Saturday, May 29, 2010
Jude loves singing! Duh! He is my kid after all! After he sang Baby, by Justin Bieber, he sang Lady Gaga's song Paparazzi. He loves this song! I play it on the piano, and he sings along. We're like the freaking Partridge Family! I love it!
Friday, May 28, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
But one of the best presents I ever received was a gift from Husband: a Yamaha Clavinova. Basically, it's a digital piano with all kinds of buttons and doo-dads. Because Husband bought me a fancy one, my keys are weighted, to simulate the weight of a Yamaha grand piano key.
Recently, my piano has become my best friend. I've been spending every waking hour learning and practicing new songs. It has become my therapy. When I'm pissed off, I play Chopin and bang on the keys, playing deep, long, low notes. When I'm happy, I play the Beatles or Lady Gaga. When I just want to hear the beauty of the piano and the music I make, I play Clare de Lune.
And when I play, I play with all of me. I am complete when I play. I am where I belong. I am my happiest.
So, for those of you out there that can't play musical instruments, where do you find your solace. Where do you go to be comforted? Where do you go to be creative? Where do you go to create what's in your mind? Where do you go to release the angst in you? Where?
I've always felt sorry for people who are not creative or disciplined enough to learn to play an instrument. I feel bad that you are locked in a world without the ability to create something. I feel sorry for you--sorry that you will never know the greatest pleasure of hearing your fingers creating the most wonderful melodies.
What's it like to be locked in a world without music?
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
I know you didn't stop by Weenie's World to hear my moaning and groaning about how I miss my husband, to hear me complain about something I agreed upon, but this is my blog with my stories and my feelings, so shove it!
And regardless of what I write here, it's just between you (you fine folks in the computer) and me. After all, Husband doesn't read this useless blog. He claims he doesn't have time. I think he's just scared to read what I write about him and post to the world for my own amusement.
Even though you're gone, I dreamt of you last night. I dreamt we were in Hawaii getting ready to eat a fancy dinner. In my dream, you chose to wear a beige suit with beige tennis shoes. I tried to get you to change your shoes, but you refused. After a while, I gave up trying to make you change. Then, we made out, ate 40 bagels and confessed our love for one another. It was a good dream. I'm glad we got to visit.
See you soon,
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
As you know, I teach English at a local Japanese elementary public school, and I love it. Every day I learn something new, and I usually laugh in the process. Not to mention I also get to have fun at recess!
However, today it was hot, really hot, and my school doesn't have air conditioning, so I had to suffer along with the kiddos. But, as I entered one of the warmer classrooms, the aroma of rotten fish and sweaty heads nearly gagged me. Since most of the kids eat boiled fish and miso soup for breakfast, that shit comes out of their pores when they sweat. And, today that shit was pouring out of them, gagging me.
Oh well, instead of dealing with bratty kids with behavioral issues, I get to deal with 450 sweet, awesome kids who are eager to learn but smell like rotten fish!
All in a day's work in Weenie's World!
Monday, May 17, 2010
Jude: "Mommy, is a Barra-kooter a scary fish?"
Weenie: "A what?"
Jude: "A B-A-R-R-A-K-O-O-T-E-R fish!!!!"
Weenie: "What is that?"
Jude: "A! Type! Of! Fish! Jeez, you don't hear so good!"
Weenie: "Do you mean a barracuda!"
Jude: "Yes, that's what I said!"
Note to self: stop using the word kooter around Jude.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
The other day, around dinner time...
Weenie: "Jude, please finish your dinner and throw away anything that's left over."
Jude: "Okay, mom."
Weenie: "Where's your plate and cup? I need to put them in the dishwasher."
Jude: "I threw them away."
Weenie: "Why did you throw them away?"
Jude: "You told me to put anything that was left over in the trash. So, I did."
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Two weeks ago, they took Jude and I strawberry picking. Around Japan you can find large greenhouses filled with strawberry plants. It was a unique opportunity to see how strawberries are grown in Japan.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
On Mother's Day, I found myself reflecting back on my journey through motherhood. And, I realized I never knew the power of love until I met my son. A mother's love is an unbelievable thing. It allows you to do things you never thought possible. It allows you to become a wiser, more patient person with a new sense of who you are and what you are capable of.
I decided long ago that my son was a gift, a gift from God. He was to be cherished, respected, educated, loved, and nurtured, so that someday he can be the best possible person he can be. It's a tall order to place on me, but I was more than willing to take up the challenge. And, like other things in my life, I do them all the way, to the best of my ability. This was a challenge I was willing and ready to take on.
The first few months of Jude's life were exhausting mainly because he was a baby who never, ever slept, and he wanted to nurse all the time. He was too intrigued with the world around him to ever find the time to sleep, and, well, he loved to have a boob in his mouth (such a typical guy).
