Penelope Trunk and Drama

I read “The Brazen Careerist” by Penelope Trunk. It’s a blog on career advice. I’m sure I came across it looking for career advice on Yahoo! Careers — if not for me — then definitely for the Ukrainian (not because he can’t manage his own career, but because changing and advancing a career in a foreign country is really, really hard). Rarely do I agree with Penelope’s advice, but I keep reading.

Why?

Because of her drama. Her divorce. Her interaction with her younger business partner. Etc. Apparently, she knows this as she notes in today’s blog post:

http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/2008/08/25/what-ive-been-doing-while-ive-not-been-posting/

She also acknowledges how hard it is to write when you have so much stuff going on.

So today, I wrote. And I’m going to try to write more. And post pictures. I will try my best to keep it about learning Russian (language and culture) and Ukrainian (culture only) and all the fun California things we do, but I am hoping to somehow document the beginings of my nascent marriage. I don’t want the writings to be full of drama. I don’t want to turn into Julia Allison.

But I do want to explore the expectations, challenges and rewards of marriage — intercultural and not. None of them are what I was expecting at all. And we’ve been married for such a short time, god knows what the future will bring and how we as husband-and-wife:  Team Z! (to be a bit cheesy) will respond.

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A truly good, green card day

Yes, I haven’t written awhile. The Ukrainian and I have been very, very busy doing lots of fun things — which I intend to post about soon.

And no, I’m not still learning Russian. Or rather, yes, I am. But I’m on break from the language given the new job and all. In the meantime, I have been spending *lots* of my spartan freetime learning Russian culture and history. And yes, paying attention to the conflict in Georgia. But more on all that later as well.

But today  was a very, very good day — especially important as I was feeling the world looked a bit bleak and hopeless for a few days over the weekend.

Here’s the list — in order of occurence:

1) My new iPhone arrived. It’s supplied by my employer in lieu of a BlackBerry and so that I can one day develop iPhone apps for iPhones.

2) An email from my aunt inspired me to reread an email I sent my younger, female cousin last week. After the rereading, I suddenly had a very deep wise “AHA!” epiphany over why I made so many unhealthy decisions regarding men in the past — not only in the men I chose or rejected (pushed away/sabotaged) or hung onto in hopes of unrequited love being validated and returned — but also in how I related to them. I sort of always knew these things, but the email made those (failed) relationships and choices make even more sense.

3) I deleted the Bulgarian from my yahoo instant messenger friends list. Our contact now barely hovers above non-existent, but I don’t need to see when he is logged in and when he’s not. We’re long over and I’m married now. No need for daily reminders of his existence.

4) My husband — the Ukrainian — brought me flowers at work. Pink tulips. Without cause or reason — but just because he’s romantic like that. 🙂  And no, he didn’t know I deleted the Bulgarian from my yim list.

5) I realized my boss and I have compatible working styles. 🙂

6) The news of the day that made me jump up and down with glee and excitement!!:  We received notice from the USCIS (formerly the INS) that we have an appointment in September for our “Green Card Interview”. This is great news and assuming it goes through ok — should help the Ukrainian’s employment prospects — as the Green Card is a much better document to have than his current work authorization. I have and will continue to mentally prepare myself for living in the Former Soviet Union and/or Eastern Europe if necessary. But, I’d rather not — especially given Putin’s apparent current expansionist agenda.

7) UPS sent me my refund for the customs duties for the over-valued prize from Boucheron I won for my writing in July. 🙂

Life has hope.

The Ukrainian and I Go to Iowa!

I come from a large family of sportsmen. Almost every single man in my family has been one or more of the following:  hunter, airplane pilot, football player, track star, champion skeet shooter, world traveler, safari-man, fishermen and on and on and on. They also build their own garages and furniture, run their own businesses, butcher their own deer, tell their own tall tales, save damsels in distress — their own and otherwise — and, well… you get the picture.

So I don’t know why I was nervous about taking the Ukrainian to Iowa. All I needed to do was drop him off with the men in my family and he’d be kept busy.

Bow and Arrow Target Practice

First, my dad decided to teach him how to shoot a bow-and-arrow (my brother in Texas owns a bow shop):

My dad effortlesslessly hits the target. Now it’s time for a little instruction from the father-in-law to his new son-in-law. Shooting a bow and arrow is much harder than it looks. The Ukrainian needed some advice from my dad (and a little practice) to get the hang of it. But the Ukrainian didn’t do so badly for an urban financial analyst.

Dinnertime Pork and Astronomy

After target practice, there was some free time before dinner (which would consist of fried pork tenderloins that I would not eat, being a vegetarian and all) So, it was time for astronomy. My dad had recently won a telescope from Cabela’s, but knows nothing about astronomy. So this time, it was the Ukrainian’s time to shine. While the Ukrainian set up the telescope, I explained to my family the Ukrainian loves astronomy (and me) so much, he once named a star after me and then took me to the planetarium in Los Angeles to show it to me.

