Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Ooooh, i'm not a very nice person

Ok, so... one interesting thing about me/my family (well, everything's about me, really, hee hee) is that my husband is not originally from here. He was born and raised in the Republic of Georgia, former USSR. He's actually going to become a naturalized citizen (finally, Hallelujah) in about three weeks, and has been here in the states for almost ten years. I met him in high school when he was a foreign exchange student and we've been together ever since.

Anyway, allll of his family is overseas, we've visited twice since we've been married. His brother speaks fairly good English, and his dad communicates well with a version of charades that we do together (it's hysterical, i tell you) and the little Georgian that i speak. Georgian is, ah, a complicated and difficult language. If my husband were even Italian, i'd be in good shape, as i do speak some Spanish, but hot damn... Georgian is a bad mofo of a language to try to learn if you don't live there. It is not related to a single other language system in the world, not Russian, or Turkish, or fucking Czech even, it stands alone (typical of the culture, i tell you).

I know this story is dragging but stick with me, there's so much history we haven't shared yet (dear lord, who the hell am i talking to anyway... probably myself). AAAAnyway, when G and i were first married, and i was desperate to please my in-laws and show them that he had not in fact married a flighty and irresponsible American hussy, i worked my ass off to learn some Georgian and talk with them as much as possible. I would fumble along and try to make sense with MIL, most of all, because let's face it, the boy's mama is the number one person a woman has to impress, bar none. Well, as time has passed, i have, um, slacked off in this department, you might say. And now, i have a horrible confession to make: I hang up when MIL calls or pretend the connection is bad. Yes, i'm going to hell, i know it. I like her, don't get me wrong, but it is SUCH effort to dredge up conversation that i just don't bother anymore. I suck. Ugh. I really have to stop doing that.


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