Saturday, February 7, 2009

Chokran and Yella

Last Sunday, Bobby Habibi took the kids to the grocery store and let them get whatever they wanted.  $200 later, they came back with:
six different kinds of chips
four different types of cereal (all with sugar as the main ingredient)
grape Fanta
orange Fanta
root beer
hot dogs
rotel and velveeta (ok, that was really from my list)
three types of Pop Tarts
coffee filters

That's just Bobby's way of saying, "Daddy's home, y'all."  

This week, I am excitedly anticipating Bobby Habibi's return from the oil fields, and not for the velveeta. 

Last night, I asked Francois Philippe if he wanted to go to the movies with me.  I thought this would be an excellent opportunity for us to kick it and, you know, bond.  Francois Philippe, however, preferred to sit on the computer playing World of Warcraft all night.  After I spent a few minutes sobbing into my pillow, "How am I not cool anymore???!!!!,"  Coco and I decided to economize and get a movie off the TV box.  

This movie was Traitor, starring Don Cheadle, which is set in the Middle East and follows Islamic terrorist organizations operating within the US.  So, everyone attractive to me speaks Arabic.  As an anthropologist, I spent the entire movie daydreaming about learning Arabic, running away with Omar (Don Cheadle's vaguely Middle Eastern, vaguely Hispanic best friend), and starting a new life somewhere over there.  

And that's where Bobby Habibi, who speaks Arabic, comes in.  Maybe my paychecks will start coming in the form of Arabic lessons.  So far, I know how to say "thank you" (which I learned from The Moroccan) and "hurry up" (which I learned from Coco).  I'm certain I could pretty far with these words, right??


  1. Booza- Ice Cream
    Beera- Beer
    Mbeed- Wine
    Mbeed Ah-mar- Red Wine
    Mbeed Abyad- White wine
    Hummus- Hummus
    Masari- Money
    Seeyara- Car
    Baba- Father
    Mama- (do I really need to translate that one?)
    Teta- (Arabic for Nana, but whatever you do, don't call her that)
    Bad-de- I want
    La- No
    Batata- Potato(e)
    Lah-me- Meat
    Lah-me wa Batata- Meat and Potatoes

    You will be quizzed upon my return from the oilfields

    Bobbi, the supreme stocker-upper of JUNK FOOD

  2. I can just imagine you running around telling everyone "Hurry up! Thank you."