25.6.06
visa run!
Just a quick note to say that we are leaving in a few hours to begin our journey to fly out of the country. We have to, for Visa reasons, but we will be back the first half of July. I have to make this short because we are a bit rushed. Apparently the South Asian culture is getting to me. Not only did I not make my color coded packing list that I always look forward to creating, but we just started packing last night/this morning. And this is almost a 2 week trip! So I need to finish up, and spend some QT with Chini. She's going to be staying in the country and I don't want her to forget us. We are so excited! When I'm back on here, I'll be rested, refreshed, and full of beef.
22.6.06
mister car wash
We just got back from another trip to Ctown. While there, our friend Kyle was driving us around, and he was pulled over. Kyle told us that was the 6th time in 4 days he had been pulled over. Talk about racial profiling! Well the policeman pulled us over to tell Kyle that he needed to wash his car.
The next day we went to a car wash in a gas station. It was exactly like they are in the states - behind the shop with a little area that you drive into - except that there was nothing mechanical. It was a bunch of men that washed the car. The car in front of us got the deluxe wash, meaning the inside of the car was washed. And when I say washed, I mean fire-hosed down. They took out the seats of the car and just hosed the interior. Needless to say, we opted out of the deluxe wash.
The next day we went to a car wash in a gas station. It was exactly like they are in the states - behind the shop with a little area that you drive into - except that there was nothing mechanical. It was a bunch of men that washed the car. The car in front of us got the deluxe wash, meaning the inside of the car was washed. And when I say washed, I mean fire-hosed down. They took out the seats of the car and just hosed the interior. Needless to say, we opted out of the deluxe wash.
15.6.06
villages
We just got back from going on another village trip today. It was much more successful than the last time. About the only info we came away with our last trip was that that particular village does not like Western women. As a lot of the towns around here are, it is a tourist town, and about the only women who would smile, much less talk to me, were tourists from the now sweltering capital. But today we went to a larger town south of us, and had a much better time. We first ate lunch in a local open air cafe (wow...that makes it sound a lot nicer than they typically are. Let's just say, while sitting there, I saw two roaches crawling on the walls) Since there's usually only a few places to sit in there, a man came and sat at our table with us, and husband struck up a conversation with him. He sat and lunched with us, and we made plans to meet up with him at his home next week when we return. This man even paid our bill for us when he left. Almost immediately two other men joined our table, and turns out, one man is Priya's first cousin. So he gave us his business card, and we left so others could sit. We finished off our trip by money walking, and left much more encouraged. At the moment, the MTs are in the village we went to last week, and hopefully since no women are with them, they are having better luck.
Also, a random thing happened. We stopped in a pharmacy on our money walking, and I looked on the shelf and saw husband's cologne! What are the chances? In the states, this cologne was tres expensive, as normal there, but at this obscure pharmacy, it was only $6! Ha! What a country.
Also, a random thing happened. We stopped in a pharmacy on our money walking, and I looked on the shelf and saw husband's cologne! What are the chances? In the states, this cologne was tres expensive, as normal there, but at this obscure pharmacy, it was only $6! Ha! What a country.
7.6.06
water, water everywhere
The way we get water in our house is quite different than the wonderful automatic pipes in the states. We have a 1,000 Liter tank right outside our house, and we have another 1,000 Liter tank on our roof. Everyday, the city pumps water into our tank on the ground until it is full, unless of course there is a drought, then we may go a day or two without getting new water. Then, we have to flip a switch next to the ground tank for it to electronically pump water up to the tank on our roof. If the water is not on the tank on the roof, we have no water in our house, because the water follows gravity and flows downward through our pipes in the house.
We seem to have a lot of issues with water. Over Thanksgiving, the pump broke, and we weren't able to lift water to our roof and into our housepipes. Also, our neighbors, who we share water with, will sometimes lift water, but forget to turn it off, and the water overflows on the roof over the house, and comes through our windows. Once, the pump burned up, and we weren't able to lift water for several days. Also, sometimes the monkeys will take the cap off a faucet we have on the roof for the washing machine, and all the water in the roof's tank will spill onto our terrace until we have no water left. For most of these situations, we've come up with solutions or at least come to expect them. But something happened the other day that not only do we not know how to fix it, we don't even know what caused it.
Somehow, the tank downstairs began to lift the water by itself, and the tank on the roof overflowed. Husband ran to figure out what was going on, and tried to turn off the water, to no avail. He climbed on the roof, and saw that none of the pipes had a leak. He went downstairs and saw that the pump wasn't even on. Somehow, though, water was lifting. He asked me to turn off the water flow on each pipe, so I ran around the house turning off each pipe. In the process of turning off one of the toilets, I accidentally turned on the bidet instead and got splashed in the face. Not one of my cleanest moments. But eventually we got the water to stop lifting and running over. I've become very water-conscious since moving here and it's hard to see all that water go to waste, and also know that as Westerners, the people judge us as being wasteful, and I don't want to prove them right.
Just one of the ways we see how the system in America is more developed!
We seem to have a lot of issues with water. Over Thanksgiving, the pump broke, and we weren't able to lift water to our roof and into our housepipes. Also, our neighbors, who we share water with, will sometimes lift water, but forget to turn it off, and the water overflows on the roof over the house, and comes through our windows. Once, the pump burned up, and we weren't able to lift water for several days. Also, sometimes the monkeys will take the cap off a faucet we have on the roof for the washing machine, and all the water in the roof's tank will spill onto our terrace until we have no water left. For most of these situations, we've come up with solutions or at least come to expect them. But something happened the other day that not only do we not know how to fix it, we don't even know what caused it.
Somehow, the tank downstairs began to lift the water by itself, and the tank on the roof overflowed. Husband ran to figure out what was going on, and tried to turn off the water, to no avail. He climbed on the roof, and saw that none of the pipes had a leak. He went downstairs and saw that the pump wasn't even on. Somehow, though, water was lifting. He asked me to turn off the water flow on each pipe, so I ran around the house turning off each pipe. In the process of turning off one of the toilets, I accidentally turned on the bidet instead and got splashed in the face. Not one of my cleanest moments. But eventually we got the water to stop lifting and running over. I've become very water-conscious since moving here and it's hard to see all that water go to waste, and also know that as Westerners, the people judge us as being wasteful, and I don't want to prove them right.
Just one of the ways we see how the system in America is more developed!
