Rainy Days and Sunny Side Ups

Hey there!

Miss me?

Let me tell you, summers in King George are just crazy wild. You never know what's going to happen, it's just... whoa. You turn the corner and BAM, major adventure.

This is, of course, a lie.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad my family has finally worked out a home base (we didn't always have a defined one) but living in the middle of nowhere can be a little rough.

Thankfully, I have been blessed with a job. I work in a little Indian family-owned restaurant, where the wife is a waitress with me, the husband is half cook, and the four year old is the (adorable) show! Being a curious cat, I've tried to learn everything from the wife, Puneeta, that I can. Not just about which way she wants the napkins folded, but her culture, the life she left in India, and how it feels to love someone enough to live their dream, the way she did her husband's.

But more on that later, because that will take an entire book -hint hint-

I've enjoyed being able to teach Puneeta a few tidbits as well from my culture. That's the Southern-American-College-Youth culture, in case you were unsure. One example being "chill" as something other than a temperature. It's also be interesting to hear "y'all" said with an Indian accent, or to watch how wide her eyes get when I tell her I've been allowed to date since I was 15, and that was old for many of my friends. 

I had a hard time teaching her one lesson, though. You see, in India, the daughter doesn't get too many choices. She's told where to be, how to be, and who to be with. Here, she answers to her father and mother-in-law, instead of the parents still back home. Her job is to run her man's castle, to be ready to jump when he states exactly how high. So, being me as you know me, I wanted her to know this as soon as possible:

But as I watched her tell her husband it would be better for the customer to do things her way, it seems she's had it in her all along.
I am woman, hear me rawr.


Curl Gurl, out!