Category Archives: Living in Tokyo

Timeline & Bills

December 8, 2012 By in Getting there, Living in Tokyo, Relocating Tags: , , , , 3 Comments

moving-letter

  • December 14th Cliff & Chase’s Last
  • December 17th Packers Start Packing
  • December 19th Move out Cleaning
  • December 20th Leave for US & Land in South Carolina
  • December 21st Drive to Atlanta to check on house
  • December 25th Christmas
  • January 3rd Move Back into Pink House
  • January 7th Cliff & Chase First Day Back

DONE DID

  1. Inform Helper of impending move.
  2. Letters of Recommendation from Chase’s teachers & faculty
  3. Transcript request to be sent to Holy Innocents’ Episcopal School.
  4. Register Chase for Little League Baseball
  5. Clean drawers. How did I end up with so many black thongs? Need to check Pinterest and see if there is something I can recycle these into, maybe a cute hat or a pot holder.
  6. Clean pantry. How did I end up buying so many bags of dried chilis? Someone likes it spicy!
  7. We have so much tea, I am going through it 1 bag at a time. I remember moving from Colorado (where I used to go to Costco at least once a week) and trying to eat my way out of there, vowing all the while ala Gone With The Wind-style: “I will Nevah go to Costco Evah Agin!”
  8. Cliff has booked us a room at the Conrad Hotel in Tokyo where we will stay our last few nights in Tokyo
  9. Buy last minute “Only in Japan” items. In my heart, I know I will return to Korea, but I don’t know if I can say the same of Japan.
  10. Changed address officially with USPS.
  11. Switched utilities back over to us.

DIDN’T DO.

  1. Find Service Providers: VOIP, Waste Management, Security System
  2.  Find a new helper in the States. I’m thinking I’ll hire 2 part-timers to avoid Obamacare.
  3. Buy cars. After this summer with my sister, I was sold on the the Prius, but I could tell Cliff was fakelmpt over not having a large vehicle since we will have 1 tween and 2 dogs soon. I finally broke down and said I would drive an SUV only if it was a hybrid. We checked online and it looks like the Lexus RX Hybrid gets the vote. If anyone out there has any thoughts about this feel free to contribute. My last vehicle was a Yukon Denali and I just don’t want to drive something of that size anymore.
  4. Call my agent. I’ve been debating this. Cliff feels like I need to stay home with the new baby. My sister Bess tells me Maggie is not well and at 13, she needs some extra TLC too. I feel like between settling back in, taking care of all the kids, and checking on Cliff every once in a while, I don’t know how much time I’ll have to run around preparing and giving auditions. I really miss it. Purely for selfish reasons. Working on set is the only place I feel appreciated.
Adjusting to Tokyo was tough, but we managed.

Adjusting to Tokyo was tough, but somehow we managed.

This picture is actually of the castle in Hiroshima, but we were awfully tempted to make it our Christmas card cover.

Until next time…

Reading is Good For You

December 5, 2012 By in Culture Shock, Daily Living, Grocery, Living in Tokyo, Relocating, useful Tags: , , , , , , , 2 Comments

The other day, I had some time, so I found myself on Freshly Pressed perusing a few other blogs. I was drawn to a blog titled “More Strange Book Covers” by Michael Bradley:

“Mom, why are you laughing so hard?”

I don’t want to steal Mr. Bradley’s thunder, so, I’m just gonna highly encourage you all to check it out. Make sure you aren’t drinking any hot liquids. It’s that hilarious.

When we first arrived in Tokyo, I started taking cooking classes. Specifically, Vegan Japanese cooking which has subsequently led to Vegan Indian cooking. My eyes were suddenly open to the world of satisfying, flavorful vegan dishes. Being the primary cook in our home, I soon declared, “You! Carnivores! From now on, we will have at least 1 vegetarian meal a WEEK!”  They groaned and moaned, but no one else was volunteering for the primary cook position.

Must Read

I’ve been deeply entrenched in the Omnivore’s Dilemma (aka Satanic Verses according to Cliff) and it has re-ignited my feelings about the industrial food system in America. After a few chapters, I made another declaration and announced, “You! Omnivores! We will from hence forth, eat salad every other day and intersperse fish & meat dishes on the other!”  Meatless Monday had arrived. Cliff and I had many heated discussions regarding Pastured Animals and I could tell Chase was ripe for picking. I knew then, I needed to get out the big guns.  I rented Forks Over Knives:

Must Watch!

