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The Hunt for the Endangered Goldfish Cracker

The threat level has been lowered and this life-changing crisis has been averted… at least temporarily.

Shortly after posting my emergency panic to the world, I was given a lead on the elusive Pepperidge Farm Goldfish Crackers. Later, this intel was confirmed by another source, so I was fairly confident in its validity.

I was now on a mission. I had to make my way to the COEX mall in Seoul in search of the endangered snack that brings such happiness to my world. I was told to look for the place that sells Jelly Belly’s and there I would find my prize. Unfortunately, I had no store name with which to proceed.

I arrived at the COEX, pulse pounding. I could sense my prey’s presence. But it is a very large mall. I began searching for any stores that carried jellybeans, but found none. I went from one end of the mall to the other, looking in every shop window. I found plenty of jewelry and boatloads of other junk that wouldn’t fulfill my hunger.

The other problem I faced was that I did not have the handphone numbers of either of my informants. I was becoming concerned that despite the multiple sources, my hunt would be fruitless. Then I realized… I had the number of someone that could put me in contact with my first contact.

Soon I was conversing with someone that could put me on the right track. She described the area that housed the shop. It was in an offshoot section of the mall in an area I had not visited yet. I recalled seeing the signs she mentioned and was already on my way by the time we hung up.

My “fish-dar” was going wild! They were close… very close.

Suddenly, out of the farthest corner of my eye, I spotted a store that resembled the one of which she spoke. This had to be it. All the landmarks seemed to fit. I walked into this mecca for American snacks and various foods.

I saw Honey Roasted Peanuts for 13,000 won. I found very small packs of Oreos for 5,500 won. Both these overpriced items made me fearful for what I might have to pay for my treasure. But at this point, I was desperate enough to cut off an arm. As I turned, I saw a bright light beaming from an unknown origin.

THIS WAS IT!!! Bags and bags of gold… goldfish, that is.

My usual calm demeanor was now replaced with one that could best be described as “Gollum-like” in nature. I loaded bag after bag into my arms and took them to the checkout counter. The look on the woman’s face was priceless. She even gave out a high-pitched “huh” of shock. She counted. “Nine bags?” she asked. “Oh… no,” I replied, “ten.” There was that sound again. She rang them up and placed them into the first shopping bag… and then into the second. The beauty of the total price… THEY WERE HALF OFF!!!

My quest was an overwhelming success and I walked out of the store carrying two large shopping bags of Goldfish Crackers. Boy I must have looked like an idiot. But I didn’t care. Chances are now that I might make it to Christmas now.

Top this shopping trip off with a trip to On The Border for a spicy chimichanga (I chose that over Sbarro) and it was quite the costly day. But in the end… to appease the monster inside of me… it was all worth it.

Oh… I got the same look from the woman when I went back and bought five more bags after lunch. I mean… who knows when I’m going to get a chance to go back? And, at 2,000 won a bag, I couldn’t afford to let this little taste of sanity go swimming away.

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We Are At The Highest Level Emergency Status You Can Possibly Imagine!!!

We’re at the highest level of emergency protocol here, people. This is nothing to joke about or to be taken lightly. I have just discovered my life is in serious peril here in the country of South Korea and I don’t know if I’m going to survive it. I suppose I should start at the beginning.

I was starting to run low on groceries, so my friend and fellow teacher, Erin, and I went to HomePlus, one of the major grocery chain in the area, to stock up on much needed supplies. Oh… if only I’d known what I was about to discover, I wouldn’t have gone on this trip and continued to live in peaceful bliss.

We arrived at the store and were filling the cart with the much needed supplies. I’d picked up some bulgogi, a couple glass pitchers for making iced tea and some delicious wheat bread that I recently discovered they finally started selling in Korea. As our trip was winding down, I suddenly remembered something I needed to pick up. I ran to the chip and cracker aisle to snag a couple bags of my comfort snack… Pepperidge Farm Cheddar Cheese Goldfish Crackers.

