The most difficult part of blogging for me is to pick out a good title. I can never find one that really fits me and who I am. I love domestic science but seem to be blogging more about my in-laws. Few people got why I chose “Happy Homemaker”. So I began to read again my posts and saw a common theme. Most of my posts were about my life and struggling against sometimes serious, sometimes crazy in-laws. I am working hard to take good care of my family and to be nice to my in-laws. I am still labeled “the bad American wife.”
Oh, well, luckily I don’t live with them (not anymore anyways) so this is the story of the journey of the “bad American wife”, every Uzbek’s mother’s nightmare. I don’t like lamb, I eat at restaurants, and I like to have fun outside the kitchen on occasion. I dream of cooking like Julia Child and knit clothes that can be modeled on runways. I am opinionated and you just may not agree with me, but that is ok, I understand people are different. I love to travel and have been to East Asia, the Bahamas, lived in Hawaii and South Korea, and went to London last year. I am still not done!
Several times a year I visit my parents in rural Alabama. It is like Mayberry, with meth labs! My parents live isolated from town so I can relax and not worry about locking my doors. I did not grow up in the country. I grew up in a rough neighborhood in Memphis, TN. Kids brought butcher knives to elementary school and you ran for your life between classes. In high school we moved to East Tennessee where we lived with my great grandmother who had Alzheimer’s and my grandparents that lived about a ten minutes drive away. My blog would have been way more interesting back then.
My husband is Uzbek from Uzbekistan. I met him online. I wasn’t dating online. We hooked up on an Uzbek language chat room back when chat rooms were cool. I was interested in Uzbekistan after studying about Uzbekistan when I went to school in Korea. It was a long, long relationship with ups and downs. He was in New York and I was in Georgia. He joined the army, got sent to my favorite place in the world, Hawaii, and brought me there to marry him. It has been a fairy tale ever since! I don’t mean the happy fairy tales but rather the ones with monsters and ogres and ups and downs. We haven’t had our “happily ever after” part yet, but to be honest little girls out there, marriage is the beginning of the fairy not the end and you rarely have “happily ever after”. (though there are plenty of wonderful happy chapters!)
I married not only my sweet husband, but his family who HATE me! I live like the family on “Everybody Loves Raymond” on crack. We tried to live with his family but each time my husband had to throw them out. In the end he chooses his wife, the bad American one, who really isn’t so bad after all.