Over the past few days I have learned a few things.
#1, I don’t function without my coffee.
#2, My In laws are controlling as fuck.
#3, Things never go my way and It’s always because of #1 or #2.. or possibly my OWN parents.
Friday was My husbands day off, a day I usually look forward to some quality family time and perhaps venturing outside of our quaint little town. But for the past few days he has had off I have been miserable and bored shitless. As he is working more and more he is getting fewer days off… good for the wallet? yes. Good for the wife… not really! Turns out that every day off he has we are tricked into doing a chore for the MIL. She will start out by asking us to buy something at the grocery store like a packet of cigarettes. We will get to the store and within 5 minutes she will call, add more things to the list… then demand I cook dinner.
I love cooking, don’t get me wrong. It’s on the top of my list of favourite things to do but I don’t like being told to cook and not given any time to prepare a recipe or think about what I feel like cooking. If I had my way I would every other night… but why tell me to cook on my husband’s day off? This gives me little to no time to spend doing things that I wanted and planned to do for days. I have been dying to go somewhere new… somewhere fun… somewhere with only me, my husband and our daughter. But can I do that? No. Because my MIL is a whore.
Well, she’s not really a whore per se, she’s just mad for cock and busy cheating on her husband and acting as though her life is so busy with work and needs me to pick up her slack.
I think I might suggest a compromise. I also think if that doesn’t work she will end up in a river somewhere living with the fish people…
At least Friday’s meal was a success. I cooked what I wanted to cook even though I had little time to decide.I kind of had this craving for lasagna for a while so I tried a new method of cooking it… in a fry pan.
I got the recipe from taste.com.au, a website I used to use quite frequently in my younger years. I didn’t really stay true to the recipe, and I can’t say I actually followed it at all. I just kind of pinched the idea of cooking it in a fry pan. IMO BBQ chicken meat in a lasagna is blasphemy and should be a punishable offense by law. What I did instead was dice 4 baby eggplants, a mince mix of beef & pork ( I never knew such a thing existed until I came to Japan) a HUGE onion which was probably the size of my daughter’s head when she was born, tomato basil pasta sauce, 4 garlic cloves and a whole bunch of basil and spinach. The recipe called for mixing the lasagna sheets through the mince before putting it into the fry pan…another punishable offense I believe. So I decided to cook the mince and layer the pasta sheets as you normally would. The recipe also required 2 cups of water to pour over the mixture with some sauce… Instead I blended a tin of diced tomatoes in juice and used some basil paste. It worked extremely well and I must say I’m very likely to continue cooking my lasagna in that way rather than baking it in the oven. If i was to do anything differently next time I would boil the lasagna sheets for a while first to minimize the cooking time even more. I even used an average cheese from the super (some torori cheese mix) and it worked out tasty.
After dinner was devoured by the family we randomly decided to head out to the local tanabata matsuri to check out the yatai and hopefully catch some kingyo. By the time we got there it was a little late, things were starting to close and there were no kingyo to catch. While walking amongst the herds of ikemen gangster boys, I noticed one place was still open. There was a little box with tickets flying around in it… 500en per grab. Just your typical prize game that most often results in some hideous cheap toy and tears that last for days. This one was different! There were Ponyo toys, hellokitty toys and disney toys. All of them looked cute, so we gave it a go. At first, the lady running the game gave my daughter a medium sized “stitch” plush toy. She loves stich, and watches lilo & stitch quite often… but she noticed the ponyo toys and started pointing. The woman then began to give a talk about how the “big” ponyo toys are fakes from china, and that the small ones were the real deal (didn’t believe her for a second.. but whatever, give my child the damn ponyo!) So she passed a smallish ponyo toy attached to some stick. I haven’t seen my daughter’s eyes light up like that since Christmas! I guess it didn’t matter what the size was.. we just felt lucky to have something! The lady said not to tell anyone that she gave us what we wanted by asking, and that the only reason she did it was because our daughter is cute… had to laugh at that!
Called it a night after that. My BIL was attracting attention as he is a little wannabe gangster too… we were followed, stared at and they tried to scare us by walking fast up beside us and staring. I can’t say it really bothered me apart from the fact I was trying to have fun with my daughter. So, I ended up passing her to my hubby who was completely oblivious to the fact that these little shits were trying to cause a scene.
I’ve been in situations like it before in my younger days. When I first came to Japan I was friends with a few guys that were running with the local bosouzoku in Himeji. They all act tough, but really they’re just a bunch of misunderstood misfits that want to get some attention from someone and they don’t care how they get it.
