Month: April 2005

Puzzle

For the last few days Olga and I are trying to solve a puzzle. We are trying to figure out the nature of pimples that Maxim has all over his face, head, and upper back. Our pediatrician is not much of a help in this issue. At first he suggested that these are caused by Olga’s hormones, which is a usual thing. We believed him.

But after a view cycles of disappearing and appearing, it was suggested that there is some alergenic component in Olga’s diet. We’ve been searching for it ever since. The search is complicated by a fact that the cause and effect are separated with about 24 hours. Meaning that when Olga eats something she is not supposed to, we can see it only about the same time the next day. Consider now that Olga eats at least three times a day and has some variety at that.

Meanwhile, dr.Simos prescribed some sort of baby face cream to soften the skin a bit. I bought it today and we’ll see if it will be of any help. Until we fix this, Maxim’s face skin looks and feels like one from a 13-year old teenager. Not much fun…

Love song gone wrong

I was listening to the radio today while in the car and there was this band singing a love song. Before the song began, in the intro, it is said that the song is about a woman, broken heart, and all sorts of usual stuff. The song was sang by two male voices, in turns, with chorus doen in duet. The funny part was that in the song itself there were like one or two references to a woman. If missed, the song sounded totally gay. I mean there were these two guys singing a love song to each other.

I almost died laughing. Imagine a band writing a great pop song. It sells lots and lots of copies. So they go out on a tour for additional promotion and money. They expect a whole bunch of young hot chicks jumping on top of them. And instead, they get a bunch of romanticallly mooded boys! Now that would be an eye openner!

Saved by the SMS

I was expecting my salary to be transfered to my bank account today. It didn’t happen. I checked my bank account a couple of times and relaxed – “Probably tomorrow” – I thought. In the evening realized that I need about 10 CYP to by some souvlaki. I didn’t have any. I thought – “No problem. There is this friend of mine on the way to kebab house, so I’ll just pass by and borrow some money from him.”. When I came to the guy, it turned out that he didn’t have any mony on him as well.

So, I was standing halfway to the kebab place without a cent in my pocket. I was trying to figure out where to get some money. I didn’t want to go too far off the way. And I didn’t want to open the credit line in the kebab place. There were practically no options left.

And at exactly last moment before I got disappointed with the situation I recieve an SMS. It was an automatic notification from my bank that even forgot I setup. It notified me that the balance on my account is above the specified value, which could only mean one thing – my salary got transfered. I am pretty sure no banks work around here at 7 o’clock in the evening, so I couldn’t believe my eyes. I went to the closest ATM and presto! The money were indeed there.

There is something magical about all of it…