Nose Mints

So its official, when I look at my passport, I do spend a lot of time in Japan. A couple of trips a year, a decade or so of travel to Japan, and it adds up to a lot of time here I've reached the point where I'm no longer interested in the mundane; I'm seeking out that which is quizzical, that which titillates my intellect.

I’m pleased to present “Nose Mints”. I love it with a passion. Not the mint itself, just the concept. I saw it last night in an AM/PM and just had to purchase it. It was only a few hundred Yen, no matter. It could have cost 1000 Yen and I’d still quickly purchased it.

I whipped it out at dinner tonight with out a second thought and proudly presented it to my colleges, all who whom happened to be Japan virgins. They had been in country only a matter of a few short hours, and the Nose Mints was too much. One would have thought that that I’d passed horrifically malodorous flatulence from the horrified looks on my colleagues scowling faces.

Relax, have a home brew, it’s just Nose Mints.

Coffee Nirvana

Wanna guess what I'm doing this trip?

Pancakes in Japan

I have no idea what these little babies are called, but I love them! You can pick them up at 7-11's or AM/PM's in the snack food section. Each package has four pancakes. Butter/jam has already been spread, so it's like a little pancake snack.
Yummy!

Father's Day

Father’s day has come and gone, and this year was a year to remember. Two of the kids spent the previous night at the house, so we stayed up late and watched a movie. The next morning they got up early and grabbed an Americano for me at Starbucks (being predictable in my beverage choice pays off!) and cooked breakfast for me (The house was filled with smoke! How can you do that with French toast anyway?) . I had to look around the breakfast table and smile a bit. Next year at this time, one daughter will be away in college and the other daughter will have gotten married and moved to Georgia or Nevada (military) to start a life on her own.

I’m so very happy that I had one last Fathers day exactly like that with my daughters before we all move on to the next stage of life. The next stage of life will be fine, but it won’t be like this, (daughters in the kitchen cussing over a French toast crisis) so I suppose I’m a little bit sad.

If I had one memory of Father’s day to file away in my memory banks to draw against on a rainy day, this was it. It was a good way to round out this stage of parenthood.