3.6.06
what the heck
We've had a very interesting couple of weeks! We left for the capital almost 2 weeks ago because the team leaders of our 6 week summer students had arrived, and we did some orientation for them. Then, we all headed off to a city that has not much more than one of the 7 wonders of the world, but that's definitely enough for me to go visit. All of the students arrived by this time, so we did some more orientation, and then headed back home, this time with our 2 students in tow. We'll call them MTs, short for Mountain Trailblazers. and my shift key just broke, and i'm too lazy to start learning to use the one on the right now, so the rest of this post will be all lower case letters until husband fixes it. :) anyway, two days ago, the day we made the journey back up the mountain, would win the prize for the most interesting of those days. here's why.
we took the train from the capital to ctown, 4 hours south of us. then our great friend, kyle, drove us to the bus station for us to catch a bus back up. upon dropping us off, he was nearly fined, mainly because he's white, but fortunately came out unscathed. then we waited on husband to get the hill sickness pills before buying the tickets. he arrived about 4 minutes before the bus pulled out, so we bought our tickets for this bus. now, normally, we take the deluxe bus, which means it's about $4 instead of $1.75, and has a/c and your own seat, and room under the bus for luggage. but the timing was off, so we decided what the heck, let's just take the regular bus. as it turns out, what the heck is not the best reasoning tool. but it did lead to a busride we'll never forget.
first, there was no room on the bus for our small suitcase and MT's big packs. so husband just climbed the ladder on the back of the bus to put the luggage on top with the help of several south asian men. in the meantime, i boarded the bus and saw to my chagrin that our seats were on the very back row, meaning we had less leg space than everyone else, and no overhead shelf. one of the hazards of purchasing a ticket about 4 minutes before departure time. another such hazard is that although south asia is not a time-driven society, somehow the transportation is very punctual, and the bus started to pull out before i noticed husband on the bus. luckily he was climbing on and not still on the roof, but that was enough to scare me. we made it, though, all 4 of us squeezed into the back row with 2 other men, and smaller backpacks with laptops and other too-valuable-for-the-roof items. i was squished next to the window, which was bringing in a small breeze that i was so thankful for. at one point, i noticed that the seats actually weren't joined, but separated, so i could see that each individual seat was about as wide as my shoulders. and i also noticed that the 4 us were pretty much squeezed into 3.5 seats that once again, were not big enough for the 3 western guys. but after what the heck is decided, there's not much you can do with your luggage strapped to the roof of the bus and the wheels in motion.
it didn't take long for sweat to become our constant companion, and one of our MTs looked at his thermometer and noted that it was 98 degrees. i started wondering how if our bodies are that temperature, why 98.6 degrees isn't the perfect weather tempterature. i mean, it's what our bodies are already used to. this is probably one of the many reasons why i didn't do too hot in science.
back to the bus ride. we began what has been dubbed the '4 hour s-curve' drive upward at speeds no old rambling bus should take. we're beginning to thank husband profusely for those hill sickness pills, but one of the MTs can't stop worrying about the luggage on the roof. then, after one particularly fast curve, we hear a noise and the MTs look back and see something black in the road. they yell 'stop!' and the driver reluctantly takes his foot off the gas. the 3 guys take off running, and i sat on the bus with the glares of several south asians on me. soon, we see the guys running back, empty handed, and there is a unanimous groan heard throughout the bus and the glares grow heavier. i laughed, because i do that when i'm nervous. husband raced up the ladder again to check the luggage, which happened to all be there, but they took that opportunity to re-secure the bags even tighter. a few moments later, we're rambling down the road again.
eventually, we made it back to our town, and miraculously, i was even able to sleep a bit on the ride. the boss's grace, i'm assuming. when we stopped, husband climbed up on the roof of the bus for the third time to retrieve our bags. before he was off the roof, the driver began to drive away, so i had to yell 'stop! no! there are men on top!' and the driver stopped and everyone laughed. husband made it off, and we made it back home, with everything but our dignity in tact.
if we didn't learn anything else from this trip, we did at least take away that the difference of $2.25 will buy you peace of mind, and that what the hecks should be avoided at all costs.
we took the train from the capital to ctown, 4 hours south of us. then our great friend, kyle, drove us to the bus station for us to catch a bus back up. upon dropping us off, he was nearly fined, mainly because he's white, but fortunately came out unscathed. then we waited on husband to get the hill sickness pills before buying the tickets. he arrived about 4 minutes before the bus pulled out, so we bought our tickets for this bus. now, normally, we take the deluxe bus, which means it's about $4 instead of $1.75, and has a/c and your own seat, and room under the bus for luggage. but the timing was off, so we decided what the heck, let's just take the regular bus. as it turns out, what the heck is not the best reasoning tool. but it did lead to a busride we'll never forget.
first, there was no room on the bus for our small suitcase and MT's big packs. so husband just climbed the ladder on the back of the bus to put the luggage on top with the help of several south asian men. in the meantime, i boarded the bus and saw to my chagrin that our seats were on the very back row, meaning we had less leg space than everyone else, and no overhead shelf. one of the hazards of purchasing a ticket about 4 minutes before departure time. another such hazard is that although south asia is not a time-driven society, somehow the transportation is very punctual, and the bus started to pull out before i noticed husband on the bus. luckily he was climbing on and not still on the roof, but that was enough to scare me. we made it, though, all 4 of us squeezed into the back row with 2 other men, and smaller backpacks with laptops and other too-valuable-for-the-roof items. i was squished next to the window, which was bringing in a small breeze that i was so thankful for. at one point, i noticed that the seats actually weren't joined, but separated, so i could see that each individual seat was about as wide as my shoulders. and i also noticed that the 4 us were pretty much squeezed into 3.5 seats that once again, were not big enough for the 3 western guys. but after what the heck is decided, there's not much you can do with your luggage strapped to the roof of the bus and the wheels in motion.
it didn't take long for sweat to become our constant companion, and one of our MTs looked at his thermometer and noted that it was 98 degrees. i started wondering how if our bodies are that temperature, why 98.6 degrees isn't the perfect weather tempterature. i mean, it's what our bodies are already used to. this is probably one of the many reasons why i didn't do too hot in science.
