Monday, October 31, 2005

Bazaar Vest

John and I have been getting to know our downstairs neighbors. Wael is from Egypt. Martina is from Slovakia. They have a little boy, Adam (pronounced Ad-DOM), who is learning Slovak, Arabic and English. Tina pops her head out her window while I hand laundry, and we've chatted quite a bit. We all had dinner together last week, and decided at that point to to go Bazaar Vest together.

Bazaar Vest is a market outside of town that specializes in Middle Eastern foods. There are stalls for meat, bread, sweets (hello, Baklava!) and clothing. There are also small markets for packaged foods from overseas, everything from pasta, olive oil and risotto to Raman noodles (go figure) and Capri Sun. They have the best fruit market in town.

John and I went once before, but the crowds bother John, and it's a long bus ride. It's very noisy. I also have no idea how to order meat at their butcher- there are cows just hanging there, waiting to be spoken for. (The meat does look wonderful, though.) Getting out there just seems more trouble than it's worth.

This time we were going with friends. Better yet, friends that knew the ins and outs of the market (it's rather maze-like). We came home with bags of fruit, fresh bread (half the price in town!), dates, and veggies that for once didn't look like they were about to rot. John bought some Turkish delight, which he said was very sweet, kinda like a gumdrop.

We all had a good time. I think Wael and Tina liked showing us around. Next time we go, however, it will have to be past the Ramadan fasting. There were stalls selling roasted chickens, samosas, and shawarma, as well as sweets. I was dying to try things, but couldn't bring myself to eat in front of all the fasting Muslims. (I know they don't mind, but I feel rude.) We all decided that next time we go, we're going for lunch!

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Dream

I think it’s generally not a good idea to tell people your dreams but this one was so funny that I have to relay it. Remember that this is a dream so this would never happen. Nate and I were moving back to Lynchburg (See, I told you this would never happen.) We were at his Grammie’s house and Matt, Matt and Dave worked down the hill from there in some big building. We didn’t tell any of you that we were moving there so it was quite a shock when you all got out of work and we were standing at the top of the hill. Matt G. came out of the building first. He was so excited that he started beating the air in a wild fit of enthusiasm! Unfortunately people thought he was going to beat Nate in a wild fit of enthusiasm! It took two men and a big white dog to pin Matt down. Dave came out next, saw the scene and started flailing his arms in a goofy sort of way. Matt W. came out at this point and it’s kind of vague but I think he just stood in shock, observing the whole mess. By then Jenn and Heather had arrived to meet their husbands. Then a little girl in a pink toy car started rolling down the hill. That was pretty much it. Dreams are crazy.

My 2 cents

First let me comment on some of the recent postings. Heck, preschools and even elementary schools have you fill out a specific list (usually only 1 or 2 other names) of people authorized to pick your child up. When I drop the boys off at AfterCare for the hour I am teaching drama down the hall at the school, I have to sign them in and out, AND I'VE WORKED THERE FOR 8 YEARS! I definately think I'd be nervous about the Danish system but then again if you aren't hearing about Amber Alerts and missing kids every other day, I guess there is a lot less to worry about.

Now onto the video venting. Ey-yi-yi. What used to be nice was at least when you put the DVD in, you could immediately press the MENU button and skip all the trailers.......not anymore. It definately is frustrating. Marketing to kids has got to be one of the most annoying things to parents. Lucas has been invited to birthday parties where, when asked for gift suggestions, I get "anything Toy Story". I asked one of his playgroup friends what he was going to be for Halloween and he said "the evil emperor Zerg" ??? Seriously? Who the heck is that? Apparently a sequil character. I guess that's what we get for watching mostly Jeopardy, baseball, football, or parently-screened Nature shows from PBS. I will however admit that Monsters Inc is now the new movie favorite and is starting to wear out. But at least I'm getting a nice, long, hot shower each day! Priceless Mommy Time!

