Sunday, November 30, 2008
So, on Friday morning at 4 AM, we woke our tired asses up and went to the famous Fish Market. It was an exciting adventure. We saw fish as big as cows. We even got to see the fish auction. Here are some pictures I took:
(Here is Husband, Q, Marathon Man, and Running Babe on the train at 5 AM.)
Well, as you know, I typically question everything and everybody. So, I don't exactly follow the heard. Instead, I make my own path. In the States, it's fine to be that way. But, in Japan, people don't know how to deal with it.
So, at Disney, we were waiting to see the below pictured Lilo and Stitch Parade. However, there is a certain protocol to follow in Japan when it comes to waiting for parades. And, as a stupid gaijin (foreigner), I was unaware of this protocol.
So, picture this:
...Japanese families sitting on the ground on plastic tarps waiting for a parade. They sit patiently. Behind them are Japanese families standing and waiting patiently for the parade. Then, we come and stand where we think the parade route is. We stand patiently. Then, a Disney associate or cast member approaches us. He tells us in broken Japanglish that we are not standing in the appropriate place. He tries to tell us that we are standing where imaginary people should be sitting. We pretend not to understand and just ignore him. Then, he calls another associate over to explain to us in more detail that we need to scoot back and let people sit in front of us. But, being a short combative Texan, I refuse to move. I have staked out a good place to see the parade and don't want to lose it to others. Then, the 3rd associate comes over and tells us in decent English that we need to move back because we are not standing in the correct imaginary line. Running Babe refuses to move. She holds her ground, literally. We all refuse to move back. They try repeatedly to get us to move back. We just stand there pretending not to understand them. We smile, laugh, make fun of the imaginary line that THEY can only see. We cause a seen as we typically do, yet we hold our ground. Yes, we were combative, loud, obnoxious Americans who refused to listen to people in control. The workers tried their best, but we just wouldn't conform. After about 10 minutes of harassment, they just laugh at us and move away.
We didn't give in and it payed off. I was able to take these great pictures below. Enjoy!
We went with Running Babe, Bean, and Marathon Man. We had a great time (as we always do.)
We took the trolley up and back down the mountain. On our way down, the trolley was packed. I ended up sitting next to a handicapped young man on the trolley. He was about 6 feet tall and was developmentally delayed. It was obvious the young man was handicapped, and his parents kept apologizing to me because he kept staring at me intensely. The young man would yell out strange things and move his hands around spastically. His father tried to keep him contained, but he kept touching me. I didn't mind, though. I love the innocence of people with special needs. And, he had a beautiful smile that made me smile. So, I didn't mind. And he was silly, too. Naturally, I laughed- not at him, but with him. Again, I loved his innocence.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
This is what we did:
Thursday morning: We had a traditional Thanksgiving meal, sorda, then headed off to Disney Land.
Friday morning: Tokyo Fish Market to see the giant tunas be auctioned off.
Friday afternoon: Shrine and War Museum
Friday night: Drinks at the famous Tokyo Park Hyatt (this is where Lost in Translation was filmed.)
Friday late night: Karaoke (the same place were Bill Murray's character went in Lost in Translation).
Saturday morning: Breakfast at the hotel.
Saturday afternoon: We returned home.
I will download the pictures and post later. I'm too tired from staying out late last night. Gomenasai (I'm sorry!).
Mata ne! (See you!)
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Yahoo! Watch out Disney Land, here I come!
At that moment, I fell in love with him all over again!
Ladies, I've got a GOOD MAN!
So, the other day Jude was singing the alphabet song backwards. I scolded him and told him to sing it correctly because he was going to get confused. He replied back, "But mommy, my teacher told us to sing it backwards!" My response was..."Quit lying...sing it the right way or go to time out for not being a good listener." So, he walked away and pouted because I said he was lying.