I turned the corner to the aisle and that’s when it happened. The most horrible atrocity I’d encountered since my arrival to these shores just over a year ago. My hands are shaking as I type this. I went to grab at the bag of heavenly comfort, when I noticed… there were no bags of Goldfish Crackers. Instead, in their place, I found… GENERIC PRINGLES!!!

This couldn’t be happening to me!!! Then the gears of my mind started whirling. Perhaps I was on the wrong aisle… nope. Maybe they were on another aisle with the dessert Pepperidge Farm products… THAT HAD TO BE IT.

NADDA!!!

I tried to run to find Erin, but my legs barely moved. She spotted me in my desperate state and asked me if I was okay. My voice quivered as I told her of my grisly discovery. She refused to believe it. She beckoned an employee, pointed to the shelf and in her best broken Korean tried to ask about the crackers. When he didn’t understand, she tried acting like a fish by puckering her lips and flapping her hands on her cheeks like gills. Suddenly the man understood. He called the back on his walkie and for a few tense, breathless moments… we waited.

Then the reply…

He waved his hands at us, in an indication that they no longer carried the only snack that could possibly help get me through the hardest times in my life. I kept thinking I need Goldfish Crackers at this moment to help me cope with my lack of Goldfish Crackers. My knees began to buckle as I could no longer support my body weight. My fingers went numb as my body when into a cold shock. I was dying.

How long could I last? Sure, I have 5 1/2 bags of my new favorite flavor (Garden Cheddar Flavor-Blasted Goldfish), but how long will those really sustain me? I give it until October before I’m forced to throw myself out my 11th floor apartment window.

We made it back to the van, a look of weariness accompanied the drool that was now running out my permanently opened mouth. The life-force drained completely from my body, we returned home. I put the now seemingly insignificant items I bought away in their cabinets and various new homes. I collapsed into bed, my life completely devastated.

How will I make it without my Goldfish???

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Can Anyone Tell Me On What Aisle I Can Find “Sleep”?

So I’m talking to a friend of mine about how people that haven’t lived outside the States (American territories and Canada don’t count) just don’t understand what it’s like to take everyday luxuries for granted.

Brandon: I mean, what’s the big deal about going to Target or Best Buy??? Nothing if you can do it any time you want. But when you can go to Barnes and Noble and not have to shop in the foreign section… that’s huge!

John: Right… the first time i walked into Wal-Mart i just wondered around for about an hour.

Brandon: Same with me at Kroger and Kohls. Actually, I was wondering around Kohls mostly because I was jet lagging and didn’t know what was going on.

This conversation took me back to a time long, long ago. It’s another My Reboot @ 30 first: The My Reboot @ 30 FLASHBACK!!!

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The year is 2010… the month… June. It’s early afternoon and I’ve just returned from Korea two days prior. My body is less than willing to be walking around considering it should have been sleeping at the moment.

My parents and I have decided to take a shopping trip to get some school shopping out of the way and to buy some nostalgia food for me to consume as I’m temporarily residing in the States. We made a stop at one of my favorite all-around stores: Kohls. I love the prices and the selection (and the free merchandise for pumping you on my blog… please, please!!!).

I had just found some great slip-on shoes, which are convenient considering every time you walk into a Korean home, you are supposed to take off your shoes. Unless, of course, you’re having a bad “anti-Korea day” and you wear your shoes throughout your apartment. That’ll show ‘em.

As my dad is off trying on some pants and my mom is searching for some house-wears elsewhere in the store, I’m left alone to search for some clothes. Suddenly, it hits me. From out of nowhere and when you least expect it, jet lag can strike you. And boy… did it pack a punch. One second I’m walking… the next I’m grasping for display counters and clothing racks. Unknowing viewers might have thought I was drunk or perhaps having a health crisis. Alas, no one comes to my aid.

