Tuesday, January 7, 2020

Coo Coo for fresh coconut...

I miss the coconuts that are grown in my front yard. Mangoes, bananas and coconuts are right there. Right at our fingertips. Ghana, you are missed. Nothing in any supermarket will ever rival something that is planted with your own hands. 

Scary movie ~ Korean version

These are my kiddies enjoying an end-of-semester scary movie.
Work hard and end rewards, kids.

Onions anyone? Can you cook?

Can someone please help me learn how to cook well. 
I try and try and try again. 
I just do NOT have that special gift of cooking. Sob!
But I will not give up.

Bubble Obsessed

I became bubble obsessed last year. I think it was the freedom and their ability to fly that drew me in and allowed me to feel free, if only for a few moments. 

Thank you bubbles.

Bikes! Fall 2019

I did as much biking as I could while it was warm enough to do it. There is nothing like biking to clear your head and to get your thoughts straight.

Thursday, November 7, 2019

The old bait and switcheroo, huh?

So EMart, a huge market chain here, used to have this for ten bucks. I bought it and it lasted a very long time. It was great to have a familiar option. Well, in South Korea, NOTHING IS EVER CONSTANT. They got rid of this brand for this low price. Instead they now have other smaller, more expensive brands. So you get 25% of the amount for almost ten bucks. Win for them, lost for the consumer. The time tested , and always successful, switcheroo.

I have seriously considered getting a COSTCO card here but JUST can't bring myself to do it. Maybe if I had a car and had easy access to doing a big haul once a month but, naw. 
I have a friend who has a card but he is one of those people who hates when anyone asks him to do anything. Like anything. So I've learned, after getting burned by his tongue once, never to ask him for a damn thing. Like if I was on fire, I wouldn't ask him to pass me a cup of water. He is held at arms-length because where I come from, that is NOT a definition of friendship. 

Long story, short.
Anyway, that is why I stopped eating oatmeal here. 

I miss sarcasm.

Sarcasm is lost in this country. 
I miss good old fashion, east coast sarcasm.