As my grandmother's daughter, I can't say that I'm tooting horns over here about Columbus. I'm sure he was a nice guy and all, but his treatment of indigenous people leaves something politically correct to be desired. As a newly-employed part time teacher who would be running around like a chicken with my head cut off THIS VERY DAY instead of sitting on the couch watching bad movies on Star, throwing out old makeup, and fixin' to eat lobster for dinner were it not for this explorer, I say WHOOOO-PEEEE (Insert Madonna's "Holiday...Celebrate!" here) ! TCWH, so flippant. Well, y'all know where my loyalties lie. You can club baby seals for all I care - make it a national holiday and I'll send you a check.
DH and I have been looking for places to live as of late. We're getting ready to get out of here come May, and the world is a mighty big place! Not wanting to disappoint, I think that we have settled on the biggest little city in the world. Reno, right? Has anybody lived there? Good things? Bad things? Any things? Bueller? Bueller? Actually? If you know something bad, don't tell me, because I think we're going to live there anyway. Unless I get a superfantabulous job as a teacher with the Department of Defense, but seeing as how that's been going for me, I'm not holding my breath.
Apparently, with all the typhoon/hurricane excitement happening around the world, Japan was feeling a little left out. DH and I sat hunkered down Saturday for hours and hours and hours waiting for the 70 - 90 mile an hour winds to start. We moved the plants/valuables away from the windows and got a bottle of wine so we could watch the storm. While other parts of the island were hit, and quite forcefully at that, by 5 pm the base was all clear. I was hoping that Typhoon 22 would have come through and given the all clear to some of these beige buildings. Color is good, people! Live a little. Beige is blech. Especially the exact same shade on some 400 plus buildings. Sheesh. Where's my rose-colored glasses? Or those rainbow ones, that make everything a different color - I need some of those.
I'm afraid this weekend has been frighteningly mild for the H's. I mean, do you really want to hear that the enormous cap on my tooth that my father insisted be put on in CHINA despite my screams of terror and objections that I couldn't close my mouth broke, meaning that every time I eat there are shooting pains up and down my left jawline from my neck to my ear? No? I didn't think so. Do you really want to hear that I went out and impulse bought a stuffed piece of toast toy because I cannot seem to get myself to understand that everything in Japan is so damn cute and that I do not have to spend my money on it? Not that either? Hmmm. Well how about the grossest thing I did this weekend? No? Too bad.
One of my guppies died. There it lay, at the bottom of the bowl, alternately scaring and polluting the fragile environment that I have fought so hard to maintain for the remaining residents. I stared at it/him/her, gently floating on the bottom of the bowl, wondering aloud to myself how to remove the deceased. "Use chopsticks!" DH piped up. "Ew!" I grimaced. "That's gross! We eat with those! We eat SUSHI with those. It's too close to the real thing" I dismissed him, and returned to my staring. 10 minutes later, he walked in, and said, "Ummm, we HAVE disposable chopsticks - use those". Well I'll be damned. I hadn't quite thought of that. So there I was, avid lover of fish raw and cooked alike (but mostly raw) , moving my most recent victim who was indubitably dead and definitely raw from domicile to watery grave. And all I could think to myself was, "Last time when we went out to sashimi, I put something that looked exactly like this IN MY MOUTH. With chopsticks EXACTLY LIKE THIS!" and there you have it. TCWH and her overactive imagination strike again.
Happy LE WEEKEND!