Hi there,
So you totally missed out lasts nights adventures in ChitraLand! I had the best time directing traffic to Ground Kontrols temporary location. It was so funny how many people didn't see the 6 foot tall sign in the window that said we are open across the street. But, if they had seen it, there would be no purpose for me to be there. I believe I did a great job. I even got the word out to people who didn't know about Ground Kontrol and I'm sure they will go there next time they are in downtown. It was chilly, willy though. At times I couldn't feel my face. You know when your face is so cold you have problems talking. I sure do since I swear some of the people I was talking to, thought I may have been a little, well you know, intoxicated. I was not, just freezing my face off! Ha! I did not mind one bit. I would do it in the snow, sleet, hail, etc..... Anything for my favorite playground in Portland! As a matter of fact, I am doing the same thing tonight. It will be raining though, I think, so it will be quite interesting how I will direct people. I better not forget my umbrella!
About my Thursday night project with the stuffed animals. Apparently the pic's were not taken last evening so we must be patient until I get them. Only then will you laugh as I did and continue to do once you see the product of my craftery!
I ended up at PDX Hookah last night after working at Ground Kontrol. Hi Jamal, E.J., Nate and the rest of the crew! I also want to make a personal shout out to my girlies Cher and Irnesa! You chicks are coolio! I also met Faisal and Talal! You guys were the best! You made my night when you showed up! You hung with me and were fun as heck! Even when I spilled my coffee on you Talal! And you... Faisal, so sweet to accompany me outside when we both now you were freezing, because I was freezing with a jacket on! Girls everywhere, these are the kinds of boys that you should look for. They are respectful, intelligent, and cute as heck! Thanks guys! Let's hang again.
As Craig Ferguson would have now, I wish I could ring my doorbell and have Secretariat do a quick dance session so I could switch topics. I'm on the hunt for my own performing Secretariat like e-horse. I will keep you informed as I seek him!
And now, my bio.......
So when most kids are young, like 3 or 4, they begin to ask their parents where they come from. In most cases, the mother explains how much pain and work it was giving birth to her precious child. Notin my Persian household. When I asked, my father was quick to say, "You do not knoww that pain and agony you caused me when I gave virth to you, through my bellie button!" BELLIE BUTTON! First and foremost, OOOUUCCHH! The thought of that even as a 3 year old was painful. hen my father went on about the pain and agony so much that I'm pretty sure it ruined me as a child. I was always so obedient towards him because of the horrible pain I caused him. My empathy as a child was unbelievable! What 3 year old is more obebedient because they were aware of pain they had caused their loving elder. I'll tell you, no child at 3 thinks this way. It is not of the norm! So I spent many years seeing mommys everywhere carrying babies in their stomach's and I would mention it to my dad and he would merely respond that this is how they do things in America. Confused and curious, I spent hours studying my fathers navel, in search of some sign that I did indeed escape into life through this tiny somewhat stretchy thing. I never spoke a word of how I felt to any of my friends or family members because I was so stricken with the shame of causing this grief to my father.
When I was 11, yes, 11, 8 years after my quest to understand my birth through daddys naval canal, I took sex education class in elementary school. When they explained the birthing process and only showed mommies, I was thrown for a loop. Part of me was elated to finally know the truth. The other part was slightly perturbed that I was lied to by my father. That day, I got home from school and ran to my daddy. "Daddy, daddy, AHA! you did lie to me. I just had sex education class in school and they told us and showed us that it's the mommies that carry and give birth! Ha HA HA!!!" I was so proud to finally have the upper hand with my daddy. Then
he said this..... "No Chitra, I did not lie to you. Tell me this, did your teacher teach you American Sex Educaion today or Iranian Sex Education?" I could not respond, confused, my feelings of shame and guilt returning, I quietly went to my room. I must have learned American Sex Education today. Why in the world would my teacher teach the class Iranian Sex Education. I was the only Iranian child in the class. It was not until I was 12, when my mother got pregnant with my baby sister, when the truth finally showed it's face to me. My daddy lied to me, goodheartedly though, and I'm sure he did not mean ill will towards me. If only he knew the guilt it had caused me growing up....... This story is totally true! I know because I lived it!
Ciao for now,
Chitra, Portland Persian Blog-a-Billy Chick
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