad's grandmother was just known as lady j.) "¡aye, mina!" comes from the fact that, well, grandma mina was always clumsy with food and drink and often had stains on her clothes, but man, she made the best gorditas. at some point, the saying just evolved to apply to anyone in the family who stained their clothes via food or drink.

ok, tangent over, i was trying to remember what mina was short for. so i went to my hometown paper's website and looked up her obit. (her name, by the way, was maria del pilar guillermina aƱorga salinas; isn't that kind of a rocking name?) while looking at her obit, i noticed something: the name of an ex's father.

one of my ex-boyfriend's father's was a pallbearer at my grandmother's funeral!

do you know what that means? that means my ex-boyfriend was probably at my grandmother's funeral! and i didn't even know him yet!

and of course, it only took me 15 years since the funeral and nine years since that ex and i broke up to realize this. (i previously realized that this particular ex's mother was one of the nurse's that helped deliver me when i was born, as her name is on my birth certificate. also, i know this particular ex lives in austin, too, so now that i've realized all this, i'm sure i'm going to be tripping over him some time soon.)

so yeah. fucked. up.

right?

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