a.k.a North America and its Terms of endearment or North America’s Fascination With Food, Specially Of The Sweet Variety.
As we all immigrants know, it is very common to be baffled when faced with learning how to live and behave in a brand new society with a brand new culture, so different for that we come from.
New rules, new conventions, which are made more difficult to comprehend when our new home also includes learning a different language*.
Cultural differences make for some really frustrating and upsetting experiences but also for some hilarious moments.
With all the bad news, I totally forgot to say that there were great moments during the holidays too. And that’s never a good thingmcause I rarely lose sight of the little [big] things. Besides, it is rather uncharacteristic of me not to make a big fuss about presents and food, and presents, and snow, and presents and parties, and presents and stuff, you know?
So, fret not cause here it is, [cue fanfare] my much belated Christmas/New Years Eve post!!!*
Let’s start with Sid’s surprise birthday party:
I feel like bragging today.
Too much momma pride to let it pass. Besides, let’s face it. We ALL know who she got the looks from, right?
Here she is in all her glory:
She a total quadruple threat. She’s got the brains, she’s got the looks, she’s got the talent. She sings, she dances, she choreographs. In fact, she’s won many awards in all those three areas. And she’s an accomplished businesswoman! Click on the picture to see the rest of the photo shoot.
And now, champagne*!
Or a Muppets video to make you smile :)
* Another 20 extra brownie points if you got the movie reference
So this was me, in 2011.
Holy cow, was I ever feeling particularly bitter that day.
Clearly I needed
to get laid er, some chocolate. Yes. Chocolate. At least that my story and I am sticking to it.
But seriously, though, What’s with the hate? Jeez, SSG, just chillax.
I’ve mentioned before that 2010 was a great year for me. I had expected 2011 to be even better but as it turned out it all all downhill from there. And the trend continued for 2012 and 2013.
If you’ve read any of my most recent posts, 2014 didn’t exactly start with the right foot… except for one HUGE thing. Which, unbelievable enough, has its roots in 2013.
So I found myself thinking yesterday afternoon – for reasons that will become very apparent in the near future but I am not to spoil the fun, and I realized Valentine’s, which I had not thought of in a long time, is coming up soon. Even more, that the situation is completely reversed this year.
Which is incredible in many ways. For many reasons.
And just because it’s me….
There is a complication from the dental surgery.
Of course, there is a complication. There had to be one. It’s me, remember?
Do you recall how swollen my face was after the surgery? Little by little, it went away, just as it should.
But as luck would have it, the swelling returned about week ago. I noticed that it was more prominent in the morning and it was almost gone in the evening only to return the next morning.
Damnation, curse and malediction.
It all ties up like this. Continue reading
Well friends, I always try hard to stay positive and away from negative thoughts.
Today, however, I am losing that battle.
So I apologize in advance cause I am in the mood for ranting today and nothing else.
I am tired of struggling. I know everyone’s lives are difficult, if only in different ways. Everybody has it though. But I am tired of my kind of though.
I am tired of being in pain. I am tired of hospitals. I am trying of medications. I am tired of this weird body I got.
I am tired of nothing being easy for me.
I am tired of things going wrong so often. Probability theory tells me that I should expect half of the happening in my life should go wrong. Hindsight bias tells me that I probably overstating the wrong outcomes and ignoring (or underplaying) the good ones. Quite possible. But still, it feels like -in my life, anything that can go wrong WILL indeed go wrong.
Well, so much for hoping 2014 being a better year for me.
On Friday, my son -for the first time in his life, had a seizure. His girlfriend found him convulsing and called my son’s father (who is a pediatrician). His father came and while on their way to the hospital, my son had three more seizures.
He was admitted and taken to the Intensive Care Unit.
There, my son was found to have Rabdomyolysis and acute kidney failure.
Fun. Continue reading