After watching Forks Over Knives (speaking of Chase & myself only, Cliff fell asleep), I informed Cliff I was no longer buying milk for consumption “because it isn’t natural” but, I would buy it for him and cooking purposes. Judging from the whites of Cliff’s eyeballs and his comments, I know he thinks I’ve gone all Nick Nolte on him.

aka Health nut

I don’t want to substitute real food for capsules, powdered shakes and tablets! I love food. But I want to have good food for myself and my family. Moving back to the land of the Golden Arches, I am determined to do my best to support this lifestyle change and “opt out” of the industrialized food system as much as possible. Living in Japan, I have tasted and benefitted from eating fresh produce which has been driven to me and not flown. In Japan, my family eats meat that is pastured, properly massaged and kept inebriated,  as opposed to mutilated and abused. I looked into farmers markets around Sandy Springs, Georgia, but they are a mixed bag and as I recall, seem to be more about buying beaded jewelry than an assortment of fresh produce.

Must Order!

Then I came across Nature’s Garden Delivered. This is an organic food delivery service that will deliver Organic/Natural/Local goods right to your door! They won’t deliver goods from anywhere farther than one day’s drive. The Yelp! reviews for NGD are terrific so I am definitely planning to sign up as soon as we get settled in.

I know I may seem a bit nutty for all of this. Change is always perceived as insanity in the beginning. Not so long ago, I was begging for 1 vegetarian meal a week. Now, we have  “Meat Meals” once or twice a week.  But then I reflect: It wasn’t so long ago when having meat at the table signified a special evening. When everyone didn’t seem so fat. When kids didn’t have to stand in line to take their meds at lunch. When cows ate grass. These are the simple things that get swept away in the world’s attempts to make things easier but in the end they only complicate and make matters worse. I never expected living in Tokyo, I’d experience a simpler way of life, and I like it.

Allow me to encourage you to read more as well:

Another Classic

Until next time…

See the Difference

December 2, 2012 By in Chase, Cliff, Living in Tokyo Tags: , , Leave a comment

Can you pick out the American?

I love it when white people tell me, “They can tell the difference.”  I can’t tell the difference and I’m Asian! Cliff started talking about his “abilities” soon after we were married. I assumed it was because suddenly he assumed he was Asian-by-Marriage and could say such things. I don’t know how other Asians feel about the issue. Personally, I find it on the offensive side. Now that Cliff has lived in Japan, he is full on convinced he can “tell the difference”. I have heard other Asians claiming to have the same super powers and usually I just think they are full of it and besides that, who cares?

Conversation from a few days ago:

  • Chase: We had an awful substitute teacher in Chorus today.
  • Me: Really? What happened?
  • Chase: She didn’t let us warm up our voices like Ms. Stenson normally does.
  • Me: So you felt off key…
  • Chase: Mom, when you have a low voice like mine, you need to warm up your voice or you can really do some damage when you try to hit the higher notes. (cue crickets)
  • Cliff: So what did the teacher look like?
  • Chase: What do you mean?
  • Cliff: Was she Japanese? White?
  • Chase: White
  • Me: When you say “White”, do you mean she was White like Ms Christenson? or Non-Black, like Hispanic or Philippino?
  • Chase: I think she’s Canadian.

Now that is something to brag about.

So true

Until next time…

Birthday Traditions

November 28, 2012 By in Chase, Cliff, Cooking, Dining out, Kathryn, Living in Tokyo Tags: , , , , , , , 5 Comments

Dessert Presentation

We don’t just celebrate a birthday. It feels like Chase and Cliff celebrate their birth for days. I actually had to question the whole situation this past birthday of Chase’s. Why is it his birthday celebration? Why isn’t it my birth day? I gave birth to him. Hmmmf. Be that as it may, we go on.

Fancy!

One of our now favorite traditions for Chase’s birthday is FANCY DINNER NIGHT. I make a reservation at an upscale restaurant and we all get dressed in our best finery for one another. We started doing this a few years ago and it has become something we all look forward to immensely.

This year we booked a table at Flat Iron Restaurant. When I first heard about FlatIron, I knew it would be a once in a lifetime experience and ergo, perfect for our special evening. Each table comes with your own chef and narrator. Yes, I said narrator or “tour guide”. The cuisine is described as “a two-hour, multi platform cooking adventure that melds aspects of molecular gastronomy and sensory cooking.” I’d like to share a few of the more memorable dishes.