Soon I get my land-legs back and it’s off to our next shopping adventure. We head to Kroger where I’m found wondering aimlessly with my mouth hanging open and drool oozing from it. This was the first time I’d seen this much food with English text written on the labels. I remembered all the good times my friends Frosted Mini-Wheats, IBC Root Beer and Cheddar Cheese SunChips had had during the years. It was like going to a reunion that you actually wanted to attend.

We loaded up the cart with the aforementioned goodies, as well as Butterfinger Ice Cream, Garden Vegetable Flavor-Blasted Goldfish (my new favorites by the way… if you happen to want to send me a care package) and lunch meat… REAL LUNCH MEAT!!!

Then it happened. It wasn’t quite narcolepsy, but next thing I know we are home. I seem to recall a hazy meeting with one of my mom’s friends, an incident in the cereal aisle, finding Strawberry Milkshake Whoppers on clearance (and buying them all) and her handing me the keys to drive her vehicle which I can apparently do while dazed.

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Back to Reality

Errrgggggghhhhh…

It’s back to crispity, crunchity, air-dried laundry again.

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Making a Run for the Border!

It all began as an awesome day of screen golf with Craig and Jim. The thing that made it so awesome was the fact that both players were quite off their respective games and, for a short time, I WAS WINNING!!! In case you don’t believe me… here is the proof:

Look who's in 1st place!!!

Look who's in 1st place!!!

In the end, Jim still won the match, but I came in second. As you can see by the following picture, I blame the 3 wood for my problems.

I HATE THIS CLUB!!!

I HATE THIS CLUB!!!

As the evening drew on, Craig and I watched a movie and I was pushing to stay awake due to the continued battle with jet lag. As 9p came closer, the hunger pains started growing and I was in need of munchies. So Craig and I hopped the bus and thought outside the bun.

The tastes of Korea changed a bit over the summer. No, they didn’t stop eating kimchee, but rather an American institution of Mexican decent came to Itaewan. Koreans can now enjoy… TACO BELL!!!

From what I gathered, Taco Bell has been pretty slammed since it moved to the area. Lines have apparently been out the door sometimes. I guess it just proves that Koreans and ex-pats without Yongsan base access were really jonesing for nachos, tacos and Crunchwrap Supremes.

I ordered the Grilled Stuft Burrito and nachos combo (which is cheaper over here than it is in the States). Taking my first bite, I was swept back to the familiar tastes I’d been programmed to love years ago. There seemed to be a slight change in the taste, but for the most part, it was no different than a Taco Bell on any American corner.

Here’s the receipt to prove it:

Have fun translating

Have fun translating

Overall, I found it a delicious taste of the States, but I also missed a few of my favorite meals that are not offered on the Korean menu: Chalupas, Meximelts, Volcano Tacos and Cinnamon Twists. Personally, I’d be happy just to add Chalupas to the menu. Please consider this Taco Bell people.

Oh… about 30 minutes after I finished eating, I also found another similarity to American Taco Bell as well.

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Where Would You Rather Go?

The married guys take a night to bachelor it up with some of the single guys before many of their spouses return to Korea. Don’t worry ladies… nothing crazy happened… unless you consider that six hour game of “Risk” crazy. It was a night of Dodgeball on the Wii and not talking about certain taboos… or rather not saying the words that are printed on the “Taboo” cards.

Another teacher, Jarrod, kindly opened his home for the evening’s festivities and soon the fun began. Craig, Jim and I headed over a little after 7pm. A few games on the Wii provided entertainment for those looking to find humor in how little I play video games.

But soon, we switched to a game that was more my style… “Taboo.” It’s fun working around the system, using synonyms that are not listed on the card in order to get the other players to speak the taboo word. I also have a lot of fun guessing the words as well. It’s interesting to see how other people adapt their clues.

But what happened next showed just how much I’m compatible with my friends and more of a reason to love them.

Jarrod was giving the clues while Jim and I tried to guess the word. Jarrod looked at the card and said, “It’s a movie… Night at the ______________…”

What would your response have been?

