Huevos? Are you sure?

WARNING! Some may consider the story below a little crude. So if you are one of those people who think even the slightest little thing is crude or offensive, then don't read any further. If you decide to read it anyway, then please don't leave a comment telling me you don't appreciate this type of humor or you thought it was a little crude etc. YOU made the choice to read it after I gave you fair warning.

You probably thought I forgot about this blog, but I haven’t, I just haven’t been spending a lot of time at the computer lately. Besides, nothing too exciting has been going on at the Rydman household. Well, we did just finish painting the living room and entranceway and it looks freakin awesome. I’ll post pictures soon. And Cam finally wrapped up his almost year long job in St. George in January! Yay! It is so nice to have Cam home during the week finally. My brother, Dave, moved in with us on January 1^st. It has been really great having him around and reconnecting with him. So, I guess things have been happening after all! I guess I just didn’t really think about blogging about it. But, the other night, something happened that Cam and I thought was pretty funny, and we decided I should write it down. It might just end up being one of those things that you really had to be there to find it funny, but I don’t care.

I got home from work about 5 pm the other night. Cam hasn’t been working much since the St. George job ended in January. He’s been working a day here and there, but nothing full time. He’s got 4 different jobs coming up, they are just waiting for permits and other red-tape construction things like that. It sounds like one of them is starting this Monday, so we are happy about that, especially Cam. He’s gotten a lot of little projects done around the house, and he did about 95% of the painting, so he’s been keeping as busy as he can. He has also taken on laundry and dinner duty, so that’s been very nice. But, he’s starting to go a little stir crazy, and I’m worried he’s going to start some huge, expensive project, if he doesn’t get back to work soon. I worry every day that I’m going to come home from work and find our bathroom is completely demolished.

Sorry, I digress. That above paragraph is my way of saying that Cam was home when I got home from work yesterday. Our friends, Lanny and Sean, were over visiting too. Cam had just put a chicken in the oven for dinner. I noticed that he had set out a box of corn bread mix. He told me he wanted to make corn bread with dinner tonight. I checked what we needed to add to the mix, and we needed 2 eggs. I told Cam that we didn’t have any eggs. I had dyed them all for Easter, and forgot to buy some last time I was at the store. He was very disappointed. I didn’t want to go all the way to the store for some eggs, so I suggested he go across the street and borrow a couple from Luis. Luis is the Spanish speaking neighbor I mentioned in the cat peeing in the outlet story. I looked out the window, and Luis’ truck wasn’t there, but his wife, Adriana’s, was. I told him Adriana was home, so he should go ask her.

In the cat-pee-outlet story I mention that Luis doesn’t speak much English. Well, Adriana speaks pretty much no English. Cam asked me what the Spanish word for “egg” was. At the same time, Sean, Lanny and I all said “huevos”. Cam seemed very surprised that that was the word for “egg”. Cam said he would wait until Luis got home. We weren’t in a big hurry, the chicken needed a couple hours to cook, so I didn’t think anything about it.

Lanny and Sean left about an hour later. A little while after they left, Cam looked at me with a very serious look, and said “Are you sure ‘huevos’ means ‘egg’ in Spanish?” I told him I was absolutely sure. He then told me that he had no idea it meant “egg”, because that is a pretty common word in the construction world for, well, I’m just going to say it, “balls”. He says he hears guys saying it all the time at work, as in “Takes a lot of huevos….” or “He must think he has big huevos…..” etc, etc. So, all these years, Cam has always thought “huevos” meant “balls”. He did not want to go over and ask Adriana for “dos huevos”. He said it was even worse that we just needed 2 of them! He was afraid that since Luis is also in construction, that Adriana would know that some American men use the word “huevos” for “balls”. He didn’t want her to misunderstand in any way what he was going over there for. So, I went over and borrowed them from Adriana.

Cam and I laughed about it all night. Especially when I asked Cam if this Sunday he wanted me to make one of his favorite breakfasts “balls rancheros”.