Anyway, what's new with the Wilbers? Well the basement has been cleared out and is slowly becoming the new playroom. Hallelujah! All we need is some foam flooring pads and all the toys will be moved downstairs. (Then the baby stuff can start coming back UPstairs) The bikes, train set, legos, and drums are already there. The office is gated off so I can be down there to email or scrapbook but the kids cant get in (insert evil grin here). Connor has basically become Lucas' shadow and copycat. He wants whatever his brother has, does whatever his brother does, and says everything his brother says. His new word is 'awesome' which Lucas recently picked up and now Connor thinks everything is awesome too. Its cute but can definatly cause conflict. I'm temped to ask for every toy we already have for Christmas just to help combat the fighting. Connor's vocabulary has skyrocketed in just the last few weeks. He's probably got at least 30 words under his belt now. I'm still catering and have 2 dinners, a reception and a lunch scheduled for this week. Im also trying to get Christmas shopping done since Im having Braxton Hicks contractions already and want everything done in case Jr #3 comes a bit early. (7 weeks left and counting on the official calendar though). Well someone is moving furniture upstairs so that can't be a good sign. Best get back to mothering.

Danish Daycare

My newer babysitting job inculdes picking up the three year-old, Karoline, at daycare. I thought you guys might be interested in the place, or the system in general.

There is State-sponsored daycare here, families do pay for it, but I think they receive a stiped. (I am not about that, or how much.) When a child is born it is important to register them with the system, so that a placement will be ready when the child is 10- 14 months old. (Depending on one's job, that is about when family leave ends here.)

The most popular option seems to be daycare centers, which serve babies 9 months to 3 years or 3 years to 6 years. Children start school at 6. It is also possible to hire a nanny, like myself, who can care for up to 4 children. They are seen as poor options. From my experience, I would agree. They are poorly educated, and losely regulated. Some are good. Some are horrid.

The daycare centers can be a shock to an American. They take getting used to. The focus is on the children learning to get along and interact well, which is great. There is no pre-math or pre-reading forced down their throats, as it can be in the States, although the kids are read to and do crafts. Children learn to read at age 6 when they start school. Activities focus on dress-up play, music, singing and dance, and lots of outdoors activity.

The youngest nap outdoors every day. This is seen as a way to prevent allergies and keep illness at bay. The babies are well-dressed, placed in prams outdoors, and well-covered with fluffy duvets and waterproof covers when needed. I have no doubt the children are comfortable, and allergies are very, very rare here. (My doctor claimed no one in his practice has allergies.) The temperature rarely drops below 30. Most parents put their children to nap outdoors as well.

Karoline goes to a converted farmhouse for daycare, with other 3-6 year-olds. There are no fences, and the children can come and go from the farmhouse as they please. The front yard is mowed, but much of the land is wild. There are huge boulders out front that line the porch, which the children love to play on. They have rabbits (caged, which the children can take out), chickens (free-range), and several cats (all strays they center feeds) to care for and play with. The children dress themselves for the outdoors. That means that if it's cold and they don't put on mittens, they don't wear mittens.

At first my American eyes saw numerous ways to fall and kill oneself, easy ways to get lost or get caught in pricker bushes, and numerous ways to get scratched or bit by skittish animals. But the kids don't wander off. They have a reasonable idea of their physical limitations and don't bother the animals. My paranoid mind saw children freezing and wet. Those that were apparently went back in for appropriate clothes. In fact, they look quite happy and healthy. Karoline loves it there.

I guess the lesson I learned was, they're not stupid, they're three.

The first night I picked Karoline up, I was sure I'd be asked for ID, and have to sign her out. I was shocked when Karoline ran up to me, waved to her caretakers, and they waved back and shouted goodbye. I insisted on speaking to a teacher, and they obviously thought I was a bit odd. Of course I could just leave with her! Why on Earth would it be any different?

At Heather and Matt's rehersal dinner, Matt's father said, "Sometimes a thing isn't better or worse, it's just different." That stuck a cord with me then. I had that written and posted on my office wall at the resettlement center, where everyone had such different habits and traditions it was important to keep that in mind.

