That's why America so desperately needs to embrace 'gobsmacked'.

I have embraced it. It's a good word.

Also, great e-mail from Bec. So glad things are working out for you.

For P-C: Indian Courtship With a U.S. Touch

The venerable South Asian tradition of arranged marriages has taken on an American reinvention. Dr. Patel's mother and father had a hand in their daughter's selection. They were in touch with friends, cousins and cousins of cousins for suggestions about whom she should marry. But Dr. Patel was free to reject them all.

Only over dinner with Dr. Shah - her ninth suitor - did she finally begin a courtship that was fueled as much by chemical attraction as by familial interest. Her marriage, as some young Indians refer to it, was "love-cum-arranged."

I'm thinking "love-cum-arranged" is not the best term they could have come up with....

I'm thinking "love-cum-arranged" is not the best term they could have come up with....

Um...yeah. But in some cases, it's probaby pretty apt.

My brother had cook out parties.

See, I skip 300 posts and then this is the first thing I see. And of course I read it as "cock out parties", which is an entirely different dynamic.

Sigh.

...don't mind me. I'm vaccuming the cat, rather than pack for trip to Scotland (it's 4.24am). Right. Off I go to pack. This is my packing. Lalalala...

And of course I read it as "cock out parties", which is an entirely different dynamic.

I'm picturing a normal party, except that at some random time someone blows a whistle and shouts, "Alright - cock out!"

Today is a wierd day.

Work was good - I had a review that was really good, with a raise, and some unofficial new duties. Technically, I am not qualified to do them by title. but the way the buearcracy works - you start doing the job then it can become official. I am very happy about this.

I am not as happy with my body today. While I was at the grocery store ( after work , no dinner yet) I got hungry and yet felt very ill, very tired, and , extreame dry mouth and strong need for the bathroom. All on the mild side but combinded they were really annoying. Possibilities were 1) low blood sugar 2) a result of not takeing one of my allergy/asthma meds for 2 days or 3) not drinking enough water while on a HBP med. BS was a little low. Food has helped , along with water, and sitting - but it was just annoying. Esp since I am not sure who is thr true culprit.

Thanks for the article, tommyrot. Yeah, that's pretty much what my parents are doing for me, I think.

I love that they worked in the whole "bio-data" thing. Hee hee hee.

I'm thinking "love-cum-arranged" is not the best term they could have come up with....

Well, maybe not in that order.

Hope that doesn't happen often for you, beth. Or if it does, that it happens in such a way that you quickly figure out what the matter is, so you can know best what to do to keep it from happening.

mini-meara:

Mine is a scene in our kitchen at home, in which I mention that I love to write, and my mom says that's okay, I can still write as a hobby, and my dad says, and I will never forget, "You're not going to waste your brain with writing!"

P-C, I think you have Simon Tam's parents. You might want to warn your sister.

I went to the bathroom today and found Owen happily dialing the telephone.

Yesterday my DH's new employee brought his son (age 2) into the office. Kid knows what to do with a phone, so he picked one up and started hollering into it. Thing is, at the embassy, if you have the handset up long enough you eventually get connected to the (Greek) operator. There was much confusion.

Between that and reading about Leif's exploits, it's like looking into the future.

It's from Bec about AS

Awww. That's astoundingly nice.

3) not drinking enough water while on a HBP med

I first read this as "Half-Blood Prince" med and thought the Harry Potter merchandizing had gone a little overboard. Hope your body gets into line for you today, beth.

I'm a wee bit stressed. I found out last night, late, that our house guest who is arriving tomorrow and staying 10 days is bringing his girlfriend.

For just him, I'd done no prep - he's been a friend forever and is way casual and nuestra casa es su casa. But now I have to hump ass to get the place presentable, and lay in groceries...and I'm doubting that she'll like any of the food I make, being Moldovan.

I did just about e-smack him last night. Not for the bringing of her, but I asked for a little bio about her. He said "I sent Robert a copy of her passport." I was like, "No, Mr. Political Wonk, I don't care about her citizenship. Does she smoke? Is she allergic to cats? Does she drink? Does she have any food restrictions?" Gah.