Here is YaYa sitting next to a sleeping man on a park bench in Ueno Park.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Here is YaYa sitting next to a sleeping man on a park bench in Ueno Park.
I plan to party like a rock star tonight in Tokyo. Running Babe has created a fun evening of dinner, drinks, karaoke, and dancing. We plan to spend the next 2 nights in Tokyo having a good time. YaYa and PoPo will take care of the kiddos, so we can party like it's 1999.
We plan to party Japanese style. So, I will be wearing a blue jean mini skirt that barely covers my ass, along with blue glittery tights (it's colder than a witches nipple in a brass brazier), a purple and black sequined shirt, black glittery leg warmers (that's right, I said leg warmers...in Japan, anything goes!), brown 3 inch heeled ankle boots, and a pink and black wig. Why would I want to look so ridiculous on my birthday, you ask?? Why not?! I say in return. In Japan, fashion is much different. You can wear anything you want and no one cares. So, tonight I plan to do just that. I'm really excited about the leg warmers and pink wig. It should be awesome!
So, Happy Birthday to me!
Don' t worry, I'll take tons of pictures for your viewing pleasure. However, since we'll be gone a few nights, it might take a few days before I'm able to download.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
And, the next item I want for my birthday is a full length mirror. I want to see where the added fat has decided to bond on me. I know, I'm weird. My thought is this: if I see just how fat I am in the mirror, maybe I won't eat as much. This theory or idea seems to be working with the scale. I'm already down a few pounds. And, when I get the full length mirror, I'm sure I'll be horrified by the sight and stop eating such large, Sumo sized portions. So, wish me luck!
I know I seem overly consumed with being fat even though I have a normal BMI (body mass index), weight, still fit into a size 3/4, and can run 13.1 miles faster than ever. But, my clothes don't fit the same and I can no longer squeeze my fat ass into my size 2 jeans without causing bodily harm to myself. And, my waist is definitely thicker, and I don't like it. I don't feel comfortable in my clothes or my skin. So, I plan to start eating better and less. I'm only 4 foot 10 inches, but I eat the same amount as a grown man. So, I know the additional weight is self induced. I don't blame anyone except myself for shoveling in the extra calories that my small frame obviously doesn't need.
So, I hope my scale, mirror and tight clothes will be enough deterrent for me to stop feeding my fat face!
Wish me luck and Happy Birthday to me!
So, thanks for the greeting cards.
And, a special thanks to those of you who sent me birthday cards. I really appreciate it!
Saturday, December 27, 2008
This is my newest toy. I didn't want to get an iPod because I'm kinda anti-establishment, and I hate the fact that Apple has kinda taken over the world with this, but I get tired of listening to music I don't know or don't like. So, for my birthday, Husband bought me an iPod Classic along with a $50 iTunes music card. So, we spent the last 24 hours downloading all kinds of obscure songs courtesy of iTunes.
So, those are my 2 big ticket items Husband bought for me this year. Keep in mind, I picked out both gifts, but Husband bought them. Husband is the kind of man that doesn't do gift giving very well. In fact, he never remembers any one's birthday. I have a calendar that I use to keep track of family members' birthdays. I used to rely on Husband, and that was a mistake. In fact, he even forgets to get his mother and sisters' cards for their birthdays and various holidays. I have become the official purchaser of gifts for everyone and everything. I don't mind, except when Husband complains about what I have bought. If I left it up to him, no one would get anything, not even a card. So, considering the man is the laziest gift giver I know, I find it necessary to state over and over what I want. I must instill it in his brain. It must be branded in his memory. And sometimes that doesn't even work. He doesn't really think about gift giving. He just stands there in the store like a deer in the headlights of an on coming car. It's weird how he just shuts down when it comes to giving gifts. I'm not sure if it's laziness, or a lack of caring, or the fear that he won't get the perfect gift. Whatever it is, I've gotten used to it. I just wish sometimes he would take the time and effort to pick out a great gift on his own. In his defense, last year he got me a brown and black Coach purse with a matching coin purse. It was the most thoughtful and wonderful present he had bought me in years. So, he doesn't completely suck in that department...he is good at picking out the perfect purse!
