Earthquakes and Beatings
So we had a teeny earthquake here two days ago - my cousin's husband, Manos, thinks it was about 4.5 or something, which since all the buildings are still standing means nada to me. We were on the beach when it hit - well, technically I was on the beach, my parents were being tree-hugging hippies and walking on a nature trail that they've constructed near the beach....I'm trying to sleep in my chair and suddenly it starts shaking. Of course, genius that I am, I look out to sea and see a big boat going by and think, "Damn engines, shaking my chair and everything". A minute after it stopped I thought, hmm, earthquake? But I didn't notice any umbrellas shaking or anything else, just my newly-reborn vibrating massage beach chair. Then when we go back home to eat, Manos is all hey did you feel the earthquake. Shhhhheesh, how silly am I.
Minas and Popi, adorable as they are, deserve SUCH an ass-tanning it's unbelievable. In my Uncle Jeff's words, Katie needs to beat that ass. If they were my kids, I'd tan their asses like I was making leather. I mean, like I said, I love them, they're sweet and adorable and Popi has twice done my nails and given me a make-over, and Minas even held the nailpolish bottle for her as she did it. But when they don't get what they want.....yikes. They start whining and crying right away when you say no. The second no starts them hitting you, and the third no starts them spitting at you! And Katie tries to discipline them when they're like this, but she can't do anything major in public. And they don't listen to her - they start hitting her! Man, if those were my kids....well, first, I wouldn't give in to everything they want, it wouldn't ever get to the point where the kids learned that if they whined or cried enough their parents would give in to stop the whining. HELL NO.
The best though is seeing Katie and Manos go all native on the kids when they do discipline them. They use the standard Greek method of discipline - snatching your slipper right off your foot and going after the kid. This has been practiced by grandmothers throughout the centuries - even mine. The problem is, the kids now hit back. So it's like watching this huge slapfest go on....except for when Manos grabs a slipper. Then the kids know that it's coming, cause Manos usually lets the kids have what they want and only gets involved when they really misbehave. Like two nights ago, Popi wanted me to put makeup on her, even though her mom said no. I told her to wait until the next day, she spit on me in front of her father. Manos then proceeded to grab my father's slipper off his foot, cause Manos wasn't wearing any. That was great - my dad's like, hey, that's my slipper! No beatings took place, but the message was clear - no slipper is safe from being enlisted when Manos disciplines.
Three days left! Tonight I'm going to a wedding with Katie and Manos - they're expecting, wait for it, 900 people to show up to this wedding. NINE HUNDRED. Where will they sit? See, that's what happens when you say, hey, entire village, want to come to my wedding? Also, the International Speedsurfing World Championships are actually being held here! I mean, it makes sense, the wind here is usually at hair-ripping speed. So now there's lots of hot, built blonde guys walking around...a welcome change...
I'll be back on the East Coast Sunday night! Woohoo!
Minas and Popi, adorable as they are, deserve SUCH an ass-tanning it's unbelievable. In my Uncle Jeff's words, Katie needs to beat that ass. If they were my kids, I'd tan their asses like I was making leather. I mean, like I said, I love them, they're sweet and adorable and Popi has twice done my nails and given me a make-over, and Minas even held the nailpolish bottle for her as she did it. But when they don't get what they want.....yikes. They start whining and crying right away when you say no. The second no starts them hitting you, and the third no starts them spitting at you! And Katie tries to discipline them when they're like this, but she can't do anything major in public. And they don't listen to her - they start hitting her! Man, if those were my kids....well, first, I wouldn't give in to everything they want, it wouldn't ever get to the point where the kids learned that if they whined or cried enough their parents would give in to stop the whining. HELL NO.
The best though is seeing Katie and Manos go all native on the kids when they do discipline them. They use the standard Greek method of discipline - snatching your slipper right off your foot and going after the kid. This has been practiced by grandmothers throughout the centuries - even mine. The problem is, the kids now hit back. So it's like watching this huge slapfest go on....except for when Manos grabs a slipper. Then the kids know that it's coming, cause Manos usually lets the kids have what they want and only gets involved when they really misbehave. Like two nights ago, Popi wanted me to put makeup on her, even though her mom said no. I told her to wait until the next day, she spit on me in front of her father. Manos then proceeded to grab my father's slipper off his foot, cause Manos wasn't wearing any. That was great - my dad's like, hey, that's my slipper! No beatings took place, but the message was clear - no slipper is safe from being enlisted when Manos disciplines.
Three days left! Tonight I'm going to a wedding with Katie and Manos - they're expecting, wait for it, 900 people to show up to this wedding. NINE HUNDRED. Where will they sit? See, that's what happens when you say, hey, entire village, want to come to my wedding? Also, the International Speedsurfing World Championships are actually being held here! I mean, it makes sense, the wind here is usually at hair-ripping speed. So now there's lots of hot, built blonde guys walking around...a welcome change...
I'll be back on the East Coast Sunday night! Woohoo!