Like the little sad, droopy balloon that is still hanging around in the corner of the room from Halloween...
Not quite that bad, but am a bit sad today, as my BFF and her fiancee who was staying with us went home tonight. They were possibly the best house guests I've ever had, just the right amount of doing things together and doing things independently, helpful, great with Ash and just a general welcome addition to our little house. I love that with your really good friends, you just pick up right where you left, M and I have always been like that, whether we lived across the road from each other, (and we did, for many years!) different parts of the country, or even different places in the world, always the same. Of course it doesn't help that my other bestie of the Japan variety is stranded in the Queensland floods, I need to get me some more friends!
We had many gossipy discussions while M was here, the main being her wedding in August when I'm going home to be her bridesmaid. I'm very excited to be a bridesmaid, it will be my first and possibly last chance and I'm a sucker for a good wedding and all the boozey goodness that goes with it. We also tried on the dress I'll be wearing (she's making it herself) in a calico version and it was very exciting to see it go from a potato sack to an actual dress! Of course I plan to be a few zillion kgs lighter by that point so hopefully we'll have to take it in more when I get to Oz in August.
Having M here, and missing Sassymoo, has made me realise I will never have a J-girl BFF. I have good J-girlfriends, but they will never cut it in the BFF department. I'm not really sure why either. It's not an obvious cultural difference because I may as well be Japanese when I want to be and my J-girlfriends are all pretty easygoing adaptable people culture-wise. Language is also not really the problem because all of them either speak really good English or I speak to them in Japanese, either way we always have enough communication to totally understand each other. So what the hell is it that stands between me and the J-girls being buddies??? It could be a humour issue...? I use a lot of sarcasm, and I mean pretty much every second sentence is drenched in sarcasm too. My mum often calls me a "sanctimonious little shit," affectionately of course. The lack of sarcasm in Japan was made even more clear with M being here, poor Ryota was more than a little lost in translation!
So I'm interested to know... Why is your bestie your bestie?? What criteria do you have?? Do you have a J-girl BFF?? Enlighten me or I may start to think I'm just racist!
Friday, 7 January 2011
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Awwwww
Who needs sympathetic husbands when you have such lovely bloggy friends! Thank you for all the sympathy comments, I am very pleased to say that I am feeling 100% better today, although had a weird vomiting experience this morning... As long as it's not morning sickness I'm not too bothered though...
Tonsils are still covered in white crap but I don't actually cry out in pain and contort my face in a weird way every time I swallow now, so yay!
As I'm feeling better I have no real excuse for not writing something except that I'm incredibly lazy and short on time so will leave you with some recent piccies!
Tonsils are still covered in white crap but I don't actually cry out in pain and contort my face in a weird way every time I swallow now, so yay!
As I'm feeling better I have no real excuse for not writing something except that I'm incredibly lazy and short on time so will leave you with some recent piccies!
School Chrissy party
Happy New year!Wednesday, 5 January 2011
Sympathy please!
I think sympathy may be the main thing I miss from home, being the youngest child I always got lots of it, and also being the youngest child with a love for attention, well I lapped it up.
I have tonsillitis as I mentioned yesterday, and when I get tonsillitis it's not just a bit of a scratchy throat, it's like 'my glands are as big as golf balls and tonsils are covered in white crap' kind of tonsillitis. I can hardly swallow at the moment the bastards are so swollen. I'm contemplating looking in to getting them taken out, they cause me more trouble than they're worth. What fucking purpose do they serve anyway??
But back to my whinge, I get 0 sympathy here, OK, not quite true, Ryota tries his best, but honestly just doesn't think sometimes. To be fair he was awesome last night as I lay curled up in a pathetic ball under the kotatsu shivering, he looked after Ash and told me he'd get dinner himself as I physically couldn't eat. Of course I got sick of him putting off getting off his arse and ended up going and making him noodles at about 9pm. After he'd quite obviously seen/smelt/heard me making him dinner he did the whole "Ohhhh sweetie, did you make it for me!? You're so silly I was going to do that!!!" routine, but I actually didn't mind, when I'm sick if I just wallow all I think about is the vice-like grip that burns my throat every time I swallow.
