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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I AM SO OH SO BORED!

Today I have been so out of my mind, want to run around the apartment naked (cause at least that would be something new) bored.  I have done nothing but lay in bed being bored to walking to the living room and lying on the sofa being bored.  I feel so sluggish and fat.  I hate this oh so special time every single month.  I don’t know if this bored feeling is related to my menstrual cycle or if it is because I feel like I literally have nothing to do.  Okay maybe not literally (I do love to exaggerate).  I am sure if I really felt like it I could easily find something to do like exercise.  But what it all boils down to is that I am bored and don’t want to do anything.

Does anyone else have days like this when you are bored like crazy but can’t get your lazy bum up to do anything?

I really really hate days like this!

And I hate hate living in the city.  There is nothing to do here!  If we want to go anywhere we have to flag down a taxi and travel awhile.  Maybe it is because I am a small town kind of girl, but I just feel so confined here.   I like open spaces and blue skies.  I like being able to walk around town shopping in quaint little shops versus overpriced designer stores.  When I go outside I want to see trees.  I don’t want to have to take a taxi to a park just to be able to see nature.

While I am writing about things I hate, I would like to add how much I hate staying up late and sleeping until 12 everyday.  For once I would like to get up at six and actually start doing yoga again.  And it would be nice to eat breakfast.  I haven’t eaten breakfast in a year.   I have forgotten what biscuits taste like.  T_T

So why am I feeling so bored today?  Probably because of my menstrual cycle, but it could also be because all the things that had been taking up my time are now over.  For the last month I had been busy looking for houses, putting in an offer, decorating it on the Sims, staying in contact with the realtor, and finally cancelling the contract.  Now that I have put my husband in charge of looking, and wanting to wait until we get to Indiana to look at houses, I just have no purpose.

With all this free time I should be finishing up my blanket and a decorative pillow for our bed.  I also need to finish Hubby’s sweater and my sweater.  I also have to figure out how I am going to get everything to fit in one suitcase because my other one if already full.  I wonder if I can sneak some stuff in Hubby’s luggage. o.oa  Maybe that is mean, but I am a girl and we all know a girl needs everything because everything IS important. I really should go back through my millions of clothes and leave more behind.  Oh it breaks my heart.  I don’t want to be without a single piece.

I have to prepare for my classes tomorrow some time before bed.  Hubby and I have to travel (by taxi) for about 30 minutes to get to another apartment where I teach English to a group of four eight-year-olds.  The class lasts an hour and thirty minutes then Hubby and I travel back home where I have a third grader come to the apartment for an hour and thirty minutes.  It wouldn’t be so bad if we didn’t have to travel those 30 minutes there and back.  Don’t get me wrong, I usually love long car rides in my home state, but who can like long car rides in a big city where there is nothing to see but many of a fashion faux pas and the car next to you trying to come into your lane and nearly crashing into your taxi.  And I just love it when the taxi driver runs the red light and nearly hits a pedestrian.  >< By the time I get out of the taxi, my shoulders are hunched up to my ears and my tummy is twisted in knots.  Stress gives me the worst posture ever.

At least I can look forward to McDonald’s tomorrow.  And I wonder why I feel fat?  I promise I will eat healthy in America.  Really I promise!  It’s just my kind of food is really hard to find here.  I can’t eat spicy so that means I can’t really eat anything, which is why I can’t wait to go home.

I did eat a little healthier for dinner.  My mother-in-law cooked duk gook which I find to be pretty yummy.  I should really learn to cook some Korean food for Hubby, because I know he will probably miss it in America.

This post has been nothing but pointless rambles, I know.  But I am writing, and that is doing something.  I would rather write something pointless, than still be lying stretched out on a piece of furniture wallowing in a bored funk.

Maybe I will run around naked… well just in the bathroom while I shower.  Don’t worry though; I won’t forget to lock the door.

 

 

 

 

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