He wants to marry me!

So, the other day Running Babe told me that her son, Bean, wants to marry me. Bean told his parents that he was going to live with them forever and marry me because I'm nice to him. Running Babe's ex-husband mentioned that I'm currently taken, but Bean didn't seem to mind. He will share me with Husband. (Bean just turned 5 years old.)

Just another day in Weenie's World!

Fitting into the Mommy Mold!

****Read at your own risk....foul language below!****

Okay, I'm a mom. But, I'm having a hard time fitting into the "Mommy Mold." I don't do or say things that other mommies do.

For example, I'm marathon training now. Most of the mommies I come in contact with think I'm a.) nuts for training for a marathon and b.) selfish for taking that time away from my family. This is what I say to you mommies out there that think I'm nuts and selfish....fuck off! First of all, I need to stay in shape to care for my kid. And, I'm leading by example and showing my kiddo that physical activity is important and necessary for healthy living. And, I'm showing my kid that women are just as strong as men. And, I'm showing him how hard work and persistence can help you achieve your goals in life. So, a big "Screw You" to you mommies out there that think I shouldn't train again for another marathon.

And, my potty mouth isn't helping me, either, when it comes to fitting into the "Mommy Mold." I've been known to occasionally drop the F-bomb in front my kid and his friends. I know I shouldn't but sometimes it just slips out. I can't help it. I try to put on my filter when other kiddos are around, but sometimes bad words just slip out. And, so what if I say the occasional hell, damn or shit. Does that make me a bad parent?? I think not!

Okay, and so what if I find my husband incredibly sexy and hot, and send him dirty text messages..is that bad??? Aren't we supposed to be hot for each other???

It seems like most mommies out there have lost themselves in their children. They have become these voiceless, lumpy, stagnant human beings that lack luster and life. I actually feel sorry for women like that. What a horrible existence they must lead! And, what makes it worse is these women are judgmental hags. They judge me and others around them. If you aren't the perfect little "Mommy" they think you should be, they look down on you.

So, to you ladies out there who think I'm not the perfect mommy....kiss my ass!

Weird!

So, I just finished writing the blog entry about missing Husband. And, as I was writing and sitting at the computer, the mini-blind chord attached to the mini-blinds in this room started to swing back and forth, hitting the metal blinds making a weird noise. I immediately thought we were having an earthquake. So, I logged on to the JMA (Japanese Meteorological Agency) website to check if there was an earthquake. According to them, nothing happened. And, I don't have the AC or heater on, so that couldn't have caused the movement. WEIRD!!

And, the other night I turned off my computer before going to bed. During the night, I got up to go pee and saw the glow of the computer screen from my bedroom. After I used the toilet, I came to the computer room to turn off the computer again, but it was off. I know I saw it on before I used the toilet! WEIRD!!

Who knows, maybe I'm just getting old and my mind is playing tricks on me!

Husband...

(This picture was taken several weeks ago at a Mexican restaurant in Roppongi. This is one of the most recent pictures I have of Husband.)

As you know, Husband is away on a business trip. He's been gone 13 days, 1 hour, 33 minutes and about 45 seconds...but who's counting??? Okay, okay, I am. I miss my little dark-skinned Mexipino! He's my ying to my yang! I'm Lucy and he's my Desi. I'm his Yoko and he's my John. Sorry for that rant, but I really do miss him!

I miss every thing about him now. I miss the annoying way he shakes the milk every morning. After he pours his cereal, he'll shake the milk for about 1 minute until it's frothy. Then, when I go to get some milk for my cereal, it's all bubbles. I usually hate that but now I miss that! I miss the way he leaves the toilet seat up and I almost fall in when I have to pee in the night. I miss the way he grinds his teeth when he sleeps. I miss his Chapstick kisses. (Every night before bed, Husband moisturizes. He applies lotion to his hands and Chapstick to his lips.) I miss the way he smells. This morning I rummaged through his closet to find some clothes that smell like him.

I know he hasn't been gone long, and he really isn't even that far away, but I still miss him. Jude and I were talking about how much we miss him this morning when we woke up. This was our conversation:

"Do you miss Daddy?" I asked Jude.

"Yep, I do," Jude replied.

"Me too, sweetheart," I told him.

"He's the best Daddy ever!" Jude told me.

"I know he is...we are lucky to have him," I replied.