back to the bus ride. we began what has been dubbed the '4 hour s-curve' drive upward at speeds no old rambling bus should take. we're beginning to thank husband profusely for those hill sickness pills, but one of the MTs can't stop worrying about the luggage on the roof. then, after one particularly fast curve, we hear a noise and the MTs look back and see something black in the road. they yell 'stop!' and the driver reluctantly takes his foot off the gas. the 3 guys take off running, and i sat on the bus with the glares of several south asians on me. soon, we see the guys running back, empty handed, and there is a unanimous groan heard throughout the bus and the glares grow heavier. i laughed, because i do that when i'm nervous. husband raced up the ladder again to check the luggage, which happened to all be there, but they took that opportunity to re-secure the bags even tighter. a few moments later, we're rambling down the road again.
eventually, we made it back to our town, and miraculously, i was even able to sleep a bit on the ride. the boss's grace, i'm assuming. when we stopped, husband climbed up on the roof of the bus for the third time to retrieve our bags. before he was off the roof, the driver began to drive away, so i had to yell 'stop! no! there are men on top!' and the driver stopped and everyone laughed. husband made it off, and we made it back home, with everything but our dignity in tact.
if we didn't learn anything else from this trip, we did at least take away that the difference of $2.25 will buy you peace of mind, and that what the hecks should be avoided at all costs.
14.5.06
office notes
In case you've ever wondered what our office here is like, I am typing up what our service was like today. We really enjoy this office, and even though not more than maybe 2% of it is in English, it's a great time to get involved with other cousins, try to catch a bit of language learning here and there, and send money for these cousins and their office.
11:00 - The time it's supposed to start.
11:07 - We were sitting with the shepherd and another leader in his adjoining room/house, discussing someone to help our summer students get around easier through the villages.
11:10 - the service began with only about 5 of us sitting. Everyone quietly sent money.
11:15 - We sang our first song. The songbooks are not only in the national language but in the script as well, so husband and I stumble through them. Sometimes while having to think quick, I'll mix up N with G, or some other letters. S is always the most fun mistake because it's so easily heard. Also, there are no directions or notes. Sometimes they start with the chorus, or sometimes they repeat only half the chorus, sometimes a high note comes out of nowhere, etc. You just never know.
11:20 - a girl gets up and reads a certain passage from the ot. We sing another song. The man who usually sits in front of us will point us to the song even when the leader says the song number in English.
11:25 - the same girl gets up and reads a certain passage now from the nt.
11:26 - during a very familiar song to us, we began with the chorus. After the chorus, I then started on the first verse wayyy before anyone else did. Yep, I was singing, quite offkey, all by my lonesome. Not even the tambourine guy or the drum guy was there to play yet.
11:27 - husband and I are still laughing, and trying to hide our giggles. This makes us giggle even more, and before you know it, tears are streaming down our faces. I have the songbook in front of my face in a feeble attempt to cover up.
11:28 - Yep, still laughing.
11:29 - By now, about half of the people have arrived, and are probably wondering why the white people are crying.
11:31 - More money time. At this time it's always the same guy who stands up and does the money outloud. Bless his heart, this man is more wordier than my blogs. Last week, we timed him, and he actually kept going for 13 minutes.
11:47 - "Amen." Whew, 16 minutes. If he keeps adding on 3 minutes every week, we're in for a doozy by New Year's.
11:48 - Shepherd begins his speech. By now, everyone has shown up.
12:05 - my head covering has been blown off by the fans for about the millionth time.
12:25 - Speech is over and we are having more money time.
12:28 - Collection time.
12:30 - We send money over the collection.
12:32 - sing one last song. This one is usually a bit slower so it's much easier for us to keep up.
12:37 - two weeks in a row, a non-cousin has had a special request that we all send money for, out loud, at the same time. I'm not exactly sure what her request was, but I know the boss knows.
12:40 - the service is over.
12:41 - We sit in the shepherd's adjoining room with his family and about half of the people. We all chat and have chai together for about 20 minutes and then leave.
Now before you go wondering if I sat there and took notes, I must say I did not. These are approximate times. Except of course our longwinded friend, who we did shamefully time. I haven't had quite the crazy experiences I had while I was attending West African offices in Paris, but you never know. Maybe here, too, we'll unexpectedly be forced to stand up and sing "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." We still have a lot of Sundays left to be utterly humiliated.
11:00 - The time it's supposed to start.
11:07 - We were sitting with the shepherd and another leader in his adjoining room/house, discussing someone to help our summer students get around easier through the villages.
11:10 - the service began with only about 5 of us sitting. Everyone quietly sent money.
11:15 - We sang our first song. The songbooks are not only in the national language but in the script as well, so husband and I stumble through them. Sometimes while having to think quick, I'll mix up N with G, or some other letters. S is always the most fun mistake because it's so easily heard. Also, there are no directions or notes. Sometimes they start with the chorus, or sometimes they repeat only half the chorus, sometimes a high note comes out of nowhere, etc. You just never know.
11:20 - a girl gets up and reads a certain passage from the ot. We sing another song. The man who usually sits in front of us will point us to the song even when the leader says the song number in English.
11:25 - the same girl gets up and reads a certain passage now from the nt.
11:26 - during a very familiar song to us, we began with the chorus. After the chorus, I then started on the first verse wayyy before anyone else did. Yep, I was singing, quite offkey, all by my lonesome. Not even the tambourine guy or the drum guy was there to play yet.
11:27 - husband and I are still laughing, and trying to hide our giggles. This makes us giggle even more, and before you know it, tears are streaming down our faces. I have the songbook in front of my face in a feeble attempt to cover up.
11:28 - Yep, still laughing.
11:29 - By now, about half of the people have arrived, and are probably wondering why the white people are crying.
11:31 - More money time. At this time it's always the same guy who stands up and does the money outloud. Bless his heart, this man is more wordier than my blogs. Last week, we timed him, and he actually kept going for 13 minutes.
11:47 - "Amen." Whew, 16 minutes. If he keeps adding on 3 minutes every week, we're in for a doozy by New Year's.
11:48 - Shepherd begins his speech. By now, everyone has shown up.
12:05 - my head covering has been blown off by the fans for about the millionth time.
12:25 - Speech is over and we are having more money time.
12:28 - Collection time.
12:30 - We send money over the collection.
12:32 - sing one last song. This one is usually a bit slower so it's much easier for us to keep up.
12:37 - two weeks in a row, a non-cousin has had a special request that we all send money for, out loud, at the same time. I'm not exactly sure what her request was, but I know the boss knows.
12:40 - the service is over.