So, today when I was at Jude's school, during circle time, his class sang their ABC's the normal way, and then they sang the song backwards. I felt so bad! Jude's teacher said that she taught it to them backwards because they already knew it the "right way" so well. She wanted to challenge them, she said. Doh!!! That made me feel even worse! I felt bad for calling my kid a liar, and then for discouraging him from doing something challenging.
I feel like I should give back my mommy license. I should be fired!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Strawberry Fields by the Beatles
It must have been love by Roxette
So what by Pink http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=dJZDsJ8UU64
Low by Flo Rida http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=_Cntt5OC8ds
I know, such an eclectic group of songs for a 4 year old boy to be singing!
Just another day in Weenie's World!
Monday, November 24, 2008
And, today is a Japanese holiday. Jude is home with me today...so, there's no time to download pictures.
Please forgive me!
Friday, November 21, 2008
So, I've been watching and checking as the stock market keeps tumbling downward. It's starting to get depressing! But, what can you do?? All you can really do is bury your head in the sand like an Ostrich and hope for the best. I'm young and have plenty of time to work, if I choose to do so. So, I'm trying not to focus on it, but it's hard!
But, I am a little pissed off at the auto makers of America. The big wigs for the big 3 have been in Washington this week asking for money, because they have run their companies into the ground. And, they had the audacity to show up to Washington in private jets!! What the freak??!! Hello Morons, if you need money so fucking bad, sell your damn jets and travel like the rest of us!! According to several news reports, it costs about $20,000 to fly on a private jet one way and about $100,000 a year to maintain a private jet. Shouldn't that money be better spent else where?? Hello McFly?! Sell you damn jets, that will help pay for some of your employees wages.
So, these rich bitches make tons of money, and they are not in touch with the rest of the world--that's probably how and why they ran their companies into the ground. With the price of gas steadily increasing since about 2000, you would think these companies would look into developing more fuel efficient cars, right?? Well, apparently they didn't do enough. And, now they are screwed and looking for a hand out. I know lots of people depend on their pensions from these companies in which they devoted 35 years to. I know people will hurt as a result of this giant fuck up. But, at the same time, if you keep bailing out stupid mother fuckers for making mistakes, it seems that no one has any accountability or takes responsibility for anything. Look, if I screw up and blow all the money I have, no one comes to rescue my ass, right?? So, why should the government rescue these 3 companies?? I say screw them and let them file for bankruptcy. They will re-group, make tons of changes and emerge smarter, wiser, and with new, better leaders at the top. No one bailed out the airline industry when several companies went bankrupt! Why should the 3 big car makers get a handout, especially when their fearless leaders show up to ask for money from Congress wearing thousand dollar suits and using private, corporate jets. What the fuck?? Those men need to be slapped or better yet, DEATH BY PUNTA! (Sorry, I just couldn't resist!) Hee-hee!
(Please do not arrest me, these are just my inner thoughts. I would never act on them. Plus, I live in Japan and do not own a private jet. And, I cannot afford to pay for a plane ticket to Michigan to go and slap these men...so, they are safe for now! However, I do wish some big, well hung gentleman would bend these guys over and do naughty things to them...I hope they get screwed like they have screwed their companies!)
((I know, I'm probably going to Hell for the nasty comments I make. But, I know I'll be in good company! So, all you people out there that believe in Christ, please pray for my soul! Thanks!))
This is just the opinion of a midget mexican momma living in Japan, nothing more!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
We went on a few nature hikes with the kids. Some of the trails were quite challenging, but Jude was up for it. He kept pretending he was Bear Grylis from Man Vs. Wild. He kept pretending he was being chased by wild animals. It was awesome to be in the wilderness, even though we could still hear the sound of the nearby highway.
We had a great time and hope to do it again soon. Here are a few pictures from the trip.
(Jude and Bean (Running Babe's son) walking in the wilderness.)