A good example of his lack of sympathy would be what happened just now though, I'd sent him a picture of my tonsils covered in white shit (hey, I told you I like attention!) and my phone rang at 5pm while I was teaching, when I saw the missed call I thought he must have been concerned about my welfare, but when I called him back he said (while riding a motorbike mind you)
Him:"CHECK MY HOTMAIL, THEY SENT A MAIL IN ENGLISH ABOUT THE WETSUIT I BOUGHT AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS!!!!
Me: Ok, wait! What fucking wetsuit!?
Him: ERRR..... DRIVING!! TALK LATER!!!
No, "You OK?" "How do you feel?" nothin' alllll about the freakin wetsuit. I better be getting some better sympathy attempts when I get home.
I was going to upload some recent photos but you'll have to wait until tomorrow as bastard camera has gone missing, bit of a worry really as it is worth more than my life. I'll leave you with an insight in to my throat though, this is bound to get worse overnight so expect more festering goodness!
Hmmmm yummy...
I have tonsillitis as I mentioned yesterday, and when I get tonsillitis it's not just a bit of a scratchy throat, it's like 'my glands are as big as golf balls and tonsils are covered in white crap' kind of tonsillitis. I can hardly swallow at the moment the bastards are so swollen. I'm contemplating looking in to getting them taken out, they cause me more trouble than they're worth. What fucking purpose do they serve anyway??
But back to my whinge, I get 0 sympathy here, OK, not quite true, Ryota tries his best, but honestly just doesn't think sometimes. To be fair he was awesome last night as I lay curled up in a pathetic ball under the kotatsu shivering, he looked after Ash and told me he'd get dinner himself as I physically couldn't eat. Of course I got sick of him putting off getting off his arse and ended up going and making him noodles at about 9pm. After he'd quite obviously seen/smelt/heard me making him dinner he did the whole "Ohhhh sweetie, did you make it for me!? You're so silly I was going to do that!!!" routine, but I actually didn't mind, when I'm sick if I just wallow all I think about is the vice-like grip that burns my throat every time I swallow.
A good example of his lack of sympathy would be what happened just now though, I'd sent him a picture of my tonsils covered in white shit (hey, I told you I like attention!) and my phone rang at 5pm while I was teaching, when I saw the missed call I thought he must have been concerned about my welfare, but when I called him back he said (while riding a motorbike mind you)
Him:"CHECK MY HOTMAIL, THEY SENT A MAIL IN ENGLISH ABOUT THE WETSUIT I BOUGHT AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS!!!!
Me: Ok, wait! What fucking wetsuit!?
Him: ERRR..... DRIVING!! TALK LATER!!!
No, "You OK?" "How do you feel?" nothin' alllll about the freakin wetsuit. I better be getting some better sympathy attempts when I get home.
I was going to upload some recent photos but you'll have to wait until tomorrow as bastard camera has gone missing, bit of a worry really as it is worth more than my life. I'll leave you with an insight in to my throat though, this is bound to get worse overnight so expect more festering goodness!
Hmmmm yummy...
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
Dear Japanese lady,
I'm so sorry to bring this to your attention, but sweetheart, you're not 11. Wearing a skirt smaller than my hankie with fishnet stockings and knee-high boots may have seemed like a good idea this morning but it really puts me off my sushi and makes me want to cover my son's eyes with one hand and dress you in something appropriate with the other.
If you were a smokin' hot 20 year old I may be able to forgive you while having a lesbian fantasy, but you're about 40, and it's time to face the facts. You are not kawaii, you are, in fact, ridiculous.
Thank you for taking the time to read this,
Yours sincerely,
A concerned citizen put off their lunch.
No joke, some random obachan at sushi today was dressed so slutty it actually made Ryota drop his udon mid-slurp, and trust me, the noodle slurp isn't easily disrupted. I'm not a prude and I've been known to flash a bit of cleavage in my time, but really, some women just don't have a clue about how to cover their minge and leave a bit of mystery. The fact she was sucking on a cancer stick and picking her teeth may have disgusted me a bit too, it was an overall hideous package.
I have tonsilitis, which may be contributing to the venom I'm spitting towards slutty-chan. This blows so I will now go and suck down double the recommended dose of J-meds and retreat under the kotatsu, have to be genki for work tomorrow!
Diet update- Got on the scales this morning after a Chrissy/New Year/ visitors break in which I ate gross amounts of awesome food and drank a brewery worth of beer. No regrets, and the best part, still 1kg down, bringing it to a total of 16kgs, over half way to my goal of 25kgs down mark!
