Friday, April 13, 2012

Korean Lessons

Lately J has been really trying to speak more Korean to keep up his skills. The only problem with this . . . he's trying to talk to me. A lot of times he'll talk to me and then I'll just randomly throw in a "yeah!", "nah", or "mmmm"just so he knows I'm actively-trying to listen. Now our daily conversations are half Korean, 1/4 English and 1/4 grunting (on my part, again to show my active listening skills).

It's really difficult to know what is going on in his life, if you can imagine. I know when he wants to make dinner. I know when he says hello and goodbye. And I know when he says he loves me. And that's it. I guess that's all I need to know for now, but conversation has been quite confusing lately.

Just on a side note, he's also obsessing about this weird Korean soap opera about a famous girl who died, but came back to life in another body. It's so awkward and fabulous.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Some girls have got to get their flirt on. . .

   One of my professors is super young (read, like mid-30's). Also, he isn't obese, he doesn't smell, he isn't scary. That means 18 and 19 year old girls are in love with him. He's a swell and jazzy instructor, and he is happily married. He tells us stories of his four, little girls and his wife. And how they are best friends.

   Somehow, that attracts the young babies to him. If he says anything at all, bursts of high-pitched laughs flood the gigantic lecture hall. Normally this doesn't even phase me--not a bit, not at all. But alas, today happened. Everything the man said put these girls in a tizzy! It was frightening, honestly. I thought they were having mental fits and I, in my head, went over and asked them if they were okay.

   While I was coming out of my internal argument with myself about whether or not to go slap them for being so giddy, the girl next to me yelled at them, "Start acting your age, not your shoe size!!!!" It was at that point that I realized I was crying from laughing so hard. Moral of the story, baby 18 year-olders shouldn't try to flirt with professors because it is super gross for everyone who is sad enough to be able to witness that horrific event.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

April Fool's Day. . .

. . .started out with a bang! I put mustard in our toothpaste--it was a wonderful start to the morning. We got up to watch conference, and J went to brush his teeth. Lo and behold, wonderful yellow came out of the tube!! Muwahah. Then J went to put on his eyeball specs. A few minutes later the sides of his head were numb due to the icy hot I put on the ear part of his glasses!
  The only thing J really did to me made me feel super awkward. I started getting phone voice mails and calls early this morning. These people were congratulating us, and telling me that the next few months would fly by. Also, people were telling me strange things about having babies. . . things I TRULY didn't ever want to know. Turns out, J started telling people last night that we were having twins in September and that we didn't want to find out the genders of these mysterious babies. I think it was the worst when he called his parents to tell them his news. . . ha! I called my mom for information about something or other but missed her, so when she called me back, Jake picked the phone up and was about to tell her our "exciting" news, so I started yelling to my mom, "NOOOO! Don't listen to him, Mom!!!" Smart girl. She didn't!
  We just love pranks. I've been preparing treats to send to our nieces and nephews. J kept eating the candy, so I yelled "J! You can't eat ANY of this! I got it for me and them, only! Not you!" He looked so depressed that he couldn't eat any of the $20.00 worth of sugar I got, but yelling April Fool's it worth everything in the world.
   The very last thing I'm doing to J (and not telling him it's a fool's prank, ever) is that we legitimately will name our children names of colors. He's now convinced our kids really are going to be named Purple like my lava lamp. so so so so funny!

The Hunger Games!!

  So J and I have been obsessed with The Hunger Games since forever. In fact, when we got married and were about to leave for California to go on our honeymooning cruise, we remembered that the final book of the series had come out that same day, so we went to WalMart and bought it. We then proceeded to read it the whole time we were on our cruise. Best. Honeymoon. Ever.
 When we found out that the books were being movie-tized, we both were so excited that we possibly could have wet ourselves...who knows...and then we ate food till we were in a Hunger Games coma.
  A dentist in town always reserves a few theaters and sells tickets for showings hours in advance of the midnight showing. Our neighbors are flipping radical and always get us tickets, so we got our matchy-matchy on down to the theater and watched the heck out of that movie. PS. It was so good. We've tried to go back and watch it, but we're not about to wait in lines for movies again, so we haven't been successful in our attempts. Not to worry. Our obsession will soon be quenched when we see it forty-three more times. PPS. I spelled forty wrong and I got spell-fixed. It looks weird not being fourty.

How could I forget that J shaped his usually so-hot beard into a spic stache the morning of the movie!?
 It was frightening waking up to that surprise.

We is a fine looking group of obsessive, married peoples. But that's why we don't see it at midnight.