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Big Fat Liar

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I lied at the end of my last post. Not only did I write another post that day, but I didn’t write one the next day either. Okay, maybe lie is a bit harsh. I fully intended to write another post, but it just didn’t happen. I haven’t been feeling much like writing lately. Maybe it’s’ the heat. Maybe it’s having the kid around. I don’t know. I just haven’t been into it.

So, let’s talk Friday. I wrote about passion fruit green tea, which was my favorite drink in Taiwan. We managed to recreate it here. It’s pretty awesome.

Emily and I escaped to the beach for a little while. The tide was higher than usual, making the water deep and rough. It was fun, but a bit dangerous. We retreated to the shade of a palm tree, actually Emily wanted to be in the sun. We both had books, though, so we were happy. There was some decent cloud cover, so it was actually quite lovely outside.

I also sort of decided that I might maybe sort of audition for Cabaret next month at Diamond Head Theatre. I have to find a stupid “traditional” song to sing. I also have to track down some character shoes for cheap or free. I got rid of all my dance shoes when I moved to Taiwan, and I can’t afford to replace them. I don’t want to buy shoes and then have the wrong color. I also don’t want to assume that I will be cast. They’re only taking 8 to 10 Kit Kat Girls. Given my age and inexperience, and the fact that auditions are taking place over three days, I don’t think my chances are very good. Auditions make me nauseous.

Can I get my act together? Time will tell.


Escaping the Heat

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Every day we have to devise some way to get out of the hot house. Thursday was no exception. By the time Emily gets out of bed, it’s usually 85 degrees, and I’m begging for the breeze to find its way into the house. My lack of proper clothing in my living room is scandalous. No amount of iced tea can quite compensate for the lack of air conditioning.

On this particular day, we escaped to the mall so Emily could buy a new swimsuit. I actually got her to go into the bookstore this time, and once I got her in there, it was impossible to get her to leave. This is my favorite problem. If I have to be stuck somewhere, I want it to be in a bookstore. It would have been nice to have an iced chai to keep me awake. Ooh, and maybe one of those beautiful key lime tarts. And a pizza stuffed pretzel. I sort of love the Barnes & Noble cafe.

I can’t even remember, at this point, what we did for the rest of the day. I think there was some reading of Harry Potter involved. We’re just trying to stay cool and have fun and live life and love the world.

Perhaps one day I’ll get my act together and finally get caught up on this blog. I promise, one more post today. So close. I’m such a ridiculous slacker.

A Departure

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On Wednesday, I posted something a bit unusual on Awesome on 20. I don’t know why I was so nervous about it. Almost nobody read it, and it got virtually no reaction whatsoever. But still, I agonized over posting something so personal and emotional on my blog that is supposed to be more “professional.”

I suppose I am still sometimes trapped in the adolescent mentality of thinking that other people might care what I do or say. The truth is, no one is paying attention to me. Just because other people can become successful, professional, full-time bloggers doesn’t mean that I can. Good things happen to some people. But not to everybody.

It’s fine, really. I said I would only write that blog because I loved it, and I still do. But envy has always been my biggest sin, and sometimes seeing all the free stuff and gushing praise showered on other well-known bloggers brings out the worst in me. I know, in my mind, that comparing myself to others is useless. I can’t seem to stop.

I am not a perfect person. I am often lazy, and even more often, distracted by envy. I tried to write something that might give a ray of hope to someone struggling with depression due to financial strain. Maybe it worked for one person. Does it matter?

To The Movies and Back Again

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Tuesday was a frustrating day. We made plans to go see Pacific Rim, but due to a very irritating mistake at the box office, for which I received no apology, we didn’t get to see an afternoon showing, which is the whole reason that I got the car out, picked Geoff up from work, parked in that ridiculous parking garage, and sent my husband off to eat a giant hot dog for lunch. I was irritated. I don’t think it’s unreasonable to be irritated when the box office girl lies to you and then sells you the wrong tickets. That seems perfectly reasonable to me.