Many of the practices at the daycare centers here would be seen as 'bad,' possibly negligent. There are things I don't like about the system here, but from my experience it generally turns out children who enjoy daycare/school, have good social skills, take responsibility for themselves, are physically fit and can entertain themselves.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

More on Crack for Preschoolers

Kris - you absolutely cracked me up with your last post. You are so dead-on, and it's so sad.

So most any childrens' video I've ever seen has the pre-show trailer that advertizes toys and TV shows that "your kids will love." In other words, "Thanks for buying this video. To show our gratitude, here's other crap that we'll tell your child they need to pester you about." In your case, it was ax-sess-or-ies, and the famed Princess Party. I mean, you can't have such an event without Princess Party-brand napkins, napkin holders, placemats, tea cups, saucers, fine china, silver, table clothes, and fully catered by the Prince Party Catering Company, a division of Matel.

Obviously, I've not seen any of these Princess Party videos, mainly because I'm doing homework all the live long day. However, if I had some free time to spare, I'd surely be staying up late watching the collectors' edition of this fine cinemagraphic series. So you say Jasmine's boy is being stolen away by an evil mermaid? What's a girl to do? Well I'll tell you what: she better go plan a tea party and consult with her other princess friends to understand what is wrong with her. Maybe she's just a bad person? I'm sure that's it. Now go change your personality and win that boy back! I mean, he's got a magic carpet, right? Nine out of ten princesses agree that boyfriends with magic carpets are worth fighting evil mermaids for. This is all very useful information that kids will glean from this story. How could you be against her watching this essential documentary on life and values, Kris?

I think somebody needs a Princess Party...

Crack for Preschoolers

I watched Olivia last night while her parents went out. Since I usually don't watch her in the evenings, her parents allowed us to make the night into a party of our own. Olivia was allowed to rent a video.

Olivia's choice was 'The Adventures of Jasmine." Olivia loves Jasmine. She was very excited. It's part of the Princess Series of videos. Frankly, I was expecting total crap entertainment: poorly written, poorly animated, poorly executed. But I was ready to look interested.

It was even worse than I'd expected.

It started with a commercial for Disney's Princess Party DVD, which takes a lucky girl through the process of planning and executing the Perfect Princess Party for her friends. It reminded me of a prechool version of the "How to Be Popular" movie from the '50s. It was full of suggestions such as, "Remember, accessorizing is the key!" while a high-pitched soprano sang in the background, "Let's play princess!!!" I didn't think Olivia was paying much attention, as she was looking around the room and asking where Jasmine was. (silly me)

We moved on to the video. The first cartoon was all about Jasmine's worries about losing Aladdin to an evil mermaid. It was full of lements such as, "What will I do without my boyfriend?" The rest of the cartoons featured comments such as, "Jasmine, you're a girl, what would you know?" I was sick. Absolutely sick.

I was hoping that Olivia was only paying partial attention. The jokes were over her head, the pace was entirely too fast for her, and she was clearly bored with the video (although we couldn't turn it off, either). Even with my help (and I was cheery about it), she was having trouble figuring out what was happening, on the most basic level.

Oh, she was watching, alright.

When it was all over, she asked me what I thought of the evil mermaid in the first episode. I said I thought she was mean. Olivia said she was pretty, and Aladdin liked her because she was pretty and said nice things about him. So I mentioned that she wasn't being honest, that she was only saying nice things but didn't really mean them. Olivia's conclusion was, "It's ok. She is good at making friends."

She also remembered the Princess Party. Turns out she's already been invited to one. She had to check the invitation, and she was right, it was the invitation from the video. "OH, Kristen!!!" She exlaimed, "A PRINCESS PARTY!!!" Her eyes actually sparkled with tears of joy, "I have to remember to ax-sess-or-ize."

Monday, October 17, 2005

Trick or Treat!

Question for you guys: Do you celebrating Halloween? If so, what will you be doing and what will the kiddies dress up as?