If you were a smokin' hot 20 year old I may be able to forgive you while having a lesbian fantasy, but you're about 40, and it's time to face the facts. You are not kawaii, you are, in fact, ridiculous.
Thank you for taking the time to read this,
Yours sincerely,
A concerned citizen put off their lunch.
No joke, some random obachan at sushi today was dressed so slutty it actually made Ryota drop his udon mid-slurp, and trust me, the noodle slurp isn't easily disrupted. I'm not a prude and I've been known to flash a bit of cleavage in my time, but really, some women just don't have a clue about how to cover their minge and leave a bit of mystery. The fact she was sucking on a cancer stick and picking her teeth may have disgusted me a bit too, it was an overall hideous package.
I have tonsilitis, which may be contributing to the venom I'm spitting towards slutty-chan. This blows so I will now go and suck down double the recommended dose of J-meds and retreat under the kotatsu, have to be genki for work tomorrow!
Diet update- Got on the scales this morning after a Chrissy/New Year/ visitors break in which I ate gross amounts of awesome food and drank a brewery worth of beer. No regrets, and the best part, still 1kg down, bringing it to a total of 16kgs, over half way to my goal of 25kgs down mark!
Monday, 3 January 2011
New Year. J-style.
Unlike Christmas, I actually prefer New year in Japan rather than Australia. Drinking to excess then chucking up the kebab I had earlier along with the rest of the population in one big vomiting session is not really my idea of fun, although I'll take the kebab... And drink to excess any other night of the year... But for me, New year always has big expectations and usually turns out to be a big hung over disappointment. Hang on, I think I just described my life...
Of course I'd much rather something in the middle, less pressure than pissed up Australian New Year and more excitement than Japanese new year, which is usually spent eating copious amounts of (shit) food and hibernating under the kotatsu, only crawling out to rug up and go to the local shrine to ring the bell, get free booze and pray for a better year than last.
I wasn't too worried about the boredom factor this year, since I've started working, hibernating under the kotatsu actually was appealing and I lazed away pretty much every day I had off. On new year's eve, I got a slight twinge of desire to go out on the piss and actually went as far as to buy a bottle of champagne, it was from the supermarket though so obviously wasn't getting that excited. I'd planned to make spaghetti for dinner but Ryota informed me that he was in fact a Japanese boy, and would in fact eat the 'toshi koshi soba' which is supposed to bring you good luck for the next year or some bullshit. I really don't like soba and in a little stubborn display said I didn't want any. Grandma then informed me that I had to eat it or I'd have a crappy year but I told her to go shove it (in a nice way) and I'd take the risk. So Ryota had his soba, I had... possibly nothing actually! And then as it got closer to midnight I toyed with the idea of polishing off the bottle of gin on our shelf but thought better of it and watched some crappy new year telly.
At 5 to midnight Ryota was fucking around with something on the computer, Grandma was getting her PJ's on, MIL was new year texting and SIL was upstairs "celebrating" with the dog. Poor little Ash was the genkiest of all of us and still running around like a little mental person. As the countdown got closer and nobody paid any attention to the time I panicked a bit that we were going to miss the clock striking midnight and barked at Grandma to change the channel to a station that was actually counting down. We may have actually missed it because when she flicked they were already donging the bells at the temple, nobody really moved so as usual I got in to the spirit right at the last second (literally) and gave Ash a big smooch and a happy new year. We finally popped the champagne and after 2 sips Ryota had the red face and drunk eyes going and had to give his to me, I'd already swigged mine down and welcomed his share too, meaning in the space of about 5 minutes I actually got quite pissed, I think I ended up downing the remainder of the bottle without bothering with a glass... All class is me...
And that was pretty much the most exciting it got, we'd reserved a New Year's shag but the champagne knocked me out and I was in no shagging state, had a very peaceful sleep though!
New year's day was a lovely sunny day, still bastard cold mind you, but the bearable kind of freezing. I went for a run and smiled at the families, complete with father for once, making their way to the local shrine for a bit of a pray. We had another pretty much chilled out day and then went to Grandma's for osechi dinner on the night. I fuckin hate osechi, it's basically big boxes of cold, pickled Japanese crap that old people love. This year was a bit better as MIL had ordered a box of Japanese, box of Chinese style osechi and even a western one for the whitie! I picked at bits of pieces, and the western one actually had something that resembled a pork pie, and stuffed olives, brilliant! I'd made a pretty damn good garlic and prawn spaghetti too, which disappeared quite quickly, I think even Grandma enjoyed a bit of oil and grease to wash down all the healthy crap.