The Ukrainian begins his telescope assembly before a dinner of fried pork tenderloins (sorry, no picture of the fried pork tenderloins. I am a vegetarian. The Ukrainian completes his telescope assembly after the dinner of fried pork tenderloins ( The Ukrainian last year in August at the Griffith Observatory in L.A. showing me the telescope he will use to try to find the star he named for me.

Saturday County Fair

The next day, Saturday, was the day of our Iowa Wedding Reception — the whole reason for coming to Iowa in the first place. My parents wanted their friends to meet their new son-in-law. But the party wasn’t to be held until late afternoon. So the Ukrainian and I had some time to kill. Where did we go but to the Warren County Fair? — site of all the animals being showed off by farmers and their children in hopes that their livestock would be fat enough to go to the Iowa State Fair in August. (I have no idea if the losing animals were slaughtered any earlier than the winning ones — but I presumed that all would be dead by October.)

We started off with the cows:

The girl is in 4-H. An afterschool club for children who want to grow up and be farmers. Her dad helped her raise this cow organically (talk about father-daughter bonding). Believe it or not, this is the closest I have ever been to a cow despite almost 17 years of living in Iowa growing up. This boy is sleeping with his bucket cow. A bucket cow is a baby cow who has been abandoned by its mother (whether by the mother’s death or pure rejection). The boy has been looking after this cow as it grows up. When it’s done growing, the boy will kill it for food. As the boy’s father told me. “Yes, we love animals. But in 2 ways. One is to take care of them. The other is to eat them.” Humane, no?

We then moved on to the pigs. I once read a statistic that there are 8 pigs in Iowa for every 1 person. I wondered if this was before or after a slaughter. But I have since learned that a pig can start having its own babies at around 6 months old and can have 3 litters per year. So I imagine the pork population of Iowa stays somewhat consistent.

The pigs are cute, no? And very intelligent.  I’m not sure if they are loving or not, but they have very distinct personality. On Tuesday, Nicholas D. Kristof, himself a former farmboy, wrote an Op-Ed on Animal Rights in the New York Times. I invite you to check it out here: A Farm Boy Reflects

And for fun, just in case you think it’s ok to eat pigs, but not dogs or horses, then you should see this video of pigs racing and diving. You will see that a pig is just as intelligent.

The party and the after-party

The party was a traditional midwestern affair — albeit with a vegetarian twist. But the food consisted of a cheese tray, crackers, various dips and chips, cake, wedding mints, etc. We had some very nice California wine that my dad had brought home from the tour of Sonoma he took while in San Francisco for the wedding — but there was also the typical Bud Light, “pop”, and lemonade (not drunk *together! Silly!) . Everyone sat out back from the house (the food was kept inside to keep it away from the flies) and everyone sat around and talked hunting, fishing, the good ol’ days, babies, weddings, etc. Not a single person talked about the housing market or work or Burning Man as would be the case in San Francisco.

But the after-party, now that was something else. My dad decided that day to give my brother-in-law an antique hunting rifle that had belonged to my mother’s father (neither of my blood brothers are interested in guns). So we spent 3 1/2 hours sitting around the dining room talking about guns and trying to find out what exact year and make the gun being gifted was. While this doesn’t sound that exciting to non-sportsman (and it’s not really, but sometimes it’s nice to sit around and listen to the sound of your own family’s voices), it was no different than the long parties I went to in the Netherlands when people would spend hours sitting around talking about such exciting subjects as to whether the Albert Heijn (the Dutch grocery store chain) was next to the post office or next to the school. I don’t remember a whole lot of conversations about art and other urban interests except for my one friend who she and her boyfriend were both artists.

My brother-in-law examines the antique rifle as the Ukrainian looks on. Note:  The Ukrainian has never shot a gun in his life and never intends to. The gun has been in my family for generations. My Dad decided to give it to my brother-in-law while we were visiting Iowa. I don’t think it’s useable anymore.

Weekend finale: Baby Shower, airplanes, and the Ukrainian masters the bow

On Sunday, the sexes in the family separated as my sister’s friends hosted her baby shower. It was held at the local United Methodist Church. The party fare was very similar to that of Saturday night’s party (dip, cheese, crackers, cake, etc), but there was also meat. A lot of babies were crawling/running around and I learned why mothers do not wear expensive silk designer dresses in the presence of children. My Elie Tahari red silk dress will never be quite the same after I chased after my 14 month old nephew for 2 hours — but I think it’s still wearable.

The Ukrainian spent the day with my dad. They went up to a sportsman shop near Ankeny to look at more bows. My dad bought the Ukrainian a new shirt. I complained it was too big. All very typical. Then Sunday night, the Ukrainian and I went over to my sister’s house to see how she and my brother-in-law were doing on fixing up the nursery for the expected baby. While there, the Ukrainian checked out the planes that belong to my brother-in-law’s father who is in the crop-spraying business. By Monday, it was time to return to San Francisco. The Ukrainian took a few last shots with the bow and hit the target. His form had significantly improved over the weekend. Unfortunately, such skills won’t come in handy much in San Francisco. 😦