Prix Fixe

We started our evening with cocktails and for Chase, Mocktails:

This is Chase’s “Dos Equis Man” pose

VEGGIES W/ FISH IN A TUBE & Black Truffle Pesto:

The fish is in the “toothpaste”

SMOKE & ICE DISCO: Okinawan line-caught Swordfish with turnip/pear relish

Served in a smoke-filled dome

PLAYING DOCTOR

This was my plate. Chase & Cliff had Striploin instead of Scallops

Chase administers his 1st hot beef injection

Today it’s black truffle juice. Tomorrow, botox!

Because these nights are usually very rich foods, I always make sure I’m super hungry before going. Starting my meal with 3 shots of alcohol on an empty stomach definitely got the night going. Needless to say, everything was delicious and a feast for our eyes as well as our stomachs. It was a tremendous way to end this year’s round of birthdays. Now it’s on to Christmas! Oh and moving!

Bon Appetit!

Until next time…

ThanksgivingTraditions

November 26, 2012 By in Cooking, Family, Holidays & Festivals, Living in Tokyo Tags: , , , , , , 2 Comments

Happy Thanksgiving

Every year, the Third Thursday of November means we feast. Cliff is the Master chef and I am happy to be Sous chef and grocery go-getter. Besides the bird, Cliff’s Stuffing, the green beans, sweet potatoes, etc., one of our family traditions is to have a new friend sit and join our table. Living in Tokyo has not been so conducive to our US traditional feastery:

Turkey Leg drawn to scale

Last year, it was obvious we could not cook a turkey of our liking in our apartment oven. Plan B led us to make reservations at the Tokyo American Club’s Thanksgiving Feast. We were also given the opportunity to host 2 marine soldiers and I jumped at the chance. Purely out of the goodness of my heart of course. The whole experience turned out wonderfully. So much so, I declared Thanksgiving Day to be the new Marines at My Table Day.

This year, my marines were only 20 & 18 years old and not so buff or well-dressed. What they lacked in muscle mass they made up in gratitude and innocence. Their names were Mohammad and Jesus (My hand to God). I think Chase weighed more than Jesus!

Jesus is from Mexico and Mohammad from Niger. At one point during our meal, it hit me, we were like a United Nations meeting! or a Benetton ad. I raised my glass and announced, “How the heck did this happen?!?” That’s when Cliff cut me off from the open bar. Allow me to be honest. I don’t usually engage in conversations with people in their teens or 20′s. I’m an ageist. But these 2 soldiers enlightened me in ways that only young men in their circumstance can. In my heart, I hope their families are so proud of what they are doing and what they have accomplished. So many people lack direction, identity, integrity. Not these boys. How can I call them boys when they are willing to die for me? But as I look at them and hear their voices, I know they are boys in their hearts and souls. They inspire me. We move, we relocated, we redefine ourselves. I envy the simplicity of their objective. Maybe I’m complicating my own unnecessarily. Probably. Thanks for the lesson.

Thanksgiving 2012 w/ Jesus & Mohammad

Until next time…

Low Maintenance w/ a High Maintenance Look

November 16, 2012 By in Chase, Cliff, Daily Living, Japan, Kathryn, Living in Tokyo, Mini Schnauzer Tags: , , , , , , , , 4 Comments

On my first date with Cliff, I let him know, I was “a low maintenance girl with a high maintenance look.”

My Signature Handkerchief

Since moving to Tokyo I have started carrying:

  • My signature handkerchief
  • My own black cloth napkin in case restaurants only have the white variety
  • Black Prada flats to wear when my high-heels are killing me

I recently added to my Japanification

I Never Thought I Could… Go Figure!

  • Fedora
  • 2 Sunbrellas (Formal & Sporty)
  • UV gloves
  • Fur dingle dangle for my purse (Sorry Alexandra. I broke down)
  • 2 Fans (Formal & Sporty)

I still believe I can say I am low maintenance because I am often ready for a night out on the town before Cliff.

FUR PHRASES

Just hanging around the house

You know how “Kids Say the Darndest Things?” I was collecting similar quotes by Ex-Pat wives (ie., “I’m so sick of vacationing in Bali…” & “I wouldn’t wear this myself, but I’ll buy one for my gardener since it’s for charity.”), but then, I realized I could do a special section for just people who own furs.

