Thursday, October 30, 2008
Well, to be fair- after each mile, I also did four 100-yard sprints and 2 hills. But I also had to take plenty of breaks in between, because I am seriously out of shape. I haven't run since I was five months pregnant, which was over ten months ago. Where I once only needed to drink water every 2 miles, I needed water after each lap. And because I was so tired and rusty- I severely underestimated the flight path/trajectory necessary to spit over my shoulder (and instead spit directly onto my shoulder). I also failed to see the guy standing under the trees (damn those dark-skinned locals), so he overheard me panting along to Leona Lewis ("I keep bleedin', I keep keep bleedin' love!") as I was cooling down. So yeah, I'm a loooooong way away from where I left off, and I have to admit- I'm not exactly feeling the love I thought and hoped I'd be feeling about pounding the pavement again. And I have no idea why, because I'm sure it has NOTHING to do with the crazy humidity and me being so out of shape that I can barely fit my clothes.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
We were able to snorkel in the fishpond pool with the eagle rays!!! At first I wouldn't let Roy swim more than a foot away from me (I figured if the eagle rays wanted to sting someone, they'd go for the brighter, whiter object).
We felt so bad about feeding Ry sand for his first meal that as soon as got home, we gave him his first meal (organic brown rice cereal...hippies food!). And as Roy so rudely pointed out, you could definitely tell he's my son, because he ate every last drop! Now all I have to teach him is how to glare at others and forcefully elbow them away if they dare approach you while you're eating.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
In this shot, he couldn't care less about the beautiful eternity pool or sparkling Pacific...he's too busy staring at a half naked 21-year old Swedish woman in a g-string (he asked me to pinch her bum, and when I refused he spit up on me). I had grand plans of taking him for a walk on one of the resort's jogging paths, but instead decided to sit around and eat ginger-covered macadamia nuts and shortbread cookies instead (...and yet surprisingly, I had to borrow my mother's stretchy tank top to cover up all the backfat spilling out of my still-too-small bikini top).
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Roy: Hi honey! I'm home Guess what?! I had a patient today with eight gunshot wounds! He bled all over me and--
Josie: I killed a spider in the bathroom.
Roy: HOLY CRAP!!! Now isn't that something?!!
However, now that we're in Hawaii, our nightly conversations are a lot more like this:
Roy: Hi honey! I'm home!
Josie: I killed a baby centipede, four giant brown cockroaches, six mosquitoes, one of those scary a** bright green and orange lizards, one moth, three milipedes, two slugs, and I think I ate a gnat, but I'm not sure.
While we do severely limit the amount of meat we buy (since we do feel badly for the animals), I freely admit that I feel no such compassion for bugs. I'm not sure why, but they just tick me off. I've mercilessly slaughtered more ants in an hour than most Americans see in their entire lifetime. However, I've gradually come to realize that I must find a way to coexist with the bugs- because thanks to our warm, tropical, moist climate, they will win. Handily. And there are simply not enough Combat traps, caulking and Raid in the world to take 'em all on. Plus, I don't want little Ry growing a speckled purple horn out of his forehead from breathing in all that Raid (I'll find some other way to damage him).
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
And if that wasn't funny enough, I chuckled while watching today's morning news. There's this one segment where they do brief highlights of each island (which I just discovered today and think is really neat since the rest of the islands tend to get overshadowed by O'ahu). And the first "news" highlight for the island of Maui was that (now sit down folks)...two thousand more people went to the county fair this year than last!!! WOW. Wow. Now that is serious hard hitting news. I kept waiting to see if they would discuss how many corn dogs sold versus teriyaki plates but it never came up.
So yes, I'm poking fun at the Hawaiian media. And NO, I don't think I can do any better. And I wouldn't want to change it, because I love it. Instead of having to read about decomposing bodies, freeway carnage or finding, oh I don't know- a bloodied finger in a box of Cheerios, we get to read about someone's aunty's cousin's friend's koa boat collection. Which is exactly why we came back. Because if that's the stuff that's newsworthy- well then heck, life must be pretty darn good.
I'll leave you with one other really cool discovery I've made about the islands-
Being poor is the greatest diet ever. When you cannot afford Triscuits because they are basically $4.89 a box, you can no longer mindlessly inhale half (oh who am I kidding) the entire box in front of the telly. So instead, you buy the generic version (not because it's cheap, but because it's a dollar cheaper) and only allow yourself one measly serving at a time, which helps you shed those last pregnancy pounds. (The only thing is, you have to bury it on the bottom of your grocery cart juuuust in case you bump into someone you know and hooooo, some shame if they see it.)
Friday, October 03, 2008
Well...that was then. Because today I have a smiling, active, drooling four-and-a-half month old who has decided that an adequate nap is 20 minutes long, that flipping onto his stomach FOUR HUNDRED times a day is great fun, and that whenever I attempt to feed him- that he is Muhammed Ali (he punches the bottle repeatedly with his tiny fists and then makes stares at me a stunned, accusatory way when the bottle flies four feet away).
But of course- not all changes are bad. Some are pretty darn cute- like how he makes thumb sucking a two-hand operation (it looks like he's playing a harmonica 24/7), how he does the Superman yoga pose on his tummy all day long (the kid must have butt cheeks to die for!), and how I awaken each morning at 6am to the sound of his grunting and two chubby legs flopping up and down on the mattress like drumsticks.
I suppose if nothing else, I've learned that everything he does, for better or for worse, is transitory. So if its cute- I enjoy it, photograph the hell out of it (I am Japanese after all, so I vedy, vedy good at this thing!) and treasure it while it lasts. And if it sucks (Muhammed Ali), I try to chuckle because I know it won't last forever.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
This is a rare picture of Ryan having any downtime (I try to make sure his days are filled with infant Pilates, pre-K calculus or French cooking classes). Idle children become lazy adults, after all! Tsk tsk!
We took this pic a few days ago during a photo shoot my father arranged (we just took one a few years back, but Joseph and I bitterly whined and complained about wanting a new one now that we aren't as chubby). In our defense, we were both packing on some serious pounds and my parents have a formal portrait in their bedroom that's practically life-size, so we look like Japanese Michelin men. I'm a little mortified that I'm still in poofy maternity shorts for this pic, and I wanted Roy to wear shorts so I wouldn't like a scrub AND so he wouldn't look so haole...but sigh, I'm still too chubby to fit my old shorts, and he claims he couldn't find any. Ry looks kick a** in his new faux vintage Aloha shirt from his godmomma Kathy though, doesn't he?