Cultural Differences

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As I’ve mentioned before, I’m a redheaded white girl. Ricky is … not. Now Ricky and his siblings grew up in the United States and really, America being the great melting pot and all, there have not been that many cultural differences. There is one big one though and it reared its ugly head today!

You know those stereotypical, loud Hispanic families you see in the movies and on TV? Well, the stereotype is there for a reason. Ricky came from one of these families.

I know, I know, those of you who know Ricky are thinking to yourselves “but he’s so quiet.”

Because growing up he couldn’t get a word in edge-wise!

Anyhoo, Ricky’s family is loud and boisterous and relaxed and super-fun and go-with-the-flow-ish. I? Am not. Nor is my family. I mean, we’re fun in a more “let’s plan every second and make sure everyone is having a good time and no one feels left out or infringed upon” kind of way.

At Christmas, Ricky’s family opens the presents with wild abandon, everyone talking over each other, wrapping paper flying.

My family? Well, we open our gifts one at a time in order from youngest to oldest.

Yeah, I know. Way to cut loose, Lucy’s family! (I actually prefer this method, because I like to see what everyone got, but still, I can see where it might appear to be a little … shall we say … structured?)

Ricky’s family is not so big on the planning. Everything is left up in the air, people pop-in unannounced—that sort of thing.

Ricky’s sister wanted to come visit us before we left Music City. My family (the planners) also wanted to come. As Ricky and I tried to schedule the two groups of visitors, work got in the way for my dad and suddenly my family couldn’t come anymore.

Ricky called his sister on Monday night (yes, two days ago, Monday night!) and told her that she no longer needed to try to schedule around my family. Well, that’s good, because she had already made her plans to arrive on Wednesday (again, yes, Wednesday—as in TODAY, when I’m writing this!)

Okay, fine, I’m learning to go with the flow. That’s two days to get ready, plus she’s staying in a hotel with a friend the 1st night, so no worries.

Now for some reason, Ricky and his sister never got around to confirming trip plans—one of them always had to get off the phone before they could get to that, someone was always meaning to call back, etc.

So this morning I’m on my way to work and notice a voice mail from my beloved. I listen and hear, “I’m on my way to the airport to pick up sister and friend.”

Wha … what?

I call him back, he has already picked them up, and has them in the car so I can’t launch into my “Are you kidding me? Why did she never send you her definite travel plans?” rant. Instead I just say, “Did you know you were picking them up at the airport this morning?” To which he replies, “No.”

This is the part where my head explodes. (I hung up the phone first. No need to get my cute little Palm dirty with gray matter!)

I. just. don’t. get. it!

I would never just show up somewhere unscheduled and hope someone could come get me. (Just writing that made my stomach cramp up.) There is nothing in me that would allow me to make travel plans to visit someone and THEN tell them I was coming … in TWO days!

In my sister-in-law’s defense, it’s really not about rudeness or inconsideration. It’s more about just rolling with it. Which I? SUCK at!

Me? Uptight white girl.

Sister in law? Sooo not.


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