My biggest gourmet achievment this new year had to be my caramel slice though! I hate cooking with some what of a passion, but baking is a different story, love it! I rarely have enough time to enjoy baking properly though, so this week was perfect, I made Anzac biscuits as well, which were awesome but I think oats and golden syrup were way too foreign for poor old Ryochan, he couldn't handle it.
But back to my caramel slice, after I'd made it, I weighed up my options on what to do with it, I could either: 1) Take it to Grandma's and share it with them 2) Take it to FIL's on the 2nd and share it with them, or 3) Keep it at home and scoff it all ourselves. Now number 3 isn't the best for my dieting, FIL was sure to turn his nose up at the foreign-ness of it and plus I couldn't just nip over to his house to steal some, so that left the option of sharing with Grandma's lot. I had actually sworn off making anything for those bastards as they usually don't like it or say they do but then subtly give it back or get rid of it some how. So I was cautious and expecting the worst when I took it over the dirt path to their house. Grandma started sniffing around as soon as she saw I'd brought something over. I cut her the tiniest piece to try, as caramel slice can be sickly in big amounts and braced myself for the "うわぁぁぁ、甘いね！" (Ewwww, so sweet!) that usually follows, but to my shock and delight, she paused, a bit shocked herself I think, clicked her tongue a few times really getting the flavour and then... Grabbed another bit! Fucking love you Grandma! Sometimes...
She then said it was actually really good, now if Grandma gives her approval it must be good, the old bird is a pretty tough critic. I was well chuffed and even more so when MIL, Ryota and BIL all dug in and agreed on the awesomeness of it. SIL gave her approval as well, and even asked me for the recipe, I must admit I was a bit smug when I informed her that two of the ingredients weren't available in Japan and you needed secret gaijin black market connections to get them (OK my mum, but still).
So, like Christmas, New year turned out pretty dull but not so bad, here's hoping that is a good prediction for 2011, I could do with a year with no big surprises!
Of course I'd much rather something in the middle, less pressure than pissed up Australian New Year and more excitement than Japanese new year, which is usually spent eating copious amounts of (shit) food and hibernating under the kotatsu, only crawling out to rug up and go to the local shrine to ring the bell, get free booze and pray for a better year than last.
I wasn't too worried about the boredom factor this year, since I've started working, hibernating under the kotatsu actually was appealing and I lazed away pretty much every day I had off. On new year's eve, I got a slight twinge of desire to go out on the piss and actually went as far as to buy a bottle of champagne, it was from the supermarket though so obviously wasn't getting that excited. I'd planned to make spaghetti for dinner but Ryota informed me that he was in fact a Japanese boy, and would in fact eat the 'toshi koshi soba' which is supposed to bring you good luck for the next year or some bullshit. I really don't like soba and in a little stubborn display said I didn't want any. Grandma then informed me that I had to eat it or I'd have a crappy year but I told her to go shove it (in a nice way) and I'd take the risk. So Ryota had his soba, I had... possibly nothing actually! And then as it got closer to midnight I toyed with the idea of polishing off the bottle of gin on our shelf but thought better of it and watched some crappy new year telly.
At 5 to midnight Ryota was fucking around with something on the computer, Grandma was getting her PJ's on, MIL was new year texting and SIL was upstairs "celebrating" with the dog. Poor little Ash was the genkiest of all of us and still running around like a little mental person. As the countdown got closer and nobody paid any attention to the time I panicked a bit that we were going to miss the clock striking midnight and barked at Grandma to change the channel to a station that was actually counting down. We may have actually missed it because when she flicked they were already donging the bells at the temple, nobody really moved so as usual I got in to the spirit right at the last second (literally) and gave Ash a big smooch and a happy new year. We finally popped the champagne and after 2 sips Ryota had the red face and drunk eyes going and had to give his to me, I'd already swigged mine down and welcomed his share too, meaning in the space of about 5 minutes I actually got quite pissed, I think I ended up downing the remainder of the bottle without bothering with a glass... All class is me...
