Thursday, January 29, 2015

Some days I'm just inguistically impaired

A multilingual mind is a source of great entertainment. The other day, a run to the grocery store had me laughing out loud in the middle of the fruits and vegetables section. Fortunately I usually shop with earphones plugged in and my phone in my pocket, so my fellow 21st century shoppers didn't bat an eyelash.

Some useful background: Usually when I decide to swing by the grocery store for just a few things (say less than 5),  I don't write out a list. Instead, I just memorize the first letter of each item. It's usually easy enough because when I'm going for such a small amount, I'm hunting down the usual suspects: eggs, bread, ham, cheese, carrots (we juice), sugar, wine (it has grapes and thus it's health food, period).

More useful background information: I love to listen to audiobooks in my car, too. My phone's blue tooth is always on, so when I turn on the car, I just hit play and find out who dies, finds hidden treasure, or unexpectedly wakes up in Latvia. It makes travel time and errands so much more fun. If I'm not in a hurry, I deliberately stand in longer lines.

With all this in mind, one fine day, I'm driving home and gabbing on the phone with the hubby (with whom I speak Spanish) and he asks me to swing by for a few items. "Sure," I say. We make disgusting kissy noises at each other, I hang up, and my speakers switch back to playing my book (in English). A couple of miles later, I pull into the parking lot of a grocery store, pop in my headphones so that I can keep listening and make my way to the front door. As I walk through the automatic doors and take my minicart, I pause my book and repeat my letters out loud as I head inside—you know, the ones that are supposed to help me remember what I'm there to buy. In a fantastic moment of crossed wires, I can't remember which language I used when selecting the letters!

There I am, armed with H, C and P thinking "Great. Is this huevos, café y pan or ham, carrots and... wait, what do we commonly buy that starts with a P in English?" I start to smile, sure that I've resolved my problem, but then I think of something. "Crap. Pasta. Pasta starts with a P."

Foiled by bilingualism. Realizing my completely ridiculous dilemma, I start to laugh and soon I can't stop! Because now all I can think of is that maybe it's true that having too many choices is paralyzing! At this point, I don't know what's funnier, that I can't remember the food contents of my own home or that I'm incapacitated by my languages. I'm linguistically impaired! More laughing that gets a chuckle from the guy next to me checking out the tomatoes. I start to imagine that he's confused because he left thinking T and now can't recall if that was T for tomatoes or tortillas! This new bit of absurdity feeds the hilarity. Just as my mind starts making things up about zucchini woman nearby,  I text the hubby.

Oh my, I've got to say, that was a really fun grocery store run!

Monday, March 3, 2014

My Inner Geek

Today I'm rather proud of myself. I managed to tweak a few things here and there in Blogger's XHTML code with no help (zero, none, nada) from any of my geek friends. Well, sort of. I didn't call anyone, but I did scour the Internet.

My point: as far as non-geeks go, I have a touch o'geekiness. I cannot boast the title Geek of the code-writing, major-hacking, bad-ass-fixing variety by any stretch of the imagination, but I have gotten in touch with my inner geek. It was beautiful.

Getting to the code and managing to do what I wanted to do with it has me doing the happy dance--the geeky all-knees-and-elbows I-fixed-it-my-self happy dance.

Wait… Are You Shrinking?

Why yes.

This blog started in 2007 and is now officially enormous and probably needs to be pruned. So for now, I'm hiding some of the old so that I can edit and reorganize… or not. To be honest, I'm not quite sure what I'll do with it.

Then funny part is that I was going to pull the whole thing, and then I saw people are still reading it. Yay! So as long as there's potential to connect with others, I  suppose I won't axe the whole thing. But yes, it needs to shrink.

Over the years, the bloggers that I interact with have changed, probably in part because I post less here than I used to. In looking at my Scribbler Pad visitors, there are quite a few of you that I don't know and would love to, so feel free to say hi in the comments and share your blog link (or twitter or wherever you like to publish).

Saturday, August 31, 2013

15 Reasons to Travel

Don't ask me why 15. I have no idea. It's the first number that popped into my head, so let's see if I can manage to limit myself to it. OK, so why travel?

1. To get away from this heat. Seriously, no one ever really gets used to being over 100F.

2. To be near a body of water. And yes, this directly relates to number 1. Jumping in the pool helps, but even at 10 pm, it's so warm it's like swimming in pee.

3. To be able to walk around. Again heat-related, but also to do with living in the suburbs of a highway town where nothing can really be called walking distance.

4. To hang out at the airport. I know most people hate dealing with the airport, but I actually like it.

5. To read non-workrelated texts without interruptions. That's one of the perks of hanging out at the airport. At first I really hated the new security regulations that didn't let non-travelers accompany you to the gate, until I realized it gave me time to read.

6. To get another stamp in my passport. A well-worn passport with multiple stamps is just art.

7. To add quirky slang to my vocabulary. I like to adopt words that exist my languages or just swipe foreign words and work them into daily conversation. Among my favorites: yalla!

8. To discover what I'm like in a completely different context. Anyone that says that we're all nature and no nurture clearly never travels.

9. To experience us in a different context. Travel adds fun to marriage.

10. To eat! I love to eat and it's an awesome way to find out about places. Food always comes with history and great conversation.

11. To see my own life and culture from someone else's point of view. Commercials, ads, chats with locals, newspapers all add up to a really interesting perspective I could never see on my own.

12. To have new stories to tell, good and bad. The best part is that sharing travel stories with friends and family always inspires them to share their own stories, and I just love a good story.

13. To buy cool stuff I can't get at home. And no, not everything on earth is sold on ebay or Amazon; it just feels that way sometimes.

14. To make friends in far places. There are too many good reasons to do that!

15. To get away from winter. That's right, winter. The whole reason I have traveling on the brain is because we're planning and plotting to fly south for the winter—or at least par of it. It's time to check out what the South Americans are up to. Chile, here we come!

What are your reasons for traveling? Oh, and if you've been to Chile and know of something awesome we should experience, now is the time to tell me!

Thursday, July 11, 2013

So I've got a little side project going and could use some help!

If you are a pet owner and you have 3 minutes you can give me, please answer this 10-question survey.

The sooner I reach my goal, the sooner I can go to the lake and read a book. So please pass it on to other people with critters. Thanks!

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(Zero personal info required an nothing sold to you at all. Promise.)

Saturday, December 1, 2012

NaNoWriMo 2012

NaNoWriMo 2012

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers

It's time for a life makeover! Not sure what that means yet, but I'm ready. Tons of amazing projects have found there way to my mighty list.

I love major shifts. Big changes are exciting and a great opportunity to get rid of the clutter. And I don't just mean the boxes of unused stuff we still hang onto; I mean naysayer clutter, too.

We've done a good job of surrounding ourselves with good, kind, and inspiring people who are true friends always. Still, there's always an Eeyore around. Sigh, I say. And as I admit to my own inner Eeyore (he's small, but there), the weight of someone else's pessimism is, well, exhausting.

So, time for new cloths, a different home (more on that in a few months), unknown places and spaces to dream together. Prophets of doom, we love you, but you'll just have to chill out and roll with it or just know you'll have to pout sans us. If ever you're looking to get in touch with your inner Tigger (T-I-double guh-er), we'll be around and happy to come out and play. We're easy to spot: We're the super happy people.


The NONEXISTENT Rockway Press Short Story Contest

Rockway Press never actually posted the winners of the 2007 contest. Their site has entirely disappeared, and they're on the Preditors and Editors list.