"Another summer day has come and gone away, in Paris and Rome, but I wanna go home..." - 'Home' by Michael Buble
I fly home in ONE WEEK!! I am so excited! I haven't been home since Christmas!! It has been too long!
I wonder if home has changed much?
I don't know how I will react to central air conditioning.
I am going to be able to drive farther than 30 miles.
I will be able to view more than 15 channels on a TV set.
I will be in the land of dishwashers.
Do people still say ma'am and sir?
Will I think southern accents sound weird?
I will be able to get to another state without taking an airplane.
Will I remember to leave my shoes on when I enter people's houses?
Will it be weird to not wear flip flops everyday?
I will be able to find parking without worrying about a tow truck or paying to park.
I will get to eat at all my favorite restaurants that I see on commercials but Hawaii doesn't have.
Will I accidently call people auntie and uncle?
I will be able to sit in a room with real windows and not hear what is going on outside.
Will I remember to not use pidgin english?
I am so excited and can't wait to come home!
"Another aeroplane, another sunny place, I'm lucky I know, but I wanna come home..." 'Home' by Michael Buble
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
5 years...
I remember the first day that I met him.
I was a freshman in college and it was freshman move in day. His roommate helped my roommate and I move into our room. My parents had just left and the closest I was to anyone I knew was 2hrs and 45mins away, where my sister was in college. I didn't know anyone, but was excited because I love meeting new people. That night there was an ice cream social that the SGA (student government association) had in the courtyard. ALL of the freshman were there and it was extremely packed! I had gone with my three new found friends, two of those friends (Laura and Emily) are still one of my best friends today! The crowd was huge so we decided to stand to the side and talk amongst ourselves. Little did I know that the next people I would meet would change my life forever.
Two senior guys from the SGA walked up and asked to take a picture for the welcome week slideshow. We probably would have turned them away, except we recognized the guy who helped us move in that day. He introduced himself, David, and then introduced his roommate whose name was David(my future boyfriend) as well. (I didn't believe that both of their names were David. I thought that they were trying to take advantage of a group of freshman girls and I wasn't falling for it. I wasn't born yesterday.) We ended up taking pictures as a group and became friends. (I still have that picture today, but not on the computer or I would show you)
The ice cream social was over and as were heading back to our dorm my friends decided to ask David (my future boyfriend) to go to Sadie Hawkins. *Side note: Sadie Hawkins dance was always a huge deal for freshmen at the university I attended. Sadie Hawkins dance normally means that the girls ask the guys to the dance. However, I am very old fashioned when it comes to guys asking girls out. As soon as I heard about Sadie Hawkins, I immediately decided that I wasn't going to go. Guys are supposed to ask me out, not the other way around and I was not going to be talked out of it.* My friends decided to go as a group and ask one guy to go. All three of my friends had already asked David and then it was my turn. By the way, I still didn't believe that his name was David, so there was no way I was asking this random guy. Well...they ended up talking me into asking him and I am glad that they did.
The Second Day I knew him.
I went to a small university, so you see the same people often. We ran into David throughout the day, but I thought nothing of it. Later that afternoon there was a welcome week activity off campus and considering that fact that I had no idea where anything was David offered to give my friends and I a ride. He gave us his cell number and I distinctly remember putting his number in my cell phone and thinking I am never going to use this number, so why I am putting his number in here. (I do not mean that in a negative way. You know when you meet new people and put there number in your phone because you say you will hang out, but never end up using it. That's what I mean. If you don't know what I mean then, you are a better person I am)
The Third Day I knew him.
My three group of girlfriends and I quickly became friends with the seniors in the SGA. (David was in he SGA) They gave us rides everywhere! I remember Laura, Emily, the two Davids and I were headed to get ice cream one night. David (the roommate) decided to drive us. I remember walking to his car to sit in backseat. I noticed that David (my future boyfriend) was walking closely behind me. I thought it was strange. Couldn't he tell that I was getting in on this side of the car? I made it to the door and he reached around me to open the door.
"Ohh...ok.. I can get in on the other side of the car." - me
"(He smiled) Umm.. I was opening the car door for you.." - David (my future boyfriend)
"OH.. (I was dumbfounded, my jaw was probably hanging open) wow... thank you! " - me
Needless to say, 5 years later I have still never opened a car door when he is around.
The Second Week I knew him.
