Monday, June 30, 2008
This part of the country has a very distinct feel to it and we’re trying to learn the ins-and-outs of daily life here. Part of that involves decoding the language. I actually started making my own “Louisianan” to Standard American English translation dictionary to assist in this process. Here are some of the more useful items:
*wudn’t – wasn’t; as in, “You wudn’t there?”
*yous - you was/ weez - we was
*fixin’ to - getting ready to; as in, “Weez fixin’ to go shopping.”
*shek - shack; as in, “ya’ll need to park yo’ ca’ under the shek” which we heard from the clerk at the Wal-mart auto desk when having our battery checked
*cheeburger - cheeseburger. I kid you not, there is a “restaurant” here called “cheeburger, cheeburger.”
*set – sit
*mit - minute; as in, “ya’ll set down a mit”
*mu - my/ yu - you
*hep - help; as in, “We’z hea to hep yu” which David heard from the orientation lady at the hospital
*twirly whirly - fan; as in, “Ya’ll wanna keep it cool in the garage, yu gotta open your attic door and let the twirly whirlys do their thang.”
*dun fell out- I passed out; which can frequently be heard at the hospital
*buggy wuggy- shopping cart
There’s a story for this last one. On my first solo outing in Shreveport, I went to the Wal-Mart in search of an FM receiver. The man working in the electronics department was very nice and showed me where to find one. Upon seeing that they were out of stock he said, “Wouldn’t yu know it? Thems all out.” “That’s OK. I’ll check back next week,” I responded. As I was walking away, I heard him yell, “Wait a mit (see above for translation), ma’m. I got two of ‘em right here in mu (see above for translation) buggy wuggy (see above for translation).” I turned to see if he was talking to me and sure enough, he had a shopping cart that was being used to restock with two FM receivers inside. “Look like it’s yo’ lucky day!” he said. How right he was!
During that same trip to Wal-Mart as I was standing in line, the woman in front of me was getting frustrated that her kids kept running off. To get one of them to come back, she hollered, “Liza, you get back here right now fo' (see above for translation) somebody run off wichu ‘cuz they need an extra little girl.” A few seconds elapsed wherein Liza returned to the line at which time her mom continued, “Course, they’d bring you right back soons they realized how high maitnence you is!”
Despite the occasional language barrier, the people here are incredibly nice and it doesn’t take long to get to know all about someone. We were at the bank opening a checking account last week and the nice woman helping us told us all about her kids and how long she’s been in Shreveport and where all of her relatives live and where to go for good crawfish, etc. When we left, I said to David, “We never would’ve had a conversation like that at any of our previous banks.” “Yeah, but we would’ve been out of there 45 minutes ago, too!” I couldn’t argue with that.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
After that, we headed to the Flowrider which is an indoor surfing wave. It basically shoots huge amounts of water out through big jets and you can surf or boogie board on the wave it makes. Well, that's assuming you don't get a concussion trying. The first few attempts for everyone were pretty funny, but after a while they got the hang of it.
This picture gives a better view of the wave machine. That's my dad rocking the boogie board.
Neither of the two activities was compatible with pregnancy so I got to be photographer with my sister Tiffany who is due one week after me. It was still a blast. Thanks mom and dad!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Chichen Itza-I was prepared for a very hot day, but it rained pretty much the whole time we were there. I was thanking my lucky stars that I hadn’t worn a white t-shirt like one lady in our group who walked around the entire time with her arms crossed precariously across her chest…stumps for her! Here we are standing in front of the main building at the ruin site. What an amazing architectural undertaking.
David playing “Where’s Waldo” in the ruins. Don’t worry, he only had to hop two rope partitions for this shot.
Day at the beach-As you can see, the beaches in Cancun are out of this world: white sand that feels like walking in flour; crystal clear water that’s like climbing into the bathtub.
I’m in a really awkward stage of pregnancy where it looks like I’m just enjoying the all-inclusive meals a little too much. But as you can see, the baby bump is growing.
Monday, June 9, 2008
This was also my last week of work. I've been at the Sierra Speech and Language Group (SSLG for short:) since last June and it's been an amazing year. I will miss my kids and their families as well as the wonderful people with whom I worked.
A funny picture with one of my favorite little guys at work. This is his response to "smile."
My "going away" lunch with me, Maiko, Christen, and Lisa
Sunday, June 1, 2008
The moving company left a HUGE trailer in our driveway and since we were paying by the foot, we proceeded to play life-sized Tetris figuring out how to fill every cubic foot with boxes and furniture. It turns out our life's possessions can fit nicely into 14 feet of truck space. Thanks to all those who helped with loading the truck (and a huge thanks to their wives for letting them come).
Since I have been busy with work and haven't been feeling great (quite an understatement) David did most of the packing. In the process he managed to separate the skin on the tip of his pointer finger from the nail bed, an injury that is much more inconvenient than you might imagine. As David informed me, the pointer finger is essential to many daily activities (flossing, typing, etc.). The injury was exacerbated the morning of the move and we couldn’t get it to stop bleeding. Unfortunately, all of our Band-Aids were packed. David made due for as long as possible, but before too long I heard him yell from the kitchen, “That’s it! I’m going to fashion my own bandage!” The next thing I knew, he had a paper towel folded into eighths wrapped around his finger tip with clear packing tape holding the “bandage” in place. You can’t say he isn’t creative. Here’s a photo of his genius.