And that was pretty much the most exciting it got, we'd reserved a New Year's shag but the champagne knocked me out and I was in no shagging state, had a very peaceful sleep though!
New year's day was a lovely sunny day, still bastard cold mind you, but the bearable kind of freezing. I went for a run and smiled at the families, complete with father for once, making their way to the local shrine for a bit of a pray. We had another pretty much chilled out day and then went to Grandma's for osechi dinner on the night. I fuckin hate osechi, it's basically big boxes of cold, pickled Japanese crap that old people love. This year was a bit better as MIL had ordered a box of Japanese, box of Chinese style osechi and even a western one for the whitie! I picked at bits of pieces, and the western one actually had something that resembled a pork pie, and stuffed olives, brilliant! I'd made a pretty damn good garlic and prawn spaghetti too, which disappeared quite quickly, I think even Grandma enjoyed a bit of oil and grease to wash down all the healthy crap.
My biggest gourmet achievment this new year had to be my caramel slice though! I hate cooking with some what of a passion, but baking is a different story, love it! I rarely have enough time to enjoy baking properly though, so this week was perfect, I made Anzac biscuits as well, which were awesome but I think oats and golden syrup were way too foreign for poor old Ryochan, he couldn't handle it.
But back to my caramel slice, after I'd made it, I weighed up my options on what to do with it, I could either: 1) Take it to Grandma's and share it with them 2) Take it to FIL's on the 2nd and share it with them, or 3) Keep it at home and scoff it all ourselves. Now number 3 isn't the best for my dieting, FIL was sure to turn his nose up at the foreign-ness of it and plus I couldn't just nip over to his house to steal some, so that left the option of sharing with Grandma's lot. I had actually sworn off making anything for those bastards as they usually don't like it or say they do but then subtly give it back or get rid of it some how. So I was cautious and expecting the worst when I took it over the dirt path to their house. Grandma started sniffing around as soon as she saw I'd brought something over. I cut her the tiniest piece to try, as caramel slice can be sickly in big amounts and braced myself for the "うわぁぁぁ、甘いね！" (Ewwww, so sweet!) that usually follows, but to my shock and delight, she paused, a bit shocked herself I think, clicked her tongue a few times really getting the flavour and then... Grabbed another bit! Fucking love you Grandma! Sometimes...
She then said it was actually really good, now if Grandma gives her approval it must be good, the old bird is a pretty tough critic. I was well chuffed and even more so when MIL, Ryota and BIL all dug in and agreed on the awesomeness of it. SIL gave her approval as well, and even asked me for the recipe, I must admit I was a bit smug when I informed her that two of the ingredients weren't available in Japan and you needed secret gaijin black market connections to get them (OK my mum, but still).
So, like Christmas, New year turned out pretty dull but not so bad, here's hoping that is a good prediction for 2011, I could do with a year with no big surprises!
Sunday, 2 January 2011
Christmas. J-style.
When I was single and living in Japan, Christmas was actually a good distraction, the fact that Christmas is all about eating chicken and shortcake on Christmas eve here, made it more bearable as I dreamed of Mum's Chrissy eve dinner and all it's Yorshire pudding, pork crackling, gravy-laden glory. But not only the food, (although I needn't mention the Chrissy morning bacon and eggs breakfast, or the Christmas day lunch and week of left overs) it was also the feeling of Christmas that I missed, a special kind of atmosphere that only happens at Christmas, along with the fact that everyone exchanges presents and you get shitloads of loot. But as I said, being single was a good distraction, I could kind of forget about the whole family-factor. That whole system was ruined when I got married and had Ash, that damn family warm and fuzzy feeling started creeping back and the fact that I couldn't fully embrace it and let Ash experience it made me... frustrated. I think that's the best word for it, a mix of sadness, pangs of homesickness, and a pinch of 'fuck you Japan! thrown in.
This frustration wasn't helped by the fact I had to do a Christmas party at the school on Christmas day, at which time my darling of a supportive husband would be... Off surfing. In the snow... Dickhead.
So Christmas eve was nothing that special, except for the fact I found a little cake sampler box when I was out shopping and just had to get it, if I didn't either no other bastard would bother or we would end up with some sickly cream and strawberry sponge cake. I didn't go for the traditional KFC dinner, I believe we actually had tarako (fish eggs) spaghetti, how anti-Christmas can you get!? I then spent the next few hours baking Christmas cookies for the Christmas party at the school and flopped in to bed at about 1am covered in flour and oozing bitterness.