I was gone on a BSU (Baptist Student Union) retreat the first weekend of school. When we were heading back to school I noticed that the Northbound lanes had bumper to bumper traffic for miles. When we returned to school we realized that Hurricane Katrina was headed for us. I didn't grow up near the coast, so whenever their was a hurricane the only effects we got were rain. However, by the time I realized the seriousness of it all it was to late to leave. The interstate was packed and I was 5 hours away from home. My best bet was to stay at school. (I will write a Hurricane Katrina story one day) The next day we woke up and things with Katrina were just getting started. We didn't know a safe place to go, after all we had only been in college for 7 days! David ended up walking each of us to a safe building. He held on to us because the wind was strong and shielded us with his body because the rain was coming at us sideways at a million miles an hour. (Okay a slight exaggeration, but the rain was stinging when it hit my skin) He ended up taking care of my group of friends for the next day and a half.
Those are some of my most precious memories that stick out from the first two weeks when I first met him. We started dating a month or so after these occurrences. This past Saturday was our 5 year anniversary and we couldn't be happier! We have had our ups and downs just like any couple but I would have changed a thing because we have grown from each situation.
Hawaii
I remember the day that I had gotten accepted to Hawaii for graduate school. I was nervous to tell him because I wasn't sure how he would respond. I should have never been nervous because a negative word never (and still hasn't) came out of his mouth. He told me couldn't be more proud of me and thought I should take this once in a life time opportunity. He knew that living in Hawaii had always been a dream of mine and he didn't want to stand in the way. We discussed that a long distance relationship would be tough, but he assured me that we would be fine and everything would work out. Of course, he was right and our relationship is stronger today than it has ever been. People often ask how we make it work and I tell them I do not know how to explain it, it just works. We do not worry about the future because we know that God has a plan for us and we leave it up to him.
I am extremely lucky to have a man of God that loves and supports me in everything that I do. He is my country boy and I am his city girl and we are like two peas in a pod. I love you David.
I was a freshman in college and it was freshman move in day. His roommate helped my roommate and I move into our room. My parents had just left and the closest I was to anyone I knew was 2hrs and 45mins away, where my sister was in college. I didn't know anyone, but was excited because I love meeting new people. That night there was an ice cream social that the SGA (student government association) had in the courtyard. ALL of the freshman were there and it was extremely packed! I had gone with my three new found friends, two of those friends (Laura and Emily) are still one of my best friends today! The crowd was huge so we decided to stand to the side and talk amongst ourselves. Little did I know that the next people I would meet would change my life forever.
Two senior guys from the SGA walked up and asked to take a picture for the welcome week slideshow. We probably would have turned them away, except we recognized the guy who helped us move in that day. He introduced himself, David, and then introduced his roommate whose name was David(my future boyfriend) as well. (I didn't believe that both of their names were David. I thought that they were trying to take advantage of a group of freshman girls and I wasn't falling for it. I wasn't born yesterday.) We ended up taking pictures as a group and became friends. (I still have that picture today, but not on the computer or I would show you)
The ice cream social was over and as were heading back to our dorm my friends decided to ask David (my future boyfriend) to go to Sadie Hawkins. *Side note: Sadie Hawkins dance was always a huge deal for freshmen at the university I attended. Sadie Hawkins dance normally means that the girls ask the guys to the dance. However, I am very old fashioned when it comes to guys asking girls out. As soon as I heard about Sadie Hawkins, I immediately decided that I wasn't going to go. Guys are supposed to ask me out, not the other way around and I was not going to be talked out of it.* My friends decided to go as a group and ask one guy to go. All three of my friends had already asked David and then it was my turn. By the way, I still didn't believe that his name was David, so there was no way I was asking this random guy. Well...they ended up talking me into asking him and I am glad that they did.
The Second Day I knew him.
I went to a small university, so you see the same people often. We ran into David throughout the day, but I thought nothing of it. Later that afternoon there was a welcome week activity off campus and considering that fact that I had no idea where anything was David offered to give my friends and I a ride. He gave us his cell number and I distinctly remember putting his number in my cell phone and thinking I am never going to use this number, so why I am putting his number in here. (I do not mean that in a negative way. You know when you meet new people and put there number in your phone because you say you will hang out, but never end up using it. That's what I mean. If you don't know what I mean then, you are a better person I am)
The Third Day I knew him.