  • I must take this fur off! I’m starting to sweat!
  • Do you think I’ll need my fur tonight? Please go upstairs and fetch my fur.
  • Is it possible to find a dog that will match my fur?
  • I don’t know what’s worse! Carrying or wearing this animal!
  • This fur isn’t in danger! I’m taking very good care of it.

On my last trip to Korea, I broke down and purchased a fur vest. It’s lavender, but I swear it doesn’t look hooker at all. Well, maybe high-end hooker. Owning a fur suddenly makes you appreciate all the nonsensical fur phrases uttered by my fellow fur fashionistas. It’s kind of like when you buy a Mercedes and then suddenly, every other car on the road is a Mercedes. You know what I mean? ;)

THE ULTIMATE JAPANESE ACCESSORY

Our baby girl!

Recently, I freaked out a few of my friends when I talked about expecting a baby girl. Cliff proves he is the ultimate head hunter and that he can even overcome species. He somehow learned who the “Breeder of the Year” was and managed to score a baby from their latest litter! She is about 2 weeks old and is coming from Regency Breeders. This little mini schnauzer is going to be very well-loved and very fashionably dressed. Chase is already threatening to brainwash the dog to love him best. The plan is for Chase and Cliff to take a Dad & Me trip to California in January (probably over MLK) and do some sight-seeing and pick up our new baby. I can’t wait! We have been talking names and I would like to call her Dokdo (after the island the Japanese and Koreans are fighting over), but we are also considering Stella. I have a gift for naming, so I will wait until I have her in my arms.

Until next time…

36 Days

November 13, 2012 By in bicycle, Daily Living, Dining out, Girlfriends, Japan, Living in Tokyo Tags: , , , 5 Comments

Ren & Stimpy

The last few days I’ve been feeling like a Ren & Stimpy character. Mostly because my left eye keeps twitching and I can’t bear to even look at people when I feel it happening. I know my body well enough to know that this is just one of the ways stress presents itself through me. Every time we move or something stressful happens my eye starts twitching and now I just have to wait for the move to be over. I guess I could start sporting an eye patch. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Considering other moves when you are prepping the house for sale, looking for a new home, and dealing with a myriad of other issues, this re-relocation back to the States seems almost effortless. In fact, it kind of is. We interviewed and selected a moving company and set a date: December 20th 2012. They will arrive a few days beforehand to carefully package all our belongings. We will fly into Columbia, South Carolina because of the holidays. My sister Mary & The Girlies, and Bess are all planning to meet at my parent’s home. Cliff & I are having our floors refinished before we move back in. School for Chase will start January 7th so we have a little time.

Safe enough for 5 year olds

Thirty-Six more days in Tokyo. Each day my mind seems to flip a coin. Heads: What I will miss. Tails: How excited I am to be going back. Today, it’s Heads. It’s easy to wax on about the incredible customer service and safety. But for me, it’s the lifestyle. Today I will have lunch with some girlfriends at a terrific local sushi place where they know us. We will play tennis at Arisugawa park. Afterwards, I will bike to the local Japanese farmer stall to buy fresh vegetables for dinner. I will miss the exhiliration I feel every morning as I speed down the hill on my bike listening to my music. The ease of getting around on my bike yelling “Ohayoooooo!” to strangers walking to work or tidying up their patch of asphalt. These are things I get to do every day. Things that have become a part of me.

Recovery Bar

Saturday night, Cliff and I were invited to go out with our friends Nicki and Stefan to a Jazz club to listen to one of their friends singing. The bar was called Recovery (so clever). For a cover of 10,000 yen, you got small plates of food and “nomihoodai” (all you can drink beer and wine!). I would be generous to estimate the number of chairs at 15. Nicki’s friend and her accompanist were positioned in a corner of the club at the very end of our long countertop.

The Band

When she was singing, everyone was very quiet and respectful of their perfomance. Imagine my surprise when she starts and I hear a beautifully soulful, raspy voice singing bossa nova! In Spanish! Stunning. And you know how every man looks better when you see he can play an instrument? Nicki and I were quite drunk at this point and found ourselves reminiscing about “that high school boyfriend” you knew your parents would hate who looked just like the guitarist. How soon can I take you home?

Remember when you could date the “artsy” guy?

Cliff and Stefan seemed to enjoy making fun of us, but the good thing about alcohol is… it’s just good. They finished singing around 11:30pm and by midnight, Cliff was giving me the “roll out” sign. Thank God Alexandra wasn’t there, because she would have totally shamed me into staying out later and going somewhere to karaoke until at least 4am.

