Nightly Rituals

Heyla!

If intentions were carried out, I'd have written this at least a week ago. My bad. V.V Oh well. Anyway!

I figured I would celebrate our 1 month moving by writing a blog! And incidentally I'm writing about our nightly rituals on a night when I'm breaking them. :3 I do so appreciate irony.

Also, hubby beat me to blogging. :( Not that its a competition or anything... >.> .....<.< ....>.<

So, our nights have begun to share a pattern. First, we usually have some sort of dessert (sometimes it comes after the shower), shower together (preferably after doing something vigorous), and put on deodorant while brushing teeth and hair, etc. 

Then *grin* we climb in bed, one of us either opens our arms or asks/states "Cuddle!" and we curl up together for a while. Eventually one of us relaxes our grip or opens our arms/legs a bit, and we separate (because it is HARD to sleep cuddled up to someone else your size). 

We move to our own sides of the bed, usually. Actually, we've already switched sides twice. Heh. We like to mix it up? Then sometimes we'll talk for a bit (i.e. I won't be able to sleep so I'll bug him for a bit) before one of us says "Oyasumi" (Good night in Japanese). 

Then, in general..... =_=;; Well, in general he falls asleep and starts snoring. When I get too annoyed I kick his foot and he stops for a while. Then I desperately try to get to sleep before he starts snoring again. ....It rarely works. Lately though, he's started twitching his foot. Just thinking about that damn foot that twitches every couple of minutes makes me angry!!! I got so mad last night that I seriously considered switching rooms (we have a guest room because we weren't sure we'd be able to sleep together). I think I kicked him twice last night, trying desperately not to hold it against him, but even thinking about it now makes the anger burn deep in my chest and thoughts of cutting off those damn feet run through my head...... Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.....

As you can see, I at least have found something that deeply irritates me. I'm sure I irritate him too..... ^.^; It's not something to maim him over, just something I will fantasize about maiming him over. Does it have to be his foot? Does it have to be every couple of minutes, right when I stop listening for it??? WHHHHYYYYYYY?!?!?!

Lately he and my kitty of love have been getting along. He feeds her, and she sleeps holding onto him. He's even started admitting she's cute! He still swipes at her when she tries to climb on the bed with us though.... It always wakes me up... :( But it's still a lot better than it used to be! 

When I emerged from my lair earlier tonight and straddled him for a hug, I noticed blood on his ear. I immediately thought it was my cat that did it to him, but he said he did it to himself. That was a bit of a relief. Then! It was so cute!! I started to massage his shoulder a little bit, just to see how tense he was, and we both heard this loud CRACK! I looked down at him, shocked because I wasn't even sure I'd caused it, and he looked up at me. He looked up at me with his big, doe-brown eyes and said in a plaintive voice "You broke me." SO CUTE!!!! AUGH!!! WHY MUST HE BE SO CUTE!?!?!?!? ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

It wasn't fair....:( He was uber adorable and looked like a kid that had his favorite toy taken away, and I wasn't even sure if it was my fault!! 

Anyway, that's where I'll leave my update. I'm uber tired and wanna go to bed, but my stomachache hasn't gone away. I think it's because I had so much popcorn and soda today. :( I hate when I do that. Whelp, lots of love! 

Quickie (heehee)

Updates:

I got engaged!

….I got married!

I have graduated from College (Bachelor of Arts)!!

I’m moved out of my apartment!

I rented a storage facility for the first time! (And I like it. :P)

I’ve moved to Texas with my husband!

I never knew how much ticks freak me out until today, when everyone had one, it seemed. Now that I’ve had one climb up my leg, I’m a little better. I shooed it off and gave it to someone else to kill. ….I couldn’t do it once it wasn’t an imminent threat.  

Actually a lot of this is outdated, as I wrote it months ago and never posted it. Camp was terrible in coworkers, lovely in students, and a relief in the language. That’s all I really have to say about it.

I’m Texas now with my dear husband, and he’s posted about our harrowing journey to arrive safely. I won’t add anything, though I smirked and laughed at a lot of his understatements and glossing over.

Quick Tip: If you don’t have a GPS, don’t come to Texas, Chicago, or California, apparently. I can’t make head nor tales of most of these roads. But I love the architecture of them.

We’ve settled in nicely, and I’m fishing for jobs. I’ve had a few people offer for me, but I’m honestly waiting to hear back from other places I’m more interested in working at. I’ve been here a week, and talked to seven different possible employers. Two focused on my Japanese skills. *shrug* I think it’s a little impressive. I’ll be more impressed when I finally land a job.

Dinner is always a treat with us. I think it’s amazing and wonderful that hubby helps me cook. I think it’s hilarious that while I taste the subtleties of vegetables, he tastes such blandness that he adds Creole to give whatever it is flavor. And I think it warms my heart that we eat possibly all of our meals together that we can.

