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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When you live with family ALWAYS LOCK THE BATHROOM DOOR!

I never was one to believe in a locked door, but I guess I am going to have to start locking the bathroom door.

There I was zoned out, like I usually am while I shower, my mind focused on everything needing to be done, while occasionally thinking about ghosts.

(Hubby made me watch paranormal activity 3 the other day -a silly movie- but once those images are in my head, my mind goes into super “let’s make Mandoo scared of showering now cause there may be a ghost standing in there when she opens her eyes!” This over-active imagination of mine was so bad on Monday that I ended up getting soap in my eyes, but was too afraid to wash it out because I would then have to close my eyes; therefore, giving a ghost ample opportunity to sneak up on me. )

Enough of that, let’s get back to today…

So there I was showering, thinking about normal stuff with the occasional ghost popping up every now and then, when all of a sudden I hear my mother-in-law asking (in KOREAN) where my hubby was.  It took me a minute to realize she had opened the door and was staring at me in my full nakedness (did I mention we have no shower curtain?).  All I can say is I am glad it was foggy and I wasn’t wearing my glasses, so we couldn’t make eye contact.  So embarrassing. I guess it is my fault, I should have learned my lesson the first million times she has walked in on me while I was going pee pee.

Needless to say, lesson learned.  And Hubby is now buying me the sweater I wanted.  I think I deserve that sweater.

My mother-in-law also stole my heart stickers!  And she yelled at me for not wearing slippers! WHAAAAAAA~~~

I also embarrassed myself earlier in the day.  While nuking some leftover pizza in the microwave I started singing about pizza to the tune “We’re in the money.”

My song went a little like this:

I’m makin the pizza.

The yummy pizza.

Followed by

I’m eatin’ the pizza.

I’m eatin’ the pizza.

When I went into the bedroom, Hubby was laughing.  I didn’t realize I was singing so loud.  T-T

Today just hasn’t been a great day.

So let’s make a list:

1. I had a dream where I was on a plane and my seatbelt caught on fire.  I took it off in my attempt to put the flames out and the flight attendant yelled at me for taking my seatbelt off.  ><

I also had a dream there was a team of designers decorating our house, and I tried to tell them that Hubby and I wanted to decorate instead.  They looked so sad that I let them decorate anyway even though they made my craft room way too dark.  ><

2. Hubby heard me singing a silly song to my pizza.

3. I was so hyper and loud today, I gave myself a migraine.

4.  I realized a 1.5 liter of Sprite has more calories than a 1.5 liter of Coca Cola.

5. My Dominos salad wasn’t yummy.  (Nothing beats Outback Steakhouse salad.)

6. His mother saw me naked, stole my stickers, and yelled about my bare feet.

7.  And I seem to be REALLY hungry lately.  I really need to get up early and start doing yoga again.  I just wish someone would wake me up.  I am so lazy.

 

At least we only have 26 more days until we get on the plane for America.  Yes, I am counting down the days.

I don’t know if I mentioned in my last post, but Hubby and I put an offer on a house and it was accepted.  We both really like the house (but it is really dated).  We are having it inspected tomorrow.  My mom and grandfather are going too.  Hopefully the inspector won’t have bad news.  The house is like a 100 years old so….

To help us, we built the house in the Sims and have been decorating it.  We each made a copy of the house and decorated each how we wanted it.  Hubby doesn’t like my designs, and I don’t like hubby’s.  >< We did agree to the wall color in the master bedroom and the kitchen, but that’s it.

I think I am going to decorate another copy of the house, so we have three designs to go off of.  Hubby has become interested in Feng Shui, so that is giving us more problems.

As soon as we get all of our designs finished, I will post the pictures here.

Also, when we actually move into the house, I am going to start posting about our home makeover process with before and after pictures one room at a time.  Exciting isn’t it?  I know, I can’t wait!

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