More Posts Coming Soon!!


Hi All!

I know I have been MIA for over 6 months…wow how time flies when you actually are done with immigration B.S.!

I am sorry to those who have been emailing me and all those who are just looking for some help!  I have been so busy this last year and have put Our Life In Spanglish on the back burner, but not anymore!  I will be putting up a new post this coming Sunday and hope to be active again in answering emails and posting new blog posts:)

Congratulations to those of you who have been approved and good luck to those still waiting!

Thanks for your patience and I’ll see you on Sunday!



Ohhh Christmas Tree, Ohhh Christmas Tree!


Christmas is my ultimate favorite holiday of the year!  I could literally write a thousand reasons why I love Christmas so much.

Growing up my grandparents house was the place to be during Christmas time!  My Grandma Dolly would completely transform her entire house to a winter wonderland.  Every, I mean EVERY picture, dinnerware, bedding, you name it, was changed to something Christmas-y.  My Grandma Shell, (as I write this, it may seem as though those are really funny names for grandmas but I promise it makes sense if you knew us;p ) she had the most beautiful Christmas tree in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD.  Every year she collects at least one new ornament and adds it to the tree the next year.  I even remember one year she put up just a small tree because she had surgery that year and couldn’t put everything up, and boy-oh-boy did she hear it from all of us!

Even now, 24 years later, BOTH of my grandmas still decorate their house the same way with the same Christmas spirit!  I am proud to say that I have inherited the same Christmas Spirit:) Mr. Spanglish on the other hand…well he needs a little Christmas fairy to dust him with some Holiday spirit that’s for sure.

Today we had off of work and I thought it would be a great day to set up all the Christmas stuff.  So, I made a deal with him.  I said that if he brought all of the stuff up from the basement he would be off the hook for the rest of the day and leave all the actual decorating for me.  He swiftly agreed thinking he was getting a good deal.  Twenty Rubbermaids, and four 7-9 foot tall Christmas trees later he was rethinking his end of the deal.

I was so excited.  I had the Christmas music on, modern, classic, and oldies Christmas songs with Elvis Presley’s Christmas album my favorite:) I was directing Mr. Spanglish to put what goes where, I had him drill a few holes, pound a few nails, hang a few lights, and wah-la! It was beginning to look a lot like Christmas.Ourlifeinspanglish

OurlifeinspanglishOurlifeinspanglishAs Mr. Spanglish’s frustration continues to boil about me not keeping to my end of the bargain and letting him on his merry way, I continue to appreciate his handy skills and most of all strength. How in the world did I survive without his muscles the last 2 years, all the way from carrying the groceries in the house(all in one load/trip) to picking up and placing the dog in the bath tub for a scrub-a-dub-dub…all things that were somewhat difficult for me when he wasn’t here. Pathetic, I know.  What can I say? I love that I can rely on him for small(and big) physical tasks like that:)  ANYWAY, he was frustrated.  To a normal person all the music and decorations and happiness would be enough to excite and stimulate a little holiday cheer, right? Wrong.  Sometimes I have to remember that I have an abnormal genuine LOVE for Christmas(thanks to my grandmas!)  and that I shouldn’t expect everyone else to feel the same way and that putting up 1 Christmas tree is usually enough of a Christmas spirit, not 4 trees like I do!

Even though I didn’t keep my end of the deal and made my husband suffer through helping me decorate and get our house in the Christmas spirit he did get to pick out a BRAND SPANKING NEW phone that night so I think all is forgiven:D

Tamales, Not Turkey. Thanksgiving With A Mexican.


Happy Thanksgiving!

I LOVE Thanksgiving.  You know what I love even more than Thanksgiving?  Thanksgiving FOOD.  You know…turkey, cranberries(the kind from the can that pops out and has a prefect jello mold, mmmm yum), stuffing, dinner rolls, sweet potatoes, 15 kinds of gravy, and of course green bean casserole!

We always travel for every holiday but it has just worked out that the last few years we have Thanksgiving at home.  It has been kind of nice.  Don’t get me wrong, I love to be with family and they are always more than welcome to join us, but because of distance to relatives we usually just have this holiday to ourselves.  Cooking is one of my hobbies so I do it often and honestly Thanksgiving was just another day in this household because I cook big meals often.  I really don’t mind it because than I can cook whatever I want and how ever I want and no one tells me otherwise…except my loving husband:D  grrr

So, here’s how Thanksgiving Eve goes.

I ask Mr. Spanglish if he’s excited for Thanksgiving and with a nod of the head and a small apathetic smile I could tell he was indifferent.  So, I naturally start to list off all the reasons why it will be so wonderful to get him in the holiday mood including the day off, the family time(the two of us and my mom), “Festival of  the Trees” (a place to go see hundreds of uniquely decorated Christmas trees to raise money for charity), and obviously the food.  I manage to finally get him excited to at least eat the delicious feast I was going to prepare the next day🙂

Thanksgiving Day:

So, I was up until 2 AM getting last minute things prepared for the morning and have been up since about 8 to make sure that everything is all ready for a 2 O’clock Thanksgiving dinner.  Like I said before, it was just like any other day(once all the prep work was done).  I love to cook and had the turkey in the oven and already gave the left over organs from the turkey to our dog( FYI: organs, such as the heart and liver, are really good for your little furry friends by the way).  I was well into cooking when my husband was on the phone with his sister wishing her a Happy Thanksgiving.  I could hear that they were talking about what Mexican foods they were making for Thanksgiving and what their traditional dishes were.  After their conversation Mr. Spanglish comes into the kitchen and starts to peek around to see what I was making and then, after riffling through everything, asks demands, “Where are the tamales?!”

