No pics, no frills, just trying to get Deb off my back... Eventually I may put some effort into this, but this post is basically a trial. My daughter scares me. She gets incredibly excited over anything "girly." Yesterday at the mall, she proclaimed "a GIRLY store!" when she saw what was, in fact, a very girly store. Same thing with "girly" shoes, "girly" toys, "girly" clothes, etc. The boys and I are truly frightened, so we generally try to slink away when such statement flow from the Kikster. Thank goodness I am not surrounded by the gentler gender like, say, our good friend Matt. I don't know how he manages.
On a different note, the predictions of me towering over the Japanese like a caucasion version of Godzilla are only in part true. I don't feel incredibly huge around here, but on occasion, it does become obvious. Last week, we had a festival on the base where we host a bunch of locals. There wasn't much going on from a medical standpoint, so I played basketball with some of the other medics and some of the Japanese medical volunteers. At one point, one of the Japanese walked up to me an politely asked how tall I was. I told him; he reported it back to his colleagues, and they all seemed to find that genuinely entertaining...
Well, I think I may have bought a few days of respite from the Deb "Blog your own crap!" standpoint. I'll try to do something with pics in the future.
2 comments:
just wait until Kiki perfects her little "please daddy, please buy me that pretty [insert girly item]" pout...then you'll be in big trouble!
you'll probably tower over people more when you venture further away from base.
I'm impressed--would never get hubby to blog! :-) Thanks for the laugh. I remember feeling tall when we lived in Japan, and I'm only 5'6"! So I cannot imagine how you feel!
Best to Deb and kids
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