We don't celebrate Halloween in Denmark. Actually, this week is 'Potato Holiday,' a week where school kids get off and would traditionally help their parents harvest potatoes. The just get the week off now. Perhaps they eat potatoes, but that's as close as tradition gets these days.

However, since Danes are always looking for new ways to decorate their homes- especially the windows and doors (maybe they've read your book, Karen!)- a crop of jack-o-lanterns has appeared this year. The first year we were here a few stores sold pumpkins to decorate with. Last year I saw a jack-lantern or two (and assumed it might be the home of one of the 6,000 American ex-pats in Århus). This year has been an explosion. It depends on the neighborhood, but in residential areas I usually see one or two a block.

Apparently, someone has circulated a template of "What Your Jack-O-Lantern Should Look Like" to the locals, because they all carve the same thing: the triangle eyes, nose, and mouth with exactly one tooth. I find that funny.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Good evening everyone. Or, Good morning Kris and John. We've had a nice rainy day here. Went to Nate's grandma's house for a few hours. The waves were beautifully ginormous! All went well until Jane decided to not nap and turn into that baby in the Incredibles. Remember Jack Jack? How he turns into a flaming ball of some lead like material and in a fit of rage plummets to the earth? We call her Jane Jane when she gets like that.

I'm reading a book from the library Kris that makes me think of our Rochester days in that little shack of an apartment. The book is called Personality of a House by Emily Post. It's almost like those etiquette books we got such a kick out of. Listen to this: "A front door of lovely design and perfect scale is like a beautiful hand held out in welcome. A hideously untidy door is like a dirty hand that is repellent to touch." It goes on and on.

Right, Nate just brought in ice cream. Must run...

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

How to break into your own house.

Last night, the weather was great. Mid 70's, overcast. So while Jenn was doing dishes, I took Caleb & Emily in the back yard on the swingset. Then Jenn came out a short time afterwards, and then Caleb went in and out of the house a couple times to get some more toys. Around 7pm, it was time to go in and get a bath (for Caleb, that is). Jenn walked to the back door of the house, and.......... it was locked. So whilest she stayed with Emily on the swing, I tried the front door. Locked. However, it turns out Jenn doesn't lock the Saturn sometimes, and there's a garage door opener in there that would enable me to get to the door in the garage. I opened the Saturn, subsequently opened the garage door, and tried the door in the garage. Locked.

Jenn recalled that there is one window that is known to be unlocked - in our bedroom, on the SECOND FLOOR. This is the "2am-shout-at-the-neighbor's-#$%&-dogs-to-shut-the-#$@!-up window," and as such, it is always unlocked and ready for flinging open. Luckily I have an 8 foot ladder in the garage. Unluckily, my ladder reaches nowhere near the second story window. It turned out our neighbor (not the one with the dogs) has an extension ladder that I was able to carry over (very heavy), and prop up, and climb into our second story window, and then unlock the house for everyone else. And the entire process only took half an hour.....just enough time to get Caleb that bath, and off to bed on-time.

Thus, there is a benefit to leaving some entry method into your house unlocked. Or maybe it's just easier to give a spare key to a neighbor.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Alasa Farms

Got some more pics for anyone interested at my Flickr thingy. Today we went on a MOMS Club field trip to Alasa Farms. Although the weather began damp and misty, by the time we all gathered and started the tour, it cleared up and held off. First, we toured the barns and saw some of the 200 animals. We saw horses, goats, sheep, rabbits, pot belly pigs, chickens, geese and Pete, the 1000 lb pig! The kids got to pet many of the animals and loved it. Then Farmer Griff took us on a hayride. When we returned the boys both got a small (1/4 peck) paper bag for $1 and we walked over to the orchard to pick our own apples. Lucas picked most of the apples himself while Connor enjoyed following us as he munched on his apple. The boys were so well behaved and had a lot of fun. Enjoy the photos!

Radio Almahaba

I'm supposed to be starting a bit of design work for a friend back home, concerning the newest program within her NGO, Opportunities for Kids, International. I thought you guys might want to take a peek.

