Esta iniciativa de ¡Esa Vida Nuestra! me parece bien chevere porque ha traido a mi mente momentos felices, en mi casa gozamos un mundo cuando a veces traemos a colacion esa jerga tan sabrosa que es producto de nuestras anécdotas y luego la convertimos en divertidas chanzas en cualquier ocasión que lo amerite.
Mi hermana cuando estaba pequeña era full pilas, decía unos embustes bárbaros, tenía dos años pero hablaba clarito con algunas excepciones, mi hermano mayor por maldad, a los muñecos de ella le colocaba pilas para que cuando ella le quitara el chupón, el bebe “Nenuco” (¡Rodó cédula allaaaaá!) llorara a todo gañote, cosa que ella detestaba, no le gustaba para nada, soltaba el muñeco y se iba corriendo, bueno, a mi me daba risa y al reirme era complice…
Guaco ( sobrenombre de mi hermano en aquél entonces porque ella no sabía pronunciarlo como era) y Neny, hicieron que Ricky (el muñeco, si, todos nuestros muñecos tenían nombres) llorara mucho, me pegaron, me jalaron los pelos por la cabeza así y asao, no me dieron ni un POTICO de jugo y de paso me dieron por la PATADA…
La patada era su traserito… ¿Quién le dijo a ella o de donde sacó que a esa parte del cuerpo se le llamaba así? nadie la enseñó, nosotros escuchamos y mas risa nos dió, las carcajadas no dejaban que nos defendieramos, no podíamos, obviamente nuestra madre sabía la verdad pero ¿A quien favoreció? a la mas pequeña y nosotros castigados a hacer algún oficio ¡jajajaja!
En otra ocasión, mi madre a veces conseguía los plátanos como roídos en la punta, ella se preocupaba pensando que podía ser un ratón, hasta que una vez descubrió que no era ningún roedor sino la misma inventora del párrafo anterior, mi mamá le preguntaba:
¡Pero Muchacha que haces!
Aquí má, comiendo piátano…
Por lo menos sincera era, no se le puede negar jajaja!
Ya basta de meterme con ella…por hoy.😏
Mi doble.
Miren, mi papá era un señor muy culto, bien hablado, elegante, pero en la casa, con sus panas y gente muy cercana decía unas palabras que no he escuchado en otro lugar, que no sé si es propia de los Andes o de Caracas, y que para mi eran muy normales.
En una ocasión, imaginense a la mini Yen de 7 u 8 años, estudiando fajada quien sabe que, mi papá orgulloso me vió y dijo:
Yo estaba felíz cuando me dijo eso y mi mamá me vió las intenciones y me dijo:
Ustedes se imaginan a la mini Yen diciendo:
Eso no pienso traducirlo al inglés, no lo entenderían.😏
Tenía por mi lado paterno un tio abuelo hermoso , gran maestro de obras, muy trabajador, impecable, empezaba y terminaba temprano su faena, y a veces dizque lo ayudabamos, y el nos decía:
¡El Centrímetro pes!…
Menos mal se me ocurrio ver a mi mamá, que con sus ojos clarito me dijo que sin chistar se lo pasara, luego me dijo que no se me ocurriera corregirlo porque así como me quería, también me podía no hablar mas por haberle corregido, yo caso hago, y calladita me veo mas bonita…
Ajá y por ser obediente, siempre, cuando yo tenía como 11 años, esto me da risa… pero bueh… en el negocio familiar de aquella época, el socio de mi papá era un amable Italiano que quisimos mucho, a él y su familia, una vez, estábamos todos limpiando, haciendo inventario de la mercancia y bla bla, en una de esas me dijo:
Yen… ¿Puedes venir un momento?
Si claro, dígame.
¿Puedes ir por favor a comprarme un gato?
Un gato… ¿Un gato?
Si, Yen… ¿Puedes?
Si claro que si, ya vengo…
Bendito padre, resulta que cerca del negocio había una tienda para mascotas y al lado una panadería, yo no terminaba de salir porque la duda me carcomía , no me atrevía a preguntar de nuevo no se fuera a molestar porque pensaría que yo no quería hacerle el favor, yo quería agradarle porque el era muy genial…
Me dijo en una de esas… Yennn, por favor que sea un gato naranja… (bien bello pues, dije dentro de mi)…
Quien sabe que cara tenía yo, mi madre siempre salvandome la patria, intuyó que pasaba y seguramente habló con la esposa del señor en cuestión y me llamaron, pensé de nuevo: (Bestiale me van a regañar por tardarme con el gato…)
Yen, por favor, discúlpa disculpa a mi esposo que por flojera no habla bien, esta loco, es un GATORADE lo que quiso decir, sabor naranja….
