The Happiness Project!

I think we can all agree that 2009 was pretty stinky. In the past few months, I found myself falling into a real rut, sort of walking around with a big black cloud swirling around me, filled with doom and gloom and finding very little joy in life. As I was driving to work today, I was thinking about that, and about advice I have given my kids very often and others as well. Happiness is a choice, a decision we make every day, and being happy takes a real proactive approach. I was telling another person a few days ago that the door to happiness opens out - not an original, but something I read on a day by day calendar thing once and it stuck. So I have decided to embark on a happiness project, a sort of journey to find joy in every day, and I hope you will take the ride with me. I welcome you to read my daily posts and comment on what effort you have made today and what joy you have found in the simplest of things. Maybe by our mutual support we can uplift our mood and make 2010 the year of being happy.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Hughey Waldman


My husband and I were down in Historic Gibbsboro yesterday for my grandson's christening. My son-in-laws family flew in from Romania (first plane ride ever!) to join in the happy event. We speak no Romanian, they speak no English. Well, we can say a few words, like car, and how are you, and dead and sugar. They can say a few words too, like very hot, and beautiful and good. My husband was a little nervous about interacting with my son-in-laws father, but as the day went on, I saw them in the yard, walking around, pointing at trees and talking! On the ride home, my husband told me that although they did their best to communicate in the language of gestures, facial expressions and hand waving, he really had no clue as to what the other father was trying to tell him. He said, he kept telling me, "Hughey Waldman" and my husband was trying to search his brain to figure out who this Hughey Waldman guy was since it apparently was an English name that this Romanian guy knew very well. They repeated it slowly to each other, stretched out the syllables, broke it down into sections, each repeating the mantra back and forth to each other. My husband kept asking, is he a famous person and other such clues to arrive at who this Hughey Waldman guy was. My daughter called as we were driving home, and I said, ask Sorin to ask his father what he was trying to tell Dad. He kept saying Hughey Waldman, Hughey Waldman. Sorin came back with the translation, what his father was telling my husband, in his little grasp of English was - You/Me Old Men. We laughed the entire way home.

1 comments:

Merry's Musings said...

HI Ellen, Ok I have forwarded this to ALL my friends, left comments all over the internet laughing my head off, and now I'm HERE to say, hahaha you crack me up. This is such a good post, Laughter does the heart good, you and your hubby are on my big blessings list! May you be greatly blessed, and keep em comin.