My three group of girlfriends and I quickly became friends with the seniors in the SGA. (David was in he SGA) They gave us rides everywhere! I remember Laura, Emily, the two Davids and I were headed to get ice cream one night. David (the roommate) decided to drive us. I remember walking to his car to sit in backseat. I noticed that David (my future boyfriend) was walking closely behind me. I thought it was strange. Couldn't he tell that I was getting in on this side of the car? I made it to the door and he reached around me to open the door.
"Ohh...ok.. I can get in on the other side of the car." - me
"(He smiled) Umm.. I was opening the car door for you.." - David (my future boyfriend)
"OH.. (I was dumbfounded, my jaw was probably hanging open) wow... thank you! " - me
Needless to say, 5 years later I have still never opened a car door when he is around.
The Second Week I knew him.
I was gone on a BSU (Baptist Student Union) retreat the first weekend of school. When we were heading back to school I noticed that the Northbound lanes had bumper to bumper traffic for miles. When we returned to school we realized that Hurricane Katrina was headed for us. I didn't grow up near the coast, so whenever their was a hurricane the only effects we got were rain. However, by the time I realized the seriousness of it all it was to late to leave. The interstate was packed and I was 5 hours away from home. My best bet was to stay at school. (I will write a Hurricane Katrina story one day) The next day we woke up and things with Katrina were just getting started. We didn't know a safe place to go, after all we had only been in college for 7 days! David ended up walking each of us to a safe building. He held on to us because the wind was strong and shielded us with his body because the rain was coming at us sideways at a million miles an hour. (Okay a slight exaggeration, but the rain was stinging when it hit my skin) He ended up taking care of my group of friends for the next day and a half.
Those are some of my most precious memories that stick out from the first two weeks when I first met him. We started dating a month or so after these occurrences. This past Saturday was our 5 year anniversary and we couldn't be happier! We have had our ups and downs just like any couple but I would have changed a thing because we have grown from each situation.
Hawaii
I remember the day that I had gotten accepted to Hawaii for graduate school. I was nervous to tell him because I wasn't sure how he would respond. I should have never been nervous because a negative word never (and still hasn't) came out of his mouth. He told me couldn't be more proud of me and thought I should take this once in a life time opportunity. He knew that living in Hawaii had always been a dream of mine and he didn't want to stand in the way. We discussed that a long distance relationship would be tough, but he assured me that we would be fine and everything would work out. Of course, he was right and our relationship is stronger today than it has ever been. People often ask how we make it work and I tell them I do not know how to explain it, it just works. We do not worry about the future because we know that God has a plan for us and we leave it up to him.
I am extremely lucky to have a man of God that loves and supports me in everything that I do. He is my country boy and I am his city girl and we are like two peas in a pod. I love you David.
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Book'em Danno...
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| Screen on the Beach |
Hawaii Five-O premiered tonight on Queen's Beach in Waikiki tonight! The cast showed up at 6, but I didn't get off work until 5:45. I walked down to the beach and there were THOUSANDS of people. Literally, there were 10,000 people there on a small beach. Trying to find an open spot in the sand was virtually impossible. Somehow I ended up in a HUGE line of people looking for a spot to sit and some random photographer asked if he could take my picture and this random guy decided to jump in. (The guy wouldn't take a picture with his wife, but he took one with me . I left the conversation alone and continued to look for a little piece of sand to sit on. Oh the photographer gave me his card for the site and this is the picture from tonight)
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| Random photographer with random guy and girl at the Hawaii Five - O premiere |
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| Scott Caan who plays Danno, he was really posing for me in this picture. |
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| I was so close! |
P.S. If you like spoilers let me know and I will tell you what happened!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Dishes...
I used to be able to keep fingernail polish on my nails for weeks at a time. My nails looked so good then. I recently painted my finger nails and within 3 days the polish has already chipped half way down my nails. (I even put a protective coat on top of the polish) I would show you a picture but it is just to disgraceful. However, I will show you the color of the polish because it is beautiful!
As I was washing my dishes tonight, I realized this was why my nail polish kept coming off. Right then and there I decided that men should do the dishes for their wives and girlfriends. Whether men know it or not it would be very beneficial for them to wash dishes for their mind, body, and pocketbook.
Top Five Reasons How Washing Dishes Can Benefit Men:
1. It will save men money. If women continue to wash the dishes, their nail polish will continue to chip off their nails. Then, they will have to spend money to buy nail polish remover, nail polish, or to get manicures. If women didn't wash the dishes then they would not have to fix their nails as often. Hence, men washing dishes saves money.
