Oreo Cereal doesn’t flush

Tried to wake up early today, but I ended up not going to bed until 3am because Hubby and I watched The Hangover 2 and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.  I set my alarm for 10:30, but I didn’t wake up until 11:30.  I AM SO BAD!

Hubby and I then took our showers, got dressed, and headed out to do a little shopping (I had to get some body wash, face scrub, and some other stuffs).  We ate lunch at McDonald’s of course!  And because I refused to share my French fries and coke, Hubby had to buy his own.  Last time he ended up drinking all my coke before I could even have a sip.  And I just love French fries, so I refuse to let anyone have mine.  I even steal Hubby’s fries sometimes.  Does that make me a bad wife?  I refuse to share food, but expect my Hubby to share his.

I was tempted to get the cute Puss in Boots happy meal toy, but the adult part of my brain said “no.”

After eating, Hubby got his much needed coffee and I got a rose and jasmine tea.  Only after paying did I see a picture of the organic hot chocolate with a ton of whipped cream.  My first reaction was one of utter depression, but after the crazy sugar hungry monster inside of me calmed down, the all too aware me decided the herbal tea was better and wouldn’t give me any extra jiggles where there shouldn’t be.

Outside we got a taxi and headed to the apartment where I teach my group of 8 year olds.  When I got there, none of the kids were there yet.  When they all finally came, the boy was throwing a temper tantrum.  ><  Knowing this child, I knew class was going to be difficult.  Throughout the class he was constantly throwing tantrums, he stabbed me with a sharp pencil, he tried to hit the other girls, and he was running back and forth to the room his mother was in and the living room where I teach them.  It got even worse when it came time for break and I hadn’t brought them any candy.  The boy and one of the girls totally flipped out, which made me quite angry because they were being really rude and never even say thank you when I do bring them treats.  And on the times I do bring them treats, they just complain and demand for better treats.  Today after I scolded them and tried to make them aware that candy costs money and that they should be polite and grateful, the boy demanded that I buy him ice cream next time.  ><     I think I can honestly say that I will not miss teaching this class, and hope their last 5 sessions go better.

Sigh…. This is just my frustration talking.  Of course I am going to miss them.  And I’ll worry about the boy’s development after I leave.  He has trouble expressing himself, which is why he is still throwing temper tantrums.  I have been teaching him to say, “I’m angry” which usually calms him down and keeps him from flipping out.  Just today it didn’t work so well, so I had to pull out the big guns and demanded to know if he was a big boy or a little boy.  After he told me he was a big boy and said “Teacher is a baby,” he began to laugh and was quite calm for the rest of class.

Now that I have said all that, I bet you are all wondering about my title right?  Well, I had some stale Oreo cereal, and my mother-in-law does not believe in wasting anything (eating black bananas are just gross!).  Being scared of my mother-in-law and not wanting to throw the cereal in the food trash bag (we have to separate all our trash here) because she would see it, hubby said to flush it.  But guess what?  The cereal just swirled around in the toilet bowl and never went done the hole.  I then spent 10 minutes, a plunger in one hand and the shower nozzle in the other, trying to make all those brown rings and mini marshmallows flush.  Two wet pant legs later, I was successful.

Sorry, this is random but Hubby is singing Mindnight Radio from Hedwig.  LOL Oh how I love this movie!

I am such a baby, and apparently I still haven’t gotten over watching Paranormal Activity 3 (did I mention it was a silly movie and not even scary?).  Last night, while I was showering I felt this burst of cold air like someone had opened the bathroom door.  Not expecting it, I jumped about ten feet in the air (okay that is humanly impossible, but you get the idea).  Anyway, I am not sure where the cold draft came from, but it wasn’t from the door.  And I don’t even know why I keep freaking myself out in the bathroom.  There weren’t even any real scary bathroom scenes in the movie unless it is because they did the whole Bloody Mary thing in front of the bathroom mirror.

After my shower, as I was drying off, I nearly bolted right out of the bathroom  wearing only my birthday suit when I thought I saw someone other than myself in the foggy bathroom mirror.  After calmly trying to dry off and dress, I completely lost it as I stepped out of the bathroom and into the dark living room because my traitorous imagination began to picture a zombie or just some freaky dude sitting on the sofa.  Needless to say, like a scared child, I ran from the bathroom to the bedroom.  Hubby like always just laughed.

Speaking of Hubby, he is now wearing a sock on his hand and making rocket ship noises while playing with our dog.   Our dog has a sock fetish.  He really loves the just worn kind.  I guess the smell of feet make him happy.

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39 Days until Halloween

On Tuesday, my hubby came home with Halloween goodies from Dunkin’ Donuts.  Two donuts: One chocolate bat and one cream cheese ghost.  PLUS two mini cakes: one chocolate and one pumpkin.  I woofed down one of the donuts like a starving dog.  I don’t even think I chewed.  By the time it was all in my belly, my brain could finally focus on the taste and it wasn’t good.  The donut was a bit stale.  Had I eaten it slowly or even took the time to chew I would have realized that it was bad before I swallowed it whole.  I should have known Dunkin’ Donuts here are usually always stale.

My hubby also bought me a caramel coco which I had been yearning for.  I drank that in a matter of minutes.  It wasn’t too hot, so I sucked that down quickly as well.

He then insisted that I try all of the goodies he bought.  Now I don’t know why my hubby keeps trying to stuff me full of treats.  Either he wants to make me fat or he just loves me and therefore buys me goodies to make me happy.

