Japan, Thus Far
I've been keeping up on Facebook pretty well, so I haven't really felt the need to come to MN is Heaven to blog all that much.
I made some changes to the background, I hope you like them. Someday, I will pay some sort of professional to make me the perfect, modern background. Until then, I have to import photos and use the stock backgrounds Blogger provides. Sorry.
It is Friday here, Friday evening, actually. 6:15 p.m. Everyone has eaten. Pancakes. I spent almost $400 at the commissary last weekend and still have trouble finding something to eat, but dammit, I have four bottles of Method countertop spray and enough cleaning supplies to last me the entire tour. I had coupons. I blame the coupons for buying all that stuff. Who can resist $5.00/off coupons on super nice razors that are $6.99? On SALE for $6.99? Regularly $9.99? I can't, that's who. I got about $100.00 worth of razors for about $10.
Seriously, if the zombies come, call me for razors. I have enough to pass around. AND they are the fancy kind, with the moisturizing bar attached so you don't have to use shave gel.
You five have been keeping up with me on Facebook, so there's not a lot to tell here. We had meet and greet at the school today. I think they call it "sneak peek"...the second grade teacher got a nice sneak peek into my nasty second grader (name withheld for privacy reasons)...when she decided to smack her little brother during our visit. Sarah, I'm leaving comments open so that you can tell me you've witnessed one of your students slapping one of their siblings at your first meeting.
Please. I'm begging you. Just lie if you need to. I cannot believe how horrible they are.
The thing is, I guarantee I will get maybe TWO notes home from the teacher all year because Annika (oops, I gave her away) is a perfect little student. She's just a nasty little daughter.
Hans' picture is going to be on the wall. At the post office. Ack! Like a criminal, except that hundreds of people will walk by and see it every day. I'm glad he's wearing a cover in his picture, because in real life, he'll probably be damn near unrecognizable. I'll make him wear his sunglasses all the time so people don't recognize him. NOT as the CO of the ship, but as the father of those three nasty children and the husband of that woman who drinks too much wine.
Sigh.
Hanging in there...but it would have been nice to get notice that my first shipment was coming. The one with our bedding and towels and my Keurig in it...and the little TV and DVD player. And all of my extra clothes, because those five outfits I brought are starting to wear a little thin after three plus weeks. There's only so much mixing and matching I can do. I'm not Tim Gunn. And no, I can't go out and just buy Japanese clothing. In Japan, I am a giantess. I refuse to wear XXL sized clothing just because I'm a tall woman by Japanese standards. By Japanese standards, I have big boobs and broad shoulders too. Nothing would fit.
I did order stuff from Newport that was due to deliver here...on or around the 3rd of August I ordered. Still not here. That bodes well.
I am a little more upbeat on Facebook, that's true. That's because everyone can read it and I want everyone to know that we are doing fine. We are, truly. I just want my damn Keurig and a couple of different shirts.
And kids that can behave for a half hour.
Sayonara!
I made some changes to the background, I hope you like them. Someday, I will pay some sort of professional to make me the perfect, modern background. Until then, I have to import photos and use the stock backgrounds Blogger provides. Sorry.
It is Friday here, Friday evening, actually. 6:15 p.m. Everyone has eaten. Pancakes. I spent almost $400 at the commissary last weekend and still have trouble finding something to eat, but dammit, I have four bottles of Method countertop spray and enough cleaning supplies to last me the entire tour. I had coupons. I blame the coupons for buying all that stuff. Who can resist $5.00/off coupons on super nice razors that are $6.99? On SALE for $6.99? Regularly $9.99? I can't, that's who. I got about $100.00 worth of razors for about $10.
Seriously, if the zombies come, call me for razors. I have enough to pass around. AND they are the fancy kind, with the moisturizing bar attached so you don't have to use shave gel.
You five have been keeping up with me on Facebook, so there's not a lot to tell here. We had meet and greet at the school today. I think they call it "sneak peek"...the second grade teacher got a nice sneak peek into my nasty second grader (name withheld for privacy reasons)...when she decided to smack her little brother during our visit. Sarah, I'm leaving comments open so that you can tell me you've witnessed one of your students slapping one of their siblings at your first meeting.
Please. I'm begging you. Just lie if you need to. I cannot believe how horrible they are.
The thing is, I guarantee I will get maybe TWO notes home from the teacher all year because Annika (oops, I gave her away) is a perfect little student. She's just a nasty little daughter.
Hans' picture is going to be on the wall. At the post office. Ack! Like a criminal, except that hundreds of people will walk by and see it every day. I'm glad he's wearing a cover in his picture, because in real life, he'll probably be damn near unrecognizable. I'll make him wear his sunglasses all the time so people don't recognize him. NOT as the CO of the ship, but as the father of those three nasty children and the husband of that woman who drinks too much wine.
Sigh.
Hanging in there...but it would have been nice to get notice that my first shipment was coming. The one with our bedding and towels and my Keurig in it...and the little TV and DVD player. And all of my extra clothes, because those five outfits I brought are starting to wear a little thin after three plus weeks. There's only so much mixing and matching I can do. I'm not Tim Gunn. And no, I can't go out and just buy Japanese clothing. In Japan, I am a giantess. I refuse to wear XXL sized clothing just because I'm a tall woman by Japanese standards. By Japanese standards, I have big boobs and broad shoulders too. Nothing would fit.
I did order stuff from Newport that was due to deliver here...on or around the 3rd of August I ordered. Still not here. That bodes well.
I am a little more upbeat on Facebook, that's true. That's because everyone can read it and I want everyone to know that we are doing fine. We are, truly. I just want my damn Keurig and a couple of different shirts.
And kids that can behave for a half hour.
Sayonara!
Comments
I don't know what to say about the kids, Rachel. I would give you a great big break if I could. Heaven knows, you deserve it.
I'm praying your things come soon.
As long as they don't walk in with a can of pop and a big bag hot cheetos and plop down on my bean bags like they own the place, I don't judge until we've had a few days to get comfortable with each other. But if hot cheetos are involved, I will instantly condemn.
Of course, I don't like Cheetos because they're messy.
I'm imagining the gastrointestinal distress brought on by pop combined with hot Cheetos. I can almost smell the burps.