2. Builds Muscle. God gave men muscles, use them. By scrubbing all those hard stuck on food items, men are not only cleaning a dish, but they are also working out their arm muscles. Its like going to the gym, without ever leaving their house.
3. Choose Your 'Weapon'. There are several types of scrubbers or sponges. They have metal scrubbers, they have sponges with handles, they have sponges that squirt out soap. In reality, it's not like you are even working, more like playing with your weapon of choice.
4. Soft hands without the 'girly' lotion. If men use Dawn Dishwashing Soap it will keep their hands soft without having to use 'girly' lotion that your wife/girlfriend uses. Dawn has multiple manly colors and scents. (Plus, another way to save money because you will not have to buy double the lotion)
5. It Prevents Headaches. Washing dishes without having to be asked will make your wife/girlfriend happy. A.K.A no more nagging.
I could go on, but what more could I say. What man wouldn't want to wash dishes after this list?
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| Mint Sprint |
As I was washing my dishes tonight, I realized this was why my nail polish kept coming off. Right then and there I decided that men should do the dishes for their wives and girlfriends. Whether men know it or not it would be very beneficial for them to wash dishes for their mind, body, and pocketbook.
Top Five Reasons How Washing Dishes Can Benefit Men:
1. It will save men money. If women continue to wash the dishes, their nail polish will continue to chip off their nails. Then, they will have to spend money to buy nail polish remover, nail polish, or to get manicures. If women didn't wash the dishes then they would not have to fix their nails as often. Hence, men washing dishes saves money.
2. Builds Muscle. God gave men muscles, use them. By scrubbing all those hard stuck on food items, men are not only cleaning a dish, but they are also working out their arm muscles. Its like going to the gym, without ever leaving their house.
3. Choose Your 'Weapon'. There are several types of scrubbers or sponges. They have metal scrubbers, they have sponges with handles, they have sponges that squirt out soap. In reality, it's not like you are even working, more like playing with your weapon of choice.
4. Soft hands without the 'girly' lotion. If men use Dawn Dishwashing Soap it will keep their hands soft without having to use 'girly' lotion that your wife/girlfriend uses. Dawn has multiple manly colors and scents. (Plus, another way to save money because you will not have to buy double the lotion)
5. It Prevents Headaches. Washing dishes without having to be asked will make your wife/girlfriend happy. A.K.A no more nagging.
I could go on, but what more could I say. What man wouldn't want to wash dishes after this list?
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Moldy Sunglasses...
I really wanted mashed potatoes tonight for dinner.
I really wanted to make mashed potatoes like I have at home. I used to make them all the time and they were perfect. I moved out here and I have yet to make good mashed potatoes. Difference: at home I have a hand mixer and here I have a potato masher. Leave it to Hawaii to keep me in the dark ages by using a hand potato masher. Mashed potatoes just don't taste the same with a potato masher.
However, I had to skype chat with my discussion group from school to answer questions at 7:00 p.m. I really wanted mashed potatoes and fried chicken. I had time to make the mashed potatoes, just not the fried chicken. (Yes, I could have made it after my meeting, but who wants to start cooking that late at night?) So instead I decided to make loaded potato soup, because it is delicious and easy. I cooked the potatoes while my group was discussing topics that make my head hurt. After I had already added the majority of the ingredients, it was time to add the sour cream. I was so excited about my soup. I opened the container of sour cream and all I saw was green.
Green Mold.
Green Mold all over my sour cream that was going to make my soup taste delicious.
I improvised. Thank goodness Google was invented.
I added the finishing touches and it was ready. My head hurt, either from school work that I don't understand or pure hunger. It was probably a mixture of both. I decided before I sat down to eat that I would go ahead and put my flour back in my cabinet. As I am putting my flour up I hear something fall. I just figured it was a magnet. I constantly knock magnet's off the fridge. I closed the door and turn around to see my sunglasses sinking in my soup.
Sunglasses.
Sunglasses sinking in my soup that was going to be so delicious.
I took the sunglasses off and washed them. I stared at my soup. It looked fine.
I ate it and it was delicious.
The end.
My head still hurts, I think I need chocolate. Maybe frozen hot chocolate might due the trick... this time hold the mold and sunglasses please.