Christmas morning was as predicted, Ryota left at some ridiculous hour and Ash and I woke up to start getting things ready for the school party. I also recruited one of my elementary students to help me set up an hour before and gave her a special present for doing it, gotta love a bit of child labour, especially at Christmas time. I put on my happy face and Reindeer ears as the kiddies started piling in to the school with wild looks of hope and delight about the fact they were about to ingest the recommended amount of sugar for a week at 10am in the morning. As we all got to decorating cookies, SIL brought Ash to the school so he could join in the cookie decorating and destroying. I have to admit, the party went well and as all the kids were telling me how santa had come the night before in breathless bursts of excitement, I lost a bit of the frustration and just went with the flow.
When all the kiddies had left, and all the santa beard and sprinkles had been cleaned up, it was just me, Ash and SIL left at the school. I'd decided to skype my family from the school after the party and assumed SIL, would, umm, fuck off for that bit! But no, she stayed, hovering in the background or sitting around. Maybe she thought she was helping me by staying until I went home but I wish she just would have buggered off really. My family know the history of SIL and I and it made me chuckle when my mum said: "Is CF (cunt face) still there!?" Anyway, I just ignored her and finished the call with minimum blubbering, didn't really need a red nose to match my reindeer ears after all.
Ash and I got home and buggered around a bit until Ryota got home from surfing, when he informed me that it had been snowing at the beach and he felt like he was going to collapse at one point. Greeeaaaatttt. Grandma was classic at this point, she said to him: "You dickhead, get insurance before you kill yourself doing something so stupid!"
After we'd all had lunch (rice) and were relaxed we decided to do presents, Ash had about a zillion and was more than overwhelmed, but in a way that made me happy, Ryota got a few from me and some from my family which made him feel quite special and I got totally spoiled by my family and Ryota. He actually got me two presents as we'd never ended up getting anything for my birthday and he did quite well in that both were 'pretty' presents (A jogging watch and a dressy ring) rather than practical ones. The ring was a tiny bit too small so we've sent it back for exchange, due to having to do this I discovered it was ridiculously over-priced, but hey, who am I to complain if I'm bought expensive jewellery!?
That was pretty much it! We ordered pizza that night as I couldn't be arsed cooking and just kind of lazed around, which was nice. Not ideal Christmas style, but not that bad either.
We did make a promise though, that next Christmas we are not staying in Japan. OK, so when I say we made a promise, I mean I made Ryochan promise me we wouldn't stay in this damn place for Christmas! It doesn't have to be Australia, but I don't know if I can handle another year of asking the kids what they think of when they think about Christmas and they say: "Kentucky! Cake!" I'm thinking Thailand might be a nice idea...
And so, Christmas is over for another year, hope santa was good to you all!
This frustration wasn't helped by the fact I had to do a Christmas party at the school on Christmas day, at which time my darling of a supportive husband would be... Off surfing. In the snow... Dickhead.
So Christmas eve was nothing that special, except for the fact I found a little cake sampler box when I was out shopping and just had to get it, if I didn't either no other bastard would bother or we would end up with some sickly cream and strawberry sponge cake. I didn't go for the traditional KFC dinner, I believe we actually had tarako (fish eggs) spaghetti, how anti-Christmas can you get!? I then spent the next few hours baking Christmas cookies for the Christmas party at the school and flopped in to bed at about 1am covered in flour and oozing bitterness.
Christmas morning was as predicted, Ryota left at some ridiculous hour and Ash and I woke up to start getting things ready for the school party. I also recruited one of my elementary students to help me set up an hour before and gave her a special present for doing it, gotta love a bit of child labour, especially at Christmas time. I put on my happy face and Reindeer ears as the kiddies started piling in to the school with wild looks of hope and delight about the fact they were about to ingest the recommended amount of sugar for a week at 10am in the morning. As we all got to decorating cookies, SIL brought Ash to the school so he could join in the cookie decorating and destroying. I have to admit, the party went well and as all the kids were telling me how santa had come the night before in breathless bursts of excitement, I lost a bit of the frustration and just went with the flow.