12:41 - We sit in the shepherd's adjoining room with his family and about half of the people. We all chat and have chai together for about 20 minutes and then leave.
Now before you go wondering if I sat there and took notes, I must say I did not. These are approximate times. Except of course our longwinded friend, who we did shamefully time. I haven't had quite the crazy experiences I had while I was attending West African offices in Paris, but you never know. Maybe here, too, we'll unexpectedly be forced to stand up and sing "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." We still have a lot of Sundays left to be utterly humiliated.
10.5.06
barriers and breakthoughs
The other night we went to Deepak and Naina's for Naina's birthday. They actually called us a few hours before and asked if we were coming. Even though we didn't even know it was her birthday, we said, "Of course we're coming!" It was a good thing we weren't busy, because it was only those 2, us 2, and Naina's cousin-brother. (that is not an Arkansas joke...even though they have like 8 words for "aunt" or "uncle", they don't have a word that differentiates between cousin or siblings because they consider them to be pretty much the same thing) Naina has told me several times how lonely she is because her parents are deceased, her inlaws don't approve of her, and really her only friends are Deepak, husband, and me.
She made us a big dinner, which was so tasty. I tried to help out, but probably ended up making a big mess of her kitchen. Do you know that the common flatbread here is first heated on a flat griddle-like thing, then they heat it directly on the stove burner? And she doesn't even use tools, like a lot of women I've seen make the bread, but instead uses her bare hands? Ouch.
Well I think I see a breakthrough beginning to happen with Naina. Deepak and Naina both have heard the good news several times and understand completely what it means to be a true believer. They want to accept, but their culture is so rooted in their other beliefs that they are having a hard time giving that up. Not to mention the persecution that will follow, given that they are high class. Deepak once wondered if they could inwardly serve the boss, but outwardly pretend to remain how they are, so as to avoid persecution. So they understand the costs, but it's hard to for them to see even though they would be sacrificing on earth, they would gain so much more in the hereafter. Also, since Naina's parents are both deceased, if she acknowledges that her belief system is not true, she will have to acknowledge where her parents are now. That must be a hard thing to grasp. When the timing is right, I will show her the story of the man who asked Lazarus to tell his brothers the truth, to show her that right now, her parents want nothing more than for her to accept the boss as Truth. But until then, it will force a barrier between us if I tell her too early.
Well anyway, she told me about this part of their money time, where they offer food to their bosses. (Warning: Fairly Controversial View Approaching!) She told me that earlier that day she had offered sweets to the Boss and to her other bosses. Am I making you uncomfortable? Don't get all itchy and nervous, I know this is not the ultimate goal, but I think it's a breakthrough that she's beginning to see his authority. I'm sending money that she'll soon stop this business with her other bosses, and realize there is only one true boss.
These are examples of some of the opposition facing these people to accepting the Truth, and hopefully it will help you know better how to send money for them. Warfare is definitely alive and kickin' here in peaceful South Asia.
She made us a big dinner, which was so tasty. I tried to help out, but probably ended up making a big mess of her kitchen. Do you know that the common flatbread here is first heated on a flat griddle-like thing, then they heat it directly on the stove burner? And she doesn't even use tools, like a lot of women I've seen make the bread, but instead uses her bare hands? Ouch.
Well I think I see a breakthrough beginning to happen with Naina. Deepak and Naina both have heard the good news several times and understand completely what it means to be a true believer. They want to accept, but their culture is so rooted in their other beliefs that they are having a hard time giving that up. Not to mention the persecution that will follow, given that they are high class. Deepak once wondered if they could inwardly serve the boss, but outwardly pretend to remain how they are, so as to avoid persecution. So they understand the costs, but it's hard to for them to see even though they would be sacrificing on earth, they would gain so much more in the hereafter. Also, since Naina's parents are both deceased, if she acknowledges that her belief system is not true, she will have to acknowledge where her parents are now. That must be a hard thing to grasp. When the timing is right, I will show her the story of the man who asked Lazarus to tell his brothers the truth, to show her that right now, her parents want nothing more than for her to accept the boss as Truth. But until then, it will force a barrier between us if I tell her too early.
Well anyway, she told me about this part of their money time, where they offer food to their bosses. (Warning: Fairly Controversial View Approaching!) She told me that earlier that day she had offered sweets to the Boss and to her other bosses. Am I making you uncomfortable? Don't get all itchy and nervous, I know this is not the ultimate goal, but I think it's a breakthrough that she's beginning to see his authority. I'm sending money that she'll soon stop this business with her other bosses, and realize there is only one true boss.
These are examples of some of the opposition facing these people to accepting the Truth, and hopefully it will help you know better how to send money for them. Warfare is definitely alive and kickin' here in peaceful South Asia.
8.5.06
more post office stories
Back in January, one of the fam, Sudoo, sent me a Christmas package. It arrived in March with chocolate cookies (or biscuits as they call them here), and chocolate chips, among other awesome things. Well a couple of weeks ago, Alison and I went to the post office to collect another package. These post office women either love me or love to laugh at me, I'm not sure which one it is. My name sounds a lot like the word for sour in this language, and so every single time I go in, they have this joke where they call me sour, and then I have to reply, "No, I'm sweet." And they laugh raucously and shout through the office what I had just said. I play along, because these ladies are in control of my chocolate supply.
When Alison and I were there, after the obligatory sour and sweet talk, they handed me my package, a great one from friends of the family. One of the women walked up to me, and said, "Why haven't you brought us any of your chocolate?" I was surprised, and am sure I looked confused, because she continued, "In your last package, you received chocolate biscuits and we want some!" I love how she unashamedly admitted that they rifled through my package and then insisted I share! So very South Asian. After a few of the ladies told me how much I needed to share with them, I promised that the next time I came to the PO, I would bring them some chocolate. Alison told me I had better share, since once again, these ladies are in control of whether or not I receive my great parcels.
Also this past week, I went to mail my mother's day gifts, and had to go to the main PO, which unfortunately is not the one with the friendly ladies. I don't know what they're doing at the PO now, something like cashing checks or bank accounts, but lately it has been beyond crowded in there. I think it looks a lot like what the Great Depression must have looked like when men lined up for jobs every day. No one talks to each other and there are no lines, just a horde of people. People will dart back and forth, looking for a window that has the smaller amount of the mob in front of it, and even if you've been waiting for a longer time, it doesn't matter. Actually, it seemed to not matter to anyone but me. I, the ruly American, was already prepared, in my limited language knowledge, to say, "Excuse me, I am next," or "Sir, the line is there." But like I said, it's pointless. Everyone looks around nervously and stressed, and just politely pushes their way through. It's in constant movement. Have I described it enough? Well I waited. And waited. And waited. The number of people didn't change at all, with men still bobbing around windows. Then finally a woman pointed me to the front of the horde and said, "Ladies." I walked toward there, and the man behind the counter called me forward, and I got to cut in front of all the people waiting! Apparently, in this man's society there are some benefits to being a woman. No wonder the "line" wasn't moving. None of these poor men would probably ever get to the front. I felt justified though - I was at the post office with actual mail.
When Alison and I were there, after the obligatory sour and sweet talk, they handed me my package, a great one from friends of the family. One of the women walked up to me, and said, "Why haven't you brought us any of your chocolate?" I was surprised, and am sure I looked confused, because she continued, "In your last package, you received chocolate biscuits and we want some!" I love how she unashamedly admitted that they rifled through my package and then insisted I share! So very South Asian. After a few of the ladies told me how much I needed to share with them, I promised that the next time I came to the PO, I would bring them some chocolate. Alison told me I had better share, since once again, these ladies are in control of whether or not I receive my great parcels.
Also this past week, I went to mail my mother's day gifts, and had to go to the main PO, which unfortunately is not the one with the friendly ladies. I don't know what they're doing at the PO now, something like cashing checks or bank accounts, but lately it has been beyond crowded in there. I think it looks a lot like what the Great Depression must have looked like when men lined up for jobs every day. No one talks to each other and there are no lines, just a horde of people. People will dart back and forth, looking for a window that has the smaller amount of the mob in front of it, and even if you've been waiting for a longer time, it doesn't matter. Actually, it seemed to not matter to anyone but me. I, the ruly American, was already prepared, in my limited language knowledge, to say, "Excuse me, I am next," or "Sir, the line is there." But like I said, it's pointless. Everyone looks around nervously and stressed, and just politely pushes their way through. It's in constant movement. Have I described it enough? Well I waited. And waited. And waited. The number of people didn't change at all, with men still bobbing around windows. Then finally a woman pointed me to the front of the horde and said, "Ladies." I walked toward there, and the man behind the counter called me forward, and I got to cut in front of all the people waiting! Apparently, in this man's society there are some benefits to being a woman. No wonder the "line" wasn't moving. None of these poor men would probably ever get to the front. I felt justified though - I was at the post office with actual mail.
4.5.06
the small things
Today as husband was flipping through the channels (because, you know, can't stop until you've seen what's on every channel :) I caught something weird. "Turn it back on Cartoon Network," I said, bewildered. He flipped it back to where Scooby Doo was showing. We listened for a second before we realized what was so weird - it was in English! Husband's face lit up like a kid on Christmas Day. He has remarked a few times how much he wished Cartoon Network was in English, and one time we even watched the end of Scooby Doo in the national language. It was funny because we caught the bad guy saying, "If it weren't for those meddling kids..." I never caught how they translated "Jeenkies" or "Yikes" or "Zoinks," but whoever does the Scooby voice is spot on. Ruh-roh!But today, we get to watch them catch that villain in English! Oh the small things...
2.5.06
meet chini!
Meet the new addition to our household! Since she's all white, we named h
er Chini (means sugar in the language we are learning. It also means a Chinese person, but most everyone knows we mean the sugar definition :) She's an Asian pomeranian. I say Asian, because all the poms we've seen here look like a slightly larger version of the pomeranians I've seen in America. 
And they're also a bit less furry. (Chini rhymes with genie)
So in naming her, we found a few names we really liked. The problem was, they were human names, and after talking to Priya, I found out that dogs are considered low animals and naming them after a human is an insult to any human who has that name. Or even any fictional character. Yeah. That one really got me too. When we were looking at male names, I liked the name Raj, and asked Priya, to which she laughed and asked me, "What would SRK think?" See, SRK is a very famous actor here, and in a lot of his movies, he has the name Raj. Wow lots of rules and customs! *As a side note, seeing as SRK is my fave actor here, I wouldn't want to offend him anyway. That may kill my chances of being in one of his movies! And as my chances are pretty much slim to none, I can't afford to lose any.
Well anyway, here she is, our little bundle of energy. :)
Snuggling at husbands' feet
Right: We were trying to get how funny she looks hopping around after the ball. This is the best we got.
er Chini (means sugar in the language we are learning. It also means a Chinese person, but most everyone knows we mean the sugar definition :) She's an Asian pomeranian. I say Asian, because all the poms we've seen here look like a slightly larger version of the pomeranians I've seen in America. 
And they're also a bit less furry. (Chini rhymes with genie)So in naming her, we found a few names we really liked. The problem was, they were human names, and after talking to Priya, I found out that dogs are considered low animals and naming them after a human is an insult to any human who has that name. Or even any fictional character. Yeah. That one really got me too. When we were looking at male names, I liked the name Raj, and asked Priya, to which she laughed and asked me, "What would SRK think?" See, SRK is a very famous actor here, and in a lot of his movies, he has the name Raj. Wow lots of rules and customs! *As a side note, seeing as SRK is my fave actor here, I wouldn't want to offend him anyway. That may kill my chances of being in one of his movies! And as my chances are pretty much slim to none, I can't afford to lose any.
Well anyway, here she is, our little bundle of energy. :)
Snuggling at husbands' feet
Right: We were trying to get how funny she looks hopping around after the ball. This is the best we got.
29.4.06
reflections of an ipod
On our way home from the capital yesterday, I had plenty of time on the train to listen to my iPod, and I realized what a mix is on my own playlist.
Cousin - It was fun to listen to He Reigns by the Newsboys on the train. "The sound of Asian believers, filled with *'s Holy Fire/ It’s every tribe, every tongue, every nation, A love song born of a grateful choir..." I loved looking around the train at all the different tribes, tongues and maybe even nations represented there. It became kinda like moneywalking for me! Chris Tomlin, Joy Williams, and our office's choir, among others, brought me back again and again to the boss's throne.