I really wanted to make mashed potatoes like I have at home. I used to make them all the time and they were perfect. I moved out here and I have yet to make good mashed potatoes. Difference: at home I have a hand mixer and here I have a potato masher. Leave it to Hawaii to keep me in the dark ages by using a hand potato masher. Mashed potatoes just don't taste the same with a potato masher.
However, I had to skype chat with my discussion group from school to answer questions at 7:00 p.m. I really wanted mashed potatoes and fried chicken. I had time to make the mashed potatoes, just not the fried chicken. (Yes, I could have made it after my meeting, but who wants to start cooking that late at night?) So instead I decided to make loaded potato soup, because it is delicious and easy. I cooked the potatoes while my group was discussing topics that make my head hurt. After I had already added the majority of the ingredients, it was time to add the sour cream. I was so excited about my soup. I opened the container of sour cream and all I saw was green.
Green Mold.
Green Mold all over my sour cream that was going to make my soup taste delicious.
I improvised. Thank goodness Google was invented.
I added the finishing touches and it was ready. My head hurt, either from school work that I don't understand or pure hunger. It was probably a mixture of both. I decided before I sat down to eat that I would go ahead and put my flour back in my cabinet. As I am putting my flour up I hear something fall. I just figured it was a magnet. I constantly knock magnet's off the fridge. I closed the door and turn around to see my sunglasses sinking in my soup.
Sunglasses.
Sunglasses sinking in my soup that was going to be so delicious.
I took the sunglasses off and washed them. I stared at my soup. It looked fine.
I ate it and it was delicious.
The end.
My head still hurts, I think I need chocolate. Maybe frozen hot chocolate might due the trick... this time hold the mold and sunglasses please.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Not My First Rodeo...
It's Back.
I spent 3 weeks of my life this past May worrying and stressing every time I would walk into my apartment. At night, I wouldn't let my hands dangle out from the covers in bed because I would be afraid "it" would get them. During those 3 weeks of worrying I never saw "it" until one day I came home and found it resting on my door frame.
The GECKO is back.
Last time I wrote about it I told you how I 'kicked it to high heavens' over the rail. During those 3 weeks I tried every thing to figure out how to get rid of the gecko. However, I never told you about the phone conversation I had with my dad the next day after I kicked the gecko.
"You know, when your mother and I went on our honeymoon (in Maui) there was a gecko in our room. Your mom refused to stay in the room because there was a gecko on the wall" - Dad
"So what did you do?" - Me
"Well, I called the front desk and they sent up a handyman to get rid of it. He had a towel in one hand and a can of raid in his other hand. He walked up to the gecko sprayed it with raid and it dropped right into his towel and he walked out." - Dad
"DAD!! YOU KNEW HOW TO GET RID OF THE GECKO THIS WHOLE TIME AND YOU ARE JUST NOW TELLING ME??? DON'T YOU THINK THAT INFORMATION WOULD HAVE BEEN USEFUL THE FIRST TIME I SAW THE GECKO?!" - Me
"Well, I didn't think about it then. It just now occurred to me." - Dad
"Unbelievable! I can't believe you never thought to tell me this before...." - Anna
This brings us to tonight, aka 30 mins ago. I had just walked in the door from a wonderful dinner and desserts with friends. I was tired and ready to get into my bed for the night. I went to sit on my bed to take off my shoes when I saw something scurrying across on the wall caught my attention. I knew what it was before I even had to look. The gecko. This gecko was still cream colored (the same color as my wall and floors) but this one was smaller. I surprisingly remained calm and racked my brain of what to do. It was still on my closet door and wasn't really moving, so I figured I could get the sticky contact paper and just touch it with the paper and be able to get it out. (One would think that I learned my lesson last time with the contact paper) With a heavy sigh of agony, I went to go turn on the air conditioning and cut contact paper. It would have worked like a charm except the 'scaredy cat' inside of me got the best of me. The gecko started slowly moving. I moved the trash can away and had an amazing plan of touching the gecko with the sticky paper and then pressing it on their with the trash can. (Let's face it I want it out of my apartment, but I don't want to have to touch it) Of course, the gecko disappeared. I literally never saw it run away. Which means, this little sucker is fast. I laid the contact paper sticky side up on the floor hoping the gecko would come back out and get caught on it.