Just another day in Weenie's World!
Friday, December 26, 2008
So, we did the best we could.
In addition to YaYa being slow, PoPo and Sister require mass quantities of food to keep their dynamic systems functioning. So, we ate and ate and ate! Typically, Husband and I will get rice balls or small sandwiches while we are out and about, but that was not sufficient for PoPo and Sister. They required wholesome, large meals 3 times a day...something we are not accustomed to. So, needless to say, I felt the need to indulge with them, and now my pants are tight and my ass is fatter. WHATEVER!
Jude enjoyed spending time with his grandparents and aunt. We created fabulous memories that he will cherish forever.
So, over all our trip was slow and fattening, but enjoyable. I'm glad we got to share Tokyo with our family.
Now that the presents have been opened and the turkey has been cooked, I can sit down for a little rest and relaxation. I can do what I enjoy most...blogging. I know, I'm pathetic! To think that sitting at the computer and typing my inner most thoughts is pleasurable is kinda absurd. Whatever! This is my world isn't it?!
So, I enjoy sitting here at my computer and writing about nothing. It's almost therapeutic. I like having a creative outlet for all the craziness in my head.
Now that there is a calmness back in my world, I can download pictures and write about my experiences over the last week or so.
So, get ready to get back into Weenie's World!
I kinda missed you!
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
During the creation of the cards, I asked Husband to help me proof read them. I am known for making silly errors and thought another set of fresh eyes would catch any mistakes I had made. Apparently, I was wrong. I'm not blaming Husband for my mistake. But, I'm just pissed that I made it in the first place. And now I have 150 misspelled holiday greeting cards in my possession.
So, I'm asking for your advice...what should I do??? I thought about putting a holiday sticker over the misspelling, but that looked ghetto. I thought about calling Walgreen's and asking for a re-do. But, even if I do that, the picture cards probably won't make it here until January, and then it will take another 2 weeks for you people to get them. So, what should I do? Would you mind a cute card of the Weenie Family with one letter missing from my name?? Would that bother you?? Would you be pleased to have cute pictures of us in front of our Christmas tree, even though my name is misspelled??
You decide and let me know, please! Your opinion matters to me!
Thanks so much!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
I sent Jude to school today so we can wrap presents. I need to start working on that. I've got a pile of crap, I mean gifts, waiting to be wrapped.
YaYa is already hard at work cleaning up the dishes from this morning's breakfast.
PoPo is perched on the couch watching useless Japanese television in hopes of catching information about the American Stock Market.
So, things are as they should be.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I've been cleaning like mad for the last 2 days. I even scrubbed the shower and got rid of the soap scum residue and the reddish slime in the corner of the shower. Yuck!
But, today I will spend most of my day making fudge for my Japanese students. I plan to give them homemade fudge, popcorn bark (popcorn covered in melted chocolate), and chocolate candies for Christmas. So, I will be busy cooking and wrapping these homemade gifts in cellophane wrapping paper and ribbon. You can just call me the Brown Betty Crocker!
Just another day in Weenie's World!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
He began the message by singing...It's the most wonderful time of the year...he sang in a nice, clear, melodic voice. He continued the message by saying:
"Ya know the easiest way to go shopping at a Wal-mart? You drive through an Eskimo Hut and get yourself a double shot of something. You get about half-loaded. By the time you hit the Wal-mart, you don't care about the retards, the rednecks, the fat people...you just shop your ASS off. With that being said, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!"
It was a fabulous message. I kept playing it over and over laughing my ass off!
Thanks Big D!
By the way, an Eskimo Hut is where you get alcoholic beverages to go. It's a drive through convenience shop that sells alcohol through a drive through window. They have them in North Texas. Here is a link to their menu:
Saturday, December 13, 2008
So, the other day when I was driving in my banged up Honda Civic, I heard a silly song on the radio. I was waiting with anticipation for Britney Spears' new song Womanizer. (Yes, I will admit publicly that I like that song-- in fact, I love the song...it's catchy and has a catchy line...Womanizer, wo-wo-womanizer, your a wo-wo-womanizer...sorry for breaking out into song and dance, I just couldn't control myself.) The DJ on the radio had mentioned earlier he would be playing the song next, and I was looking forward to singing at the top of my lungs and performing a little Britney dance as I drove Jude home from the bus stop. So, when I heard a lame-o song come on next, I yelled, "Stupid song!" I was let down that I would not be hearing my new favorite song.
