Wodka

No, I didn't make a typo in the title of this post.  That's how Mongolians actually pronounce "vodka".  I have a linguistics degree, so I know a little bit about how to tell people how to pronounce speech sounds, and I tell them all the time, "no, when you talk about how much you love vodka, you have to bite your bottom lip and blow out. I promise I'm not trying to make you look like an idiot; that's just the way we do things in English", but I don't think they believe me, because I still hear a lot about "wodka".  Oh, okay, at least I tried.

More Milk

Last month (or maybe it was even in October-- I'll have to check), I made a post about the outrageous percentages of milk in Mongolia and about how 2% milk is touted as diet milk.  Well, here are the pictures that prove it.  I can'timagine pouring 3.5 % milk on my Cheerios in the morning... ugh!

Bakeries...

in foreign countries kill me!  I mean, they all have these BEAUTIFUL cakes, and you would expect them to taste every bit as good as they look, but somehow, they never fail to disappoint.  And no, I'm really not as picky as I know I sound.  It's like bakeries in Asia don't seem to think that sugar is an important inredient in a cake.  So thy don't put any in.  And maybe they also think that butter isn't too important.  So cakes are lackin in that.  And the result i a cake that is dry and not tasty.  Disappointment.  But they sure are pretty to look at.

Feeling Bleh!

I got very sick yesterday.  Well, it was the sickest I've been in close to a year, anyway.  I'm not sure if it was a very mild flu or if it was food poisoning, but I just felt sucky.  Since I've decided to not get a phone here in UB, I couldn't call into work, so I had to go to my part-time job, hoping they would send me home.  I couldn't have called in to work anyway because people tend to not believe me when I say that I am sick (I was actually misdiagnosed as a hypochondriac once when in fact I have a degenerative autoimmune disease).  So, I went to work, felt sucky, went to the bathroom and threw up, and yep, I did get sent home.  My boss forced me to drink some Theraflu and then she drove me home (that was nice, or else I would have been stuck on public transportation in that state), and I went straight back to bed.  I've slept for close to two days straight now and I feel close to 90% of normal!  Huzzah!  I will go in to work tonight, even if I'm not 100% my normal, bouncy teacher self.

Incidentally, speaking of being sick, my first thought when I saw this bus was that the Easter Bunny must have thrown up all over it.