Next I remembered the story of the Raid can story my dad told me about. (Raid doesn't kill them, but the spray comes out cold and basically freezes them where they can't move.) I forgot to mention that after my dad told me that story, I went out and bought not 1 but 2 cans of raid. (I wanted to be prepared) I sprayed around my bed hoping that it would keep the gecko away from bed tonight when I sleep. I lifted up my bed skirts because I was sure that was where the gecko was hiding. I couldn't find my flashlight so I just started to spray raid. (How come when you can need something you can never find it, but when you don't need it you always know where it is?) I told the gecko that this was not my first rodeo and it wasn't going to stay long.
Now I am sitting on my bed with can of Raid on my bedside table, ready to use at any moment, with my room smelling like lemon because the can of Raid I bought has a "lemon scent."
I spent 3 weeks of my life this past May worrying and stressing every time I would walk into my apartment. At night, I wouldn't let my hands dangle out from the covers in bed because I would be afraid "it" would get them. During those 3 weeks of worrying I never saw "it" until one day I came home and found it resting on my door frame.
The GECKO is back.
Last time I wrote about it I told you how I 'kicked it to high heavens' over the rail. During those 3 weeks I tried every thing to figure out how to get rid of the gecko. However, I never told you about the phone conversation I had with my dad the next day after I kicked the gecko.
"You know, when your mother and I went on our honeymoon (in Maui) there was a gecko in our room. Your mom refused to stay in the room because there was a gecko on the wall" - Dad
"So what did you do?" - Me
"Well, I called the front desk and they sent up a handyman to get rid of it. He had a towel in one hand and a can of raid in his other hand. He walked up to the gecko sprayed it with raid and it dropped right into his towel and he walked out." - Dad
"DAD!! YOU KNEW HOW TO GET RID OF THE GECKO THIS WHOLE TIME AND YOU ARE JUST NOW TELLING ME??? DON'T YOU THINK THAT INFORMATION WOULD HAVE BEEN USEFUL THE FIRST TIME I SAW THE GECKO?!" - Me
"Well, I didn't think about it then. It just now occurred to me." - Dad
"Unbelievable! I can't believe you never thought to tell me this before...." - Anna
This brings us to tonight, aka 30 mins ago. I had just walked in the door from a wonderful dinner and desserts with friends. I was tired and ready to get into my bed for the night. I went to sit on my bed to take off my shoes when I saw something scurrying across on the wall caught my attention. I knew what it was before I even had to look. The gecko. This gecko was still cream colored (the same color as my wall and floors) but this one was smaller. I surprisingly remained calm and racked my brain of what to do. It was still on my closet door and wasn't really moving, so I figured I could get the sticky contact paper and just touch it with the paper and be able to get it out. (One would think that I learned my lesson last time with the contact paper) With a heavy sigh of agony, I went to go turn on the air conditioning and cut contact paper. It would have worked like a charm except the 'scaredy cat' inside of me got the best of me. The gecko started slowly moving. I moved the trash can away and had an amazing plan of touching the gecko with the sticky paper and then pressing it on their with the trash can. (Let's face it I want it out of my apartment, but I don't want to have to touch it) Of course, the gecko disappeared. I literally never saw it run away. Which means, this little sucker is fast. I laid the contact paper sticky side up on the floor hoping the gecko would come back out and get caught on it.
Next I remembered the story of the Raid can story my dad told me about. (Raid doesn't kill them, but the spray comes out cold and basically freezes them where they can't move.) I forgot to mention that after my dad told me that story, I went out and bought not 1 but 2 cans of raid. (I wanted to be prepared) I sprayed around my bed hoping that it would keep the gecko away from bed tonight when I sleep. I lifted up my bed skirts because I was sure that was where the gecko was hiding. I couldn't find my flashlight so I just started to spray raid. (How come when you can need something you can never find it, but when you don't need it you always know where it is?) I told the gecko that this was not my first rodeo and it wasn't going to stay long.
Now I am sitting on my bed with can of Raid on my bedside table, ready to use at any moment, with my room smelling like lemon because the can of Raid I bought has a "lemon scent."
*BREAKING NEWS*
As soon as I finished this story I thought I remembered where I had put the flashlight. I set down my computer and I was about to hop off my bed when I see the gecko come out from under the other bed. I gasped, jerked my legs up, almost panicked, but then realize the Raid is on my bedside table. I urgently grab it and leaned over and sprayed under the bed. I swiftly jumped to my feet to go get the flashlight. I ran to the corner and sure enough no flashlight. I wasn't going to let that stop me. I turned on all my other lights and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. The flashlight was in the top drawer of my night stand. I dashed to the drawer and pulled out the flashlight.
