My husband Bob and I just got back from a wonderful trip to Argentina. While we both speak incredible 7th-grade textbook Spanish (i.e. words next to clip-art images mainly centered around a town square), we were not able to form sentences. It seems the clog-wearing, cheese smelling middle-school Spanish teachers didn't care if we knew the connecting words such as "the", "of", "to"...you know the words that are small but HUGELY important in conversational settings. That would have been helpful.
I wanted to share a few of the sentences my husband used in South America, and please note that when he said these statements, he was calm, confident and convinced that what he was saying made sense. Not so much...
1. When asking people to take a picture of us, Bob would ask "Toma una pictura?" Which translates to "will you take a painting of us?" You can imagine the reaction we had from locals when he asked for them to sketch us. Here is the correct way of asking this (thanks FreeTranslation.com!) "¿TomarĂ¡ una imagen de nosotros? "
2. When Bob's dinner was served and place in front of him on this plate, he looked at the waiter and then to his plate to check out his food and said "Mucho gusto." I think he believed this to mean "thank you very much," but in fact this means, "nice to meet you." Waiters seemed entertained that Bob was addressing his food with such formality. I think he meant to say "muchas gracias" thanking the waiter, but I let him keep that one up the whole trip for my own entertainment as well.
3. And who knew Bob speaks Italian? When he wanted to say excuse me to get someone's attention, he said "scusi," and he said it a lot. I made fun of him and explained "pardon" is probably better since that is actually Spanish, but he decided he liked "scusi" better, especially after a few glasses of wine.
Leave It To Stever
Friday, February 3, 2012
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
A Bullish Lesson
Lesson of the day for husband:
The idiom is "a bull in a china shop," NOT "a bowl in a china shop."
For many years he took the saying as a compliment and that someone thought he belonged "perfectly in a scenario." Just to be sure that there is no more confusion, please see cartoons below for further explanation.
The idiom is "a bull in a china shop," NOT "a bowl in a china shop."
For many years he took the saying as a compliment and that someone thought he belonged "perfectly in a scenario." Just to be sure that there is no more confusion, please see cartoons below for further explanation.
Told You So!
According to New York Magazine's Approval Matrix in the October 17, 2011 issue, I was right. Ann Curry is "despicable" and should be removed from her position on The Today Show as soon as possible. Poor Matt Lauer is losing more hair with her at his side every day!
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Breaking The Law
A wise man once said "participate in everything with detached involvement."
Deepak Chopra is more than just a wise man. He is a force whose books have taken over my bedside table, my nonsensical scribblings on each page a purposeful distraction so that passerbyers believe I not only understand his work, but that I am also learning from it. He is a force whose name I haven't been able to escape for the past few years. When friends and therapists (yes, there are multiple - "takes a village"), realize my intense levels of generalized anxiety, they insist that I drink less wine and read more Chopra. And he is a force who has finally pushed me over the edge with one of his famous Seven Spiritual Laws of Success. I just cannot seem to wrap my head around the Law of Detachment, which quite poignantly, being a bit of a control freak, is also the one that I need to grasp the most.
Deepak Chopra is more than just a wise man. He is a force whose books have taken over my bedside table, my nonsensical scribblings on each page a purposeful distraction so that passerbyers believe I not only understand his work, but that I am also learning from it. He is a force whose name I haven't been able to escape for the past few years. When friends and therapists (yes, there are multiple - "takes a village"), realize my intense levels of generalized anxiety, they insist that I drink less wine and read more Chopra. And he is a force who has finally pushed me over the edge with one of his famous Seven Spiritual Laws of Success. I just cannot seem to wrap my head around the Law of Detachment, which quite poignantly, being a bit of a control freak, is also the one that I need to grasp the most.
Chopra's Law of Detachment states that "in order to acquire anything in the physical universe, you have to relinquish your attachment to it. You shouldn't give up the intention to create your desire. You give up your attachment to the result." This immediately sounded easy. Just don't do anything, and get everything? That dream job I always wanted, the perfect husband, the 6-pack abs, the pet cat that wasn't moody, a bagel with no carbs. All I had to do is just sit and wait until until all I had ever wanted just hit me in the head?
While I understand most of his other six Spiritual Laws, this one just seemed to go against everything I was ever taught in school and at home. How many times did we hear when we were kids, "you can do and be anything as long as you work hard at it and NEVER give up." We are taught to want more, dream bigger and to be VERY attached to the outcome.
