Year: 2005

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…

Passing gases

Gases are a well-known souce of pain for infants. Thus, parents are usually very concerned about their kids passing gases. If gases get out – all is well. If they don’t – expect sleepless nights.

Olga and I are not an exception. We watch Maxim closely on the issue and share information on how often and how “hard” he did it. Needless to say that Maxim is not very good at controlling his body yet. Passing of gases occurres sporadically. One of the helpers seems to be the stress. When he is nervious about something, his muscles contract and he farts. Hence the expression “nervious fartdown” (“нервный Ñ?пук”), which is based on “nervious breakdown” (“нервный Ñ?рыв”).

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It has been one week

It has been one week since my mother left Cyprus. Similarly to how I said that last month was the longest month of my life that I can remember, last week was the longest week of my life that I can remember. I drove my mother to the airport last Sunday, and by Tuesday lunch time I was thinking that it feels like a month has gone by already.

The strange thing is that managing things without my mother wasn’t that difficult. Luckily we already had some sort of routine and we only had to modify it slightly. What turned out difficult was the absense of the backup. When mom was here, I knew that even if I wouldn’t wake up when Maxim cries, she would. Or if I would forget to wash the floor in the bedroom, she would either remind me or do it herself.

Also, there are times when I am just tired. Especially, if Maxim needs to be put to sleep and he doesn’t want, I have to sit with him for an hour or more until he falls asleep. He hates it with me when he doesn’t want to sleep and I am trying to hypnotize him. With my mother he calms down and starts dreaming silently in a matter of minutes. She just has this grandma magic thing.

So we were managing everything without any help for one week now. We learned our new routine and Maxim got used to us being the only people who take care of him. He knows now that no matter how hard he would cry, it is either me or Olga to calm him down. This is good.

But we are not the kind of people who would want Maxim to forget his grandma. He was “talking” to her on the phone today for a few minutes. Firstly, I put my mobile to his ear and my mother talked to him. He heard her voice and started his “Au!” and “Bu!” routines. He was shouting back. He also tried his best to hold the mobile with his hands. Oh, and his eyes were the size of a small apple, like he just saw David Copperfield’s performance or something. This was fun to watch. Really.

If everything goes as planned, we should have Olga’s mother arriving on 18th of April. Hopefully, she would spend a month with us. And if everything goes totally perfect, than my mother will come back in July for another month.

Until than we’ll be doing all of it ourselves…