Grocery-shopping… is harrowing. I’m gonna start combing their coupon offers to try and whittle down the prices. Because honestly, it’s a little too high for my comfort, regardless of the buffer hubby wrote for our expected expenses.

I like it here. I like the dry heat, the amazing roads, the low cost of meat and milk (haha), the extra room that I’ve taken over since I started reading (just finished) books on my computer that Alekins so nicely lent me, and even the fights hubby and my cat have. They’re hilarious, btw. My cat loves to fuck with him, and he loves to contemplate hurting her. Especially when she’s being loving, because he doesn’t understand kitty love.

Now that I’ve written more than a single page (double spaced, but damn I’m tired), I’m going to bed. I read a 1414 page novel in a day and half, without giving up food or sleep. I feel damn accomplished. 

My Rant/Confused Fuck it story

So I had signed up from the start to do a cooking club at the beginning of the camp time here. I looked forward to it, cause I loved to cook, and wanted to inspire some kids to feel the same way I do.
My first round with it was a rush of trying to get everything done in time, and not have too much food wasted. It was alright, but not something I really wanted to repeat.
Then came a whole new batch of kids, who didn't get the chance to do the bento club.... And the guilt that they should get a chance too. So when I was switched back to club from teaching lessons (because we lost a staff member), I figured I should do that club again. Hopefully with less time constraints. ......Haaaaaaaa....
So I talked with the head cook and asked if he still had my previous recipe. He didn't. So I needed to rewrite it, in my limited time, when everyone was keeping me from getting the work I needed to do done (I'm pretty sure that's grammatically correct).
So I got it in a little late, by a day according to the head cook I had always worked with's standards. I was worried about it, and asked if it was okay when I turned in my list the day before. The future head cook (but apparently not current head cook) said it was fine, that he would have it all ready for me in time for my class today.
.....Today arrives.
No one other than the future head cook got the memo. So none of the things I'd requested were prepared. And he wasn't working until later that day. So I had a mad scramble to cut the veggies, measure out the water and ingredients, get the kids cleaned and prepared for making bread (I pretty much abandoned my partner teacher, and felt awful about it), and figure out what I was able to do with the options I was given.
I cut the veggies myself, once I was told where the knife and board were, and that wasn't a problem. Except time-consuming. *shrug* No biggie.
I put the bread in the oven, and took it out of the oven (unfortunately I burned it) myself. THAT was scary. Anyone who knows me knows that I can't handle heat. I didn't mind that.
I was told "We can't do this for you." as though I were sitting around doing nothing. I minded that. I minded it a lot. I'm not a lazy princess sitting around ordering them to do things for me. I'm totally willing to follow their rules and do the work myself, since I signed up for the club.
So of course it bothered me up until I finally said "I'm not asking you to do things for me. Just give me the ingredients and I can do it myself."
Said person (who had been telling me no, and there wasn't time, and they couldn't do it the. whole. time.) followed me around, watched me struggle with the bread I had burned and didn't say anything. So finally I turned to him and said "What is it?"
And he said "I'll give you the ingredients. But you're not to set foot in this kitchen again. You're not going to disrespect this kitchen. You're banned from this kitchen." ....I didn't do any disrespecting. I asked for guidance and materials to do my job. I was disrespected and therefore responded with the annoyance I felt at being treated as an incompetent ninny. So my response was to sigh, and say "Can you ban me after I cut up the veggies for my club for the next two days?" At which he nodded, and then went around informing his coworkers that I was banned for having disrespected the kitchen.
I have two days left of working with the kitchen. I have maybe four days left with these people. Honestly, I don't really care. What I care about is them depriving the kids of this opportunity because of a jerkwad.
But since I had the ingredients prepared for the WEEK not just a day, I should be fine.
Yay dinner. Bye bye!

Start of a New Adventure!

Heyla Everyone!

I’m in Minnesota! Holy cow! I kind of have the feeling of ‘how did I get here…?’ except that I vividly remember the plane rides, the book I read during them, and the gross breakfast I subjected myself to in the airport. (Burger King: Fruit & Maple Oatmeal, apple juice, and water)

Now I’m sitting around at the airport, waiting for 2 p.m. to roll around (I have three more hours) so I can leave and see the new place I’ve assigned myself to for the next month and a half. I suspect that the other young adults in my vicinity are here for camp as well, but I would be deathly embarrassed if I were wrong, so I’m not going to ask! ….Until I get too bored. I see one of the other girls looking at the site, so I rather think she’s also one, but still….I can’t just up and say “I was glancing in your business, and noticed we’re here for the same business! How do you do?”