Thought we would try going again to the matsuri last night but instead I was forced to wait until 9:20 to have dinner as my BIL, an aspiring chef, decided to cook dinner. He’s a pretty funny guy, but totally clueless when it comes to anything. I’m starting to wonder if the “cooking school” he is studying at in Tokyo is actually teaching him anything because he tried making mayonnaise last night… with cooking oil… and he poured all the oil in at once. I was pretty horrified that they pay so much money for the little turd to study and live in Tokyo and he is yet to cook something properly. I just sit there and giggle, and pretend whatever he cooks tastes great.. serves the little bastard right fro breaking my things and taking what he wanted out of my storage and using it for himself in Tokyo. Not like my MIL would care, she thinks the sun shines out of his ass and lets him get away with anything. I guess that’s because BIL brings over his Ikemen friends… she’s just hanging out for pay day or something when she can get her hands on one or two of them… and that’s not a joke!
Have been trying to convince my hubby that we need a new car. At first he was all for it, he told me what car he wanted and we agreed we would get it. For some reason he asked his parents for their opinion. They have pretty much spat the dummy and said we should live with what we have… which is a 2 door sports car, and not a family car! Now he wants to keep the peace with them and is scared his father, who acts like a fucking 5 year old will complain and cause a fuss. I’m the one that has paid for most of the car including repayments, modifications and other random shit we didn’t need. I don’t see why hubby thinks it’s HIS car. It’s OUR car, and if you want to go putting a name to it… it would be mine because I have bought everything! My baby bonus went all towards that car, and stuff for hubby. So, not sure why the in laws have a say.. when they have never paid for it, they don’t have their legs squashed in the back of it… they didn’t squeeze a child out from their LULI and receive a payment that went towards it.
I think I just need to bring it up in conversation, and if they still whinge about it… I will tell them to harden the fuck up. It’s pretty rich coming from them, not letting us make our own decisions when they demand us to do things.
Just the other day they demanded I teach English to them and their friends(yes, another demand. they didn’t ask, they told me I will be doing it). Many thoughts are running through my head about this. I need to make money, but do i sacrifice my own sanity by doing so?
Why should I give in to them when they won’t let me get a new car? There’s a lot I could do with the money… I have a long list of appliances and furniture I am still yet to buy, I could pay for dance lessons for my daughter.. I could go to the dentist or something.. but is it worth it?
I’m thinking along the lines of NO. English is my only escape from them. If they learn… they will know what I’m talking about. They will know what I mean when I mutter insults such as “cock whore” and “dumb fuck”
I don’t see the benefit of it… unless they can agree to back off and let me make my own decisions. That could be worth it… in the end.
Another low blow this week, my trip to china and Hong Kong looks to be canceled thanks to my own idiot mother. She’s the biggest hypochondriac I know and has been milking it off being sick. She’s been in bed for a few weeks. She just lays there watching tv and eating ice cream.. telling everyone she can’t move because she has Ross River Fever, which is an arboviruses or arthropod-borne virus from mosquitoes. The doctor said she had SOME form of virus, but wasn’t exactly sure. That hasn’t stopped her from telling everyone she has it. Then last week she started complaining that her hip hurt (this didn’t stop her from going to bingo and playing the poker machines at the RSL) Dad has been playing nurse for the past few weeks. I’ve done it before. It’s hell. She calls out every 10 or 15 minutes in a “sick” voice (bitch, your voice aint broke so why act like it is??)
and asks for a tea, or for you to rub her back. Dad had enough and took her to the casualty section at the hospital. They did some scans (or as my dear mother would call it… an “exer-ray“… yes, she STILL hasn’t figured out it’s just an X-ray) and told her she probably just pinched a nerve from being a fat ass and sitting down all day. I don’t think she took the news too well. very reminiscent of when Peter Griffin (family Guy) was told he was fat. What do you expect? sitting down all day eating ice cream, driving to a place of gambling that’s only 5 minutes walk away and sitting down putting stupid ink dots on stupid numbers on stupid pieces of paper. She has cost dad his deadlines for work, made him stressed, made his boss pissed off enough to say that his “family” cannot travel with him anymore as it’s too much of a distraction. Would have been lovely if my 19yo sister could help but she’s a fucking hermit who doesn’t even step outside more than once or twice every few months unless it’s to go to a doctor or something. Really disappointing and sad that my father can no longer have me and my daughter go visit while he is in China.
It’s been a pretty crappy few day.I guess I’ll sit here and contemplate a lot of things over another cup of coffee. My only escape for now.
oh.. and my mil is a whore.
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