I then assumed my position.
I was laying with my stomach to the floor with the flashlight in my left hand and had my trigger finger on my right hand on the Raid can. I was calling, more like taunting, the gecko to come out from its hiding place. I was ready. (Side note: Remember the movie Home Alone. Remember when Kevin decides he is going to protect his house from the 'wet bandits'. There is a scene where he goes outside and says "I'm not afraid anymore! You hear that, I'm not afraid anymore!!" Then his next door neighbor with the shovel appears and he runs in his house screaming. That is what I felt like in that moment. I was not afraid anymore, that is until the gecko would show his face, then I am sure I would be scared all over again) I waited anxiously to see a movement of any kind. I sprayed just to taunt the gecko to see any movement. Then all of a sudden I saw it! I began to spray and spray, but it wasn't freezing! Why wasn't it freezing? It was moving slower. I continually sprayed it, but it came to a slow crawl. I realized that I had nothing to catch the gecko with at that time. I sprayed it again and then placed the comforter under my bed over it. (The apartment supplied me with a comforter, but I don't use it because I live in Hawaii and it is hot. Therefore I just folded it and placed it under my bed.) I ran to get a cup. At that moment, I decided I probably needed put on shoes too. I am not sure why, but it seemed appropriate at the time. I slowly slid the comforter out from under the bed. I gently lifted the comforter from the floor and their it was. I sprayed it again with Raid and then slammed the cup down on top of it. I looked through the clear cup and said, "Oh my gosh, I have it. Oh my gosh I have it. Oh my gosh I have it! Now what do I do?" I slid the cup out from the bed and this is what I did:
The Gecko is trapped in the cup!
Victory is mine!! And it's so sweet!!
Score:
Gecko: 2 Anna: 2
I spared the gruesome details, if you want them you can call me.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Two Words...
Two Words: Tow Trucks
Two more Words: Mortal Enemies
Putting those two simple words of 'tow truck' in one sentence can make any local here that owns a car stand on edge. Locals in Hawaii whether they are from the islands or originally from different states, have different color skin tones, and may speak with different accents, but there is one thing that we all have in common. The common factor that brings everyone together is that we can all agree that tow trucks are our mortal enemies. Tow trucks are like piranhas waiting on a innocent fish (cars) to unsuspectingly swim (park) in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Seriously.
We are allowed to park on the streets from 6pm - 6:30am. By 6:25am tow trucks are lined on the streets waiting on the unsuspectingly sleeping owners of the cars to forget that they are parked on the street and snatch their cars ups. Once the clock strikes 6:31am the tow trucks take their position and can tow a truck within 30 seconds. Literally. I have seen it happen.
When I look for parking places I try to find a place where a tow truck will not be able to get to my car. I feel like it is a unsaid battle between the tow trucking companies and myself.
Key points into not getting your car towed:
1. READ the street sign
2. Park your wheels angled at the curb
3. Put your parking break on
4. Park next to an illegally parked car that way your car doesn't look so bad
Two more Words: Mortal Enemies
Putting those two simple words of 'tow truck' in one sentence can make any local here that owns a car stand on edge. Locals in Hawaii whether they are from the islands or originally from different states, have different color skin tones, and may speak with different accents, but there is one thing that we all have in common. The common factor that brings everyone together is that we can all agree that tow trucks are our mortal enemies. Tow trucks are like piranhas waiting on a innocent fish (cars) to unsuspectingly swim (park) in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Seriously.
We are allowed to park on the streets from 6pm - 6:30am. By 6:25am tow trucks are lined on the streets waiting on the unsuspectingly sleeping owners of the cars to forget that they are parked on the street and snatch their cars ups. Once the clock strikes 6:31am the tow trucks take their position and can tow a truck within 30 seconds. Literally. I have seen it happen.
When I look for parking places I try to find a place where a tow truck will not be able to get to my car. I feel like it is a unsaid battle between the tow trucking companies and myself.
Key points into not getting your car towed:
1. READ the street sign
2. Park your wheels angled at the curb
3. Put your parking break on
4. Park next to an illegally parked car that way your car doesn't look so bad
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