Socially, we are conditioned to emotionally respond to outcomes. We are afraid of failure, of not doing something of importance or relevance. We are afraid of success, working our tails off to achieve something that might not wind up being our long-term passion. We pay both outcomes equal attention creating a volatile internal war where detachment isn't even an option. How could it be when that was never encouraged, never even considered as an alternative. No one ever said, "Hey Lauren, follow your dreams! Get detached!"
Socially, we are conditioned to emotionally respond to outcomes. We are afraid of failure, of not doing something of importance or relevance. We are afraid of success, working our tails off to achieve something that might not wind up being our long-term passion. We pay both outcomes equal attention creating a volatile internal war where detachment isn't even an option. How could it be when that was never encouraged, never even considered as an alternative. No one ever said, "Hey Lauren, follow your dreams! Get detached!"
In a frustrated attempt to feel closer to the author-mentor who continues to challenge my familiar and comfortable cynicism, I recently imagined Deepak sitting behind a large mahogany desk. His black framed glasses framing an all-knowing calm demeanor, while he pens another profound teaching that I can trip all over and bitch about on my blog. I imagined him writing with clear intention and meaning, and then pausing to look up at me, slightly smiling at my simple interpretations and elementary confusion of his profound enlightenment. And just like that, it became clear.
My unknowing, this befuddlement that I have been fumbling about in, is living the Law of Detachment perfectly. Finding peace with being exactly where you are, no matter where that is, is being detached. Not having all of the answers, not picking winning or losing as being better or worse, just being is being detached.
You can still love and inspire, hope and have real aspirations. You just don't have to fight to a finish line to define whether those feelings were worth it or of value. Success according to this law is being part of the indefinite ride, and valuing every sentiment without the pressure of an outcome. Deepak wasn't all-knowing sitting at his desk, pen in hand. He was simply at peace with just being.
My unknowing, this befuddlement that I have been fumbling about in, is living the Law of Detachment perfectly. Finding peace with being exactly where you are, no matter where that is, is being detached. Not having all of the answers, not picking winning or losing as being better or worse, just being is being detached.
You can still love and inspire, hope and have real aspirations. You just don't have to fight to a finish line to define whether those feelings were worth it or of value. Success according to this law is being part of the indefinite ride, and valuing every sentiment without the pressure of an outcome. Deepak wasn't all-knowing sitting at his desk, pen in hand. He was simply at peace with just being.
A wise man once said "uncertainty is my path to freedom." And with that, and a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, I will continue my scribblings in his books, admire his bold efforts to change the world with words and positive affirmations, and participate with purpose in my journey to not find the answers, but to simply evolve.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Fort Stever
While Hurricane Irene ripped through the city, the Stevers went into deep hibernation. See below for details on the weekend spent at "Fort Stever."
The Base Camp: Fort Stever
We moved our mattress onto the floor and away from the windows. But just to be sure that if our windows shattered, the glass wouldn't hit us, we built a fort on the bed frame made of Crate and Barrel couch cushions, which I hear really "stand up" to 85 mph winds strong enough to blow out windows:) At least we felt safer behind the mass of feather-filled, "indestructible" pillows.
Drink, Eat, Repeat
As true New Yorkers, we did what every indigenous NYC person does during times of crisis: Drink a lot of booze and eat a lot of food. Drink, as shown below, is called the "Hurricane Hero," named after my brave husband who claimed he was not scared of Irene and would protect me from her wrath (Fort Stever was his idea so as you can see that I was indeed safe under his watch). Cocktail is mostly vodka, a little lemonade and fresh lime juice shaken and served chilled. Guacamole was made fresh, and I managed to get a few bites in before Bob polished it off and licked the bowl clean which he explained as a proactive measure, just in case the power went out and dish washer wasn't working. He is so thoughtful and selfless.
Holding It Together
As we sat wondering what Hurricane Irene was capable of, we decided it would make us both feel better, and give us something to do, to adhere duck tape to the windows in a strange formation. Pretty sure this does nothing, but we felt safer and Ziggy inspected our work and confirmed feigned feeling of safety.
Boredom Sets In
After hours of moving from the couch to the refrigerator and back to the couch, and watching all of our favorite TV shows, boredom began to set in. So much so that the highlight of Bob's day was dropping a tangerine on his shirt which created what he saw as a "smiley face." His enthusiasm upon seeing the "face" in the stain was so intense (imagine a 6'4" man jumping up and down holding shirt up to his face while yelling for me) that I realized, wow, we are really bored.
