Showing posts with label weekend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weekend. Show all posts

Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Weekend part two...

Little late, the next weekend is almost here!

We went and visited our friend Sayuri on Sunday and her little girl Sakura. Sakura is 1 year old and Sayuri is 8 months preggers with the next one!!! Super woman?? Mad woman?? I'm going to go with Fucking insane woman. To have two ankle biters that close together is beyond my imagination.

Sakura and Ash were very friendly with each other and I'm hoping they will get married one day and have lovely little half-half kiddies.

I feel bad for Sayuri, her hub is Australian and not the best hub from what I hear. Arrested for drug possession, lost his licence for drink driving, living with his alcoholic mother, smokes in front of the babies...Cock. Now I remember why I could never go back to Aussie brutes. Her mum is also battling breast cancer and is quite ill. I wish Sayuri would leave Australia and live in Japan, I have a funny feeling she might one day... Anywhooo, here are some pictures from Sunday.

Ryo-chan gearing up for the 2 kiddy hold.


Ash and his hair pulling tactics the big flirt.


They were sharing toys like pros.


Ash didn't appreciate the pink hat...



Monday, 7 September 2009

Awesome weekend part 1

I'm incredibly pleased to announce that Ash is back to normal, only one wake up last night and he didn't drink milk, so all is good in our house! His nappy seems to not fit as well, maybe it was a growth spurt?? And he is pulling himself up at the moment... Who freakin' knows with babies, I think I'll just have to go with the flow for the next 18 years until I can throw him out of the house and go on a world trip...

This weekend was great fun, hectic, but fun. Again, I can't be arsed writing everything so I'll write about my Saturday now and my Sunday at some other time. Got some great snaps though, couldn't put the camera down!

Saturday started off pretty shitty, I was looking forward to seeing my hot hairdresser to get a cut and colour but when I got to the salon I got lots of bows and some bullshit excuse that hot hairdresser was sick. Phhhffft, sick my left tit, he's such a yankee I bet he was out on the piss all night, which actually makes me love him even more...

Anyway, I got stuck with a short weedy guy who apparently is the 'top stylist.' I was miffed seeing as though I'd booked a week in advance, and even more miffed when they stuck me with the big-haired, para-para assistant to do my colour. She was wearing white ugg-boots and that was enough to turn me off her, but then she had to ask whether or not she uses foil for mesh, even I know you use foil, twit! She didn't say a word to me the whole time and was shit scared of me I think, seeing as though I did a huge cross sign with my arms and said "No gold or orange!!!" before she put the colour on.

The colour didn't turn out too bad, despite weedy stylist sucking air through his teeth and saying the colour I wanted was very difficult. Fuck me, hot hairdresser managed it, can't be that hard! Para-para assistant was shoved off to sweep up hair and weedy stylist began to cut my hair, once he loosened up he was pretty cool. I was planning on just a trim but when he started taming my mullet I realised I couldn't handle the long bits at the back and short front bits at the front that hot hairdresser had done a few months before so I just had him hack it all off to one length, it's very short but feels good and I'm pretty happy with it.

After the haircut we got ready for our friends' wedding party. It was my first wedding in Japan and I must say it was fun but a total rip off, I was disgruntled about this the whole time so made sure I milked my $70 for as much wine as I could... How do I put this? I was fucked. Sozzled. Pissed. Drunk as a skunk. Smashed. Trolleyed. Destroyed. Loaded. More than tipsy. Smished..... It was so good!!

We also when to a bar after where I downed a fair amount of hoegarden beer to top it off, which I love!

Ryo-chan also had a skin-full after his 4(!) rum and cokes and we both stumbled home to the reality of our little monster. Speaking of which, MIL was babysitting him and he had gone to sleep but woke up just as she was about to come pick us up. Everyone else was in bed so she had to bring him with her on her back... I found this quite amusing at the time in my drunken state, but now I think about it, how safe can this really be....?


MIL driving with Ash on her back, he seemed quited content...


Cos the car just wasn't dangerous enough...

Ryo-chan drunk chuckling in disbelief at his own Mother's recklessness...



And now for some wedding pics! The couple are so lovely, Euan is Scottish. Was a great night!


Ryo-chan and the groom






Beautiful!


My favourite picture of the night.

Sunday, 2 August 2009

How to turn 3 very clucky women into 'I'm never having children' women.

Just give them my son for the day.

Ashton seemed to have used up all his good outside manners last weekend and was a right little shit on Saturday when we went for our ice cream mission. He wouldn't stay in the stroller, squirmed like a worm when held and was generally squealing like a little bitch the whole day. Although I'm cutting him some slack because he did cut his first tooth yesterday and despite the Japanese philosophy that it's just "itchy," cutting a big hole in your gum can't be fun. Well done little man, got him some chompers, well one anyway. That's going to be a joy, when the biting of the nipples starts...

It was good to catch up with my girlfriends though and they were all happy to cuddle/wrestle with him when they saw the veins in my temple about to pop. I'll give you the low down on my girlfriends:

A- is 38 and I'm sure very much wants to get married and have babies ASAP. She dated one of my good gaijin mates for about 3 years and then he cheated on her and left her. I think she thought he was the one and it really shook her. She then dated another one of my gaijin friends but it didn't work out. Somewhat of a gaijin hunter but has given up on the gaijin men and now seeks rich salary man who wants kids. Hmmm, good luck with that one. Her only chance is probably a divorcee although we want to set her up with Ryota's unmarried 40 year old cousin. (He's bald and that apparently eliminates his chances of finding a wife.)

R- Is 33-ish(?) and was also in a long term relationship with a gaijin guy who I always thought was a bit of a wanker but can now openly slag off as they had a messy break up quite recently. She was married to a Japanese guy but they divorced. Is now dating an American guy who I thought was gay but apparently, is not.

Y- Is 32 and in a relationship with a gaijin guy who has definitely cheated in the past and may be now, I don't know. Overall pretty nice guy though. Y desperately wants to be a housewife and resents being made to work by her slightly cheap boyfriend.

They all want kids and marriage, I feel slightly guilty that everything they wanted fell into my lap when I didn't particularly want it, but that's the way it goes I guess. I hope they all get what they want soon, I really don't know why they bother with gaijin men though, the 'gentleman' myth is just that, a huge myth. If you call, irresponsible, drunk sweaty white guy gentlemanly then knock yourself out. haha, how narrow minded of me, Ryota is rubbing off! But seriously, most of the gaijin friends I have here just aren't in it for the long-term. They want a bit of Japanese tail and a lot of Japanese partying and then they want to go home to start their 'real' lives.

So here are some snaps of the day.

"I can give him back at the end of the day, right?"

Hmmmm Ice-creamy goodness. *drool*


I should be an ice cream commercial photographer!


I replaced baby with ice cream, great swap.



"Who the #%&! are you lady, and more importantly, do you have whip-out boobies??"



Of course he slept like an angel in the car.



My bitches.



It's all fun and games until the baby wakes up...



Our tomatoes! They were described by the neighbourhood Obachans as 'cute...' I took that opportunity to shower them with tomatoes cos they're tough as hell and I'm not into little red rocks in my salad. Hope they didn't crack anyone's falsies!