Girls like it when you nickname them something smaller than a bread box
Here is that once-a-day-for-a-week meme, nabbed from moireach, among several other dutiful flisters. Prepare to be bombarded!
day 01 | a song
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy
[Second Song by Hari and Aino]
Last week at Casa del Sugar High: I helped mi familia build a shelf (if by "helped" I mean, sorted through screws of uncertain placement while the actual construction was done by abler hands) and ran in the Nike 5k for Kids. Which, incidentally, is no longer sponsored by NIKE FOR WHICH IT IS STILL NAMED. Confusing much? When I went to pick up my packet at Niketown, as I have for the past three years, they were all, Oh you are sadly mistaken, miss! Nike does not deal with the Nike 5k for Kids! How you have arrived at that woebegone conclusion WE CANNOT GUESS. Anyway, I managed to finagle out of them that the Sports Authority stores have taken over that end, and so after a brief phone call was Very Disturbed to learn that all race packets were being held hostage-like -- not at the town store.
Okay, I've lived California, so I know how you can drive for hours and hours and remain in the same state, but it's easy to forget all that since moving home. My reaction: The Sports Authority in Waikele! That is like on the other side of the island! (I am such a townie, it is embarrassing.) So I had to pick up my race numbers on the day of, like an hour beforehand, which did not put me in the best of moods. But that hadn't a hope of lasting, it being one of favorite races because for one thing, it is really, really easy to beat children and get to the finisher booths ahead of them. I mean, because I support Hawaii's public school system! Yeah. I almost didn't get my balloon creation after a rare bout of sheepishness, but the balloon guy caught me gazing longingly at another's awesome balloon shark hat, so he beckoned me over and I was set up with an awesome balloon flower bracelet of my very own. And so kids, the lesson here being: When life gives you lemons, throw them at Nike stores and their lying lies! That, or find a balloon guy from the school of Mad Skills.
The rest of the week was a blur of Needing More Sleep. I like getting downtown before seven (at least in theory) because traffic can just kill you. To shamelessly brag: I've honed my ability to dress in ten minutes flat. Efficiency like no one's business, what what? And, as I was chatting with a coworker of mine who looks so much like Salma Hayek's double it's very nearly self-defeating, she confided that she wakes up at 4:30 a.m. to make herself up -- I had one of those moments. The kind where you go, Oh my Lord, I don't care how aesthetically questionable a face I'm putting forth to the world, I will never, ever do such a thing to myself. ON A DAILY BASIS. I guess I can appreciate the perspective that even Salma Hayek doubles have to work at it.
My week finished off well courtesy of procuring a mango-coconut smoothie at my second favorite smoothie locale, a little hole-in-the-wall to beat all other hole-in-the-walls in Chinatown. (It is seriously so good! The owner has this press specifically for squeezing sugar cane! How can you not love that?) It started off under a dubious sun, however. While I was waiting to hitch a ride with my sister, some jerk of a pigeon laid one on me! Which, uncool bird, uncool. So I was silently fuming about that while I went on a mission to find a water fountain (no small feat in Chinatown). But (and it is a good but)! Later as I was fishing in my purse for change to feed those insatiable downtown meters, this random guy comes up to me with a fistful of quarters, and essentially goes, "Here you go, young lady!" And the law of equilibrium strikes again.
In more fannish things, I watched the first ep of The Office this season, and I am keeping my fingers crossed that it becomes the Kelly and Erin story hour for all time. Mindy Kaling, you guys! I think of her every time I snack on some Snyder's mustard pretzels, so pretty much every day, multiple times.
day 01 | a song
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy
[Second Song by Hari and Aino]
Last week at Casa del Sugar High: I helped mi familia build a shelf (if by "helped" I mean, sorted through screws of uncertain placement while the actual construction was done by abler hands) and ran in the Nike 5k for Kids. Which, incidentally, is no longer sponsored by NIKE FOR WHICH IT IS STILL NAMED. Confusing much? When I went to pick up my packet at Niketown, as I have for the past three years, they were all, Oh you are sadly mistaken, miss! Nike does not deal with the Nike 5k for Kids! How you have arrived at that woebegone conclusion WE CANNOT GUESS. Anyway, I managed to finagle out of them that the Sports Authority stores have taken over that end, and so after a brief phone call was Very Disturbed to learn that all race packets were being held hostage-like -- not at the town store.
Okay, I've lived California, so I know how you can drive for hours and hours and remain in the same state, but it's easy to forget all that since moving home. My reaction: The Sports Authority in Waikele! That is like on the other side of the island! (I am such a townie, it is embarrassing.) So I had to pick up my race numbers on the day of, like an hour beforehand, which did not put me in the best of moods. But that hadn't a hope of lasting, it being one of favorite races because for one thing, it is really, really easy to beat children and get to the finisher booths ahead of them. I mean, because I support Hawaii's public school system! Yeah. I almost didn't get my balloon creation after a rare bout of sheepishness, but the balloon guy caught me gazing longingly at another's awesome balloon shark hat, so he beckoned me over and I was set up with an awesome balloon flower bracelet of my very own. And so kids, the lesson here being: When life gives you lemons, throw them at Nike stores and their lying lies! That, or find a balloon guy from the school of Mad Skills.
The rest of the week was a blur of Needing More Sleep. I like getting downtown before seven (at least in theory) because traffic can just kill you. To shamelessly brag: I've honed my ability to dress in ten minutes flat. Efficiency like no one's business, what what? And, as I was chatting with a coworker of mine who looks so much like Salma Hayek's double it's very nearly self-defeating, she confided that she wakes up at 4:30 a.m. to make herself up -- I had one of those moments. The kind where you go, Oh my Lord, I don't care how aesthetically questionable a face I'm putting forth to the world, I will never, ever do such a thing to myself. ON A DAILY BASIS. I guess I can appreciate the perspective that even Salma Hayek doubles have to work at it.
My week finished off well courtesy of procuring a mango-coconut smoothie at my second favorite smoothie locale, a little hole-in-the-wall to beat all other hole-in-the-walls in Chinatown. (It is seriously so good! The owner has this press specifically for squeezing sugar cane! How can you not love that?) It started off under a dubious sun, however. While I was waiting to hitch a ride with my sister, some jerk of a pigeon laid one on me! Which, uncool bird, uncool. So I was silently fuming about that while I went on a mission to find a water fountain (no small feat in Chinatown). But (and it is a good but)! Later as I was fishing in my purse for change to feed those insatiable downtown meters, this random guy comes up to me with a fistful of quarters, and essentially goes, "Here you go, young lady!" And the law of equilibrium strikes again.
In more fannish things, I watched the first ep of The Office this season, and I am keeping my fingers crossed that it becomes the Kelly and Erin story hour for all time. Mindy Kaling, you guys! I think of her every time I snack on some Snyder's mustard pretzels, so pretty much every day, multiple times.