Jude heard me yell, and instantly replied, "Mommy, that's a naughty word!"
"Oh, shit, sorry baby, I didn't mean to say a naughty word," I replied back.
"Mommy, you just did it again!" he replied.
"Oh, crap, sorry sweetie, mommy screwed up," I told him.
"That's a naughty word, too, mommy!" he yelled back with frustration in his voice.
"Damn it, sorry sweetie, I'll try not to use naughty words again," I told him.
"Mommy, you just said another one!" the kiddo replied.
"Jesus Christ kid, I'm sorry!" I told him, knowing that I had just fucked up again!
"Mommy, it's not nice to say that, either!" he said.
"Okay, I'm sorry, I just won't talk...okay?!" I told him.
"Now, that's a good plan!" Jude replied.
We remained silent in the car until we reached the parking lot of our apartment.
Just another day in Weenie's World!
Friday, December 12, 2008
So, I've resorted to stalking people courtesy of MySpace. I love it! I get to check out their MySpace page, photos, and catch up sorda, without them ever knowing I was there. That is, if they have their space public. So, I love MySpace! It's a stalker's paradise!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
This year has been unbelievable! I have been to the most amazing places, met amazing people, been harassed by the police, fell deeper in love with Husband, realized just how blessed I am, watched my baby turn into a boy, and appreciated everything just a little more than before.
I'm so thankful to be given the opportunity to live abroad. Most people only dream of coming to Japan, but I get to live here. And, I get to raise my child here, which is another plus. I hope by living here, my son will be more open minded, think outside the box, and appreciate people's differences. I know he will look at the world differently as a result of growing up in Japan. I know his world will be smaller, kinder and better than mine. I know that living abroad will make him a more interesting individual capable of seeing things through other people's eyes. For that, I'm grateful.
However, I do miss those closest to us...like BJ, JC, Big D, and Rice Spice. I miss those who have made me who I am today. I try to keep in touch as best I can through e-mails and phone calls, but I know sometimes I can be a slacker. And, by being here in Japan, I have missed the birth of BJ's baby, Princess. I have yet to meet Princess, and she is almost 6 months old now. I am sad about that. But, BJ is incredibly understanding. She knows that even though I can't be there to watch here baby grow, I think about them all the time. After all, I have a mini-shrine on my fridge. I've got pictures of Princess plastered on my fringe like she's a wanted felon.
And, I miss the kind, positive words of Big D. I miss hearing his goofy laughter and seeing his smiling face at the end of each day. I miss running with him and hearing the sound of our footsteps as they move in unison to become one. I miss our adventures together. We were always ready for anything, whether is was a half marathon race or a trip to Oklahoma to run 20 miles. Whatever it was, we did it together...no questions asked.
I miss Texas. I miss the red dirt of North Texas and the pine trees of East Texas. I miss the beautiful skyline of Downtown Houston. I miss the smell of fresh cut grass running down Allen Parkway or Memorial. I miss hearing my footsteps as the crush the dirt beneath me on the trails near Memorial Park. I miss the colorful people and the diversity only Houston has to offer. I miss Montrose, in the heart of Gay Mecca. I miss my flamboyant, gay neighbors who used to make me smile as I watched them manicure their yards to perfection. I miss the 100 year old Oak trees in West University. I miss the beautiful bayous filled with dead people and debris. I miss the sight of pickup trucks and boats hitched to the back. I miss the smell of the humid, salt filled air near Rockport, Texas. I miss the sight of sea gulls coasting in the light, ocean breeze. I miss all of it.
Even though I miss Texas, Japan is now my home. Japan is where I'll stay until told otherwise. I will continue to marvel at the architecture and beauty of this great nation. I will try to assimilate as much as possible and make a positive influence on the Japanese people. I will show them Texas hospitality and kindness the way only Texans can. I will tell them about every thing wonderful that encompasses my great and wonderful state. I will make them love and appreciate Texas the way I do.