Just for all the gentlemen readers, I would advise you that whenever your wife is doing something out of the goodness of her heart and selflessly has been cooking for the last 3 days straight, you act as though it is not necessary but most defiantly appreciated.  OK,  got it? Good.  Well, needless to say that is something my husband did not comprehend, or at least think through before he accusingly asked where all the tamales where.

Well, much to his surprise, his gringa for a wife did not make any tamales but instead made a complete and wonderful “white” Thanksgiving feast with turkey.  I think that with the glare of fiery eyes I gave Mr. Spanglish, he realized the slip of his tongue was not appreciated.  I answered his question matter of factly with a hint of sneer and announced, “Dinner will be ready in an hour.”

I guess next year we will be having a fiesta rather than a feast!

You Know You’re Legal once you get an OFFICIAL Social Security Card.


Welp! We got it! We got Mr. Spanglish’s SSN!

We were eagerly awaiting this day, seriously, we could not wait ANOTHER day for it to come!  Mr. Spanglish was hired and on that same day he received his SS card in the mail!  Mr. Spanglish came home and started looking for job opportunities right away.  He could not wait to start working as his past days consisted of video games and Netflix.  He was ambitious to make a living and contribute to the household expenses, and in order to get a job he needed his SSN.  Now that he has it, getting a job will be a completely different experience he has ever had in the past.

Because I love my job and have AMAZING bosses I managed to convince Mr. Spanglish to get a job with the same employer.  I know, I know.  It may SEEM as though I already have separation anxiety and that I am an affection starved lonely wife that has to control every move of her husband because he has been away so long.  But I can assure that is NOT me.   Yes, I missed my husband.  Yes, I delight in spending every second with him.  Yes, I have family get together’s and anniversary dates planned already. But the REAL reason I wanted my husband to work where I work is because I know what to expect.  I have been in my  career for almost 4 years and I know how things work and what the expectations are.

The last 3 years I have been so weighed down by the unknown I feel like I couldn’t take anymore of it.  Knowing that my husband will be working in a KNOWN(by me) environment makes me(and him) feel better for the time being.  I’m sure down the road as Mr. Spanglish explores his career options as a newly legal permanent resident, he will be engulfed in a magnitude of things he will want to do with his life.  But for the time being he will be working side by side with his awesome wifey:)

Mythical Monday


With so much controversy around the issue of undocumented immigrants, it’s easy to overlook the fact that most of the foreign-born living in the United States have followed the rules and have permission to be here.  Of the more than 31 million foreign-born people living in the United States in 2009, about 20 million were either citizens or legal residents. Of those who did not have authorization to be here, about 45 percent entered the country legally and then let their papers expire.


Mr. Spanglish Is Home On U.S. Soil!


We are home!!! Mr. Spanglish is home in the U.S.!!!

I. CANNOT. BELIEVE. THIS.  I have been waiting for this moment for the last 4 years of my life.  The feeling of knowing that the person you love will actually be able to live with you LEGALLY in your native country(a feeling most people have without even thinking about it).  It is something to be cherished and not taken for granted.

Mr. Spanglish went on a different flight from Mexico to our connecting flight in Houston and hour earlier than my mom and me.  We did that so that Mr. Spanglish would have ample time to get through customs and still be able to catch the last flight home that night with us.  Houston is like never ever busy, I mean never.  Wouldn’t you know it, the day my husband has to go through customs, the visitor line is backed all the way up to China!  Mr. Spanglish was STILL waiting in line when our plane landed.

 Even as I watched my husband waiting for his turn on the other side of the line waiting for his turn to get interrogated, searched, scrutinized, and put to the test by a customs officer, I was still thrilled that he was in the United States with me.  Every time the line would move a little bit I would lose and gain sight of him and EVERY TIME I would perpetually wave and shout at him.  I wanted the 2,000 people in the facility to know that MYYYY husband was legally entering the country.  There was no hiding about it.  No coyotes to pay.  No trunks to get in and possibly be left for dead.  No running for your life from  a K-9 cop and Customs and Boarder control officers at your heals in the middle of the desert with an ounce of water left.  None of that.  This was all legal my frand, we all worked to the bone for this moment and I wanted the world to know.  

It was quite a feat to get Mr. Spanglish home with delayed flights and hours at customs.  Despite the inconveniences that day my mom and I had the luxury of accompanying my husband back to the states and it was an incredible moment when my husband finally made it through customs.

Mr. Spanglish Got His Immigrant Visa Today!


DHL package with the visa inside!

Mr. Spanglish got his immigrant visa today!!!!!!! We ACTUALLY have it in hand! We are SO extremely happy.  We still have another 2 weeks left to enjoy a vacation in Mexico and all we wanna do is go home since we’ve received it!  Mr. Spanglish does not want to spend another second in Mexico!

As soon as Mr. Spanglish was done with his medicals we waited and watched and waited some more for the REFUSED on the immigrant visa cite to change to ISSUED.  We received a tracking number through DHL for his visa.  Even though I am in Mexico right now with Mr. Spanglish at the nicest, most exquisite resort on the west side of Mexico relaxing and enjoying the time off work, I am still attached to my technical devices checking every 5 minutes to see if we have gotten an update on when his visa will arrive.

It took 6 days from the time  Mr. Spanglish had his medicals redone to the time we got the visa.  It sure was a nerve racking 6 days though.  I still won’t feel 100% at peace until Mr. Spanglish is at home with me in the U.S. enjoying a hot cup of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee watching Netflix on sofa in our very own home.