Coffee Date Friday :: 5 Things You May Not Know About Me

Happy Friday, Lovelies!  Our little family got a visit from the germs last week so we’re still trying to re-coop.  Actually, this is the second visit from them and I’m hoping and crossing my fingers that they leave soon and don’t come back for a really long time.  Even the wee one is sick, poor guy!  If I have another baby, remind me to plan around cold season.  Haha, I probably just gave my MIL a mini heart attack.  Just kidding moms!  But no, really.  No fun having a baby during cold season.

Anyway, I’m joining Alissa for Coffee Date Friday today and I’m going to tell you 5 things you may not know about me….dun, dun, duuun…

They make my heart sing

#1 I always have to drink with a straw with the exception of bottled water.  And wine.  And if no straw is available, whatever I’m drinking tastes funny.  I don’t know what it is but it just tastes so much better with a straw.

#2 If I have a goal, like if I want to lose weight, I have to start my goal on a Monday.  It can’t be on a Tuesday or some other day of the week.  It has to be on a Monday.  Don’t ask.  I have no idea why I do that.

#3 Alissa told us about her Hawaiian name so with me also being part Hawaiian and from Hawaii, it sparked a thought about my name.  It’s not even Hawaiian although some people will argue with me that it is.  “Neola” (the youthful one) is actually Greek.  Sounds Hawaiian but it’s not.

#4 Um…I hate massages.  I don’t like people touching me.  I mean, I can handle hugging and handshakes but other than that, I don’t like people touching me.  Hmmm, said the person with three kids…

#5 Oh, my dad adopted me when I was…6? I don’t remember how old I was.  Although we don’t share DNA, he raised and loved me as his own.  He is and always will be my “daddy.”

Good gosh, that was hard.  So there you have it.  5 things you didn’t know about me.  And now you know too much.  Haha!

So, tell me how you have been?  Did you have a great week?  How was your love day?  Wanna tell me 5 things I don’t know about you?  C’mon, spill the beans.

Happy Weekend Eve, friends!

Jenn.

The 411

Happy Tuesday!  I was going to tell you what happened yesterday but this link-up sounds more fun.  I’m linking up with Becky at From Mrs. toMama today and sharing a little about me.

1)    How long have you been blogging?  And what got you started on blogging?  How has your blog changed?  I’ve been blogging for a year.  I was reading a dear friend’s blog one day and I clicked on another blogger that she follows, and from there I found all these others blogs.  It looked like fun and from there The Jenn Diaries was born.  At first I was hesitant on what content to share but now I feel that I’m more open now.

2)    Did you go to college?  If so where, and what did you study?  I went to college a couple years after graduating high school but dropped out because I was overwhelmed with work.  I ‘m currently attending the University of Phoenix online studying accounting.

3)    Where have you traveled?  I’ve been to Canada for a conference while I was in high school and to California with the BFF.  Other than that, island hopping is what we do.

4)    If you won the lottery, what would be the first thing you buy?  I would pay off my debts and set aside a “cushion.”  Then I’d buy a haircut that is way overdue.

5)    What are your 3 biggest pet peeves?  People who don’t have manners, people who assume that being a SAHM means having tons of free time and the easiest job in the world, and people who have “crab syndrome.”  

6)    What is your favorite movie?  Beauty and the Beast.  That counts as a movie, right?

7)    What is your drink of choice; wine, beer, or liquior.  Or water, soda, tea?  Wine-Moscato but since I’m growing a human, sweet tea or ice cold water.

8)    What is something you enjoy to do when you have me time?  I don’t live close to family or friends and the Mister is always working or fishing so ‘me’ time is pretty much non-existent right now.  But if I have 15 or 20 minutes to spare, taking a shower in peace or sitting in complete silence is awesome!

9)    If you could have a $10,000 shopping spree to one store, which store would it be?  Just one store?!  Hmmm, I’d pick Target.

10) Share with us an embarrassing moment of your past?  Or present.  When the Mister and I was first dating…it was a typical “let’s go to the bar” night and apparently I drank way too much.  I woke up the next morning with no recollection of the night and I guess as he was trying to be all lovey-dovey-kissy-touchy, I decided to have a throw-up session.  He told me about it that morning and I thought for sure he would never call again.  But I thought wrong because here we are 8 years later.

11) What day would you love to relive again?  The days my Radicals embraced the world with their presence.

12) If your life was turned into a movie, what actress would you play?  Um, I don’t have an answer to this.  I guess I would play me…a day in the life of Jenn.

