Pelirroja, nunca mas.

Today my maestra Lucky told me that I'm not really a redhead. Now that Miranda from Sex in the City, now she's a redhead. I'm more of a blonde. I've never been challanged on this before, I just kind of sputtered.

You can learn a lot about a person in 36 hours of one-on-one conversation. She's not going to be my maestra next week because it's recommended to switch it up and try differnt accents, different teaching styles, so I'm going to have another lady named Yadira next week. But I'm going to go to her house on Sunday for lunch since we like each other so much. If all goes well, she's going to adopt a baby girl that a 16 year old at her cousin's church is giving birth to next month, and she's very excited. I found a used copy of Dr. Spock's "Como Cuidar a los Ninos" at a bookstore here, so I gave that to her as a gift. It's updated for the 90's, I'm not sure if his advise is old-fashioned but I told her that my parents referred to it in my babyhood and she said that in that case she's guaranteed to have a wonderful daughter. So that's a shout out to Mom and Dad!