So, again I say, wow- what a year! I have so much to be thankful for and so much to miss!
I think it has a very appropriate title, by the way! So, check out her blog, I'm sure you'll find it a great read.
So, welcome back Rice Spice! We missed you!
Okay, it seems in my house that we are always running late because of some one's bowels. I know this sound disgusting, but I'm just letting you into my world. And, frankly, my world is full of bowel movements...either mine, Husband's, or Jude's!As a runner, I mean social jogger, my bowels can often dictate a run. If they're empty, there's less chance of them causing issues. And, there's nothing worse than being out in the middle of no where and having to take a poop. Or, running in Tokyo, Japan, and having to find a convenience shop with a Western style potty to poop in. So, to eliminate this, I try to go before I run.
Husband is the same way. He, too, must empty his bowels before a run. But, his bowels aren't as...let's say...able to perform the task when asked to do so. Me, on the other hand, I can pretty much go when needed...thank Jesus for that! Husband must eat yogurt, high fiber cereal, fiber muffins, and fruit on a daily basis in order to keep things flowing smoothly, if you know what I mean.
Then, there's Jude. The kid is NOT so regular. You never know when the kiddo is going to have to crap! And, it seems as though it always comes at the worst possible moment. Since starting school, the kid has had issues going. He doesn't drink much at school, and they always serve rice. So, with the combination of those 2 things mentioned, the kid sometimes has issues going. And, when he has to go...it usually takes him like an hour. When he empties his bowels, it all comes out! Sometimes, the kid fills the toilet bowl more than once, which I find completely amazing!
So, this morning, as we were running late for the bus (as usual), Jude says, "I gotta poop!" I think oh shit, not now kid, we're gonna miss the bus, and then I'm going to have to drive you to school, which could possibly take 2 whole freakin' hours out of my busy day...shit. He had just finished eating his scrambled eggs, bacon, and chocolate milk. So, I grabbed the kid, stripped him down, and put him on the potty. While he was sitting there on the toilet, I got him dressed for school, sorda. I put on his shirt and socks, and then put his undies and pants around his ankles. I wanted to brush his teeth while he was on the potty, but he refused to let me do it. His response was, "That's nasty mommy!" I guess in my haste to get him ready, I lost all common sense. So, the kid pushed and pushed for what seemed like eternity. After 1o minutes, I told him he was finished and wiped. (That's right, I wiped his ass!) I could have let him do his own wiping, but I didn't feel like watching him smear shit all over his back, and then having to bathe my shit covered kid.
I brushed his teeth, he put on his shoes, I grabbed his backpack, and we ran out the door. Luckily, we made it to the bus stop before the bus left. Praise Jesus!
Just another day in Weenie's World!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
So, every year I do something drastic near or around my birthday. A couple of years ago, I cut my hair really short and dyed it red. Husband didn't care for the cut or the color.
I kinda go through a mid-life crisis as I watch each year pass quicker than the year before. But, this year has been good to me, I must admit that. I've made great new friends and experienced what Japan and Tokyo have to offer me.
But, I don't like the physical effects of the aging process. Just the other day, I thought I saw glitter in my hair. To my surprise, it was just another silver/gray hair peeking through. I'm sure by 40 I'll be completely gray at this rate!
Hmmmm, yep, I'm almost another year older. Wow! They say age is just a number, right?! Well, they are wrong! Your age says a lot about you. It says what you have experienced. It says whether or not you're naive or content or wise. Just think about it, have you ever met a wise 18 year old person. Hell no! At 18, you are just beginning to discover who you are and what you want in life. At 18, you are trying to figure out ways to cut your college classes and party while being hung over. At 18, you are developing yourself into who you will become at 30.
You know that with each day that passes, you are one day closer to death. Sorry for that little tid bit.
Well, at least on my birthday, the whole freakin' world parties with me. That's right, I was born on New Year's Eve. YaYa has mentioned that every one was drunk when I was born some 30 years ago. That kinda explains a lot, doesn't it?! Granted, she wasn't drunk (well, at least she SAYS she wasn't), but I believe the doctors were and so was PoPo. It's a good thing she's a nurse!
