"Can I ax you a question?"

I just do not get it! I work in the research unit in one of the big hospitals in Boston, so the my coworkers are mostly highly educated people, you know the ones with 2 degrees and lots of letters after their names. None the less some of them would approach you with "can I ax you a question?"! Every single time when I hear that, I have this vivid imagine of a low budget 80's horror movie in which lots of heads and limbs get chopped up! It makes me cringe and my poor brain hurts!

By no means I would say that I am an expert in the English language. After all it is my second language, but if you know anything about Eastern Europe, you would know that we learn English in school. And yes, it is not the most "current, hip" version of English, but at least it's proper! I can only imagine how I would have been smacked upside my head if I would have said something like that to my English teacher. Not to mention that she would have made me write all the forms of the verb "to ask" 100 times until the next lesson!

I read this article the other day, that it's considered bad manners to correct somebody's grammar! But is it really? I would rather have someone pull me aside and point out my mistakes (in a respectful manner, of course) than to continue to sound like a street smachk!

So what do you think?

Looking towards the future

As I was traveling with the train in the morning and C. decided to let me know she is also awake and would like some activities I had this vivid image of my kid in 3 or 4 or 5 years from now on running around at Kenny Bunk with a bunch of other kids. (Just a side note, my in-laws have a trailer there). I don't know what she will look like (my husband A was mentioning the other night that he can't picture that either), or what will her personality be. But for some strange reason I kept thinking of my friend K and her stories about her childhood when she and her brothers spent a whole summers at a camp ground with the grandparents. And then I could picture A and I buying a little pop up trailer and traveling with the kids during the summer vacations (yes, we would like more than one, even though this one is not around yet).

It's amazing how much one's perspective over life changes when it's not only about them anymore. It hit me the other night that life will sure be completly different from now on. Don't get me wrong, I don't regret it, and I would still do it in a heart beat, but unknown still scares me!

Reaccuring

For some strange reason, ever since I have gotten my licence I have this reaccuring dream that I am on 95 driving on the wrong way. You know the movie Matrix? The second part? When Trinity and Morpheus are on the highway trying to escape the agents, and Trinity turns the motorcicle around and starts going against traffic? Well, that would be me (I whole lot less cooler looking than her, though). I have no idea why I dream this all the time since nothing could posses me hard enough to ever be doing that. Driving is a lot of fun, but my dream is so real sometimes that when I get behind the wheel I have to remind myself to make sure that I drive on the right way of the street!

Later!

That's not what I was asking for

As teenagers my brother and I used to bicker to my mom (half jocking and half serious) that she did not manage to give birth to us some thousands of miles away from where we were (Romania). Trust me, growing up in a country under Communist times, where everyone is watching and spying on everyone else, you would have bickered too! Funny enough, years later, my wish came true. I now live close to Boston, thousands and thousands odd miles away from Romania. The problem? I wish I was more specific in my bickering and asked for some warm climate thousands of miles away, like California!
My father in law called yesterday from Florida to tell me (more like rubbing it in) that he was at the pool, warm and cozy with a cold beer in hand. That made me think even more of how much I hate the cold weather in Boston that lasts until May. Ok, maybe my dislike is also based on the fact that I got to the point when completely buttoning my winter coat is not possible anymore, so there is aways some sort of breeze (I do refuse to buy a maternity winter coat just for few more months!)

So, please do pray for some warm, sunny weather coming our way!

Salem Falls

I am reading this book by Jodi Picoult, "Salem Falls". First I have to say that I am a huge fan of her work. There is something very "real" about her work. Now back to the book I am reading, I am not going to spoilt it for you, but the story is about a guy who gets accused of rape twice. The striking thing for me is how the little things we do in life can be twisted and turned around against us. How the most innocent things we do could be taken out of context and used for a conclusion completly different than the reality. I am firm believer that there is always a cause and an effect in all we do. We might not always understand the cause, but there is always one. We might not always like the effect of our actions, but there is always one!

Trust me if you have not read anything by Picoult, it's worth trying.

He ate my breakfast!

You know that thing that we all said when we were in school and did not do the homework? "The dog ate my homework!" Well, this is a stretch from that, but Poomba ate my breakfast in the morning. At least part of it. I have made a ham sandwich to eat when I get to work (yes, I know eating a ham sandwich for breakfast is strange, but so is eggs, steak and cheese!) and put it in my purse. When I came back from brushing my hair he was already in there biting from my sandwich, wrapping and all. Since I had no time to make a different one, I had to wait until I got to work and then cut off the piece he chewed on it. Ok, it was pretty yuchoo, but I was hungry!

I bet if we are not going to pay attention he will share the cereal with the baby in the future!