I’m not too heartbroken because we got a grade 2 embryo last month. So now we have two. Continue reading This Cycle Is A Bust
I will post soon about the awful weekend I had. I’m still digesting what went down.
In the meantime, here is my brother swinging around a sword and demonstrating his Hapkido and weapon’s technique on the beach near Enoshima Island. He loves martial arts and is a first degree black belt in Hapkido.
He fashioned that sword himself using our dad’s power saw and equipment.
Whenever we went to church, my mother forced me into the most constricting and frilliest dresses imaginable. I felt like Bo-Peep.
My brothers would complain about their ties. Ties!
I would glare at them, and gesture at what had been foisted on me. They needed to be quiet. They didn’t know what suffering was.
I had to wear white stockings, shiny black shoes with buckles, and a big bow.
At church my mother would keep frowning at me and reminding me to smile and not look so sour. I’d walk around with an expression of “This sucks”.
I hated dresses. You couldn’t climb trees or do anything in a dress.
My mother made me wear them. We had a compromise, on Tuesdays and Thursdays I had to wear a dress to school. I hated Tuesdays and Thursdays. Those were also the mornings I had spelling tests. So extra reason to hate them. Continue reading My Mother Wanted A Girl, Not A Tomboy
If you are interested in the history of Japan and Kamakura, its former capital, you’ll enjoy this. I present to you my list of:
(If you watch to the end there is a bonus feature of my brother Sean lost in the forest. Hehehe).
Sidenote: Sorry about the clumped-together ads! They are not supposed to be that way. I keep trying to fix it, but you tube keeps leaving it the same. Hopefully, my changes will eventually take.
My husband wanted to drive to Tokyo yesterday to go to the last day of a special museum exhibition on ancient cave drawings in Ueno.
I wasn’t so interested in that part myself, but a ride to Tokyo and 3-4 hours to wander around the city sounded like an awesome plan. It’s so much nicer than being crammed into the train.
After he parked, we split with a plan to meet up again at Ueno Station.
I headed over to Asakusa and took photos of Sensoji Temple. I explored it and ate my way through.
They change those things that festoon the fronts of the stalls. A month ago it was red ones, now they’re sparkly pink ones in prep for cherry blossom season. Continue reading Sensoji Temple in Asakusa
I’ve always been curious about Sumo Wrestling. I’d love to attend a match, but tickets are pricey and it’s hard to get a spot.
However, like most sports, it takes a toll on its athletes.
Ballet destroys the ankles.
American Football causes head injuries.
Sumo causes serious thigh injuries.
Japanese TV was doing a documentary on it, and it was quite sad. Many of the sumo wrestlers who retire have to use walkers or other things to help. Their thighs have been ruined by the rigors of the sport. Continue reading The Terrible Price of Sumo Wrestling