Now this is why I love Jim so much. In almost perfect unison, we both shouted, “Roxbury!!!”

Jarrod looked at us like it was the most ridiculous answer he’d ever heard.

“WHAT?!?” he exclaimed.

Then it dawned on me that he was looking for “museum” in this case. But still… It was a totally valid answer. I’ve been listening to the soundtrack ever since I heard “What is Love?” on Sirius XM over the summer. And the fact that Jim and I both thought the same thing simultaneously could be considered either incredibly scary or insanely AWESOME!!! No… yessssssss… MAN!!!

You don’t want to know how I got Jim to figure out “sausage”.

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The Flashing Sign Over My Head Reads “Instigator”

Heading up to Pennsylvania today for my cousin Seth’s graduation party, Fourth of July and family reunion. Started the day off early because my sister wanted to miss all the traffic on the drive up. I was unsure there would actually be traffic. However, she was quite adamant about leaving before 6am. I reluctantly got out of bed and we began our journey.

She was driving rather quickly. It’s a wonder she wasn’t pulled over. Eventually, she needed to nap and I took over the driving responsibilities. This resulted in much anxiety and stress on her part. I was going the speed limit and this wasn’t good enough for her. According to the GPS, we were losing time. She even had to take a Xanax.

When we finally arrived at our destination (in one piece and with no moving violations), I was quickly whisked off to help pick up the supplies for my cousin’s party. By the end of the trip I had to share the backseat of the vehicle with 20 multi-colored mylar balloons.

We got to the house and I was warmly welcomed by family members and friends I hadn’t seen in years. It was great to see everyone. We put the finishing touches on the rather elaborate setup and waited for the first guests to show up. It was an incredible spread. Of course, Grandma Donna and Uncle Larry are world-class cooks and so you always know you’re going to have a tasty meal.

But the real fun came later in the evening when a nefarious plan was uncovered involving an attack on Seth with water balloons. Word seemed to be spreading like wildfire, so I had to warn Seth. Of course, I was the one who hatched the plan and you know how I love to add unexpected twists to the best laid plans… including mine.

As I was standing there telling him about the plan, two of the guys walked up with balloons in their hands. It was obvious what their intent was and because it was my plan, I was handed a balloon.

Seth’s cousin, Craig, was the first to throw a balloon. It made contact, but bounced off and landed unbroken on the ground. Next, the other guy threw his balloon and it flew past Seth’s head and landed squarely on the ground, bursting upon impact. With Seth’s attention distracted, it was the perfect opportunity to land a shot. And that’s exactly what I did… right on the left side of his shirt. Completely soaked, Seth had that look of wanting to kill me, but realizing just how humorous the situation was.

I then went to Sarah, Craig’s sister, and informed her of the secondary plot to drench Seth, which of course was also my idea. She jumped at the opportunity and grabbed a couple of her girlfriends, a few balloons and they went in search of their target. After being unable to locate Seth, they turned their sights upon some unsuspecting boys at the party and that’s when the water balloon fight kicked into high gear.

I just sat back and watch with a devious smile upon my face. I’m an instigator and I was seeing the fruits of my labor coming into fruition while realizing just how evil I really am.

By the way… I never ended up in anyone’s crosshairs.

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Blue Balls Flying Everywhere!!!

You may remember that before I moved to Korea, my dad introduced me to the game of racquetball. I really got into the game and fell in love with it. It’s a great workout and fast-paced enough to keep my attention. However, the only place to play in Korea is on the military base, to which I don’t have easy access.

Now I have returned to the States and am raring to get my racquetball on. One of my main competitors is Kristina. She probably the person I’ve played with the most. So a few days after I returned, I called her up to set up a playing time.

“I have a blue ball with your name written all over it,” I said as she answered the phone.

Apparently this is considered creepy and was interpreted as quite nasty. She thought I was a guy she went out with once. After taking a moment and telling her who was calling (my phone number was new, by the way), she was less creeped out.