Speaking of speaking: They talk so different! I’m really excited. I want to hear them talk a lot more, so I can listen more and make mental notes on exactly what’s different. :3 It’s so cool! I feel like I’m back in Canada, when there was just a slight flavor difference, but this is still the U.S. so it’s even more interesting.

I have already spent 15 dollars on food (airport=sucks your money away) and it’s not even noon yet here.

Waaaaah…. The girl that was sitting behind me walked off without her bag, and I got asked if it was mine. >.< I tried to explain that she had literally just walked away, so the lady waited for a minute, but she ended up calling it in. Then the girl came back, so I felt even more awkward. Admittedly it could have been a bomb, so I understand the edginess and the caution, but it’s still very awkward. Especially since I have four bags and would love to be free of them for a little while. I’m actually quite worried that I’m gonna have to tote all of them around, like across the entire camp site or something. It’s a huge strain on my abdomen and my back.

So, I woke up around 3:30 or 4 a.m. today, woke up my husband (yeah, I really need to post on that, don’t I?) and we got ready and went to the airport. It was one of the least romantic drop-offs you can imagine, minus a small kiss and a hug. I was a little disappointed because I always admired the touching departures I’ve seen in movies, and even in real life. But it was super early, and we were both tired from all the moving and driving and lack of sleep we’ve had lately.

So being online costs money here…. So I’m writing this in a document, and then will post it when I have free Wi-fi.

An interesting note: Two girls (that I suspect are comrades) have taken up posts at one end of the seats. Three guys were on the opposite side (that I also suspect) and they have now gone off to explore. Interestingly, a new guy, by himself, that I suspect, has taken the exact same spot the guys had. Where did I choose to sit? Completely by accident, I’m in the direct middle. Does this threaten my status as a girl? Solidarity and all that. :x Hopefully no one will blame me for my caution. The urge to talk to ppl has substantially increased!

I gave in to the urge to talk to someone, and I was right! :3 On all counts! We all chatted with each other, then silently grouped ourselves off into our villages as we found each other. It turned into a big higgly mess of people, and then my group got lost when our ‘leader’ didn’t come up with us/didn’t wait for us. :/ But we got things sorted out.

Then we had a five hour trip, with thirty minutes at a McDonalds for dinner, and we all tried to sleep. Except for some Portuguese councelors that didn’t understand that some people can’t handle loud noises while sleeping (i.e. me). So I woke up annoyed, and stayed annoyed until a random guy helped me carry my bags to the dorm, and chatted with us the whole way. He’s a Japanese teacher here, and I want his knowledge!! X:

I met up with Alekins! We hugged and chatted, and talked, and separated so he could call Caitikins, and basically hung out. I felt a little bad that I didn’t get to incorporate my new friends with the conversation with Alekins very much, though we both tried to include others. *tilts head* Just one of them things, I guess.

I had some cup ramen, and some cookies, and then got told to go to bed by a blue-eyed guy whose name I still don’t know. It threw me off balance. Now I kind of wish I had just answered “Yes sir!” and gone…. Cause I don’t think he would have known how to answer that. But instead I floundered through arguments about how I don’t need sleep and just now asked about him. Apparently he’s an “equal opportunity mean….something.” That tells me how to respond. Flippantly. =.=;;; Duly noted…

Eventually I was really itchy, and so I suggested to my new friends that we make our way back to the cabin we’re staying at. Then we came back, unpacked, talked with our senpais, and took a shower.

I tried to talk to my husband, but he didn’t answer, so I think he must be watching a movie. I bet its battleship. So now I’m going to bed. G’night!

I'm kinda sorta back!

Welcome back, everyone!
....So I say, but I'm the one that's come back. Sort of. So, news!
-I'm engaged, and getting married in about a week! (more on that in a different post)
-I have one final exam left, and one final paper. Then I graduate!
-I got a job teaching Japanese over the summer! *squeeeee*
-My sister has finally been kicked out of my Mother's house.
-She and my other sister are now butting heads. It's ridiculous.
-My brother has retracted his approval of my marriage. Because my fiance is Catholic. It pleases me a little bit to have some disapproval of bf from my family, considering how much his family has disapproved of me, apparently.
     Actually, let me expound upon that statement a little bit. In two ways. First, the bf's family side: His father thinks I will be an unfaithful, two-timing, quick to abandon wanton so he doesn't want us to marry. OR else he just doesn't want us to live together before marriage, but if that's what he wanted, I really don't see why he had to malign my character like that. And he has yet to apologize, at least to me, and I'm not the quick-to-forgive sort. Hence, our hasty engagement, and why when we get married, neither of our families are going to be present.
Second, my brother's side. My brother, for as long as I have known him (there's a history to the way I phrased that, but I'm not explaining it), has been convinced our family is made up of witches and warlocks. He is without a doubt convinced I am a witch (The way black cats seem to bond to me does not help my case). He is also convinced he is a warlock, and that he caused my terrible accident years ago with a misfired spell. Since that makes him act nicer to me than anyone else in our family, I haven't disabused him of the notion. Now why does he disapprove of Catholics? Because they were the main instigators of the Witch Hunts! While I find this argument utterly ridiculous, and he admits if bf weren't catholic, he would have nothing against him, I can't convince him to change his mind. I'm not all that inclined to, actually. It gives me something to enjoy in this stressful (and sometimes joyful) time of change. Yes, yes, I'm a terrible person. Back to my list of events!
-bf keeps raising his arms and singing out "Marriage!"
-My roommate has sold almost all of her furniture, so I now do my studying/playing/working on a comfy little pallet on the floor. It's silly to move in furniture of mine when I'm moving out shortly myself.
-I get free Bread stuff! I have this awesome friend who gives me bread and stuff for free because they'll just throw it out if he doesn't take it home. ....I can't eat the amount he gives me though, so I usually end up giving it to my sister, who is jobless and can't afford food most of the time.
-I have sprained my ankle, and am in the midst of doing PT for it. Story short: I fell in a hole.
-Because of said ankle, I don't like standing for very long. Hence, I do not cook.
-Since I do not cook, I have not been eating healthy. Woe is me (and my waistline).