Overall the donuts were yucky, but the mini cakes (OMG) the mini cakes were awesome!  Just like American cake, which you can’t get in Korea.  Korean cakes taste bland like eating a sponge with some really gross cream on top.

Wednesday morning my hubby made me model for him – in the buff of course!  He had no idea what pose I should do, so he kept telling me to keep making a new pose, which he never liked.  He was very picky of everything.

Hubby: I want a very natural pose.

Me:  But these are very natural poses for me.

Hubby:  I want very natural like (becoming philosophical) There was a poet (blah blah blah) saw a soldier sleeping (blah blah) peaceful (blah blah) but he was really dead.

Me:  So I should pose like I am “at peace”?

There was more posing followed by “No” and “Not that” and “That’s not good.”

I couldn’t take anymore.

Me: Okay, why don’t I stand up?  You hit me really hard and knock me down. Then take the picture.  That pose will be very natural!

An unconscious Mandoo is a peaceful Mandoo.

Because we were running late, hubby and I took a shower together.  (Oh lala).  It was only washing!  We were going to be late!  After brushing my teeth I opened a new box of contacts and was excited to see that there were nine contacts instead of six in the box.  When I told my hubby how many were in the box, he decided it was time to quiz Mandoo on her math.

Hubby: so how many pairs is that?

Me: (still excited about there being nine in the box) 3!  No, wait (trying to do math while being very excited) 6…. No, I don’t know.  Stop laughing at me!

He then wrote the math problem on the steamy mirror.

I hate math.  I especially hate math in the shower.

After tutoring, my hubby and I went to a craft/paper store because he wanted to buy some paints.  I ended up buying some cute and cheap yarn that is too gaudy for anything but socks.  Neon orange and green.  It reminded me of a pumpkin and it was so soft so I had to buy.  I don’t have enough – maybe – to make a pumpkin hat, so I think I will make a thin scarf instead.  I also bought some cheap red yarn, a wooden cutout tree that I will turn into a Halloween tree, lavender smelling potpourri (it looked spooky), and some paper yarn.  My hubby bought some wire and paints.

It was evening, and in the taxi, on our way home, I realized my hubby was still wearing his sunglasses.

Me:  Why are you wearing sunglasses?

Hubby:  Because it is comfortable.

Me:  But it isn’t even bright outside.  What, is your future so bright, you gotta wear shades?  (And of course I had to sing the song after that).

Also in the taxi – it is about a 30 to 40 minute taxi ride – my hubby opened the wire and began to make something.

Me:  What is that? A duck?

Hubby:  Guess?

Me:  A head?

Hubby: Yes. (Long pause) I don’t want to do this anymore.  (Put the wire back in the bag)

Traffic was pretty bad, so we stopped at the big Wal-Mart like store near our house called Home Plus.  I got a chocolate milkshake and hubby got a coffee at one of the many restaurants inside the store.  I took a seat and hubby waited on our order.

He came to the table carrying a tray with my milkshake and his coffee.  He then for no reason at all literally flung the tray’s contents at me.  The coffee spilled a little bit on the table and on my journal which I had been writing in.

He claims it was an accident and that he was only trying to put the tray on the table.

Me, I think it was the result of some deep-seated anger toward me or toward the Lotteria restaurant.  I don’t know.  Or probably it was because he is just as clumsy as me.

It was so cool and fall like that we decided to walk home from Home Plus.  On our way home, I remembered that I need Coke (the soda, not the drug!  Yeah I know, that would explain so much).  So hubby said we would buy some at the mart next to our apartment, but first we took our bags upstairs, got our little puppy dog and took him to the mart with us.  Along the way, Kodi had to pee on everything and his little tummy was wet with pee so I couldn’t pick him up to take him inside the mart.  Hubby went in while Kodi and I wandered around outside.

Kodi got excited and decided to pull me up the alley (well as much as a Pomeranian can pull) and much to my horror he began to push out some number twos.  Now as you can guess, in the city we have to clean up after our dogs, but I was not expecting him to go poopy so I had no bag or scoop with me.  Being completely horrified and afraid some Korean man would see me and yell at me in Korean which I cannot understand well and cannot speak, I looked all around.  Seeing no one, Kodi and I ran back to the store to wait for Hubby, who by this time was wandering the streets, cell phone at his ear searching madly for me.  I told him what had happened and took him back to the scene of the smelly crime.  We looked at the little turd.

Hubby:  That’s very small.

Me:  Yes.

Hubby:  Let’s go.

At times Kodi decides he doesn’t want to walk anymore and this was one of those times, so I had to pick him up.  But since he was wet with pee and probably had a nasty poopy butt I held him in one hand and carried him out and away from my body.

There was a nice cool breeze, which Kodi must have interpreted as water because he began to leisurely swim as I was holding him.  It was so funny and I wish I had video tapped it.  But who thinks to bring a video camera when walking to the store?

At home, hubby gave the poopy butt a bath and I finished sewing my pumpkin (while watching Charmed).

Now for what you really want to see, right?  The pictures!

Witch boots in color!

I don’t really like the yellow and purple socks I made. Hubby chose the colors.  Me, I wanted red and green or red and black, but I was out of red.

 

 

 

My Jack O’ Lantern.  I absolutely love the  face.

Potpourri.

 

 

I told you it’s SPOOKY.

Up next:

crochet witch Halloween wreath

Halloween tree

treat monsters (for my little students)

skeleton doll

possibly a cat doll

crochet Halloween throw

and Halloween cross stitch

And

possibly more

or less…

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