When all the kiddies had left, and all the santa beard and sprinkles had been cleaned up, it was just me, Ash and SIL left at the school. I'd decided to skype my family from the school after the party and assumed SIL, would, umm, fuck off for that bit! But no, she stayed, hovering in the background or sitting around. Maybe she thought she was helping me by staying until I went home but I wish she just would have buggered off really. My family know the history of SIL and I and it made me chuckle when my mum said: "Is CF (cunt face) still there!?" Anyway, I just ignored her and finished the call with minimum blubbering, didn't really need a red nose to match my reindeer ears after all.
Ash and I got home and buggered around a bit until Ryota got home from surfing, when he informed me that it had been snowing at the beach and he felt like he was going to collapse at one point. Greeeaaaatttt. Grandma was classic at this point, she said to him: "You dickhead, get insurance before you kill yourself doing something so stupid!"
After we'd all had lunch (rice) and were relaxed we decided to do presents, Ash had about a zillion and was more than overwhelmed, but in a way that made me happy, Ryota got a few from me and some from my family which made him feel quite special and I got totally spoiled by my family and Ryota. He actually got me two presents as we'd never ended up getting anything for my birthday and he did quite well in that both were 'pretty' presents (A jogging watch and a dressy ring) rather than practical ones. The ring was a tiny bit too small so we've sent it back for exchange, due to having to do this I discovered it was ridiculously over-priced, but hey, who am I to complain if I'm bought expensive jewellery!?
That was pretty much it! We ordered pizza that night as I couldn't be arsed cooking and just kind of lazed around, which was nice. Not ideal Christmas style, but not that bad either.
We did make a promise though, that next Christmas we are not staying in Japan. OK, so when I say we made a promise, I mean I made Ryochan promise me we wouldn't stay in this damn place for Christmas! It doesn't have to be Australia, but I don't know if I can handle another year of asking the kids what they think of when they think about Christmas and they say: "Kentucky! Cake!" I'm thinking Thailand might be a nice idea...
And so, Christmas is over for another year, hope santa was good to you all!
Saturday, 1 January 2011
Errr, so, like... ummm... sorry... and stuff...
Sincere apologies for being such a crappy blogger, December was a right off month and a busy one at that!
But as I'm going to blog every day in January, I figure I'll save such gems as "You stepped right over the mark SIL!" "My husband is a massive twat!" and the sequel, "My husband is such a twat that I actually checked airfares home!" to spread over the month when nothing else interesting is going down. I'll have to re-cap our severely boring Chrissy and New Year as well.
So for today, guess I'll just let you all in on my New year's resolutions, despite never keeping them, the intention is always good!
1) Run every day this year without fail. It may be around the block before bed on busy days but I want to try and run at least once a day.
2) Attempt a half marathon this year! (And not forget Ash's shoes on the day...)
3) Lose another 10kgs to be in the '60's.'
4) Not get my knickers in a twist about Ryota going surfing- I don't know why it pisses me off so much, whenever he goes I always enjoy the peace, quiet and tidy house!
5) To be less selfish- not that I'm that selfish now, I hope... But living in Japan can sometimes put you in a 'Woe is me! I'm all alone! whinge whinge, Me! Me! Me!' frame of mind.
Happy new year bloggy world, let's hope this year is full of joy, light, happiness, and some interesting run-ins with my dog-fucking SIL!
But as I'm going to blog every day in January, I figure I'll save such gems as "You stepped right over the mark SIL!" "My husband is a massive twat!" and the sequel, "My husband is such a twat that I actually checked airfares home!" to spread over the month when nothing else interesting is going down. I'll have to re-cap our severely boring Chrissy and New Year as well.
So for today, guess I'll just let you all in on my New year's resolutions, despite never keeping them, the intention is always good!
1) Run every day this year without fail. It may be around the block before bed on busy days but I want to try and run at least once a day.
2) Attempt a half marathon this year! (And not forget Ash's shoes on the day...)
3) Lose another 10kgs to be in the '60's.'
4) Not get my knickers in a twist about Ryota going surfing- I don't know why it pisses me off so much, whenever he goes I always enjoy the peace, quiet and tidy house!
5) To be less selfish- not that I'm that selfish now, I hope... But living in Japan can sometimes put you in a 'Woe is me! I'm all alone! whinge whinge, Me! Me! Me!' frame of mind.
Happy new year bloggy world, let's hope this year is full of joy, light, happiness, and some interesting run-ins with my dog-fucking SIL!
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