Blah, Blah, Blah, Arret, Blah, Blah, Food.

1.21.2006

Montreal, to be exact. Home of the French Canadians: Arret! Solde! Si Vous Plait! Wee! And, some of Herman's family. They happen to be the reason we came up here. All the French (and snow) are just perks.

This is my life when with Herman's family:

blah blah blahdy blah blah dinner. Blah blah blah car blah blah blahdy blah. Blah phone blah. Blah blah blah blah blah dog blah. ha ha ha.*

Then my very patient husband patiently translates the joke that everyone was laughing about. His family waits in eager anticipation for the punchline in English (at which they laugh at again), for me to laugh, which I always do...it's a fun process.**

*The blah's being mandarin Chinese, interspersed with the few (but often important) words that I actually understand.

**I must say that I adore Herman's family, and they are incredibly wonderful and loving and accepting of me. We all laugh at my horrible inability to speak any Chinese - especially after being a part of this family for 8 years!

2 comments:

Bar Bar A said...

AHA! Montreal is where my father was from and Oui, he was French Canadian and very PROUD of it and made sure no one mistaked him for Parisian French.

Anyhow I grew up listenting to French at my grandparents house and feeling left out because my cousins, aunts and uncles spoke it, but not me and my sibs.

Glad you had a nice time, Herman's fam sounds fun!

jpn said...

This post reminds me of our life here. Bonjour, blah blah blah. (I think there was something about hello in there somewhere).

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