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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41 Days until Halloween

Working on my Jack O’ Lantern.  Will probably finish tomorrow and post.

Until then, I leave you with four words….

rotten cheese smelly farts.

 

P.S.  I think it is my mother-in-law

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Confused

I was so sure summer was over.  I was wrong.  After only two or three days of cool weather, the heat has come back full force and now at the end of August it is hotter than it was in June and July.  Does that mean September is going to be the new July in Korea?  I hope not, I hope September brings cool weather.  I do not want to wait for the fall equinox to begin before I can start feeling the seasonal coolness I love so much.  I think I have been a good girl, so don’t I deserve an early fall?

But really, my body cannot take anymore of this heat.  I have rashes all up and down my arms and legs.  The heat keeps it going.  Sweat and water and heat.  My eczema was beginning to clear up because of those few cool days, but now they are spreading like a zombie virus.  I feel like I want to peel my skin off I am so hot.

This is how I sleep at night: no blanket, lying on a cool mat (yeah it is cool in the beginning but the longer you lay on it, the warmer it becomes, so totally not effective!), with two fans blowing on me. Even with that, I am still hot.  Oh how I long for America and air conditioning.  Our ac here is a tall fridge like machine that sits in the living room and it is broken.

My husband ordered me some California Baby products to help with my eczema.  We ordered the Calendula shampoo and body wash as well as some Calendula lotion.  Calendula i.e. pot marigold is supposed to be the best herb for skin irritations like cradle cap, rash, eczema, and acne.  Since I am a strong believer in herbal remedies and since I have seen way too many doctors here and they could not help my eczema, I am so praying that the calendula works.

I have been a little bit depressed recently, not because of the heat.  I don’t know I have a paradox.  I want to make more money, because we need to have lots of money saved up for our move back to the states and let’s face it that just isn’t happening.  I want to, I need to make more money, but I just don’t want to work.  I am already feeling stressed about my tutoring job,  My group of 7 year olds are not being on their best behavior as of late.  And even my other young students are working me into a tizzy.  I just want to have a job where I can work from home, do something I love like sewing and crochet.  But I guess I need to advertise about that a little bit more, maybe even try to sell some things on etsy.  I still dream about being a published author one day, but how can that happen when I never write.  I start stories and they never get finished.  What kind of writer does this?  Not a very good one I guess.

I feel like writing again.  Perhaps September should be writing month.  I should write at least 10 pages a day everyday this month.  And if I have some time left over than I can work on some crafts.  Why is it, every time I see that someone my age is published or getting published, it puts me into writing mode.  Maybe it is because I am competitive.  Really didn’t think I was, but that makes sense.  I get easily jealous and want to be great at what other people are beginning to be great at.

Now I have it in my head that I want to start a humorous blog/comic.  I have been reading a lot of them lately and have decided that “Hey I want to do that too!”

“I want to get popular and become a professional blogger!”

As it stands now, I want to

A)    Be a professional crafter; sewing, crocheting, and knitting

B)    Be a published author

C)    Be a mommy

D)    Become a famous blogger

E)     Become a mommy   ß I really want this

F)     Make Money

G)    Not have a job, but still make money!

H)    Not get stressed while making money

Now if only I can accomplish all these things.

Anyway, this blog will be packed full of crafts, writing projects (maybe), humor with pictures (if I can ever learn how to draw) Honey Bunny said he would teach me how to use Photoshop.  But I really can’t draw so I don’t know how using Photoshop will make me more artistically inclined.  As it stands now, all I can draw are stick figures.  Using Photoshop I am sure I will only be able to draw stick figures albeit a bit squiggly because I can’t for the life of me draw a straight line using the computer mouse.

Now I have talked to my Honey Bunny, (or Honey Rooster – I don’t know he likes roosters) about my crazy humor blog idea and he has promised that if I can write something really funny he will draw for me.  The only problem is now that I have decided to add humor posts to my blog, I can’t think of anything funny to write.

There are just so many creative and hilarious bloggers out there.  Take for instance Allie of Hyperbole and a Half.  Now she is hilarious and I love reading her blog.  But, there is no way I can ever be as great as these bloggers.  I guess if the comic fails, I can fall back on the craft part of my blog.

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