Monday, March 14, 2011

Shoe DNA?


I have boys that love shoes. All three of them. It obviously must be something in their DNA.

Today was a particularly interesting shoe day as Mr. Rant stated he only had one pair of shoes he could wear. The tupperware full of shoes in my closet begs to differ, not to mention the ones in the laundry area.

That's when he started to explain himself. My converse are too casual, my brown Pumas pinch my fingers (I always correct him but it never sticks. Very cute), my orange Pumas are too thin for the amount of walking I'll do today, and so on and so forth.

Talk about adjusting generalizations of the sexes.  Throw me a pair of Havaianas and I'm set!  Of course that makes dressing me up a bit of a strain. At this point I'm so unaccustomed to heels that I walk like a large straight man dressing like a woman for the first time.

The funniest part is, my boys are the same as my husband!  Both of them are obsessed with their shoes.  Once they realized that there was a selection to choose from, they insisted on picking out which ones to wear.  And they get super pissed if any of them ever get "misplaced" or are unavailable. 

Then again, I should have known. Brother-in-law is also a shoe fanatic. Hell, he even makes sure his Havaianas match with his boardshorts. He's taking metro to the beach baby.

Ah well, what can a girl do. So what if my oldest went through a 6 month stage of only wearing his rain boots during Rio de Janeiro's summer.  Choice of footwear is not a mountain I'm willing to die on.

At the very least, all three of my men are happy to let me dress them.  That is as long as I let them pick out that special pair shoes calling to them from the pile. 

And the Giveaway Winner is:


It's time to announce the winner of my Havaiana giveaway and get myself out there shopping and mailing.

I want to thank everyone for entering! I was really surprised with how much activity my little giveaway got! Then again, Havaianas pretty much kick ass, so I really shouldn't be surprised.

I took 204 comments, removed 3 which were not entries, and took to a randomizer at randomizer.org.  I bet you didn't realize how efficient and organized I could be. Turning you on isn't it.

Anywho, The winner is lucky 2bkate with a size 9.5 - 10 in purple/blue/or whatever sexy color I like, you are the winner!

Please contact me by email: racheljapi@gmail.com 

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Real Romance


Let's face it, love has it's ups and downs.  This goes double for those of us who "make it" in marriages.  It really isn't a surprise because people are freaking annoying.  We all are!  And this can go threefold in cross cultural relationships. Just as Mr. Rant.

So I thought I'd write a little ditty about what I think romance is. I'm sorry folks, there are no roses or candles in my romance.

Mr. Rant, this bad boy is dedicated to you!

* Taking out the trash because you know I hate it more than you.

* Waking up with the kids, even if it's your day to sleep in, because you know I am exhausted.

* Encouraging nights out with my girls. It makes both me and you saner.

* Picking up a bottle of wine on the way home. Not because I asked but because you could hear it in my voice... or screams.

* Making sure my favorite series are recorded, even if it's (gasp) Grey's Anatomy. Which I'm over by the way. Totally jumped the shark.

* Eating the same flavor pizza every time we order from Dominos. I can't help it, I love Catuperoni! Pepperoni and Catupiry cheese. If you don't know what this is, time to educate yourself.

* Telling me that I didn't need to worry about losing the baby weight when I really did. We talked about it after said weight was lost. He got a bit scared for a minute. I looked at pictures. He had a right to be!

* Sleeping with the bedroom door open with the night light even though it annoys him. I want the kids to be able to find us...

* Encouraging me to blog, even though I write about him or his family half the time.

* Liking me "fuller" than I was when we married.  Apparently, before I was too skinny.

* Laughing with me mid-fight because, let's be honest, we were both being ridiculous.

What is "real" romance to you?

This post is dedicated to the Tweets: @Mrsmakeaway and @ambzboogie

The Nanny Culture


I live in a Nanny culture. Middle and upper class Brazilians are very accustomed to having this extra help. Much of the time, the nanny is the full time maid who babysits when it's needed. Let's be honest, how much work does a maid have in an apartment that's smaller than a McDonalds.

What kills me are the weekend Nannies! Since I'm not super opinionated, just a smidgen, I'll give license to the parents who do hang with the kids on the weekends and just bring the nanny with them for an extra hand. Hell, I'd love that for myself!

What gets me are the weekend nannies hanging around sans parents.  I'm not talking occasionally either. I can name at least 4 little kids at from neighborhood park who cruise Nanny-style every weekend.

I got the opportunity to chat with one of these weekend nannies one day at the park. You see, I already knew the children and the weekday nanny from said park and chatting started as the kids played.  I finally got up the nerve to ask where the parents where. I mean, it was 10 am on a Saturday!

I was very seriously informed that 'both parents are very important doctors. They work very hard.'

I see. Doctors are on-call normally. It's a stressful job. I totally get it.

That's when she added, 'so they need their rest during the weekend.'

What?

Apparently they did not work weekends nor were they ever really on-call.  But they worked hard all week so they preferred to have a drink on Friday and sleep in/rest on Saturdays.

Did they not get the memo that you need the sleep deprivation patch in order to be considered honorary parents?

And it doesn't stop even close to there. I actually had a student, the one who offered me a job, tell me that I needed to go after a career for myself. He was worried about me.  Plus his children were raised by nannies and turned out just fine.

Fair enough, but here's the thing, I did not have children to hire someone to raise them! I get daycare. I get needing to make a living. I TOTALLY get needing a night out every week.  But to have someone literally raise your children? No, you do not get to have your cake and eat it too!

Before you get me wrong, my outrage isn't because I don't get the sleep/freedom/free time.  It's not even because I think the kids are not being raised right. You get yourself a good nanny down here and she's capable of schooling any mother upside down and sideways.  It's the family, the life, and love that both parents and kids are missing out on.

I highly believe that half the parenting happens while soothing a sick child as they vomit on you. I think you bond as you play soccer or tell them NO.  We grow up together, the kids absorbing the little cool the parents have left and the parents becoming warn down grandparents with stories to tell.

It's not easy being a parent and I can see how these new ones with nannies get sucked into handing the baby over to "better" care. I can't even tell you how many times I've seen a nanny take a small baby out of Mommy's hands because baby is fussing. Honestly, the reason I don't have one is because she would have been bitch slapped at that exact moment and I would have been sued.

All this being said, I know a countless number of families who have the help and are just as involved as I am. Of course they have washed hair, manicured nails, and can afford fat pants instead of dieting.

And to top it all off with a generalized cherry, I was once told that I don't like help because I'm too American. We Americans are overly accustomed to doing things ourselves and can't manage to delegate tasks to the help.

Well, that sounds a hell of a lot better than my being annoyed by sharing my 2 foot box called an apartment with yet another person because THIS American is used to homes with space!

Personally, it comes down to wanting to do it myself with my boys. I want to be the one running around with them.  Plus, I feel lost with absolutely no housework. I don't think it's good that my attention is only on the kids and the kids have no chores themselves.  That being said, I feel a maid twice a week does no harm at all. And you know what, you can't convince me otherwise! 

Friday, March 11, 2011

Brazilian Consulate Information in Tokyo


The Brazilian Consulate in Tokyo is attending via:

email: comunidade@brasemb.or.jp

Phone: 81 3 3404 5211

My thoughts are going out to all the people of Japan.  My condolences to all that lost loved ones and livelihoods.  And my prayers to the country as a whole.

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