This is a quintessential Japanese adult night out. You go to some club with 10-15 chairs. You wonder, “how does this place stay afloat?” but only for a little while, because it isn’t your bar. You sit with friends eating good food, drinking and listen to a couple people who are doing something you know they love. Happy to just express and share their art with anyone who will listen.

Going out in Atlanta: Dinner & A Movie.

Until next time…

Spinning & Lucky Lunch

October 11, 2012 By in Aesthetics, bicycle, Daily Living, Girlfriends, Living in Tokyo Tags: , , , , , 5 Comments

Microderm Update:

Yesterday, I did a little microderming. This morning when I woke up, I looked in the mirror and I swear, it looked like someone beat me with a rubber hose. I think I’m still on the first part of the learning curve, but don’t think I’m giving up. Like all good tools, I just have to get the technique right. Again Friends, learn from my mistakes. Evidently, decolletage is quite delicate.

SPIN CLASS

Despite my self-mutilation, I had to get to my spinning class at 8:40am. I have been meaning to blog about spinning for a while. Eventually, every woman will find themselves on a spinning bike. Not just to say we’re spinners, but because:

  • Low impact cardio
  • Lots of sweat production
  • High Calorie Burn
  • Perhaps you aren’t spinning enough at home ;)

After spin, I’m going to make kimchee!

Normally, I am wearing my sexy Brazilian workout clothes, but if I had exposed all that bruised chest area today, somebody might have assumed I was in an abusive relationship… which I am, but I don’t want to involve the police yet. We have a new spin instructor from Germany. She looks to be in her 20′s and when she teaches, I hate that I can’t tell the difference between her “15 seconds!” and “50 seconds!”. Like all exercise instructors, she has her catch phrases (imagine these spoken with a thick female German accent):

  • Ziss is NOT a Brhhhhek!
  • You vill get a shoht von soon! (I assume she’s talking about rest)
  • Maybe you need a leetle vahtah?!?

On top of the translating, I have to listen to her German techno disco music circa 1980. This has gotten better over the last few classes. But she always manages to play at least one song that seems interminable. Whenever it plays, I keep picturing guys named “Dieter” walking into the studio in black unitards doing modern dance moves.

Icon of the 80′s

Anyone who knows me, knows I used to say, “I only bike in Mexico.” This was true. Now, I bicycle everyday and I know I am better for it. I would love to bike when I’m back in the States. Google Maps tells me the distance between my home and Kroger (supermarket) is only 2 1/2 miles. Somehow though, I think biking my ass everyday to get a “basketful” of groceries in Atlanta will somehow get old.

POTLUCK

After spin, I rushed home to prepare for Nghi’s potluck lunch. I was bringing Corn Malabari and Cheese nan. I cooked the curry myself, but I bought the nan from Priya because it’s so yummy and making Indian breads still intimidates me. I admire Nghi because despite being so young, she is fiercely independent and self-contained. She and Michael (her husband) are on such an adventure, and it is nice to see the joie de vivre they have for life.

Feeling lucky!

This was just some of the offering at today’s lunch. As we settled down and sat around her low table to chat and share, I couldn’t help but think back to when I was a kid. My parents used to always have people over for dinners, drinks and games. The men would always end up in one room and the women in another with the kids just running around.

My Ex-Pat parents with some of their oldest friends

Those were such good times. Almost everyday I cook for my family with love and care. Today I shared some of my cooking with these strange women and surprisingly, it felt good. I sat around thinking how here we all are. Each one of us coming from different parts of the world sharing our food and our experiences, and yet, common in our endeavors to love through our food. Itadakimasu!

Until next time…

Portion Control

October 4, 2012 By in Aesthetics, Culture Shock, Daily Living, Living in Tokyo Tags: , , 1 Comment

Lesson 1:LIMITED CHOICES

Tokyo is the capital of portion control:

Training begins early

I had to laugh when I saw this at Chase’s Japanese doctor’s office. If you have ever been to a pediatrician in America, at the end of your visit, your child was probably shown a Costco-size bucket of stickers, or just an array of rolls like this:

Good for keeping you around for another 10 minutes

I was thinking about this this morning, because like the good American that I am, I believe “if a little is good, then more is even gooder.” So I swear, I literally jumped out of bed to turn my microdermabrasion kit on and use it on my elbows. I forgot that area my last Me-Monday, so I had to hit it first thing. If they come out with a home laser kit that’s any good, I’m going to be in real trouble. CRY-FOR-HELP: Please friends, if I start looking really horrible, “Save Me!” I am spending some of my microderming urges on Chase. He thinks it feels funny and I have brain-washed him into thinking I am literally saving his face so he lets me do whatever.