Then, we just laid there in bed snuggling. (As mentioned before, Jude has been sleeping with me since Husband left.)

When Husband left, I was okay with the trip. I knew we had tons of things to do while he was gone. But, as the days and nights pass, I realize just how much I need him and want him. After 5 years of marriage, I still love him with all my heart. In fact, I think I love him more now than I ever have. He truly is my best friend and husband. He's a simple little man with the biggest heart and with the greatest patience. He's really is my better half! He's calm, reserved, polite, intelligent, loving, spiritual and caring beyond belief. After all, he's put up with me for the last 7 years of my life (we "dated" for 2 years before we got married). And, putting up with me can be difficult at times, especially with my foul mouth, bad manners, and lactose intolerance! He's a good man and I'm lucky to have him! I thank God for him every day.

I just can't wait to see him!

Tasty Tampons...

So, last night we had a slumber party at Running Babe's house. Since Husband is away on business, we thought it would be fun to have a sleep over. So, it was me, Running Babe, Bean (her son), Jude, another friend's kid and a dog named Ethan. Running Babe's neighbors went to Yokohama for the weekend and needed someone to take care of their dog. Running Babe agreed to watch the dog because he's mild mannered and very cute. He's a Jack Russell and Chihuahua mix.

So, last night after a movie, we finally fell asleep. Jude and I slept with Running Babe in her bed. Ethan, the dog, slept in the living room. But, at some point during the night, Ethan got a hold of some feminine hygiene products...tampons to be exact. And, when we woke up this morning, there was an unused, chewed up tampon scattered around on the living room floor. It was too funny. Running Babe was a bit embarrassed over the situation, but it was funny as Hell! We couldn't stop laughing. Then, later in the morning, Ethan starting coughing. Instead of hocking up a fur ball, he hocked up a cotton ball. Hee-hee!

Just another day in Weenie's World!

8,579...Can it get any worse???

The stock market closed down some 600 points again today. I just need to bend over and take it up the you-know-what! This is getting ridiculous!

But, you know, I must admit, I kinda saw this coming. Last year, when Husband and I were getting ready to move here to Japan, we went on a month long vacation to visit friends and family members. It was called "Weenie's Farewell Tour." Anywho, Husband and I were marveling at all the stuff our friends and family members had...like big ass TVs, fancy gigantic houses, giant gas guzzling SUVs, new bubba trucks, cute clothes, and so on. Husband and I wondered how they could afford such lavish items. We both said in unison, "Credit!" We discussed how people were borrowing too much money and living beyond their means. It seemed like an epidemic or a plague of over spending to keep up with the Joneses. It seemed like everyone was trying to out do the other person by having more and better stuff. It seemed like people were consuming too much as consumers!

As you know, I'm a simple person. I always have been. I like nice stuff, don't get me wrong. But, I don't buy stuff I can't afford. I have a terribly guilty conscience, as you know. And, I can't sleep at night knowing that I have credit card debt or any other kind of debt. I feel guilty. I feel guilty knowing that I owe someone money. PoPo always told me, if you can't afford it, you don't need it. Simple as that. So, I have never lived beyond my means. Neither has Husband. Some people get a "high" from buying fancy clothes or cars. But, not me. I get a "high" by saving my money and watching it grow. That makes me feel good. I know I'm weird compared to most.

But, I just don't understand why most Americans think they need so much stuff they can't afford. Perhaps most people are trying to fill some void they have in their life. Maybe they have a loveless marriage or weren't shown enough attention when they were children. What ever the cause is, over spending just needs to stop. If you ain't got it, don't spend it. How hard is that??? Seriously, please tell me! I would like to know!

I think people need to reevaluate what makes them happy in life. Don't get me wrong, I want to live the American dream, too. I want to have a cute house, with a cute yard and all that. But, I'm saving my pennies to get it. And, now Husband and I are living "in poverty" to achieve our American dream. We "pretend" we can't afford things now. We tell people we are poor and can't afford things. Because theoretically, we are poor. Husband doesn't make a whole lot of money. And, there are 3 of us living off of it. So, we skimp and save every where we can. I buy groceries on sale days. I only buy clothes if they are on sale and necessary. We have the cheapest cell phone policy on the planet! We drive used old cars. Husband rides his trash bike most days to save on fuel. (He found the bike abandoned in the parking lot of our apartment complex. It was rusted and needed a seat. So, Husband fixed it and rides it almost every day to work. His co-workers are collecting money to buy him a new one because his looks so bad.) We don't have cable or satellite TV. I don't even have an IPOD! I bought each of us a Thermos so I can save on bottled water. We are the cheapest people we know. And, most of our friends will agree with that statement! But, we are happy.

