"Teacher, who is Jae Cheol?""My husband.""Teacher, married?""Yes.""Teacher, baby?""No.""Teacher, why? When married?""2005.""What? Teacher, why no baby? You're really married?"
Monday, April 30, 2007
Possibly the funniest thing I've ever heard.
Baby in the house
My tiny little sweetie pie and his mom came to visit us at our place.
He touched everything, rounded up anything that was brightly coloured and put it in a bag because it was now his. I couldn't believe the carnage and had to have a nap after he left.
He touched everything, rounded up anything that was brightly coloured and put it in a bag because it was now his. I couldn't believe the carnage and had to have a nap after he left.
The next day I woke up and I missed him already. He's perfect. I taught him how to use a water gun! This is what qualifies me as an aunt and not a mum.
Nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah FISHING!
It's a little lake but it's pretty. We want to get in there.
This is what the boat looks like after three trips from the car. The instructions say it only takes 10 minutes to assemble. Excellent, lets get going.
The friggin thing is huge! An hour later, we were ready to go. Damn good thing we didn't bother trying it in the apartment like we (ahem, not me, just him) suggested.
It works! We're boating AND catching fish!
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Sunday, April 08, 2007
It was so confusing because everything was in Korean
Well thank goodness for Melissa. Whenever I have a problem in Korea, she's the one to ask, since it's often the case that she's encountered it too and already figured out the solution.
Did you know, that Melissa was the first person who was nice to me in Korea? Well, it's true. After a harrowing 50 or so hours in this new and strange land, having been unceremoniously dumped, or rather, "dropped off" by my director on Thurs night and told that I start Monday, I had begun talking to myself and was convinced that another few hours might actually see me losing my mind.
The potent sewer smell, the humidity, the typhoon, the jet lag and that weird sound that I could hear coming from a neighboring apartment's ventilation duct that sounded like bicycle brakes, had all begun to take their toll. I was quickly going mad.
I had just walked to the beach, (not the lovely local you would imagine, so don't get your hopes up,) and thought I would take a chance and speak to the two white girls I saw walking there with young Korean guys. When I said, "hello, do you speak English?" and was told in reply "No." I was really confused and began walking home. On the way, I saw two other white girls walking in my direction. I nearly didn't bother saying hello, but in the end I did and thank goodness for that. When they replied that they did speak English, I burst into tears. That's when Melissa took me under her wing.
So, to make a long story short, Melissa came to the rescue once again to explain to me how to change the language from Korean to English so that I could figure out what Blogger was trying to tell me every time I wanted to post. So there. Or, so here. I am. Back.
New title, An ode to Melissa
Did you know, that Melissa was the first person who was nice to me in Korea? Well, it's true. After a harrowing 50 or so hours in this new and strange land, having been unceremoniously dumped, or rather, "dropped off" by my director on Thurs night and told that I start Monday, I had begun talking to myself and was convinced that another few hours might actually see me losing my mind.
The potent sewer smell, the humidity, the typhoon, the jet lag and that weird sound that I could hear coming from a neighboring apartment's ventilation duct that sounded like bicycle brakes, had all begun to take their toll. I was quickly going mad.
I had just walked to the beach, (not the lovely local you would imagine, so don't get your hopes up,) and thought I would take a chance and speak to the two white girls I saw walking there with young Korean guys. When I said, "hello, do you speak English?" and was told in reply "No." I was really confused and began walking home. On the way, I saw two other white girls walking in my direction. I nearly didn't bother saying hello, but in the end I did and thank goodness for that. When they replied that they did speak English, I burst into tears. That's when Melissa took me under her wing.
So, to make a long story short, Melissa came to the rescue once again to explain to me how to change the language from Korean to English so that I could figure out what Blogger was trying to tell me every time I wanted to post. So there. Or, so here. I am. Back.
New title, An ode to Melissa
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