Country - From Rascal Flatts, to George Strait, to Toby Keith, I love country. The real country, not the crossover kind. I was raised on such music as the Oakridge Boys (noboby beats that bass singer!) and thought "Redneck Girl" was a song about me. (to my credit, I was 3, and had red hair...I thought they were singing Redhead Girl, and I did love to cruise in Daddy's pick up truck). I just know I'll be listening to Asleep at the Wheel's "Boogie Back to..." on repeat during the plane ride back to the States.
Rap - (I know, I know) But as my mom once said, "You can take the girl out of Nimitz, but you can't take the Nimitz out of the girl." Plus, what's more fun than old school rap? Play on, playa.
Disco - Feel free to scratch your head. I'm not a big disco fan at all, hence I only have one song from that era, but I can't get enough of Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive." (who I read recently that she has since become a cousin) That song helped me get over many guys back in the day. So if the 70s have to be represented on my iPod, who better than the First Lady of Disco?
Sinatra - The last minute of Theme from New York, New York, makes me want to hook up in a cancan line and do flex kicks.
Bollywood - Without which no playlist would be complete. These are actually the songs I look forward to the most! You just never know what's going to show up in a South Asian song: a very American instrument, like a saxophone; a cheesy rap ("She's so cool, She's so fine. Out of 10, I give her 9!" is one of my fave lines); or best of all, a gospel choir. It's also fun to pretend I know the words. And I figure the more I'm familiar with the music, the better prepared I'll be for when I'm an extra in a Bollywood movie. :)
So if my iPod could speak (maybe one day, they will...) it would say, "I love me some crazy roadtrip mixes!"
Cousin - It was fun to listen to He Reigns by the Newsboys on the train. "The sound of Asian believers, filled with *'s Holy Fire/ It’s every tribe, every tongue, every nation, A love song born of a grateful choir..." I loved looking around the train at all the different tribes, tongues and maybe even nations represented there. It became kinda like moneywalking for me! Chris Tomlin, Joy Williams, and our office's choir, among others, brought me back again and again to the boss's throne.
Country - From Rascal Flatts, to George Strait, to Toby Keith, I love country. The real country, not the crossover kind. I was raised on such music as the Oakridge Boys (noboby beats that bass singer!) and thought "Redneck Girl" was a song about me. (to my credit, I was 3, and had red hair...I thought they were singing Redhead Girl, and I did love to cruise in Daddy's pick up truck). I just know I'll be listening to Asleep at the Wheel's "Boogie Back to..." on repeat during the plane ride back to the States.
Rap - (I know, I know) But as my mom once said, "You can take the girl out of Nimitz, but you can't take the Nimitz out of the girl." Plus, what's more fun than old school rap? Play on, playa.
Disco - Feel free to scratch your head. I'm not a big disco fan at all, hence I only have one song from that era, but I can't get enough of Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive." (who I read recently that she has since become a cousin) That song helped me get over many guys back in the day. So if the 70s have to be represented on my iPod, who better than the First Lady of Disco?
Sinatra - The last minute of Theme from New York, New York, makes me want to hook up in a cancan line and do flex kicks.
Bollywood - Without which no playlist would be complete. These are actually the songs I look forward to the most! You just never know what's going to show up in a South Asian song: a very American instrument, like a saxophone; a cheesy rap ("She's so cool, She's so fine. Out of 10, I give her 9!" is one of my fave lines); or best of all, a gospel choir. It's also fun to pretend I know the words. And I figure the more I'm familiar with the music, the better prepared I'll be for when I'm an extra in a Bollywood movie. :)
So if my iPod could speak (maybe one day, they will...) it would say, "I love me some crazy roadtrip mixes!"
26.4.06
training
Today husband and I had an awesome opportunity - we were invited to help with a training for national cousins. There were about 45 men there, dedicated to learning about CPM. (multiplying of offices) We trained them about money-walking, and then helped out with storying and observed a lot as well. What an opportunity it was, and I got to experience a few "firsts" as well. Not to belittle this great group of men, but training them reminded me a little of teaching my 6th grade SS girls. We get so used to a certain method of learning in the West (or really in any culture) that when another method comes along, it confuses us a bit. So they were about at the same level of American style learning as my girls were. Not that they giggled to each other or passed notes; it was more like they struggled with concepts, such as passing out paper. As you read these, keep in mind that this was a group of grown men...
* First time to use a translator
* First time of hearing the words "We chased a sparrow" being uttered when referring to what they did during money-walking
* First time to hear students say they couldn't answer any more questions because it was past their tea time
* First time in several months to see such wholehearted p&w
* First time I had such a hard time explaining "break into 10 groups"
* First time I've seen people so excited to be facing a 9 hour training session
* First time I spent the entire day without A/C in 100+ Fahrenheit weather
* First time to use a translator
* First time of hearing the words "We chased a sparrow" being uttered when referring to what they did during money-walking
* First time to hear students say they couldn't answer any more questions because it was past their tea time
* First time in several months to see such wholehearted p&w
* First time I had such a hard time explaining "break into 10 groups"
* First time I've seen people so excited to be facing a 9 hour training session
* First time I spent the entire day without A/C in 100+ Fahrenheit weather
23.4.06
Well our friends are gone. They flew out this morning around 4am. It was sad to see them leave, but we'll be seeing them again in August, so it's not too bad. We girls had so much fun shopping. My friend was the live embodiment of the phrase "Shop til you drop." If shopping were a sport, she'd be the star player.
Husband and I will be in the capital city for the rest of this week taking care of business. Yesterday, it was up to 106 degrees here, and it's only April. I've heard that by June, it can be up to 120! But man, I love this city, sweat and all. I've come to realize that I am most definitely a city girl. Kinda strange, considering out of all the mega-cities we could have lived in South Asia, our city is less than 200,000 people. Our boss has a sense of humor, and I also think it goes to show how much he likes us to rely on him to get through. And why not, since without him, it would be beyond impossible.
Husband and I will be in the capital city for the rest of this week taking care of business. Yesterday, it was up to 106 degrees here, and it's only April. I've heard that by June, it can be up to 120! But man, I love this city, sweat and all. I've come to realize that I am most definitely a city girl. Kinda strange, considering out of all the mega-cities we could have lived in South Asia, our city is less than 200,000 people. Our boss has a sense of humor, and I also think it goes to show how much he likes us to rely on him to get through. And why not, since without him, it would be beyond impossible.