But, ya know, in the grand scheme of themes, stuff is so insignificant. It just clogs your house and your mind. And, when you die, no one remembers your stuff anyway. They don't go to your funeral and say, "Wow, she used to wear Prada shoes!" No one cares what clothes you wear or what kind of car you drive. Seriously, no one cares! And, if they do care, then they probably aren't worth knowing in the first place!

So, please stop spending money you ain't got! Please! Quit trying to get things you don't deserve. If you want those Prada shoes, get a great job that pays you enough to afford those Prada shoes. Or, save your pennies to get those Prada shoes. But, please for the love of God, stop spending money you don't have. You see where that has gotten all of us in the last few weeks!!

Green tea needs sugar!

Okay. I live in Japan, duh! Green tea is offered at almost every restaurant for free. Instead of serving water, most places serve hot green tea. (And, there is typically no sugar or sugar packets on the table.) That's fine. Except, I'm a Texan! I want sweet tea. I have spent my entire life drinking sweet tea from Luby's Cafeteria and from Chick-fil-A restaurants. I love sweet tea. There's something wonderful about pulling up to a Chick-fil-A drive thru and ordering a large sweet tea in the middle of the afternoon. It makes you feel cool, refreshed and satisfied. And, here in Japan, I don't want to drink hot green tea that tastes like chloroform or sea weed. I don't want to drink boiling hot unsweetened green tea when it's 95 degrees outside. I'm sorry, but I don't want that!

But, I have learned to make compromises. I know I can't have sweet tea anywhere on this island. So, the other day I bought some sugar cubes at the grocery store. I placed a few of them in my purse in a plastic baggy. Now, when I go out to eat, I drop a few sugar cubes in my green tea and stir it up. Then, the tea tastes like sweetened chloroform, and I can handle that.

Just another day in Weenie's World!

Emergency Contact

So, I am now the emergency contact person for a few of my friends' kids. Crazy, huh?! I find it completely bizarre that I am someones emergency contact person. I just had this realization that I'm a grown up. You would think that graduating college, getting married, pooping out a kid, and moving to another country would make me feel like an adult or grown up, but it hasn't. I still feel like the same free spirited, loud mouthed, midget Mexican. But, now...all of a sudden I feel like I have been thrust into adulthood....all because I'm listed as an emergency contact person. Now, other people rely on me. Wow! It is such a weird feeling to know that in a time of crisis, I could be called upon to perform.

And, my first "performance" occurred yesterday. I got a call from Bean's after school daycare yesterday. (Bean is Running Babe's son.) Bean had had an accident and needed a change of clothes. They couldn't get a hold of his parents, so they called me. I rose to the challenge and took clean, dry clothes to the kid. He was very appreciative and so were his parents. They both called me later and thanked me for helping out their son. I had no problem doing it.

But, after that I felt weird. I know I'm an adult. After all, I'm.......30 something years old. But, I've never really felt like an adult before. Even when I work or meet with Jude's teachers, I still feel like me. But, yesterday I FELT like a grown up. And, quite frankly, I didn't like it. I feel old knowing that I'm listed as an emergency contact person. In my mind, when someone says "Emergency Contact Person" I think of the old white haired lady who lived across the street from my childhood home. I think of someone having nothing to do except to sit and wait by the phone. I think of someone white haired, whithered, wearing an apron, making casseroles, and listening to Frank Sinatra. I am NOT that person! Instead, I'm a foul mouthed, over-opinionated, pocket sized, Hispandex, who doesn't even know how to make a casserole!

Uggggg...adulthood sucks!

9,447

Today the US stock market closed at 9,447. It lost slightly over 500 points today or about 5%. According to Yahoo! news, it is "estimated Tuesday that Americans' retirement plans have lost as much as $2 trillion in 15 months." It seems that the whole world is feeling the credit crunch right now. I just thank God that I'm young and can recover.

Lord help us all!

Hey Jude!

So, this morning Jude wanted to take some pictures for his daddy. He had just woken up and his hair was crazy. Here are the pictures:





I know, I know, the kid is super silly!

Just another day in Weenie's World!