Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful

But at least the sun is shining. And there isn't any snow.

But there certainly is snot somewhere in Korea because all my kids keep skipping school, only to return days later to say, "Teacher, skiing' or "Teacher, snowboarding". A bit surreal when there's no sign of the white stuff where I am.

I am getting a little more giddy about Christmas, if only because our advent calendar has gotten to the point where there are TWO chocolates each day which means I get one too and not just the chocolate monster I live with.

Also because I'm around kids all day and they're getting excited - so much so that they never sit down for more than 5 minutes and are continually saying 'game teacher game' or 'free time'.

Yes, free time. Trust me, I'd like some more free time too. But that will not help you learn english. And the nerd teacher in me is far too dilgent, even for a Friday afternoon.

So, I'm finished for the week and am ready to leave my cold desk (who knew your fingernails could go numb? more later on Korean heating systems) and enjoy what I hope will be my last weekend in a cast.

I'm planning a late night shopping trip this evening (read: going to the 24 hour place AFTER some socialising) just so I can hobble around without people in my way.

And on Saturday, I'm hoping to enjoy a lovely evening, in my home, with friends, gathered around my little Christmas tree, which has a few presents - no thanks to the no-shopping-me but more to the greatest-mothership across the water.

Until then, enjoy your weekends. Warm. Cold. Wet. Wherever you are.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Whatdayamean MS! They're from the Santa Man himself. And I've heard from an insider that he's really glad that he wrapped them so nicely due to the fact that you're expecting guests.

hugs
ms

p.s. if your guests could guess what's in the packages, they'd think you'd been visited by the Grinch. eeks!

9:00 p.m.

kim joo mee said…

haha, I just realized both of our posts on Friday were from Christmas songs...OMG we are so similar. :) Hope veggin was nice yesterday, I'll let you know movie times...

9:57 p.m.

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