I have no idea if this is allowed or not so please tell me if I'm out of line but for the love of god this gave me a good laugh. Thank you to the person involved - you know who you are.
I was checking my statcounter - recent came from - and come across a link from an online gay group. Curious creature that I am I click on it and find my blog getting a mini rave... people are labeled gayman 1, 2, and 3 out of lack of inspiration to call them otherwise and not wanting to use their online names - and presuming of course that seeing as they belong to such a group that they are in fact gay and not just parading.
gayman 1: Anyway, I'm addicted to expatriate mother blogs. WTF. This is an illness.
gayman 2: That's the most bizarre addiction I've ever seen. Fantastic stuff.
gayman 3: I''m addicted to high class food blogs. It's one of my many dirty secrets.
gayman 1: Well you eat food, don't you? That's relatable. I have yet to squeeze a human being from my (non existent) vagina in a foreign country.... They're freaking amazing. Their bitching about their foreign husbands and mother-in-laws is hilarious, and their kids are so cute. Can't wait to be a dad. This is my favorite one. A Kiwi married to a Japanese. Don't let the pink fool you - she's quite feisty.
I realize that I should provide a link and not just steal this conversation but under the circumstances I'm not sure if that is OK?
I like being 'feisty' - just like I liked being 'elusive' which I think Bryn called me quite a while back. Think will put both attributes on next resume...
'Feisty and elusive gaijin with outstanding time management and organizational skills seeks English teaching position at international kindergarten.'
Like that's going to net me a job but.
Thank you! This really made my evening.
And in other news, and totally not related and even getting off the good feel vibe...
I had my usual Wednesday afternoon English class - six and seven year olds. Starts at 4pm. One mother rocks up at 3:15, drops her daughter off on my doorstep, claiming she had something to do, and pisses off. In your book is this acceptable? I was floored. The girl is lovely and just spent the time playing with Ryu and watching Penelope while I got dinner sorted, English stuff together and got the washing in. But could the mother, who I know well enough to invite for a coffee (not that I have yet), not have mailed me or rung me and asked if it was OK?
Still a bit perplexed and wondering if I charged her too much (there were some classes last month that didn't get paid because I went home rah rah and perhaps her daughter missed a class that I charged her for) and so she thought she'd pay the total but get an extra hours babysitting in on the deal?
Anyhoo, early night. Hub's home finally and looking like he has an itch he needs scratching.