After the first 10 months, he became a walking, talking little guy. Since then, he's been absorbing everything he can. He's mastered so many things in these 5 years. It's amazing what he's become.
On this mother's day, all I know is that I'm so thankful that I was chosen to be his mother. So thankful that he was given to me! So thankful for every moment I get to spend with him on this planet! So thankful for everything he is capable of. So thankful for such a sweet, amazing, little boy! So thankful to be his mother!
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
I read not to gain knowledge or to learn the secrets of the world. I don't read to analyze or theorize. I read because I like to be transported into someone else's reality. I like to disappear from my world and get caught up in someone else's.
Right now I'm reading these books:
Chasing Harry Winston by Lauren Weisberger.
This is an easy read about 3 single women in New York. It's fun and reminds me of my single life.
Multiple Blessings by Jon & Kate Gosselin and Beth Carson.
This is a book I found in the trash. Because I can't stand to see books thrown away, I picked it up and started reading it. It's an interesting book about how Jon & Kate Plus 8 came to be.
Bunnicula by Deborah and James Howe.
This is a children's book about a vampire bunny. I'm using it as a teaching tool for my Japanese students.
New Moon by Stephenie Meyer.
This is the second book in the Twilight series. I'm reading this with my private Japanese student.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Unfortunately, the congratulations is over, and I spent 7 fucking hours ironing everything that needed ironing.
Next time, I'll just sit my fat ass on my clothes and hope the wrinkles are blasted away when I fart.
Yes, that sounds much better than ironing!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
He sings at the park. He sings while he's eating. He sings when he's on the toilet. That's just how he rolls.
He loves to sing. He really loves to sing! (Maybe we've been spending too much time singing karaoke, and now it's rubbing off on him?)
He isn't a very good singer, but he's better than most. He can carry a tune, and you definitely know what song he's singing.
And when he has a song in his head, he sings it. All the time.
Currently, he's stuck on Avril Lavigne's song I'm With You. He sings it night and day.
I usually join him for the chorus.
Monday, May 3, 2010
In my world, men carry purses, and it's okay. Women still wear leg warmers, and no one thinks anything of it. People have orange, green, purple and blue hair, and no one stares at them. People eat lots of raw things, and it's totally okay.
Sometimes I forget how weird my world actually is. I guess I'm getting used to the weirdness. The weirdness is now common place.
And I love the weirdness and the absurdity of it all. My senses are constantly teased and tempted when I walk around Tokyo. I see amazing sites, taste amazing foods, and smell amazing things.
However, I'm afraid to move back to the mundane and the boring. In Japan, my mind is constantly in motion, trying to wrap my head around the bizarre-ness that is Tokyo, Japan. I am never bored here, that's for sure.
But when I move back to America, my senses will be dulled, and instead of witnessing bizarre and amazing things, I'll be in self preservation mode. I'll be looking over my shoulder in the parking lot, with my keys in hand, making sure I'm not being followed. I'll be leery of parking in dark, secluded areas. I'll be leery of lots of things, like the meth-head down the road or the weirdo looking at me like I'm lunch. I'll also have to watch over Jude like a hawk, something I'm not used to doing.
In Japan, I never have to worry about those things. No! Because there is hardly any crime in Japan, my mind can focus on other things. I never have to feel restricted, scared or worried. Instead, I take in the sights, sounds and weirdness of it all.
And I love all the weirdness!
Saturday, May 1, 2010
When I was in college, I studied what I liked: English. I was always told that I should do what I'm good at, and, well, I'm good at writing 20 page papers with 25 different sources in about 6 hours, and I'm good at analyzing various literary works and comparing them to shampoo commercials. I'm also quite good at creating elaborate grammar trees that take up 2 sheets of paper. And, I like it. That's right! I like to create grammar trees. I know I'm weird.
I also love to sit around and think about how the words we say are created in our mouths. I love to think about how we articulate words and create them with the simplest movements of our tongues and lips. Diphthongs, glottal stops, and schwas turn me on! I know I'm really, really weird!
I also love to read books and catch grammatical errors in them. I love it when an editor misses something. It really does make my day, almost as much as finding an M&M on the floor!
When I do stumble across a mistake, I'm so tempted to correct the mistake with a huge, red pen, and then return the book, flagged and highlighted, back to the editor, charging them a fee for my services. I know it's rude, but someday I will do it.
Now, that's not to say this blog isn't littered with countless mistakes. I know it is. I try to correct the mistakes when I find them, but sometimes I write an entry in 5 minutes and then run out the door, never taking the time to really edit myself. I know I'm lazy.
But, all I know is that I'm one lucky bitch. I'm lucky because I get to do what I love! I get to teach English to people who are eager to learn.
It's great to be me!
Because of the nice weather, we've been outside soaking up the sun's rays, and enjoying ourselves at the zoo and the park.
Dear Mother Nature,
I take back all the nasty things I said about you!