It's called Radio Almahaba. Almahaba means love in Arabic. The Station broadcasts a combination of music (Western and Middle Eastern) and talk, and focuses primarily on women's issues and the role of women in Iraq today. The station allows women to listen in the privacy and safety of their own homes (public interest in such issues could threaten their safety, in fact, women who work at the station have been threatened). It also allows them to particiapate in the discussions by calling in. Many of the broadcasters are women, and serve as an important example in a country where women's rights are sliding dangerously backwards.

Take a look at Opportunities for Kids, International online and their new project, Radio Almahaba.

There was an excellent article in the Buffalo News today, which is well-worth reading (Don Esmonde is my hometown hero).

You can also hear the spot on National Public Radio.

Friday, October 07, 2005

DAVE!

Dave! You've got to say something when you upload a bunch of pics to Flickr!!!!!! How long have these been here???? Like the ones with your parents, and Sabrina's mom & Aunt???

:-)

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Fall dress


New Fall Clothes
Originally uploaded by mgenovese.
Here's a picture of Emily taken today in her new dress.

A Hunny update

Hi all! I thought I should take a minute to mention Hunny. She is, for the most part, doing well, but she is getting old. She'll be 15 this February! A month ago she missed the litter box twice. Now, you guys know that Hunny has been known to booby trap the house in certain unpleasant ways when she's mad, but this time she was peeing outside the litter box. Hunny doesn't do that.

She has an inflamation of the bladder. An antibiotic and steroid were tried, but both times the inflamation came back. The vet said it's kinda like getting arthritis when you're older- some inflamations do not go away. This is probably the case with Hunny.

The good news is that it is not painful. It can also be treated with a steroid shot every 4-6 weeks. She had her first shot in the beginnning of September, and since then she's a changed cat. The inflamation is under control, and the high dose of steroids has given her new vigor. She chases my brother's cat around, and has returned to some of the older habits old age had discouraged: playing, chasing, and following people around (as opposed to lounging in the sun room).

The question now is how long the vet will allow the steroid shots to continue. As she is in no pain and actually enjoying life more with the shots, I am hoping that they will allow her to continue for some time, although with people I know routine steroid shots cause problems after awhile.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that she can continue like this for awhile- at least as her curent quality of life continues. Thought I should keep you posted, in case anything happens.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

If you're interested

I was thinking . . . this would give you guys an idea of what's available and cost-of living stuff. Most of the sites are in Danish, but you can figure out enough to take a peek. For prices, divide by 6. (exchange rate today is 6.25 kroner to $1 UDS)

Netto is one of our discount food stores. Føtex is our high-end store. The links are to this week's sales flyer.

Fona is one of the main computer/electronic stores here. We do have a Computer City in town, which is very small.

Baby Sam is the main store here for baby furniture and "hardware." The clothes they offer are top quality, most kids (especially the youngest) have very good stuff for outerwear, as they spend most of their day outdoors. People invest in good stuff. You can get cheaper clothes at the department stores downtown, most people buy day-day clothes there.

Monday, October 03, 2005

I'll Play!

You know you're an American ex-pat in Århus when....

. . . you stop walking in the bike paths, and look both ways for bikes before getting off the bus.

. . . you accept that the answer to , "No thanks, I don't drink. Coke would be great" is , "Would you like rum or vodka in that?"

. . . you stop wondering why no on has a bathtub.

. . . you no longer wonder when you see a baby unattended in a pram outside a store, or sleeping outdoors in the pram on a balcony, even in the rain.

. . .you use the word "pram," think combo strollers from the US are incredibly tiny, and know their wheels will fall off on the cobblestones here in a matter of days.

. . . you don't question a 6 year-old taking the bus across town alone.

. . . you don't worry about taking a walk after dark (which may be 4 in the afternoon).

. . . you know that 4 in the afternoon is 16:00, and you've never been in the military.

. . . you know what someone means when they say to meet again in week 54.

. . . you meet someone who has a house, realize that it's smaller than your apartment, and still mean it when you say, "WOW! You've got a lot of space here!"