Lesson 2: EAT OFF PLATES NOT PLATTERS

Knowing that restaurants are going to feed you more portion-appropriate sizes is sort of a relief too. You don’t have to think about it anymore. You don’t have to feel badly about finishing your plate because it isn’t a platter. Most things here are sold and meant to be eaten in 1 or 2 bites!:

Seasonal Dumplings

Initially, the reduction in food portion size is a little shocking, but after a while, you get used to it and suddenly you understand again that satisfied does not equal stuffed. I’m starting to believe thinking itself is over-rated. I think that’s also why I like trainer-led exercise classes.

Lesson 3: DON’T FORGET TO CLEAN UP IN THE END

Chase, also being a good American required a lesson in portion control regarding toilet paper. It’s one of those things you never think you need to teach until you have to call the plumber because it looks like a mummy died in your toilet.

What does your technique say about you?

In the spirit of Tokyo and instruction manuals and portion control, I explained to Chase that we like to live 3-sheets to the wind. He then shared a very traumatizing memory of some toilet paper malfunction which evidently left him scarred and traumatized. Despite being pretty disgusted, I held him and told him to get over it.

Until next time…

Meditation Mikoshi Meanies

September 24, 2012 By in Chase, Holidays & Festivals, Living in Tokyo, Tokyo, useful Tags: , , , , , 2 Comments

Meditation

Fifth Grade means having to say you’re sorry… a lot. Like, “Sorry I threw your workbook at you” or “Sorry I yelled so much correcting your homework” or “Sorry my head started spinning after I saw yet another sentence without a period!” Over the past week however, I have discovered the wonderful world of podcasts. Now, I start my day by waking Chase up with Think Like A… Great Student Meditation podcast. Furthermore, I end each night listening to Steve G Jones -Hypnosis to Change Your Life sessions. I’m not saying this is the answer to your evening battles with your children, but I have to say after a week of this, I’m drinking less sake. Books are staying on the table. I’m breathing more and yelling less, and by the way, did you read my last blog? It was like I was on Ecstasy or something. Here’s my advise, if you’re at your wit’s end or just curious. Give it a shot. You really don’t have much to lose.

Minato-ku Fall Festival

Mikoshi

It’s Fall in Tokyo so that means Autumn Festivals abound! A Mikoshi is a sacred palanquin or litter placed on poles and carried on shoulders. The god or deity of the shrine is placed on the palanquin and then carried out to visit the community and bestow blessings. My good friend Angela, who is my global authority on everything, happened to mention an opportunity for Chase to carry the kid mikoshi through our area for Autumn Festival. I’m always happy to sign Chase up for hard labor. His life is just too damn good.

“Put your back into it!” -mom

He was a real trooper. The route was certainly not flat and took over an hour, but they gave the kids plenty of breaks. Chase never ceases to impress me how he jumps right into situations where he has no clue what he’s doing, surrounded by strangers, doesn’t speak the language and just rolls with it! I have so much admiration for him (and a secret bank account set aside for adult psychotherapy sessions). The people in the town thought it was terrific we were there. They let him clack the boards to start the procession and lead the chanting. It was also amazing to see how the people in their apartments would hear us coming and wave or step out onto their balconies. One really old guy walked right out in his underwear and I just looked at another mom and asked her in Japanese, “Is that old grandfather standing there in his underwear?” and smiling, she said, “Hai.” That dude gave me hope that maybe old age will be interesting.

Meanies

You can’t have school-age children and not be touched by bullying at some point. I recently had a revelation that what Chase needed was some comebacks. A lot of times, I feel like he’s blind-sided by these little assholes and doesn’t know what to say or do. We have encouraged him to punch faces or push, but that’s just not him. God bless him. So I thought, he needs a script. I need to give him some lines to deliver when he is being verbally bullied. For instance:

Bully says “Fuck You!”

Our suggestions:

  • You know what? You are a jerk, and I’m sorry your life sucks (spoken with genuine concern).
  • Dude… I’m not gay. (spoken seriously)
  • Wow! That’s amazing how you make crap come out of your butt and your mouth! (With genuine awe)

Now I know for a fact I have some very witty readers, so PLEASE feel free to reply back with some of your own.

Until next time…

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