Yeah, I think that's good enough. I should get to bed if I plan to help mom take her car in to the shop tomorrow/today. Good night duckies!

Aw, poor chick:

Just so you know....

I noticed this on a comic I read, and found myself reading it: http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/politicsnorthwest/2017323520_starbucks_supports_gay_marriag.html

I think my politically aware friends will be happy to know. And to connect that link, and my blog title, a song for your enjoyment:


That's all, folks.

Bullet Updates for an easy read

Life is tough right now. There's a lot of things going on. I'll start with the exciting stuff, and move down to the dreaded stuff.

-My birthday is on Friday (yay, 22!)
-My birthday party is on Saturday. My sisters are driving up, and there's at least eight friends that are supposed to be coming~ I want my friends to bring food, instead of gifts, but that didn't work when I was in Japan, so I'm curious to see how it'll work this time.
-Bf and I are going to live together in Texas! Yay new experiences?
-I may have a job as a Japanese Counselor this summer, but I haven't gotten an answer yet. My recommendation for one person also hasn't been posted. I wonder if I could do a third person.... It'd make it a little easier...
-My cat seems to have gotten nicer. I don't know if she's faking it though, but she's been rather loving.
-Assuming I pass my classes, I will be graduating on May 12th.
-It's Spring! It's been raining every couple of days, so I'm super happy.
-I'm volunteering at the Boys and Girls Club on Fridays.
-I don't have allergies, and I'm not pregnant! *knocks on wood*
-I get to play with Pineapples! ..the person, not the fruit.

....Okay, now I'll go into the not so great stuff:
-Cat keeps throwing up randomly
-I may not get the job and end up jobless during the summer when I really need to save money
-The lease runs out on our apartment in June. This is a good thing except for the above concern.
-If I don't pass my classes, I'm more than screwed.
-My history class is kicking my ass.
-I'm meeting my stepdad's family for the first time in my life... O.o
-I'm interning at two places for a month. I'm scared and excited.
-I've regained almost all the weight I lost while in Japan.... and it's because I stress eat whenever I go to my Mom's house..... It doesn't help that American snacks are almost always bad for you....
-I haven't been cooking lately.... I need to fix that
-I seem eternally damned with technology. Let me expound: I applied to be a counselor, but I couldn't get the reference pages or the second part of the
application to work, so I had to completely restart from scratch. Then, I just found out my recommendor didn't get the email to recommend me (sent from the site). So now I've called, they're resending it, and since I don't know what caused either of these malfunctions, I'm terrified it won't work AGAIN.
-I seem to be having shoulder issues. This is bad because we're currently testing for archery, so I can't exactly not participate.
-My insomnia has returned. I really don't understand it, since I wear myself out pretty often, but it also seems like when I work myself over too hard, I get unable to sleep. It's a no-win.
- My advisor recommended I take the Weather class because it's easy. She opposed the class I wanted to take. I really wish she'd have kept that suggestion to herself. 'Easy' classes always seem to be hard for me. They're boring and/or so large/mainstream that I can't do well.
-I have to attend Leadership classes. I usually don't get through with my classes and such until 5:45 or 7:30, so my opinions for signing up are so limited, it's not even funny. (they're from 6:30 to 8:30 and you can't be late)

I'm probably missing some things, but I've noticed that as I'm going through a list of bad things, I get reminded of a lot of positive "At least ...." type good things, so I add it to the good list. That's a little funny.

Okay, this is about all I have for an update right now. But I have one in the works, so look forward to it!

I like this song: