This is it for I’m not sure how long. The Mister is about to pack up the computer. We no longer have our laptop, so maybe I won’t be back online until our stuff arrives in RI. Then again, I might drop into the Apple store in Providence and say hi. ^^ I’m finally leaving Shitsville!
The past few evenings, A-chan has been going to our neighbor’s house to play so that we can pack. Whenever A-chan goes to the neighbor’s house, the mom always gives her things to eat and drink that she doesn’t get here. I think that’s part of the allure of going to the neighbor’s house. I know that when I go with her to visit, she will hint at wanting something she was given previously. I keep telling A-chan that it’s impolite to ask for something to eat or drink. Last night, before A-chan went, I re-emphasized that she should not ask for anything. The Mister made the mistake of adding it’s OK if she is offered something to eat or drink.
So when I went back over to get A-chan, and this time B-chan, the neighbor girl told me that as soon as A-chan got in the house, she told the girl that her mommy told her not to ask for anything to eat or drink, that it’s only OK if she is offered something. Then a little while later, A-chan asked the girl, “Can you offer me something to drink?” What am I going to do with that little girl?! It’s kind of funny but it’s not.
I took A-chan to get her hair trimmed today. I intended to get my hair trimmed as well, but I took the plunge and whacked it all off. It’s not super short like a pixie, but it’s still short. I had been contemplating getting it cut for a while now. I hesitated because as an ajumma who cut my hair in Korea in the summer of 2006 told me, my hairline is “미워.” Translation=ugly. :p Some parts of it grow up, so when the hair at the base of my neck is short, it gets all crazy. My hair stylist cut the base so that it doesn’t do that so much. I need to give it a few days before I debut my new look, however. I hate my hair when it’s freshly cut.
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Only four more days until I ride out of Shitsville for good. Yay for me! Being the anal and anxious person I am, I am a bit nervous about moving day. I can’t trust degenerates here to do anything in general. Movers as it is, regardless of location, are not as careful as the people moving would like. They bang walls and doorways taking out big, heavy stuff. They toss around your boxes as if there’s nothing inside that’s going to get damaged. And they don’t move fast enough for me. We really don’t have that much stuff. I don’t think it should take more than two hours to get here, take our stuff, and leave. :p
Still have not rented the house. While we were in RI, I was sent an email that a family wanted to know if we’d lower the rent AND accept two Labs. What, were they on hard drugs? Fuck no, I am not lowering the rent AND allowing their two Labs to wreck my house. I am trying not to worry about it, but I am, afterall, one of the biggest worry warts in the history of mankind. :p
if you’ve ever made an acquaintance online, corresponded for a while before ever seeing a picture of that person. Then when you do see a picture, she or he is not at all like you envisioned she or he would look. This has happened to me a few times, with one time being sort of recently. I wonder why I have certain expectations of how a person looks? Just a weird thing but I can’t be the only one. Or can I?
And don’t worry, it’s not any of my readers. ^^
The Mister and I celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary on July 6. I think the Mister deserves a second black eye because, while he remembered the 6th is our anniversary day (we used to celebrate it monthly pre-children), it didn’t dawn on him immediately that it was the yearly anniversary. But I think I will keep him. We still haven’t gotten to celebrate because B-chan fell asleep on the 6th in the late afternoon, so we didn’t want to wake him to go out for dinner. Then yesterday we had a gazillion errands to run, and again, B-chan fell asleep and didn’t want to disturb him. Maybe we should delay it until we get to RI, where there will be many more good places to go out and eat.
I think Mama Nabi used to have petty Wednesday on her second blog, but I’m having petty Tuesday. Oh hell, who am I kidding? I have a petty day any day I feel like it. Just some comments and observations during our trip.
My mom played with, lavished attention and affection on A-chan and B-chan more in one hour than my MIL has their entire lives combined. Being the petty person I am when it comes to my in-laws, I automatically hone in on how my MIL interacts with A-chan and B-chan from the second we enter her house until we leave. I always come back from a visit bitching about how my MIL does not give A-chan the time of day, even though A-chan essentially begs for her grandma’s time and affection. My MIL tells A-chan she doesn’t have time for her, that she has to do something. In the next second, though, if my SIL’s kid starts crying, my MIL will stop everything for as long as it takes to play with, carry SIL’s kid. That pisses me off because my MIL sees SIL’s kid every fucking day of the week for multiple hours. She doesn’t see A-chan but one time a year, if she’s lucky. Is it going to fucking hurt my MIL to spend some time with A-chan? Fuck her chores. They will still be there later in the day or even the next week.