12.4.06
update
So I'm alive, just not up to date on my blogging. We have finished with the Subject That Shall Not Be Named, thank goodness. Now we're just resting up before heading to the capital this weekend. We can't wait because our friends from Tanzania are coming to town! We'll be picking them up early Tuesday morning, and I'm dying to see them. I can't wait for the late night card games, tons of sharing stories, and just seeing our great friends will be such a blessing! After all this travelling we've been doing, it'll be so good to de-stress with our friends!
3.4.06
blog is the new motorhome
My family was RV'ing before RV'ing was cool. First, it was the cab-over that my dad would put over the old green truck that somehow our family of 4 could sleep in. Then when I was about 6, they bought the pre-pre-pre owned Shasta travel trailer, with the oh-so contemporary orange and brown interior. When I was in high school, they traded in the Shasta for another trailer. Family vacations were never spent in motels or hotels...they always began with Mom directing Dad through the mirrors towards the trailer hitch, included the big van pulling the Shasta (and sometimes the boat would be hitched to the trailer!) on all sorts of roads, and campsites with everything from ants to wolves. All of this is to say that for as long as I can remember, I've seen those stickers on the side of motorhomes and travel trailers with the states that they had been to highlighted. Bad grammar? Sorry. I've always wanted one of those, but of course, I've never had my own motorhome. So my blog is where I'll be sticking my long awaited map: (thanks, kim, for the link!)
create your own personalized map of the USA
or write about it on the open travel guide
I also did one with the countries I've been to. I always thought I was doing good, travel wise, until I saw that I've only been to 2% of the countries in the world. (6 countries) 2% sounds so measly. I need to get out more!
create your own personalized map of the USA
or write about it on the open travel guide
I also did one with the countries I've been to. I always thought I was doing good, travel wise, until I saw that I've only been to 2% of the countries in the world. (6 countries) 2% sounds so measly. I need to get out more!
31.3.06
not the most exciting thing, but definitely unexpected
My friend Mandi loves the random things that happen daily here in South Asia. I agree! Today, a wedding procession marched down our street, and stopped at our house. This isn't the first time this has happened, but it's the first time we had our cameras.We realized the funny thing about these wedding processions is that they sound exactly like Friday nights during the fall...football games! I mean, the band plays South Asian music, yet it somehow sounds the same as my high school playing Anchors Away. There's not even a twist to it, it literally sounds exactly the same. Then I remembered that once, I heard a high school band play Beyonce's Crazy in Love, and although it was really good, it still sounded like a marching band. I guess there's no real variety of sound when it comes to marching bands, even the world over.
This picture is them at our front step.
28.3.06
big fat south asian wedding
I haven't posted in awhile because Hannah and I went out of town to go to a wedding with Priya and her family. Weddings here are funny because RSVP has no meaning. I didn't meet the bride until she was dining at her reception, and I met the groom two days before. But apparently foreigners being there upped the prestige of the wedding, or at least piqued their curiosity, so we were welcomed.
I should start off by saying that if it weren't for Hannah, I wouldn't have survived the weekend with Priya and her family. As Hannah so eloquently put it, Priya and her family all became bridezillas, and they weren't even brides. But that's all the negativity I'll say, and instead I'll focus on the positives.
First, we
got to experience a wedding immersed with a national family, which is something not too many people get to experience. We were there from Thursday, watching the female relatives smear a colored paste on the groom's skin to make it glow, until Sunday at 5am watching the bride sob as she threw rice over her shoulder at her family. But in between those two spectrums was the most fun part - the big dance party! It's like a bachelor/ette party, but it's a family affair. First, we sat around as waiters served us delicious snacks, then the closer women to the groom sat on the dancefloor, equipped with a drum and a mic, and sang and clapped. Of course, Hannah and I being the major curiosity of the weekend, several people told us to join the women. The fact that we 
didn't know the songs nor the language didn't deter them, so we sat and clapped while 100+ people stared at us. Some point during the clapping, Hannah and I realized why we weren't embarrassed - we had left our dignity behind sometime around ordering black shoe pizzas. After the singing, the sheet was rolled off the dancefloor, and the music and dancing started! For the next couple of hours, I never sat down again. It was so much fun learning their dances!
Saturday night, the wedding started with a blessing of the groom (still no bride in sight) around
6pm. Then the groom sat atop a white horse and we all rode to the wedding site and waited for the groom to ride up on his horse. His family and friends would be part of the procession with him, dancing to the accompanying marching band. It sounded just like a football game. I felt a bit sorry for the groom, missing out on all the fun and dancing. Priya pulled Hannah and I into the procession, which was fun. That was the most excited part of the wedding, which included food, blessings, and tons of waiting around, and lasted until 5am. I'm still recovering from the lack of sleep, especially since we packed up and left immediately to come back home. Let's just say it's good to be back in the land of beds and toilet paper.
I should start off by saying that if it weren't for Hannah, I wouldn't have survived the weekend with Priya and her family. As Hannah so eloquently put it, Priya and her family all became bridezillas, and they weren't even brides. But that's all the negativity I'll say, and instead I'll focus on the positives.
First, we
got to experience a wedding immersed with a national family, which is something not too many people get to experience. We were there from Thursday, watching the female relatives smear a colored paste on the groom's skin to make it glow, until Sunday at 5am watching the bride sob as she threw rice over her shoulder at her family. But in between those two spectrums was the most fun part - the big dance party! It's like a bachelor/ette party, but it's a family affair. First, we sat around as waiters served us delicious snacks, then the closer women to the groom sat on the dancefloor, equipped with a drum and a mic, and sang and clapped. Of course, Hannah and I being the major curiosity of the weekend, several people told us to join the women. The fact that we 
didn't know the songs nor the language didn't deter them, so we sat and clapped while 100+ people stared at us. Some point during the clapping, Hannah and I realized why we weren't embarrassed - we had left our dignity behind sometime around ordering black shoe pizzas. After the singing, the sheet was rolled off the dancefloor, and the music and dancing started! For the next couple of hours, I never sat down again. It was so much fun learning their dances!Saturday night, the wedding started with a blessing of the groom (still no bride in sight) around
6pm. Then the groom sat atop a white horse and we all rode to the wedding site and waited for the groom to ride up on his horse. His family and friends would be part of the procession with him, dancing to the accompanying marching band. It sounded just like a football game. I felt a bit sorry for the groom, missing out on all the fun and dancing. Priya pulled Hannah and I into the procession, which was fun. That was the most excited part of the wedding, which included food, blessings, and tons of waiting around, and lasted until 5am. I'm still recovering from the lack of sleep, especially since we packed up and left immediately to come back home. Let's just say it's good to be back in the land of beds and toilet paper. 
the bride and groom
Not that this is related, but husband and I were given a can of Dr. Pepper from a friend in February (thanks, LR!) and we split it last night as a treat. That was 6 ounces of goodness!
