My fingers are cold

It is freaking cold here right now! In fact, my fingers are so cold that it's making typing difficult. Luckily, my host-family adopted a baby and, since they obviously want the baby to be warm, they fixed the heat in our house and now it's almost too hot at times. When winters first hit, it was really fun to slide around on the ice and pick snowball fights with my students and random kids in the street, but now I'm tired of almost falling on my ass every time I walk to the outhouse. Plus, who wants to haul food from the bazaar in such treacherous conditions? Let's just say I've been resorting to an old favorite and eating peanut butter out of the jar. Another thing that frustrates me is the little boys who like to perfect there aim by throwing snowballs and ice chunks at your head. On Saturday morning, I was walking past the Uzbek school when some kid hit me square in the back. I was so pissed that I snapped, "F--- you!" I yelled, in English, of course (passion just can't be translated into Kyrgyz). "That's right! You're ugly! Yeah, your face is ugly," and I ran away like some junior high girl that just got her pants pulled down at the Spring Fling. Afterwards, I was ashamed for yelling those things, but the only thing that kid understood was, "Man, that girl is PISSED!" He probably thought it was funny.
My boss is coming down from Bishkek this afternoon to interview us about our sites. She's also bringing packages that have been sitting at the embassy for three months - I can't wait to see what I get. I know that one of my packages has Christmas tree ornaments in it, which is a little late in coming, but maybe I'll decorate anyway. I listened to Christmas music just the other night and got all wistful, thinking about home. In one of my most recent packages, I got a pair of slippers to keep my feet warm in the house. The funny thing is, they are the slippers that Mary, my favorite schwuarma stealing roommate, bought in Spain! After she left, I kept them, took them back to the states, and then my mom sent them to me. They have been more places than I have.
Well, other than getting hit with snowballs and new slippers, there's not much to say. I miss you all and can't wait to talk to you again. Oh yeah, wish me luck on my job interview this Wednesday! I'm trying to work with the Central Asian student exchange program for two weeks this summer, so I would be teaching Kyrgyz, Uzbek, Tajik, Turkmen, and Afghan kids English before they leave for their year in the United States. But apparently there are only two positions and my experience is definitely lacking. We'll see what happens. Talk to you soon!