A-chan and B-chan, both, loved my mom. I thought they might be a little scared of her because well, my mom is just a scary person. But they weren’t. A-chan was constantly lavishing affection on my mom and my two imos, who all appreciated her gestures immensely.
In fact, my entire family, including my younger cousins did nothing but spend time with my children, as well as the young babies of two of my cousins. They believe in putting focus on the children. It’s not every day we are all together. Even my cousins with the young babies would give a lot of attention to A-chan and B-chan, while I or others interacted with their kids. A-chan cried so hard when we had to leave. She begged not to go. She still talks about missing my family. It’s funny that she’s never done any such thing after leaving the Mister’s family. The only people A-chan truly misses on the Mister’s side is my 7 and 9 year old nephew and niece in HI.
I suppose this show’s even more pettiness on my part, but my family finds importance in a child’s first birthday. It is a special occasion regardless of one’s background. My young cousins with babies out did my MIL in recognizing B-chan’s first birthday. I know my cousins aren’t poor, but they’re not exactly as well off as my MIL and FIL either. They’re still trying to establish themselves. So when we got home and had an envelope from my MIL in the mail, opened it, I was instantly disappointed and a little mad. I know my MIL did way more for SIL’s kid on his first birthday but can’t do anything more than average for another one of her grandchildren.
While I really don’t get along with my mom, I plan to make an effort to visit my family more and put up with my mom for A-chan and B-chan’s sake. I know my family truly loves them and shows it. I know that A-chan and B-chan will grow up seeing the difference between how my family treats them and how the Mister’s family treats them. I really hope my in-laws fuck themselves over with my children. I want my children to have a sense of family, something I don’t have, but at the same time, I don’t want them to be close to my in-laws. My in-laws don’t deserve A-chan and B-chan’s love.
Since we visited my family, A-chan is really into learning more Korean. All the time in the car, she practices the words she knows and asks me to learn more. I am so proud. We stopped into the Korean market yesterday to get some things to take on the road with us. She instantly wanted to go to the ajumma of the store and tell her anyeonghaseyo, of which the ajumma was tickled.
I got smug satisfaction getting my way in the end after my mom decided to just change plans on me for B-chan’s dol. I know it burned her to give in because she think she’s the alpha female. Wrong! Not when I’m around. :p
I’d like to give the Mister a black eye. I heard him talking to B-chan when B-chan woke up this morning, saying he’d get up with B-chan. Really, the Mister just lets him run wild in the bedroom, where B-chan proceeded to crawl over me, get into stuff he shouldn’t and the Mister not doing anything about it. I got so disgusted that I just got up with B-chan. How can I fucking sleep with a baby all over me? I am so tired today. A little extra sleep would have been nice. B-chan got into the pantry after we got up, make a soda can explode, kept trying to rub the spilled soda around. I was not happy. The Mister then made himself get up. I’m like why the fuck get up now? I’ve already made coffee and have forced myself awake. I swear he is so clueless. I have no patience for that today!
My little B-chan celebrated his first birthday on Sunday, June 29. I can’t believe one year has passed since his birth.
I took B-chan to his one year check up today. I was afraid that I might be given shit for delaying the MMR vaccine. Amazingly, I wasn’t. However, I kept meeting incredulity every time I stated that I am still breastfeeding B-chan.
Nurse: Is he drinking milk?
Me: I’m still breastfeeding.
Nurse: Will he drink milk?
Me: I don’t know I’m still breastfeeding.
I had to go through this again when the nurse practitioner came in to see B-chan. My baby is still growing, still needs the best nutrition I can give him. I don’t know why the fuck everyone is insistent that I be giving my baby cow’s milk. I certainly respect the choices other mothers make. But I am fortunate enough to stay at home, and while I am doing so, I don’t see why B-chan needs to be drinking cow’s milk at one year of age. Cow’s milk is for baby cows. I produce milk that is meant for human babies. So what the fuck?!!! Anyone who has a problem with a mother breastfeeding their baby beyond one year has some problems for which a professional might be needed because obviously there’s some nasty thoughts associated with this view. I might raise an eyebrow if a 7 year old were still breastfeeding, but we are talking about a one year for fuck’s sake!