. . . raising three kids in a two bedroom apartment seems normal.

. . . taking children out to play in a sandbox in the pouring rain in January seems normal.

. . . you no longer buy food on sale, knowing it will rot, spoil, or mold within 24 hours.

. . . it takes three stops to buy milk and celery, but you think that's great.

. . . you understand people ten seconds after they speak to you, which is five seconds too long and they switch to English.

. . . you respond to someone in your Best Danish and they still say, "Where are you from?"

. . . you can hear the difference between the vowels here, but they still sound like someone choking when you say them.

. . . leaving off the end of a word seems like a good idea, and people understand you better.

. . . you think that 20 kroner (about $3.50) is a good deal for anything.

. . .you happily pay 20 kroner for an ice cream cone, and think it's a great deal.

. . . you buy ice cream in February when walking on the pedestrian mall, in the rain.

. . . you no longer think twice about walking downtown for groceries in the rain. In fact, it doesn't even occur to you to "wait until it stops."

. . . you own rain gear, and it's the most important item in your wardrobe.

. . . you feel the sun on your face and think, "What's that?"

. . . you think a clothes dryer is a luxury.

. . . you know that in the winter you need to get your clothes out the line by 9, since the sun will be behind the buildings by 1. Likewise, you realize that it is possible to hang your clothes at 6 pm and still have them dry by 10. This does not seem odd.

. . . you trust that if you drop a glove scarf on the sidewalk that it will still be there several hours later, propped up on the nearest stoop or post.

. . . going for a walk on a Sunday afternoon is the first activity that comes to mind.

. . . you don't even think about getting to the store after 6, or past 4 on the weekends. You automatically stock up on food Friday or Saturday afternoon.

. . . you want to go shopping at 8 o'clock (20:00) on special shopping days, just because you can.

. . . you no longer wonder why the birds are singing in the summer at 2 am.

. . you see a policeman on the street and wonder what's wrong.

. . . you can pick out the American tourists downtown before they speak.

. . . wearing a skirt, sweater and stockings to the grocery store is normal.

. . . you no longer wonder how people could smoke indoors, in a doctor's office, or in a restaurant, or look for the non-smoking areas there.

. . . you aren't surprised to see a dog on a bus or in a grocery store off a leash.

. . . you attempt to eat sandwhichs with a knife and fork, but sill have to give up on the potato chips.

. . . when stuck outside mid-day, you look for shwarma or a french hot dog to snack on.

. . . you start saying, "No worries," and answering questions, with "Ja, ja." "Hi hi" seems like a logical way to say goodbye.

Saturday, October 01, 2005

You know you're in Austin when...

...it drops 28 degrees within one day.

(Wednesday high was 103F, Thursday was in the mid-70's.)

Or, when you plan your morning commute route based on the location of a good breakfast taco stand.

...When there's a man with a goatee in black hose and high-heels walking down Congress Ave., and you don't think twice about it, except that you wonder what it would have been like if he actually won the mayoral race. (His name is Leslie, and he's as familiar as Vinne & Angelo in Rochester.)

When some of the best BBQ is sold at a restaurant who touts themselves to have the Worst BBQ in Texas, and they also sell gas at their full-service station. (Rudy's)

When you honk at the guy who just cut you off while he's talking on his cell phone, and he manages to flick you off with the hand he should be driving with....and it's only 8:30am.

When the population of the city increases/decreases by about 50K when the UT summer break ends/begins.

When you look forward to going to HEB on the way home from work because they have taste-testing stands, and fresh tortillas to snack on, and a cook who will let you try lamb chops in a delightful plum sauce, who will give you a recipe card so you can never make it at home.

When you hear anyone pronounce "HEB" as anything but the letters H, E, B, you realize they're not from 'round here.

When evening rush hour begins at 4pm, and ends at 7pm......except for Friday rush hour which begins Thursday afternoon.

When half the people you know (professionally) are working for start-ups, and you know at least one person who lost their job during the internet bubble burst a couple years ago.