My training is going well considering I'm still suffering from a cold/allergies/giant loogies. I ran 7 miles 2 Saturdays ago and 8 miles last Saturday. And, I will run 8 miles again this Saturday. My long runs are going great. I run and chat the whole time. I never feel sore or fatigued. I'm usually a little slow the first 3 miles and then pick up the pace. But, my shorter 5 mile runs are becoming a problem, because Husband is now working 12 hour shifts. He's been leaving the house at 5:30 AM for work. And, then I can't run in the morning with my buddies. But, this morning he went in at 6:15 AM, and I was able to get in a good 5 miles at 5 AM.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
"Hey, how's it going?" Husband's co-worker asked.
"Good, how about you?" I asked in return.
"I'm fine, thanks. What ya in for?" he asked.
In my mind, I thought boy, you nosey bastard why in the hell should I tell you why I'm at the lab getting lab work. Even though I wasn't there for tests, I found his question a bit rude and obtrusive. So, naturally I replied, "I'm getting tested for gonorrhea and syphilis."
His face squished up and then tightened in disgust. "Oh!" he replied with eyes bulging. Then he walked away. Serves him right for asking such a personal question!
So, now I'm sure there are rumors at Husband's work place that I might have some type of venereal disease.
Oh well! Just another day in Ebeneezer Weenie's World!
It's hard to find "real" people these days. And, I think I'm as real as they come. Granted, there are problems associated with being "real," but I've learned to deal with it. So, if you can handle my potty mouth, then Welcome, again, to Weenie's World! It's great to have you!!
So, more great pictures and "misadventures" are on their way.
Patience Grasshopper, good things will come!
1. I bought Sister flannel long-john pajamas at the store. Then, I washed, dried, and packed them per her request. Then, I boxed them up and sent them in the mail. (Sister lives up north in Akita Prefecture.)
2. I watched Georgia Peach's kid while she pooped out another kid. Her son stayed with us for 24 hours. He peed his pants twice and crapped his pants once. And, the kid had a fever and snotty nose.
3. I drove my friend's kid to school for a month after she pooped out a kid.
4. I gave my friend Jude's old clothes. I could have sold them at a resale shop and gotten some money for them, but I didn't. Instead, I was nice and gave them away.
5. I will volunteer next week to watch about 15 screaming 2-3 year olds while their parents have a meeting about nothing.
Even though people typically don't become saints until they die, I think they need to make a special exception for me. That's right, I've been way too fucking nice! So, from now on you can just call me Ebeneezer Weenie. I'm going to walk around with my head in my ass cursing and saying naughty things. Hopefully then people won't ask me to do anything ever again.
I think being an asshole is a lot easier and doesn't require as much effort. So, asshole-ness here I come. So, if you see me around, please don't talk to me...just ignore me. And, if you do talk to me, I WILL say something obscene. So, consider yourself warned!
Just another day in Saint Weenie-san's world! (hee-hee)
Sunday, November 16, 2008
So, in my dream, by apartment building was shaking violently. I was scared beyond belief. I knew it was "the big one." All I could think about was saving my son...no matter what. I guess those mommy instincts were kicking in. So, somehow I grabbed an extension cord and rapped it around us multiple times. Then, I tied it to a wooden support beam located near our entry way of our apartment. I held on to Jude for dear life. Then, we felt our building starting to collapse beneath us. While the building was shifting, I could no longer hold onto Jude. The force was just too much. But, luckily the chord I had tied to us, kept us tied together. When the building collapsed, our apartment was left pretty much intact and standing. Our apartment just kind of fell off the building but landed completely intact. It was unbelievable. As soon as the building stopped moving, I untied us, grabbed our emergency supply bags, and ran out the door. Yes, my door frame was still intact. I know, this is complete weird, but you are in my dream remember??!!
So, when we walked out, I realized the severity of the situation. Everything was on fire and people were screaming and running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Jude and I had everything we needed to survive in our packs. We had water, food, clothes, flashlights, etc. We walked away from our apartment unscathed. Then, suddenly the rest of the building collapsed onto our apartment. It immediately imploded on itself. It basically disintegrated before our eyes. I grabbed Jude and our packs, and I ran as fast as I could to get away from the collapsing building and fires. I ran with him for about 2 miles until we reached a park. I collapsed on the ground and realized we were safe. Every one around us was covered in blood and hurt in some way, but we weren't. We were fine.