So back home we went, with tickets for a 6:30 show, which meant we had to drive the damn car again. We had to stop three times on the giant incline leading into the parking lot, and I nearly had a heart attack worrying that we would roll back into the car behind us. Seriously, my hands were shaking from the adrenalin.

Once we finally got in there, the movie was awesome. Definitely go see Pacific Rim on the big screen. It was an excellent combination of storytelling, action, humor, camp, and serious destruction. Oh, and Idris Elba. Cause he’s just… Wow! If you haven’t watched Luther yet, you’re dumb. It’s streaming on Netflix people. Do it now!

I love movies. This one was no exception.

Not On Board

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Who knew that taking your family to the beach for a picnic would be such torture for them? I suggested that we spend the day down in the park to escape the heat in the house and take advantage of the shade and the breeze and the cool ocean. In my mind it was a lovely idea. A lazy afternoon by the sea with a good book and a bit of food. Turns out, nobody else liked this idea.

They whined and sighed and pouted, but kept insisting that we should do what I want. I tried to tell them that I didn’t mind if we stayed at home if that’s what they wanted, but still they insisted that even though their body language clearly indicated that they didn’t want to go, we should go to the beach.


It was much cooler, and we had plenty to eat. I was enjoying reading my book in the shade, but after about only an hour and a half, they wanted to head back home. This was at about 3:00. The hottest part of the day. I am not offering ideas on what to do ever again.

I get in trouble for trying to make other people happy. Well, often when I try to do what I want to do, everyone just complains. I think that means I win, and we should just do what everyone else wants to do. It’s so much easier for all of us that way.

Rural Style

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Sunday we got up, ate cholesterol sandwiches, and drove out to Kualoa Ranch to sing the Jurassic Park theme song. Okay, that’s not really why we went out there, but I do get the urge to hum that tune every time we drive by. We were actually there because Geoff got us free tickets to the Hawaii Farm Fair. He knew there were going to be animals, and he wanted to get his hands on some of them.


While we were out there, he got to pet a horse, some sheep, a goat, and a couple of pigs. The cows weren’t interested, and the baby chicks were too far away to reach. You know how some women want to get pregnant every time they see a baby? I think that’s how Geoff is with chicks. I’m sure he was desperate to get more chickens all day. It’s just not possible, though.

The fair was a bit minuscule, and after wandering around for about an hour, we’d already seen everything there was to see. I felt bad because we’d driven all that way and there wasn’t really much to do. It was too hot to eat, so we didn’t even get to have lunch at one of the food trucks. I made up for it by taking everyone to Teddy’s for dinner. Geoff was ill later, though. I guess we won’t be going there again, which is a shame because I actually really like their food.

The heat is trying to slow us down. Are we an unstoppable force? Probably not. But we adventure on none the less.

Cosmic Fun

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Saturday was bowling day, but bowling didn’t start until 9 pm. Geoff had to work, so Emily and I hung around the house and did girly things. That is, once she finally got out of bed. Letting an almost teenager pick out your bowling outfit can be dangerous. Almost teenagers have very little understanding of the squishy bodies of old mom types. But we eventually agreed on an outfit and a hairstyle. There was no way I was letting her go near my eyeballs with mascara, though. Not in a million years.


Bowling is not one of my favorite things. I’m completely awful at it, so it’s usually pretty embarrassing. I also had to meet a bunch of new people, which is terrifying. Combining two dubious activities in one night was a bit scary. I think I managed to survive it without embarrassing my husband too terribly much. Hopefully, the next time Geoff wants to go out with his workmates, he’ll still want to invite me along instead of hiding me in a closet.


Emily got a strike and was even winning for a little while. She was glued to the TV between turns, which was showing a US national team softball game. She was mumbling to herself through the entire thing. I had no idea what she was talking about. She is super into softball. Weird.

Oh, we also made some double chocolate muffins and took their picture. You can check them out and make some yourself.

We stayed up way past our bedtime, too. It was pretty fun!