So, yep, I'm another year older. (Sigh!) Hmmm....yep, older and wiser, grayer and fluffier, more forgetful and slightly more neurotic. Boy, I have so much to look forward to...after all, I'm one year closer to death....
Okay, okay, I won't bring you down from your happy little place. Let's try to look at this in a positive light. In 30 or so more years, I can get discounts when eating out and going to the movies. I can fart and not even have to try to fake it or blame anyone else. I can just fart and stand there in my own fart smell, letting it permeate through my clothing. I never have to use the restroom...I can just wear adult diapers and piss myself. I can yell obscenities and slap hot chicks on the ass. Oh, wait, sorry, those are things that dirty, old MEN can do and get away with. Old ladies can get away with.....ummm....okay....ummm...shit, that sucks! I can't think of one freakin' thing that old ladies can do and get away with. Man, that sucks! Wait, I got one! I can sit in an old rocking chair and pretend to forget who you are. That sounds like fun! I can dowse myself in perfume that smells like moth balls and pinch the cheek's of small children. I can call and harass my son's wife on a regular basis. I can make Jude's future wife feel inadequate, unworthy, and ask, "Have you gained weight...you look a little swollen." Now, that makes me happy! I can't wait to do those things! Yippee!
Okay, so after discussing this with you, you have reminded me of all the things I can look forward to as I become an old lady. Thanks!
So, happy freakin' birthday to me!
So, the other day I got pulled over by the police for talking on my cell phone while driving. Technically, I was not operating a vehicle, though-- I was at a stop light, and I put my car in park while I left Husband a voicemail message on his cell. By the way, it is illegal to talk on the phone while driving in Japan.
So, I heard the sirens, and I saw the police officer on his motorcycle. He came up to my driver's side window and motioned for me to pull over. I did as I was asked. I rolled down the window, and he started yelling at me in Japanese. I let him yell for a few seconds, and then I yelled back, "Wakarimasen, wakarimasen!" (That means I don't understand, I don't understand.) Then, he lowered his voice and said, "May I see your license, please." I handed him my Japanese driver's license, my pass port, my Texas driver's license and whatever other ID card I had in my wallet. I think I even gave him my old library card. I was really nervous and didn't want a ticket.
This was our conversation:
"You please no talk on phone while you drive, okay?" he said, unsure of himself.
"Gomenasai, gomenasai," I yelled. (That means I'm sorry, I'm sorry.)
"No talk while driving, okay," he said again in broken English.
"Technically, sir, I wasn't driving...I was stopped with my car in park," I replied.
"No talk while driving, huh?" he said again a little louder.
"But, technically, I wasn't driving and talking...I was stopped," I said again.
"You no talk on phone in car!" he yelled at me. I could tell he was getting annoyed with me.
"Okay, okay, sumimasen, gomenasai, gomenasai!" I yelled back, hoping he wouldn't give me a ticket. (I said Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!)
He looked at my IDs and looked at me. I smiled my cheesiest smile and tried to look pathetic.
"Oh, you American from Texas...I don't want problem...no talk on phone in car, okay?" he said.
"Yes, I'm gaijin from Texas, Yeehaw!" I replied. (Gaijin means foreigner- kinda like alien.)
He smiled and said, "No ticket, just warning...no talk on phone, okay?"
"Okay, okay, arigato goizai mas!" I replied. (That means thank you very much.)
He handed me back my IDs and went on his way. My heart was racing. I was so scared I was going to get a ticket. But, even in my scared state of mind, I still wanted to let him know that I technically wasn't driving and talking on a cell phone. I was parked at a light.
When I came home, I told Husband what had happened. He got mad at me for using my phone while driving. Then, I had to explain to him that I technically wasn't operating my vehicle--I was parked at a light. He didn't want to argue with me, either. He just told me not to do it again.
But, I still don't think I did anything wrong!
Just another day in Weenie's World!
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
We had a great time eating, chatting, and discussing plans for my birthday night.