When there's an HEB on every corner, and a gas station on every other corner. And if you have to travel more than a quarter mile to find any one of those places, you're doing something wrong.

When on game day, the entire city wears burnt orange.

When wearing a shirt with the word "Oklahoma" written on it will yield a general uneasyness because of all the evil stares you'll receive wherever you go (unless you're actually in Oklahoma.)

When you see someone (from the back) wearing a shirt that says "Body by Queso", you know they work or did work at a restaurant called El Arroyo.

When its exciting to drive by El Arroyo on 5th street because you never know what their sign will say each day.

When you went to Chuy's (restaurant) long before President Bush's daughter got busted for underage drinking there.

When you enjoy going to the Salsa Festival at Waterloo park in mid-summer when it's over 100 degrees out because you can taste test habanero salsa that will make your eyes water and nose sweat.....for free.

When you first hear that Fredericksburg Peaches are ripe and in season, and your mouth begins to water already.

When you see a sign while driving that says "Now entering Austin City Limits", and you realize that for as long as you've lived within the city limits, you've never been to a taping of the PBS show with the same name.

When its worth it to live in a neighborhood with a homeowners' association, because neighborhoods that don't have them look like crap......because they can.

When a tiny 2 bedroom 1 bath house built in the 1950's in zip code 78704 is worth about five-hundred thousand dollars.

When everybody who owns a house knows what type of grass they have, and the benefits and detriments of having that particular variety. To prove my point, we have St. Augustine, which chokes out weeds well, but doesn't handle direct sun well without proper watering.

When having the A/C go out in your car or home warrants as much emergency attention as finding out all the arteries to your heart are 98% clogged....which also may be possible depending on how many cheese enchiladas per week you consume. However, fixing the A/C still ranks higher.

When you hear someone mention "scorpions," you don't first think of an 80's band, but rather an animal you don't want to find in your house.

When you hear someone mention "gourds" or "scabs", you first think of local bands, not vegetables or....scabs.

When you know what a "Dellionaire" is.

When you've actually seen the "Round Rock."

When there's a marathon or "fun run" almost every other weekend in the Spring and Summer.

When loops are straight (Mopac), and most roads are four-digits long, and begin with two-letter acronyms (RM2222, FM1626, FM1826, etc.), and you're still not entirely sure what they stand for.

When the #1 bumper sticker in Austin reads "Keep Austin Weird."

When you hear someone say they're catching the 'Dillo, that means they're getting on a bus....but when they're catching an Armidillo, that means they're trying to trap that pain in the butt animal that is digging up the flower beds at night.

When the Barton Springs Salamander has the ability to single-handedly clear out the Barton Springs pool for days while they check for contamination that would endager its well-being, but it's perfectly OK to zone Walmart to build right next to my house.

When every Tex/Mex restaurant serves chips and salsa for free with your meal, and any place that would think of charging for that appetizer for it just doesn't "get it", and probably won't last long (or it's a national chain which you shouldn't be eating at anyway.)

When you long to be "Matt" from Matt's El Rancho, who owned a little tamale stand on Congress (I think), and was bought out when the value of his land skyrocketed, and now he owns restaurants all over Austin with the money he made from that deal.

When tamales with sour cream and salsa is a perfectly acceptable meal for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. OK, maybe not breakfast, but it's starting to sound good at 12:10am.

When you hear "Katz's Never Kloses", it is followed by "6th and Rio Grande" in your head. And then you wonder what would have happened in Mark Katz won the mayoral election against Leslie the transvestite, and Will Wynn, who actually did win....probably because his name said he would.

When you go to Magnolia Cafe at 1am to get migas or BBQ chicken tacos, because its been 6 hours since your last meal, and they're still serving. And there's a waiting list.


(These are just off the top of my head. I thought I'd write my own list here, because it's more fun than doing homework. I stole that one about rush hour, but all the others were just from sitting and thinking about it. Hope you can come and visit sometime. I'll take you to eat the worst BBQ in Texas.)