The next thing I remember, we were back in Texas and I was telling this story. However, no one wanted to listen to it. I was suffering from survivors guilt and no one seemed to care. I wanted to tell people the horror I saw and felt on that day, but no one wanted to hear it. Then, I woke up.
I know, I dream the most crazy, bizarre things! I'm plagued with an overstimulated mind that never rests. Sometimes I wake up exhausted from my dreams. I wish my mind would stop so I could rest. I've thought about taking drugs, but I don't like the after affects they cause. Before Jude was born, I would self medicate with alcohol, but I was getting a beer gut and stopped. Now, I just flinch, kick, shake, and talk in my sleep. Poor Husband! Sometimes he has to wake me up because he can hear me breathing hard like I'm running. Sometimes he wakes me up and I'm crying. I know, it's weird!
And, Jude is also plagued with crazy, bizarre-o dreams. He wakes up and tells me what he dreamt. Some nights he dreams about dinosaurs or Spiderman or monsters. Sometimes we can hear him talking in his sleep. I think Jude has a creative mind like me. He comes up with the craziest things. And, he loves to make up stories. I'm grateful the kid has a creative "bug" in him. But, at the same time, I feel sorry for him because he's a little weird...just like me. The kid has no chance of being normal. For that, I feel sorry for him. But, he does show the potential to be something great...maybe the next Shelley, Byron, or Tennyson. I've heard that creativity can't be taught. Either you have it or you don't. And, my kid definitely has it. But, I'm not sure if it's a plus or a minus. For me, it has given me the ability to write and play music very expressively and creatively. But, it has also plagued me with nightmares, bizarre thoughts and ideas, and a sense that I'm not like others. It's good to be different, but sometimes society looks down upon people who are "outside the box."
But, it does make for great entertainment. Doesn't it?? After all, you just spent the last 5 minutes of you life reading about me and my crazy dreams. (Hee-hee)
Friday, November 14, 2008
About 2 years ago, Big D and I paced our friend during the Mother Road 100 race in Oklahoma. (By pace, I mean we ran beside him and told him dirty jokes and stories to help him forget about the pain.) It was the first Ultra Marathon I had ever attended. We ran 16 miles with our friend...up and down giant hills on the shoulder of historic Route 66. It was a life changing run...one that I will never forget. I met people and saw people doing things I never thought humanly possible.
Ever since that day, I've wanted to run an ultra. People can run marathons...thousands of people do them every year. But, fewer people do ultras. Because of my bunk as lungs (duh, I have asthma), I never thought I could complete a marathon. Now that I know I can, I want to go further and push myself beyond anything I have ever done. I know it will be hard, probably the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. But, if there's a will...there's a way. And, I'm certainly crazy enough to be an ultra marathoner. I'm sure I have it in me. In fact, one of my life's goals is to run a 100 miler before I turn 40. So, that's why I'm running Tokyo. I read somewhere that in order to participate in an ultra marathon, you should complete at least 2 marathons. So, Tokyo- here I come!
However, Husband and Jude are just the opposite. They are incredibly sensitive! Sometimes I have to watch what I say because I might hurt their sensitive feelings. I'm pretty much a heartless bitch...except when it comes to my family. My husband and son mean everything to me. They are my world. Everything I do is for them, and I would never say or do anything to hurt them.
So, with that said...if you hurt my husband or son in any way, whether by your words, your actions or lack of actions, you better be ready to deal with me. Look, you can fuck with me all you want...I don't care. But, when you hurt my son or husband, you better be ready to deal with me- a crazy, heartless beaner, ready to pounce on you. Look, as a mother and wife, it's my job to protect my husband and son....and I take my job very seriously. And, I will do whatever it takes to keep them safe and happy. So, just be warned. Remember, I'm only 4 feet 10 inches tall, and I've got a shit load of hostility I've been waiting to release on someone. So, watch out! You hurt my family, and you've got me to deal with!