There's nothing more enjoyable than good food and good friends! (Wait, it sounds like I ate you guys, and that's not what I meant. I meant that having good friends over for dinner is enjoyable. I didn't mean that I was "having" YOU for dinner, and I didn't mean that I was "having" YOU like in a sexual way. Okay, I should just stop. I'm digging myself deeper and deeper into a hole! WHATEVER!)
(By the way, I'm sorry the beans gave you gas! I hope the after dinner mints (Maalox) helped.)
I'm also incredibly thankful for the small things that I think others take for granted. For example, when I pray at night, I thank the Lord for the food in belly, the air in my lungs, the roof over my head, and the warm, cozy bed in which I sleep. They may seem like small things, but to me they matter the most. Without the nourishment of food, or the roof over my head, or the warmth of my blankets, I could not be who I am. And, I never, ever take for granted the ability to breathe. I know that in an instant, that could stop. After all, I have asthma, and every breathe of fresh air truly is a gift.
So, what are you thankful for this year??
When you believe that even the small things are blessings, you live a much more fulfilled, enjoyable existence. And, you never take things for granted.
I think that's why I'm so happy and fun to be around. I'm always incredibly thankful for every moment of every day. I'm thankful for my Husband, my beautiful, goofy son, my family, and my friends. I'm thankful for even the silliest of things...like sour cream and Triscuits.
When Husband and I got married, we screwed the system and went to the Justice of the Peace. After that, we headed down to our local Luby's Cafeteria and ate lunch. We got married in blue jeans and Birkenstock sandals. We were just so happy to be husband and wife that the rest of the crap didn't matter. I'm thankful for that.
I'm thankful that I'm healthy enough to train and run the Tokyo Marathon. Being healthy is so important to me. I believe our bodies are gifts from the Lord. He created us, and it's our job to take care of our gift. So, it is our responsibility to nourish our body, exercise, and protect it.
I also believe that God created man in his own image. Therefore, every person I see is a gift. Even though I might make fun of someone for having a weird haircut or wearing something slutty, I believe that each person on the planet is gift. Because I believe this, it makes it hard for me to hate. I'm thankful for that.
So, now that you know what I'm thankful for...tell me what you're thankful for this year. After all, we all have so much to be thankful for!
Here are some pictures from the event. Enjoy!
I love the holidays, but now even more. Jude's sense of bewilderment and curiosity has created the same feelings in me. Every year the holiday season becomes more and more exciting for us. Now, we get to share Christmas Carols, stories and traditions with our son. I love it. It gives me purpose to teach him what I know and more.
And, I'm especially excited to spend the holidays with YaYa, PoPo, and Sister.
Here are some pictures I took of Jude the other night while he was harassing the Christmas tree. Enjoy!
My nose bled for about 15 minutes, filling my stomach full of blood. After my nose stopped bleeding, I got up and got Jude up for school. My stomach was upset from the mass quantity of blood inside of it. I drank some water to calm my stomach. It didn't help. Then, I ate some cereal, thinking it would absorb the blood in my stomach and stop the nausea and gurgling sound. It didn't help. Then, I burped and the taste of warm blood came up. It was disgusting. My mouth tasted like metal and blood, so I brushed my teeth.
When Jude woke up, we saw blood all over the bathroom floor, on the toilet, on the white bathroom rug, and all over my shirt and face. He immediately wanted to know the cause. He seemed intrigued by it. I cleaned up the bloody mess, and then got Jude ready for school.
My trash can is filled with bloody paper towels and toilet paper.
If a forensic team were to enter my apartment, they would probably assume someone was murdered here. The amount of blood I lost was amazing. So, I'm writing this to ensure you that I'm alive and well. So well in fact that I've already done 2 loads of laundry.
And, I have come to the realization that I could never be a vampire. The taste of blood isn't so bad. But, when you burp it up, that's just nasty!!
Just another day in Weenie's World!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
We had to walk through Shibuya, and it was crowded! The streets were packed with intoxicated Japanese. It was awesome! I tell you, the Japanese can party like it's 1999!
The view from the 52nd floor was spectacular! Enjoy the pictures!
(Husband and me sitting at the bar.)