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I can still remember all these things:

I grew up in a household where coffee, milk and sugar were part 
of a balanced breakfast. 
 
I grew up in a household where my ADD and ADHD was treated with 
'en cuanto te coja te voy a dar una paliza' instead of Ritalin.* 
 
I grew up in a household where all it took was just ONE look. 
 
I grew up in a household where we loved white rice and fried eggs. 
 
I grew up in a household where lentil soup was considered 'comida de preso' 
 
I grew up in a household where Spanish was my primary language. 
 
I grew up in a household where Spanish was my only language... 
 
I grew up in household where I had to go to my school open house 
to translate for my parents. 
 
I grew up in a household where my brother and I shared a room 
until I was fifteen. 
 
I grew up in a household where music or TV was never played on Good Friday. 
 
I grew up in a household where we ate 'bacalao' on Good Friday 
because all other fish was too expensive. 
 
I grew up in household where we ate 'lechon' at Thanksgiving. 
 
I grew up in a household where we ate 'lechon' at Nochebuena. 
 
I grew up in a household where we ate 'lechon' at birthday parties. 
Come to think of it, I grew up in a household where we ate 'lechon' 
at every social function. 
 
I grew up in a household where Tilo and Manzanilla were the remedies 
to end all ailments. 
 
I grew up in a household where I could have cafe con leche for breakfast 
but I was too young for a buchito de cafe. 
 
I grew up in a household where we watched la novela while we were 
having dinner. 
 
I grew up in a household where I was not allowed to sleepover at anybody's >house but they could all come over to our house. 
 
I grew up i n a household where we didn't need El Cable because 
we only watched El Canal 23. 
 
I grew up in a household where the carpool was 'el ride', 'el carrito' was 
the lunchman y 'la lonchera' was the lunch box. 
 
I grew up in a household where 'la carne' was from 'la carniceria' and 
the groceries were from 'la bodega'. 
 
I grew up in a household where meat and potatoes were literally 
'carne con papas.' 
 
I grew up in a household where oxtail stew had the colorful name of 
'rabo encendido' or a fiery tail. 
 
I grew up in a household where people were either 'blanco, Negro, indio o >chino.' 
 
I grew up in a household where we drank Bustelo because El Pico was 
for Puerto Ricans. 
 
I grew up in a household where we ate 'frijoles negros y colorados ', 
many times burned to a crisp by and exploding in la 'olla de Presion'! 
 
I grew up in a household where the oven was used exclusively to store 
'Las cazuelas' and the oil. 
 
I grew up in a household where 'Los perros' was the dog track, 'Las >Maquinitas' were slot machines and 'el juego' was anything related to >Gambling. 
 
I grew up in a household ran by Cubans. 
 
I survived in that household ran by Cubans. 
 
And I'm proud of it!!! 
 
Darn, it's great to be CUBAN IN AMERICA! 

THANK YOU MOM AND DAD FOR ALL THAT YOU HAVE TAUGHT ME FOR I WILL NEVER FORGET! YOUR THOUGHTS ARE WITH ME DAY IN AND DAY OUT......SPECIALLY THE ONE MOM WHERE YOU SAID TO TREAT EVERYONE WITH RESPECT AND TO MAKE AS MANY FRIENDS AS I COULD THOUGH SOME PEOPLE ARE RUDE IN NATURE..THIS IS AMERICA.......THE LAND OF DREAMS AND SOMETIMES MAKE BELIEF..............I MISS YOU SO MUCH WITH TEARS IN MY EYES...........I SEND YOU LOTS OF LOVE AND KISSES BECAUSE I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE WITH ME.............................XXXXXX0 AND THANK YOU GOD FOR KEEPING ME SAFE AND MY FAMILY.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL FOX35 EMPLOYEES AND BLOGGERS  MAY YOU ALL ENJOY THIS THANKSGIVING WITH YOUR LOVE ONES. REMEMBER LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO WASTE ON PETINESS. LIVE TODAY FOR WE MAY NOT KNOW WHAT TOMORROW WILL BRING..................................HAPPY TURKEY DAY!