Mi papá literal rojo de la risa en una esquina, el socio recibiendo regaños y mi mamá pelando aquellos ojos para que me apurara con el famoso gato…
Anécdotas hay muchas, así que mejor le cedo el pase a 
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[This initiative of that Life of Ours (@charjaim/esa-vida-nuestra-initiativa-12) seems very cool to me because it has brought to mind happy moments In my house we really enjoy when we sometimes take that tasty jargon product of our anecdotes and then we turn it into funny jokes on any occasion that warrants it.
My sister when she was little was very witty, she was two years old but she spoke clearly, some words were invented or she did not know how to pronounce them well, otherwise she understood everything, my older brother was very naughty, he took my little sister's dolls and put batteries in them so that when my sister took the pacifier away the doll would cry, it was something she hated, she did not like it at all, she would throw the doll and run away, well, it made me laugh and when I laughed I was my brother's accomplice for the mischief.
I would go to my mother and tell her: Guaco (my brother's nickname at the time because I didn't know how to pronounce it) and Yen, they made Ricky cry a lot (the doll, yes, all our dolls had names), they hit me, they ripped me off the hairs on my head and by the way they kicked me again for the kick…
It turns out that The kick is how he understood what the back of his body was called, that is, his rear... Who told him to call it that? We didn't go, but she made us laugh too much at her ability to invent it at only two years old, we listened to her and laughed more, obviously our mother knew the truth but who did she favor? She, the youngest, my brother, and I were punished for doing some work at home haha!
Another time, my mother sometimes had plátanos (better known as bananas) come into the kitchen gnawed on the tip, she was worried thinking it could be a mouse until once she discovered that it was not any rodent but the same inventor of the previous paragraph, my mother asked her:
But child what are you doing!!!
Here ma, eating piatano....
At least she was honest, there's no denying her haha!
Enough messing with her...for today.😏
My sister.
On my paternal side I had a beautiful great-uncle, a great master builder, very hardworking, impeccable, he started and finished his work early, and sometimes we liked to help him, and he would tell us:
The centimetre!.......
My uncle was not a studied person, sometimes he said the wrong words, instead of saying centimeter he said it was centimeter thinking it was well said, when I heard him I thought I had not listened well and I turned to see my mother and with a look, she told me not to correct him, I listened and gave him what he asked for.
It seemed very funny to me but my mother explained to me not to laugh at what he said and to respect him, because first, he is an older person, second because he was my uncle and third because although he loved me very much he could get upset if I corrected him, so I listened to him and behaved well.
Aha and to be dutiful, when I was about 11 years old, this makes me laugh... in the family business back then, my dad's partner was a nice Italian guy that we loved very much, he and his family, time, we were all cleaning, taking inventory of the merchandise and in one of those moments he said to me:
Yen... Can you come here for a moment?
Yes sure, tell me.
Can you please go buy me a cat?
A cat... A cat?
Yes, Yen... Can you?
Yes of course I can, I'm coming...
Blessed father, it turns out that near the store there was a pet store and next to it a bakery, I did not finish leaving because the doubt was eating me, I did not dare to ask again, I did not want to bother him because he would think I did not want to do him the favor, I wanted to please him because he was very cool....
He said to me in one of those... Yennn, please let it be an orange cat.... (now I must look for a cat of that color, that gentleman if he invents because he wants a cat, is it that he wants a pet?)...
Who knows what face I had, my mother, always reading my mind, intuited what was going on and surely talked to the wife of the gentleman in question and they called me, I thought again: (I will be scolded for being late with the cat that I have not looked for...).
Yen, excuse my husband who out of laziness does not speak well, he is crazy, it's the GATORADE energy drink I meant, orange flavor ....
My father literally red with laughter was in a corner, my partner was scolded and my mother was looking at me with those big cute eyes to hurry me up with the famous cat...
We could go on with the funny words but I'd rather they tell us now,
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