What better way to start off this new year than with a Year of the Sheep cake? Hubs and I had a nice quiet night in, warm and cozy under a fuzzy blanket while watching the crazy crowds freezing their butts off in Jonggak. We actually did that exact same thing three years ago, and now we shake our heads and crack up at ourselves when we reminisce on that crazy night.
Strangely, I do not have the urge to make any new years’ resolutions at all this year. I’ve been waiting and waiting for it to come – that feeling of breathing in a fresh start, setting life-changing goals… Continue reading
Okay. For the next few minutes I’m going to be that girl who brags about how great her hubby is. I don’t like it either, just bear with me if you can. I simply must take a moment to share how much I appreciate this man. I mean, look at what I came home to up there after a long, stressful day at work. A sink (and stove top) full of dirty dishes and pots with a post-it note on the rubber gloves that reads, “don’t touch. go rest ♥”. And from someone who usually never uses English, might I add. I may be biased because he’s my hubby and all, but I’d say that’s pretty post-worthy.
Just what the doctor ordered!
After today’s Summer English Camp lessons were over and the kids went home, I walked over to a nearby Paris Baguette to buy lunch, passing a few of my non-camp students playing in their neighborhood. And suddenly, I was hit with a pang of nostalgia as I watched them accidentally hit a baseball too far and have it land on a nearby car, then start fighting over who’s going to get it. It reminded me of how I used to do just that with my friends when I was little. And incredibly, these kids weren’t hunched over their smartphones or glued to an iPad playing the latest mobile game, which is a rare sight these days. (I’m such a grandma.)
I miss how “summer vacation” used to mean running outside to meet your friends as fast as your legs could carry you after hanging up the house phone, crashing bikes, holding competitions to see who can roll down the hill the fastest, finally mastering your first 360 twirl on your fancy new rollerblades, climbing trees and not knowing how to get back down, doing cartwheels barefoot in the grass until you’re too dizzy to go on, diving into the deep end and fishing out your friend’s goggles from the bottom of the swimming pool, fighting over who’s turn it is to be the mom when playing “house”, racing over to the ice cream truck to buy a Mickey Mouse popsicle with lopsided, melting eyeballs (but we didn’t care, it was the most delicious thing in the world at that moment)… and the worst part of the day was saying bye to go home for dinnertime before your mom threatens to open a can of whoop-ass for being late again.
Every summer, they come back. We don’t necessarily have an infestation, but there always seems to be about two or three little buggers that magically appear out of thin air whenever I sit down to eat. After days of waving them away from my food, what started as a minor nuisance is now gettin’ on my last nerve. No one wants bugs skulking around their food, no matter how small or harmless they seem. Oh look, one just zoomed past my laptop screen as I’m typing. Aaaand there goes his little friend.
Google referred me to several methods, most of which required a disgusting clean-up after drowning the fruit flies in jars of vinegar or rotten fruit. Those methods may get rid of the already existing ones, but there’s really no point in doing them if you’re not cutting them off at the source (they tend to breed inside drains). They’ll just come back. Also, the mere thought of trying to dispose of a concoction with dead bugs floating in it made me gag, so I tracked down an alternative route where I won’t have to deal with the aftermath as well as prevent recurrences.
You will need: 1/2 cup white vinegar and 1/2 cup boiling water. That’s it.
So… I realize that haven’t posted anything in OVER THREE MONTHS.
I was on a summer hiatus! No, not backpacking across the globe, sadly. My yearly contract with my former school ended in May, and it luckily coincided perfectly with my fiance and I moving in together at a new apartment in a whole ‘nother city. I decided to take some time off from work before looking for a new school to transfer to for two reasons:
1) I wanted plenty of stress-free time to plan for our upcoming wedding, decorate our new home, settle down in this unfamiliar neighborhood farther away from Seoul, and to slowly explore new options for my next job. Continue reading
Yesterday, I turned 26. I have now officially tipped over into the “late twenties” zone. In Korea, they say you’re already a full year old from the moment you are born and you gain a year every New Year’s Day. So I supposedly turned 27 on January 1st. I hate that rule. My Korean friend is two years older than me but her birthday is in October so she’s actually 27 right now, but in Korea she’s considered 29 years old, already worrying about turning 30. WTH! Continue reading
Just for kicks, I think I’ll try and go easy on the cynicism for a change. After all, I AM getting married this year and should have no reason to be so moody (and should take frown lines into account as well). So, I’m gonna test out this new motto for a week and see what happens. Starting…. now.