20.3.06
a quick trip out of the country
So today, husband, me, Anna, and our friend S, hopped in a cab and took a 20 minute drive to London. What? That's impossible? Then....where were we? I mean, we were at a former palace built in the 1800's. There were green law
ns, gardens (that will be blooming soon), street lamps, winding paths, ivy vines, and all that. We were slightly disappointed that the tour of the palace was only 4 rooms, and we weren't allowed to take pictures. We laughed at that because the rooms were nothing spectacular: an entrance room, a conference room, some room with a famous table, and then a room that had poster boards of famous moments in history. The palace has been turned into a institute where Ph.D 
holders can come for more studies, so unfortunately most of the building has been privatized. Even the ballroom and dining hall have been turned into a library, a decision I'm torn about, although I think I'm leaning towards Team Ballroom. This place is incredible, not only because it really is a beautiful structure, but because this is in South Asia. Seriously, South Asia.18.3.06
come on, play along :)
I'm sick. I caught it from husband, some cold thing. Back in the states, I used to love getting sick. It meant I could call in sick and not have to go to work. Yeah, I'll be the first to admit that when it came to my old job, I was never that good at following Col. 3:23. But now that I am doing something that I love, I hate being sick. And today husband and I had made plans to go to some villages to find the MahPah's, and of course, I got sick. Fortunately husband is out there now, and praise the boss, has already met a MahPah who is taking him to his home tonight. So my wonderful P husband (that's for anybody who has taken the Meyers-Briggs) is just hanging out in a village somewhere in the Mah Valley. Once again, praise the boss!
So after spending all afternoon sneezing, laying under covers, and watching an entire season of Friends (season 2...not my fave, but it's been awhile), I'm bored. Bored as all get-out is the actual term for it. So Nosila, I am finally responding to your tag thing. And I'm definitely tagging my friends who I know read this.
Four jobs you have had in your life:
1. Budget Analyst
2. Accounting Assistant
3. Librarian Assistant
4. Hostess at Steak and Ale
Four movies you would watch over and over:
1. The American President
2. Serendipity
3. Mona Lisa Smile
4. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
Four places you have lived:
1. South Asia
2. Paris, France (yes, 2 months counts, you naysayers)
3. Home of the Lumberjacks (although I consider myself more of a Ladyjack)
4. In a nasty efficiency apartment the first half of my soph year in college
Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. Friends
2. The Amazing Race
3. Lost
4. CSIs
Four places you have been on vacation:
1. Amsterdam
2. Thailand
3. Hawaii
4. Yellowstone National Park
Four websites I visit daily:
1. Hotmail
2. Eonline
3. All my friends' blogs
4. MSN.com
Four of my favorite foods:
1. Steak
2. Anything southern
3. Stuffed crabs (Pappadeaux's)
4. Steak
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. With my family
2. With the Fam
3. In the village with husband
4. Paris
Four books you could read more than once:
1. Don't
2. Read
3. Books
4. Twice
Friends I am tagging (put as a comment or on your own blog, on which you can feel free to give me a shoutout because, you know, it'll make me feel special)
1. Husband
2. Newssender
3. Kahuna
4. Domino
5. Ashley Sneds
6. South Asia Rocks
7. Mandi
8. Dadto3
9. Alittlewater
10. Kimmysun
11. Momsfriend
12. You!
So after spending all afternoon sneezing, laying under covers, and watching an entire season of Friends (season 2...not my fave, but it's been awhile), I'm bored. Bored as all get-out is the actual term for it. So Nosila, I am finally responding to your tag thing. And I'm definitely tagging my friends who I know read this.
Four jobs you have had in your life:
1. Budget Analyst
2. Accounting Assistant
3. Librarian Assistant
4. Hostess at Steak and Ale
Four movies you would watch over and over:
1. The American President
2. Serendipity
3. Mona Lisa Smile
4. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
Four places you have lived:
1. South Asia
2. Paris, France (yes, 2 months counts, you naysayers)
3. Home of the Lumberjacks (although I consider myself more of a Ladyjack)
4. In a nasty efficiency apartment the first half of my soph year in college
Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. Friends
2. The Amazing Race
3. Lost
4. CSIs
Four places you have been on vacation:
1. Amsterdam
2. Thailand
3. Hawaii
4. Yellowstone National Park
Four websites I visit daily:
1. Hotmail
2. Eonline
3. All my friends' blogs
4. MSN.com
Four of my favorite foods:
1. Steak
2. Anything southern
3. Stuffed crabs (Pappadeaux's)
4. Steak
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. With my family
2. With the Fam
3. In the village with husband
4. Paris
Four books you could read more than once:
1. Don't
2. Read
3. Books
4. Twice
Friends I am tagging (put as a comment or on your own blog, on which you can feel free to give me a shoutout because, you know, it'll make me feel special)
1. Husband
2. Newssender
3. Kahuna
4. Domino
5. Ashley Sneds
6. South Asia Rocks
7. Mandi
8. Dadto3
9. Alittlewater
10. Kimmysun
11. Momsfriend
12. You!
13.3.06
nova backwards spells...
AVON! Can you believe that in a small corner of this town there is an actual Avon shop here? Priya took Hannah and me there today, and on the way, we discussed how we didn't know what to expect. It turned out to be pretty nice! And, contrary to normal South Asia experiences, they had almost everything listed!
I mean, out of all the things that I wanted from the brochure, there were only 2 things not in stock. See everything I got? I don't want to tell you what I paid because it would make you sick at how cheap it is. Let's just say, all of this cost about the same amount as a couple of lipsticks in the states would cost. And it's real Avon!Also, today it started raining bloody murder. Is that a correct usage of that phrase?
Well it should be. By the time I got home, I was drenched and freezing from being pelted with rain and hail. And the electricity had been out in our concrete house for over 2 hours, according to poor husband, who was still sick and barely visible wrapped under a blanket, sitting in front of the not-working electric heater. So this is a picture of me, about 30 minutes after I arrived home. You do what you gotta do to stay warm in these parts.
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