curl-free and guilty

i broke down and bought a very good flat iron. $28-good. it was a good investment. that thing works miracles. it can straighten my entire head in less than 30 minutes. how's that for amazing? i've decided to temporarily retire my 2" curling iron. this new flat iron even straightens my bangs... cool. i can't get used to having straight hair. during the day, i keep trying to flatten it down, only to realize that it's already sitting down and not puffing up. i constantly touch my hair, i love it. somehow, i feel a little bit guilty about it though. my hawaiian hair is "gone" and so is every link to my Hawaiian grandpa from whom i got my wavy Hawaiian hair. sorry grandpa...

reminds me of my breakup with my ex-boyfriend...

"All I have is your letter read
And I cannot get it out of my head
And I'm afraid, and I can't breathe
And I'm in love with you
But you are not with me
And I have put so much into a life
I made too much about you now to lie"

---lyrics from Letter Read, my new favorite song by Rachael Yamagata

cellulite cream

i just got a few tubes of anti-cellulite cream in the mail. now before you begin lecturing me in your head about exercise and diet or how there's no cure for cellulite because it's hereditary, just let me enjoy being ignorant of all of that mumbo-jumbo. just let me operate under the impression that cellulite is a curable malady that involves slathering on an anti-cellulite cream from avon. don't ruin it for me. maybe my mind will begin not seeing the little cellulite i have even though it's still there and spreading by the minute.

yes children, this is what psychiatric professionals call denial.

day of reckoning

last night we went out with friends. we had some seafood. we went to a bar. i had a few brown cows. then i broke out a little on my wrist, which leads me to believe that i'm either allergic to one of the following: seafood, kahlua, or my friend nobu. i'd like to think that if i had to be allergic to something then it should be what's in those beverages that make coffee-tasting things indeed taste like coffee, like whatever's in kahlua and starbucks instead of being allergic to seafood or even nobu. i don't think i could handle being allergic to seafood. i'd die. that's my weakness. if i was suddenly allergic to seafood, i'd have to thank my mother who is allergic to shellfish too.

if it was nobu, i guess i could just talk with him on the phone and then he could provide a few pictures of himself so i can remember what he looks like, updating them once in awhile in case his hairstyle changed or something. i know i'd be freaked out if i saw him one day and he looked like a hell's angels group member when all i remembered him being was clean-shaven and with short hair.

so yeah, i haven't gone back to starbucks, but i'm thinking i should go back today and have a tall coffee frappuccino to see what happens. i actually thought it was starbucks because they're not washing the blenders good enough which is breeding bacteria and deadly fungus or something, but i could be wrong. who knows.

so i have a few things i need to do before 1 pm. i need to go to macy's and find me something pretty to wear to a bridal shower we have to go to today for one of my dearest Hilo friends. then i have to invest 2 hours into straightening my hair out (what a pain). i also need to go to kta to do some last minute grocery shopping for the potluck dish i need to make for the bridal shower. then i need to visit t-mobile because i'm getting a cell phone. hopefully one that doesn't suck. of course nobu has like 3 phones at home and offered to give me one, but if i wanted a brick phone from 1980 that would most definitely give me a brain tumor, i'd dig mine out of my time capsule and activate that...get that outta here!! randy went to play golf this morning so that leaves me to do all of this stuff and clean the house and do laundry. i think we're gonna have people over tonight since our friend hideo's wife flew up for the weekend, so i need do some housework too. grr.

that's all folks! also, i'm revisiting John Mayer's CD. wow. that was almost 2 years ago...

hives, part deux

okie-dokie. i'm not allergic to dairy. i had some cereal and milk for lunch and i haven't broken out yet. i'm not allergic to beef and bread since i had a swiss and mushroom burger for dinner last night. i haven't had coffee today either and i haven't gotten hives. the more and more i think about it, the surer (is that even a word?) i am that it's the coffee from starbucks that's getting me breaking out in hives. why, pray tell, am i suddenly allergic to starbucks when i've been an avid starbucks patron for years? i'm stumped.

hives

no, not bee hives. hives. i've had hives flare-ups for the past 3 days. last night was the worst. actually, the hives don't really stick around for very long, but when it hits, it's bad. i hate to admit it, but i think it's starbucks. i cry everytime i think it's starbucks... but when it first hit on wednesday, it was right after i finished my frap. yesterday, same thing. then last night, it got REALLY bad. it broke out on both my shins, which makes me think maybe it's not starbucks since the reaction happened later in the day. so i then i began trying to figure out what it is that has me breaking out, because it's obviously an allergic reaction to something. i woke up this morning and i felt horrible. i went in and picked up my work, brought it back home and have been monitoring my food consumption today; the portions, at what time i eat. so far, nothing. sometimes i feel like my legs itch, but then again, i don't know if it's my mind messing me up and making me think it's the hives. you know, like when people talk about 'uku's (head lice) and before you know it, you're feeling "oojy" and begin scratching your head...?
all i know is that i hope i don't have to go on one of those types of diets that are No Wheat, Milk, Eggs, Corn, Soy, Yeast, Sugar, Grain, and Gluten. that would REALLY suck. what the hell would i eat? i love cereal. i love soybeans and tofu. corn is my favorite vegetable. i need to go to the doctor, but i can't get up... GGAH!!

