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Yesterday was a pretty stellar day.

Who could ask for more when you get to spend 3 hours with your Grandma out to lunch at Good Earth, help her fill up her gas tank and chat for another hour back at her apartment afterward? I love this lady. She bring good luck too. True statement.

And isn’t she just precious. How couldn’t you love hanging out with her?!

In addition to hanging out with Gma McG, Tuesday also marked the release of my first published blog article “Finding My Healthy” at www.SheTaxi.com! This site is a private, subscription-only online vehicle for women to relate to different topics, be it Motherhood, being Solo, Daughterhood, Wellness, Sheness, etc. I definitely think it’s a great tool, but of course, I am a little biased. However, you should still check it out. Membership is free dura beta. πŸ˜‰

This would make me a writer, would it not? πŸ™‚

Now, I’m pretty sure good things happen in groups of three, too. Because, while out with Gma, I got a call from an Unknown number but refrained from answering at the restaurant.

That’s when I figured it was was a call regarding an interview last week. I told, maybe, 3 people about this interview, just in case it didn’t work out and especially because it was so intense, I was nervous about the outcome. Luckily, I had my lucky Grandma with me in this time of doubt. πŸ˜‰

While back at her apartment she said,

Well, I really hope you get the job Molly, because if you do, that means my apartment is lucky. You wanna know why? Both of your aunts received calls about selling their houses while they were here. So it must be lucky.

Don’t get me wrong, I was a little skeptical, but Grandma delivered!

I was offered the JOB!!!!!!!!!

I am now employed, and my Grandma is for sure a lucky charm, so if you have something in your life that needs a good vibe, just hang out with her. Or just stop by, because she’s pretty good company!

Coming up on A Minnesota Life…a product review, stop back soon, you won’t be disappointed!


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Rain? NOPE. Following through on a 10-miler for training, you betcha. πŸ˜‰

But first, Friday’s festivities were nothing short of action-packed. And guess what…Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun, please shine down on ME! (Yes, I remember that tune from our kindergarten recital). And I can’t seem to get it outta my head, because all weekend long, we were graced with sun and only sun (despite the forecast for rain both Friday and Saturday). I’ll take it.

Since Ms. ichi-nensei’s birthday was last week, we were headed out for a little cuisining on the town. Shabu-shabu style. The birthday girl:

And our delicious feast! Starting with a side salad (consisting of cabbage and sesame seeds…not much of a salad if you ask me). Delicious nonetheless.

Our Shabu-ing pot:

That there is the little ‘stove’ on our table, with the pot of boiling goodness (one side soy milk, the other water). Then the server will bring out spices and ground chicken (meatball) to add to both sides. Following that, multiple platters of paper thin meat to swish back and forth in the liquid and it is cooked and ready for flavorful dippage (sesame dressing, lemony sauce, or just plain). I obviously took a strong liking to the sesame, practically drinking out of the trough.

Mmmm, steamy goodness. Yes, I appear to be sweating. I don’t recall being over-heated, but the fact that I didn’t have time to go home between the gym and dinner may have something to do with it (gross).

After a fabulous and filling meal (that tasted even better with our $10 off coupon, since I was treating) I headed back to granny’s to call it a night. With a little ice cream dessert to top it all off.


From here on out, I don’t have pics (big bummer) but it was such a good weekend, that I’m going to ramble about it anyway, and if no one is interested in reading further, well then, I have a memory to look back on myself. πŸ˜€

Saturday morning I made the trek from the minami side (where I live) over to the josei side (where Crumpet lives, i.e. Alesha). I had some Skyping to do and she graciously left me the key to let myself in and chat up the fam and my favorite Kelly. It was GREAT catching up with her!! The last time we chatted was well before my travels to Korea and such. I miss her!!!

The fam is in good order too, always good to hear. They joke about having my room being taken over by extra furniture and knick-knacky things, or worse- my own things that I’ve managed to sneak under our piano in the front room from college)…all I gotta say- that room better be spik and span in T-MINUS 57 DAYS folks :P. I kid. Sorta.

After some chattin’, lounging, b-fasting, getting sucked into House, more lounging, and nearly convincing myself out of a workout, Alesha and I peeled ourselves off the couch and were determined to tackle my 10-miler for the day. Yay training. It’s these days where I’m not a fan of training. But it never fails, once I start, I’m good to go. A little company never hurts either. I had Alesha biking next to me all the way to Owani and back. The sun was shining, the rays were shooting down in between the clouds, perfectly highlighting Mt. Iwake in the distance (insert regret of not having camera: here). There isn’t a single day that mountain looks the same. Truly incredible, and quite the treat to run towards for the 2nd half of our out-and-back run. Did I mention the rice paddies are recently planted and growing rapidly? Beautiful summer days here in Aomori.

Side note. When I’m blogging, I frequently like to use my thesaurus to 1. Broaden my vocabulary and 2. use slightly more sophisticated words when appropriate. It never fails to remind me of this:

Monica: It doesn’t make any sense.

Joey: Of course it does. It’s smart! I used a thesaurus!

Chandler: On every word?

Joey: Yep.

Monica: All right, what was this sentance, originally?

Joey: Oh. “They’re warm, nice people with big hearts.”

Chandler: And that became, “They’re humid, pre-possessing homosapiens with full-sized aortic pumps?”

Monica: Hey Joey, I don’t think we can use this.

Joey: Why not?

Monica: Well, because you signed it baby kangaroo Tribbiani (Joey makes a ‘and-what’s-wrong-with-that’ look). Hey, why don’t you stop worrying about sounding smart and just be yourself!

Yes, I live as if they’re my own friends. πŸ˜€


Anyway, Sunday was greeted at 6a.m. when my internal clock said to get up. Slightly frustrating when the sun rises at 4a.m. in Japan. I crashed at Alesha’s (as per usual on any given weekend), and managed to press play on a season 1 episode of House, before dosing off into a deep slumber. Until noon. Well, that was a waste of a day. However, after sending off my India documents (and passport, eeeep) to Tokyo, and picking up a few grocery items, I was on my way to O-town to meet up with my NEW FRIEND! Tomo is a Japanese girl who is student teaching at the Junior High. She is from O-town and she and I go on runs after work some nights. Except tonight (Sunday), her family invited me over for dinner and beer (her father), ha, and a quick jog after the festivities.

Can I just say…I HAD A BLAST. More and more I am beginning to wonder why I decided to come home. Ok, that’s only partially true. I miss home SOOOO much, but the nicer the weather gets, and the more people I continue to meet (especially Japanese), I begin to get a little sad about the farewells.

Tomo’s family is awesome. Sadly, I didn’t want to bust out the camera at the dinner table, being a first-time guest and all, but maybe next time (since dad invited me back next Sunday…that was after quite a few beers on his part, so maybe those plans aren’t set in stone). At any rate, her family is so kind and welcoming and her mom is a fabulous cook. We ate okonomiyaki, which included squid…and I LIKED it. Who am I? Dessert (post-run) was some beer and a fruit & ice cream bowl. Next week, I’m makin’ them Sloppy Joes. Straight outta father’s mouth: “Mori- you cook, but my money. No cheese.” Haha, well you heard the man! I can’t wait!!

Tomo drove me home a little before 10p.m., her father in tow. He may or may not have been lying down, snoring in the backseat by the time we reached my house. See you next week, dad! πŸ˜‰


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