We set up a time for today and got my former roommate, Ken, to join us as well for a rousing game of “Cutthroat”… my best game. It started off civil enough… and then the cringing and shrieking and screaming started. All of this was by Kristina, by the way. According to her, it’s her self-preservation instinct. I don’t understand. Sure, last year I hit her with the racquet once or twice and perhaps a few misplaced shots with the ball left giant welts on her body. But is that any reason to tense up and put your hand in front of your face any time I swing when I’m behind you? There were some times I didn’t even swing!

I feel a lack of love and mistrust in the room. Ken wasn’t doing it. I know… perhaps we could pick up a helmet and some body armor for next time… for me… because I’m going to be the one getting hit with a racquet after this taunting I’m posting for the world to see.

In the end, I WAS VICTORIOUS!!! I won my first game back on the court in 10 1/2 months!

I don’t want to talk about the other 3 games, though.

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Are My Clothes Supposed to Be This Soft???

There are a few things I never figured I’d miss that much when I got to Korea. However, now that I’ve returned to the States, I’m noticing things a little more. Today, for instance, I did my laundry. The big difference… the dryer.

I’ll refer you back to August 16, 2009 where I showed what Korean laundry day is like for me. Washing is fairly similar, but drying is done on a clothes line and/or drying rack. Air-dried clothes… definitely not the same as using a dryer.

As I took the clothes out of the dryer, the feeling of warmth was amazing. In addition, there’s that fresh smell of the dryer sheet and fabric softener. But to top it all off, the softness of the clothes… you forget about it. When I put my socks on, I couldn’t believe the difference. After nearly a year of crusty air-dried socks, I was shocked that I’d forgotten how fluffy and comfortable my socks could be on my feet.

So this prompted me to make a list of a few of the things I missed about America… in no particular order:

Fresh air
Drinking water from the tap
Going to the bookstore and not having to go to the foreign section
Being able to read all the signs in the stores
Chick-Fil-A
Frosted Mini-Wheats
Cheddar Cheese SunChips

But not to be forgotten, I have found I miss some things about Korea as well:

People that aren’t excessively rude
Screen golf
My students
Amusing World massage chairs
Korean high-speed internet
Lotteria Shake-Shake fries

Now this is just a short list on both. Way more I could have put in, but didn’t feel the need to compile a long list. Well, I’ll be trading one for the other soon enough.

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Shaving Will Apparently Get You a Woman

Exam day… what a relief!!! I’m that much closer to summer. Two exams down and one to go. Chaos as I administered exams to nearly 55 kids and then had to collect and grade the condition of all their textbooks. After that we had a yearbook signing party which was fun, but mass hysteria. Good times were had and Erin and the yearbook staff did a good job of putting it together.

Later, as I was talking to some students in front of my apartment complex, an older Korean man came up and started making conversation. This is odd, but at the same time, not an anomaly. I’ve had some Koreans who just stop me on the sidewalk or on the subway to use their limited English to speak to me. So this wasn’t a big deal.

Big problem: he was drunk.

We could smell the beer and soju on his breath every time he spoke directly to one of us. The whole time, he kept going on about how old I was, but still single. Then he added, as he rubbed my face, that if I were to shave, I’d really have the Korean women all over me. Granted, most of this conversation was being translated through my students, but the awkward laughs they made told me they didn’t know what to make of this guy.

I showed him the following picture from before I came to Korea:

My students call me "Bigfoot."

My students call me "Bigfoot"

He definitely knew how to curse in English. He didn’t believe it was really me.

Eventually, I realized this guy wasn’t going away on his own, so I told him I needed to go grade exams. My students said they needed to go with me and the man finally said goodbye.

As we rounded the corner, one of the students asked why the other was going with us (because he didn’t live in the apartment complex). The student replied, “I was just afraid to be left alone with that guy. I figured I’d follow you and it’d be a good way to get away.”

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