Who Needs Monopoly?
As a married couple fearful of a power outage, we purchased the iconic, household staple game of Monopoly. While I agree Guess Who and Shoots and Ladders are also both must-haves in the board game department, Monopoly is a crowd please and loved by all ages. I explained to Bob that no home is a true home without Monopoly and that it was well worth the $20 splurge at Rite Aid. When we realized the power didn't and wasn't going to go out, the first thing Bob did upon being able to leave the apartment was get his $20 back from Rite Aid, leaving us once again as the family that does not and never will have board games unless they are free or Bob can draw them (think Hangman and Tick Tack Toe).
The Base Camp: Fort Stever
We moved our mattress onto the floor and away from the windows. But just to be sure that if our windows shattered, the glass wouldn't hit us, we built a fort on the bed frame made of Crate and Barrel couch cushions, which I hear really "stand up" to 85 mph winds strong enough to blow out windows:) At least we felt safer behind the mass of feather-filled, "indestructible" pillows.
Drink, Eat, Repeat
As true New Yorkers, we did what every indigenous NYC person does during times of crisis: Drink a lot of booze and eat a lot of food. Drink, as shown below, is called the "Hurricane Hero," named after my brave husband who claimed he was not scared of Irene and would protect me from her wrath (Fort Stever was his idea so as you can see that I was indeed safe under his watch). Cocktail is mostly vodka, a little lemonade and fresh lime juice shaken and served chilled. Guacamole was made fresh, and I managed to get a few bites in before Bob polished it off and licked the bowl clean which he explained as a proactive measure, just in case the power went out and dish washer wasn't working. He is so thoughtful and selfless.
Holding It Together
As we sat wondering what Hurricane Irene was capable of, we decided it would make us both feel better, and give us something to do, to adhere duck tape to the windows in a strange formation. Pretty sure this does nothing, but we felt safer and Ziggy inspected our work and confirmed feigned feeling of safety.
Boredom Sets In
After hours of moving from the couch to the refrigerator and back to the couch, and watching all of our favorite TV shows, boredom began to set in. So much so that the highlight of Bob's day was dropping a tangerine on his shirt which created what he saw as a "smiley face." His enthusiasm upon seeing the "face" in the stain was so intense (imagine a 6'4" man jumping up and down holding shirt up to his face while yelling for me) that I realized, wow, we are really bored.
Who Needs Monopoly?
As a married couple fearful of a power outage, we purchased the iconic, household staple game of Monopoly. While I agree Guess Who and Shoots and Ladders are also both must-haves in the board game department, Monopoly is a crowd please and loved by all ages. I explained to Bob that no home is a true home without Monopoly and that it was well worth the $20 splurge at Rite Aid. When we realized the power didn't and wasn't going to go out, the first thing Bob did upon being able to leave the apartment was get his $20 back from Rite Aid, leaving us once again as the family that does not and never will have board games unless they are free or Bob can draw them (think Hangman and Tick Tack Toe).
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Bob Dreams Too
Oh just a normal Thursday Facebook chat with my husband...
Bob:
Report · 1:05pm
had a weird dream about kim kardashian
i was at her wedding
crashed it
and was with 2 other guys
cant remember who
and we were doing the dance you sent me from night at roxberry
and SNL
with kim in middle
wtf
so weird
and then i gave a speech
about how much she stinks
Lauren:
Hurricane Prep 101 with the Stevers
Bob's reaction to Hurricane Irene:
"Don't worry, we will be okay. I have an emergency fanny pack. It even has a PowerBar in it from 2008. "
See below to view said fanny pack. He will eat the PowerBar (if he hasn't already) just because it is free and because expiration dates mean nothing to him (he thinks everything ages to be better like wine). He will also owe his office an emergency fanny pack since this belongs to his firm, but he will take it home and cherish it forever. Maybe even carry his crackers around in it after the storm.
Lauren's reaction to Hurricane Irene: "Do we have enough wine in the apartment to get us through?"
"Don't worry, we will be okay. I have an emergency fanny pack. It even has a PowerBar in it from 2008. "
See below to view said fanny pack. He will eat the PowerBar (if he hasn't already) just because it is free and because expiration dates mean nothing to him (he thinks everything ages to be better like wine). He will also owe his office an emergency fanny pack since this belongs to his firm, but he will take it home and cherish it forever. Maybe even carry his crackers around in it after the storm.
Lauren's reaction to Hurricane Irene: "Do we have enough wine in the apartment to get us through?"
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)