That's all I'm going to say about that!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
So, here are some pictures for you to enjoy!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Jude was a little disappointed the museum didn't have ALL the dinosaurs he knows. But, we were glad to see one of only two complete Triceratops skeletons in the world. We had a great time!
(Here is Jude standing in front of a Gorgonichthys (gore-gun-ICK-theez).)
Monday, November 10, 2008
I haven't been to Hiroshima, yet. And, I want to go. But, going to a place like that takes mental preparation--well, for me it does. I'm not a history buff, but I feel it's important to see these type of sites and learn from them.
I definitely think visiting historic places like Pearl Harbor and Dachou have made me more open minded and sympathetic to others.
When Husband was in Germany and we were dating (kinda sorda), we went to Dachau (a Nazi German concentration camp near Munich). Seeing the crematorium will haunt me forever. I remember walking into a place where hundreds (possible millions) of men, women, and children had been killed. I remember seeing pictures of bodies stacked up waiting to be burned. Seeing those sights still bother me, and I can see them so clearly in my mind. Memories like that never fade, no matter how hard you try.
So, it's amazing how my mind works--seeing an old man with burn scares automatically makes me think the US was responsible. It's amazing how I can feel guilty for something I had no part in. Yet, I am. I guess being a mother has made me more aware of the world and the people in it. I'm aware of a mother's pain no matter where she is in the world. I could only imagine how the mothers felt as they watched their children burn when the bomb was dropped in Hiroshima. And, I can only imagine how the mothers felt when their children were taken from them and shot in Dachau, later to be cremated. I have never felt that type of pain in my life and I pray I never have to.
Yet, I feel guilty knowing my country killed and burned so many civilians during the war. I know the Japanese killed thousands of Americans, too. I've seen their handy work in Pearl Harbor. But, living among Japanese people, it just doesn't seem possible that these kind, honorable people could ever be part of something so terrible.
I know, I need medication...I'm a lunatic...but, I've come to terms with it already....and so has Husband!
The only downside to living in Japan is not being able to see our family and friends. But, thanks to this silly little blog and the computer, we have been able to keep in touch with ease. And, since YaYa and PoPo are retired, with nothing to do, they have already come to see us once, and they will be on their way here again in December. And, since Sister moved here in July, we've been able to hang out with her and enjoy her company...a little (She is my only sister and older than me...so, she's still bossy!) But, I really do miss the company of my life long friends...like BJ and her family, Rice Spice, and JC. I also really miss my running buddies up in North Texas. I think about all my friends and miss making new memories with them. But, again, I feel blessed to live in Japan and to be able to experience so many new things.
In the last year, my son has turned from a toddler to a boy...a booger eating, smart ass, handsome, intelligent, little boy. I feel bad that my son has missed out on seeing his grandparents on a regular basis, but my parents have gone out of their way to make Jude feel loved and thought about. YaYa and PoPo have also made every effort possible to come and see him. I know later on down the road Jude will realize what loving and caring grandparents he has or had. He will look back at his photo albums and see hundreds of pictures of himself hanging out with his grandparents in Japan. He will always remember the great times he had with them here. And, those memories will be priceless, and I'm sure he will carry them with him forever. Again, I'm thankful my parents have the means and the "want to" to come clear across the world so see their only grandson. It means a lot to him and to Husband and I.
And, I'm sure this Christmas will be the best one, yet. My small apartment will be housing us, YaYa, PoPo, and Sister. We'll be like sardines! But, with the Christmas spirit in the air, I'm sure we will have the best time ever. My parents never say it, but their actions definitely show us that family truly does come first. And, I'm glad Jude can see that.
So, Happy One Year Anniversary to us! It's been a great year, and I can't wait to have another great year...here...in the Land of the Raising Sun!