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ho...ly....crap

i was practicing my golf swing with the pitching wedge in our yard yesterday afternoon. my husband taught me how to hold the club properly and then i started hitting the ball well. so i went to work today and kept the thought of holding the club properly, actually visualizing holding the club the way it's supposed to be held all day. i just came back from the driving range and you'd be amazed how well i was hitting the ball. i still have some things to work on, like my rotating my shoulders when i can't reach back with my club anymore and keeping my arms stretched out when i set up, in addition to the way i hold the club. i'll keep thinking about it tomorrow and maybe go back to the driving range tomorrow after work.
self-fulfilling prophecy? hmmm....

blah, blah, blah

LOL! i don't know what to write...

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it's a beautiful day in Hilo nei and i am sitting in the house sweating. it's more humidity than dry heat. actually, i don't feel like going outside today. i could have gone on a photography expedition, but decided against it. darn. if we had a yard, i could go and sit out in the yard on my adirondack, but since we just have rocks and piles of dirt, that's a negatory on that one story. how stupid do you think i'd look sitting on my chair, reading a book in a yard full of rocks and dirt? i think people would think i'm crazier than the already believe i am. i'm known as the lady who walks her cat. in true Hilo fashion, it's sunny outside and all of a sudden as i'm writing, it begins to rain. the sky is still clear, but it's raining. the weather here never ceases to amaze me.

since my husband is a slug today, i went to KTA, Hilo's grocery store, and instantly regretted it. the aisles were packed. every single cashier line was open and there were still lines. i asked the cashier what was up. she said it was busier yesterday. she said first, it was the first of the month, so people who are receiving government assistance flooded the store and were still shopping today; second, it's a long weekend and people probably bought their groceries for the weekend festivities; third, coupon book started earlier this week; and finally, people are freaked out because the tugboat workers in honolulu are on strike. i didn't even think twice about that. wow. she said the meat department is cleaned out. whatever was out was all they had. thank God we bought those family packs earlier this month and froze portions. i doubt we'd starve. i think we're set for about 3 months. of course, i think i'd survive since i can eat cereal for every meal. my husband on the other hand would probably eye the cat out if we ran out of meat.

i got a call last night at 8:30 while i was roaming the aisles of wal-mart by myself. it was my friend nobu. he was at our friend's restaurant and he told us we should go down there because tia carrere was there. apparently she had been down there the previous night and returned again last night to have dinner. of course, my husband had gone into slug mode and there was no way he was getting out of the house. so we ended up not going, which wasn't a big thing to me. i'm not big on celebrities. i really don't think hawai'i is a place that goes ga-ga over celebrities and we usually leave them in peace, most of the time. i think celebrities go out and crave normalcy. they want to enjoy meals like regular people and not have to sign autographs or pose for pictures all the time. i think if we'd gone up in there and acted like she was the best thing since sliced bread and pestered her for her autograph, it would have been rude. besides, worley is her classmate and if i really wanted her autograph, i would beg worley to help me out. no big whoop.

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it's a long weekend and as krixti_311 mentioned, i'm screwed and so is my liver. thankfully, since the last time i had some drinks (sunday), i've abstained from drinking alcohol entirely. the weird thing about hilo is that people like to get together and drink on sundays and thursday. how f-ed up is that? so guess what day of the week it is...? shit. i'm screwed.

i'm stupid. i went to bed at like 2:00 this morning (i was writing), woke up late, was unable to buy coffee, pretty much zombied out during one of my subcommittees finalizing meetings, didn't have lunch, and then came home early. we have a final meeting tomorrow for that subcommittee and i can't afford to be f-ed up. i really should go to sleep early tonight and my husband said we're not doing anything tonight, but i do want to go and hit some golf balls at the driving range. he said maybe we can go after dinner.

i know. i said i'd never play golf, BUT i'm actually getting better at hitting the ball, so that's been my motivation. if i can't hit the ball, no big deal because it's not like i presume to know how to golf in the first place, but if i can hit the ball then i'm pretty stoked. i haven't played on the golf course yet, i'm not hitting drivers, only my husband's irons and wedges on the driving range, so i like it...at least my whole day isn't shot to hell driving around on a golf course and getting pissed off at myself.

we went to hit balls at the driving range on tuesday and my poor friend was having a VERY hard time hitting the golf ball. i think i hit it farther than him on a several swings. poor thing.