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Just a couple that I remembered from semi-recently...

James: "If I were a conscious dinosaur right now, I would..." (What?  What does that even mean?)

(Talking about our visiting guests)
Me: Do you know what they're up to tomorrow?
James: Nope
Me: Are they here tomorrow night too?
James: They smell like white people

Preservation of Adorable Wife

James; "You're so adorable."
Me: "Aw, thanks babe."
James: "You're so adorable, I almost don't want to have any kids with you, and have them with a different partners just so you can continue to be an adorable housewife."

I get it, and it's funny--James' compliments are sometimes unconventional and sound kind of ridiculous but all of the time they are from his heart.

Oh Shit, James Is Going To Die, Part I

One of the many reasons why I enjoy life so much may be because we are celebrating everyday because, simply put, we're not dead.  Yay!

From my perspective, James keeps on almost dying.  So when he doesn't (thankfully!!!) I am the happiest person on earth.  With a heart attack.

This has occurred a couple of times now, and one of them happened last night.  It has to do with this:

Ginger Baby

I'm preparing dinner.  I'm grating ginger.

James: "I feel like our first baby is going to look like that."

Me: "Uh...ginger?"

James: "Yeah! You know, like a ginger baby?"

Me (and Mahal who is standing nearby): "Umm, okay..."

James: "I'm serious!  Just google on ginger images.."

Me: "HAHAHAHA!! Ginger images? Is that like google images for ginger only?"

[hilarity ensues.]

[normally this joke would probably end here.]

James: "Can I see your phone?"

Me: "Yeah, it's right here."

James, typing: "Gi-n-g-er...b-aa-b-y..."

Me: "Are you seriously looking up 'ginger baby'?"

If you're curious about what my first born will look like, follow the jump...

Normal Convo #382

James: "I have something weird I just have to say."
Me: "Okay...What is it?"
(Roommate) Mahal: "Is it about the kimchee?"
James: "No, it's about lions."
Me: "What's in your pocket?"
James: "Underwear."

We're Moving!

Yep, our *very own* place!

No more sharing the bathroom, no more cleaning up after someone's boiling-over-rice-cooker mess (aka James' nemesis), no more competing for space in the egg tray in the fridge (James: "What the? Who put their eggs here??  This is OUR spot!")

We got this adorable 2LDK (that stands for 2 bedroom, living, dining, and kitchen unit).  The two rooms are tatami and the rest is almost all wood.  It feels like a traditional Japanese home.  I'm in love with all the natural materials inside and I can't wait to make it a comfortable, homey space.  

Let the nesting mode commence!

After we moved all the furniture into the new place on Tuesday (I luckily found a friend who was moving out of the country and we got a good set of starter stuff), we went to Nitori, a home store, and bought all of our new bedding/futon.  There were a million options (there were 2 isles of pillows alone!) which of course, totally overwhelmed me.  But James dealt with me amazingly and just let me freak out and talk my decision-making-thought-process out, made me laugh, and a couple hours later we walked out successfully with everything. Well, not literally walked out with it, because Nitori has an awesome system where they'll deliver your stuff to your door, so we didn't have to lug it onto the bus.  Horray!

Here's more of James being James...

Us, vol.2

Sometimes I feel like my life with James is a miracle.

We're two human beings, who come from biologically and culturally different families, who grew up in different geographical locations, who have a bagillion different experiences previous to us, etc. etc.  Then, these two human beings move across the ocean together, LIVE together, see each other for many hours of the day.  Everyday.  And we haven't killed each other yet.  (I debated putting the word in "yet", but it came out. So it's staying.)

Yesterday I had this huge meltdown.  The details are not so important for this, but we both had some part in the reason this happened.  I had one of those crying-so-hard-i-can't-br-br-ee-eeath-th cries.  I felt like shit.

*here's why it's a miracle*

We worked through it!  We're not perfect, and we're both super analytical/self-critical human beings that are constantly trying to improve.  But today we're smiling and laughing.  And coexisting.  Like right now, as I write this sitting on the bed, James is about 4 feet away watching a YouTube video about Katt Williams, his legs crossed, right hand on the mouse, left hand resting on his legs, his hand holding his chin kind of like that Thinking Man statue.

I'm so glad he is here.

We Get It

James just left to go have lunch with friends.  I see him off at the door.  The Japanese house with the genkan (entry way) level with the street and to enter the house it's a half step up, and that small grade change makes it a perfect height for me to stand on so that our heads our level and I can give him a kiss. (Is all this minor detail necessary?  It some how seems significant to the story...)

James goes out the door and I say bye and all that jazz.  I lock the door, run up the stairs to the kitchen.  Our kitchen has a bay window that looks onto the street below.  I instinctively run to the window, and what do I see?  James also looking up this way.  Ahhh!  He was looking this way too!!

I waved my arm off like a 5 year-old girl on a marry-go-round waving to her parents, until he disappeared behind the corner of a house.

Us, vol.1

[Throwback! About a year ago.]

Flights

Flights are our thaaang.

We buy the various products that are in the same category and try, and compare them.  Our recent favorites have been doing this with beer, sake, natto (納豆, fermented soy bean that's silky, stinky, and delicious), and the list goes on.  I think James has a stronger motivation in these types of experiments, but I've been known to be try-one-of-everything-type at potlucks my entire life (and classically, "hey, can I have a bite of that?"), so it really works out for the both of us.

I think this is a reason why: Both of us really enjoy seeing all that's out there, without any expectation, and then deciding what vibes with us.  Learning from experience.

Look at that.  Oozing "THIS IS YUMMY" and happy as a kid on Christmas morning.  (This was a test to see the difference between the limited batch fresh hops Santory Premium Malts and the trusty and tasty regular Santory Premium Malts.  The result?  Fresh hops ROCKS! and there's a diff.)

The Definition of Cute

"Sometimes I can't believe I'm married to you.  'Cause you're so cute.  Sometimes you don't even look human.  You're disproportionate.  Disproportionate is what make things cute."

James has such a way with words.

I love it.