I should have know that I would have my share of shit from the stupid asses around here at some point. I had been going through a dry spell right up to leaving for RI. So I reported that Internet service had been interrupted twice for 21 and 17 hours on consecutive days. And for 17 hours, we had no cable TV. I didn’t mention, or maybe I did and forgot, that one of our DVR boxes was not working when we got back. The Mister called about it over the weekend and was told that a repair person would be here today. We had many errands to run today, but as we were pulling into our subdivision, I saw a Mediacom van sitting in front of the house. As I approached our house, he took off. We live at the beginning of a circle, so you have to pass our house coming in and coming out of the circle. I purposely parked the car in the driveway and waited for the repair man to come back around. That mother fucker looked at our car, knew that we were home, and kept on driving. I called Mediacom right away and started out by asking if a repair man was coming today just to see what I was told. The CSR told me that one was at our house at 5:11PM, reported no one home, and the fucker even had the balls to add that he left a fucking door badge on our front door. There was no goddamn door badge on my front door saying a repair man had been here. So I decided to enlighten the CSR and told her the person who came out was full of shit. I also demanded a credit of which I will get once service has been restored, but I have to fucking call back to get it. That pisses me off! Ten days and counting for when I can give these shitheads the bird as I leave.
Yesterday, I was upset because we came home to no Internet connection. After finally getting a connection restored nearly 24 hours later, I’ll be goddamned if the cable AND Internet didn’t go out at 6PM yesterday and did not become operational again until about 11:30AM today. I was not happy.
Where to begin. OK, so visiting my family and B-chan’s dol. You just know my visit couldn’t pass without some drama. I’ll just say that my mom decided to do what the fuck she wanted and changed plans. I got pissed off and then got my way in the end. It was a pain in the ass for my mom to change plans again, but that’s what the fuck she gets for going against what I said weeks ago.
B-chan hated his dol bok but looked cute. This is despite the fact that the clothes my mom picked out had Pepto Bismol colored pants. What the fuck?! She told me I could trade with the one she bought for my cousin’s baby, but the color of his pants weren’t much better, lavender. So I said screw it and kept the dol bok my mom picked out for B-chan. B-chan might look back and ask what was up with the pink pants but oh well. Deep down I don’t really see anything wrong with the pink. I just knew that the Mister might say something. I think America’s views on what is masculine and what is not is a bunch of bull shit and a sign of insecurity.
We managed to make it RI at 9:30PM on the 30th. Holy shit! WV and MD are some of the hilliest and curviest roads I have ever driven. I thought it was interesting that we went over to mountains in MD named Negro Mountain and Savage Mountain.
We found a place to live just by driving up and down the streets in a nice neighborhood near the Mister’s school. It’s typical of places in RI. I’ll just leave it at that, even though it is a three bedroom. The dude who owns the place was telling me all about it on the phone, mentioned a pantry and some other things. I didn’t see a pantry, which to me is a closet-like space in the kitchen for food. To him, a pantry is a kitchen, a very small kitchen. And then he called a dining room a kitchen. Then again, in RI, a quahog is a type of clam. A cabinet is a milkshake. Sometimes, I can’t even understand the accent, but it’s hell of a lot better to listen to than the hick accent in Shitsville.
I said in the past that I would gladly give up my house to get out of Shitsville, but I think I am mistaken. I left RI kind of depressed thinking about giving up my house for our new place. Today, I am a little more accepting of the reality, but I am not going to lie. It’s going to be fucking hard at first!
It was a relief to find a place to live fairly fast, so then we left for Boston early Thursday morning, checked into our hotel, and then spent the afternoon in the Boston Common area. Before heading back to the subway station, we got a cold drink and sat down by Tremont Street. I was observing everyone walking by, and I thought it ironic that at that time and place, were the only ones speaking English, when it’s us that people mostly assume do not speak English. It was nice.
I’m back. Ten states in nine days. I don’t need to say anymore. Came back to no Internet and one of two DVR boxes not working. Mediacom is THE shittiest cable/Internet provider. After waiting 20 hours for service, I had to get a little darthfoofie on someone’s ass and got my Internet back in one minute. Lazy shitheads!!!
More later. I’m still trying to recover.
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