Tuesday, October 23, 2012

It's getting old....

Romney….Obama…Romney…Obama…..While everyone else is busy playing the game of “Effeuiller la Marguerite” , I find myself stuck in the position of a political bystander. It doesn’t suit me well!
I get deadly homesick during the Danish elections, and follow the US elections in detail. In Washington DC I worked for a great scholar, who is now Romney’s economic advisor. 
But, I CAN’T VOTE!
I pay taxes in the US and raise my kids, 9 months out of the year, to be grand US citizens, but.... I CAN’T VOTE.
We spend a nice chunk of our disposable income during the three months I brainwash my kids in the Danish homeland.  All three of us become OHH so Danish, but even in Denmark…. I CAN’T VOTE!
Both countries declare war in the name of “democracy”; to protect the individual’s right to vote. I “live” in both countries and I CAN’T VOTE!

As a mute bystander I am left with two choices:
1.       Give up my Danish citizenship and become a US citizen. 
(As much as I love the US, I just can't pledge my allegiance to the to the flag of America every Monday morning at my kids school; while the Danish flag is nowhere in sight). 
2.       Cast my "wife-spells" upon my husband to ensure “we” agree on what to vote.
(I am sure most husbands would love to be in this position).

That’s it! Those are my options.
I have to blame the Danes (just this once), for not allowing dual citizenship. Get with the times Denmark!  This is getting old and so am I. I am running out of “spells”.   

GIVE ME A VOTE!









Wednesday, August 17, 2011

California Babes

I just spent two months in Denmark, and experienced a reverse culture chock. The faces of my girly friends moved. Believe it or not. When they laughed or talked: Their. Whole. Face. Moved.
Guess, I have just gotten so used to the Californian strive to look younger – or is it just weirder. The plastic surgeons almost ran out of work after every single Cali -woman got their breasts a cup or two bigger, glow-in-the-dark-teeth and fuller than full lips. So they invented BOTOX.
Don’t get me wrong. All my American girly friends are beautiful. The hard labor and $$’s pays off. I am their lost cause.
So, today one of them felt sorry for me and invited me to a “TOX” party.
Toxido party I thought, and asked out loud what the occasion was.
“Occasion” she answered; “to enjoy ourselves”.
“I’ll go”, I replied “I love enjoying myself”.
“I use 60 units” she continued, “what is your level”.
“My level of WHAT?”
 “Botox ofcourse”.
Yes, of course, Botox. Welcome back!