13) What are the jobs you had in high school/college/the early years?  I was one of my mom’s slaves in her flower shop.  Retail at Kona Confections, Joy’s Aloha Wear, and Corners of the Pacific on the “Boardwalk.”  Funny story: I would work the morning shift at Joy’s Aloha Wear and then the night shift at Corner’s of the Pacific which happens to be next to each other.  Customers would come in, do a double take, and ask me “didn’t I just see you next door this morning?”  Why yes, yes you did.  I also worked at Bank of Hawaii and HFS Federal Credit Union.

14) Show us a picture from high school or college.

this is very old school, like 11 years ago, old school.

5) If you could travel anywhere in the world, all expenses paid, where would you go?  New York for the Macy’s Day Parade.

16) Show us the most current picture of you, your family, or anything of meaning to you.

Photo by Connie, www.islandbuzzy.com

7) Where do you see your life 5 years from now?  Back to work, married, and settled in a place of our own (preferably in Kona).    

That was fun and now you know just a little more.  Anything else you want to know, ask away.  I’ll be back tomorrow with something; I just don’t know what yet.  I’ve got lots of things swirling around this ‘ol brain of mine.

Until then,

Jenn.

Ready…Set…Go…

…with a Confess Sesh for your Monday!

  

Lovelies, I’ve been holding out on you. 

I mentioned in this post that other life changing things have been happening and I promised to give an update later.  Today is the “later” and I apologize for not doing it sooner but shoot, life has been hectic.  Gone are the days of taking 5 hours naps, wandering aimlessly in stores because I’m bored, or taking impromptu trips wherever and whenever just because I feel like it.  

Anyhoo, here it is in picture form thanks to Pinterest and Cia.

Photo by Connie Lou at islandbuzzy.com

And speaking of Pinterest, there are so many cute ways to document the bump!  I should get myself together pronto if I want to succeed at this documenting thing. 

So yes, right there above sits my confession.  And until I get myself together, here are some tidbits of what’s been happening so far:

` I’m at 10 weeks but it looks like I’m about 24 weeks.  Everyone is different right?

` Taco Bell and Pizza Hut are my best friends.

` You can’t trust me with your tub of Cookies & Cream ice cream.  I will dig out all the cookies and leave you with just the cream and microscopic particles of cookies.  Consider this your warning.

` I’m nauseated but trying not to think about it.

` I’m already wearing maternity clothes (GASP!).  Don’t worry; I’m just as shocked as you are.  And this time around, I'm being smart to not stretch out my regular clothes.

` Bursts of energy make an appearance when everyone is sleeping.  It’s not okay to vacuum at 1am.

` I can totally get away with throwing tantrums.  The Mister says “I’m sorry.  I forgot you’re pregnant and hormonal.”

`I’m slowly getting over the fact that Happy Hour is/has been no longer.  I realize that that sounds selfish but it’s the truth.

` I’m praying for the third time’s the charm….in the gender department.  I need a girl but overall, I’m praying for a healthy Radical to-be.

There you go.  

The beans are spilled.  

I have another appointment in 2 weeks and hopefully I’ll have the “bumpdates” going by that time.  

I’m hoping.  

I hope y’all have a great week!

Jenn.

Excuse Me?

Do you have phone etiquette?  Yes?  Well I’m glad you do because there are other people who need to learn it.  I’ve had my fair share of buttholic (butt-hole-ick; yep I just made up my own word) people who don’t know how to act when on the phone especially when they are the ones who called me.  People without phone etiquette annoy the crap out of me.  

A couple of days of days ago the phone rang and I answered...

“Hello?” I said.

“Who dis?”  said the mysterious caller.

Now I have to tell you that I was having a pretty good day so I didn't rip this guy a new one but I did have some attitude.  But if I was having a crappy day the conversation would have proceeded like this…

Me: “Who dis?  No, No, No.  Eh, you no call me and tell me ‘who dis’.  Who da hell are you?  You called me!  You no call somebody and say ‘who dis’.  What da hell is the wrong witchu (with you)?!”  “So who is dis and who you looking for?”

The caller: “Oh yeah yeah sorry yeah.  Um, yeah dis is Jack the Crack and yeah dis numba had show up on my phone and yeah I was jus wondering…who dis.”

Me: “There you go with your ‘who dis’ again.  You could have just said from the very beginning who you were and why you were calling; not just ‘who dis’.  Learn how fo ack when you call somebody! (translates to learn how to act when you call somebody!)

Yep, there I am in all my “tita moke” glory.  What’s a “tita moke’ you ask?  

Moke (rhymes with coke, Iguess?): big, tough local guy and Tita(TIT-ah): usually large, always tough, very local female version of moke.  

I’m not proud when I act like that but push me to that place and I’ll rip you a new one.  

Anyhoo, back to the mysterious caller from a couple of days ago…I showed him some mercy only because I’ve been noticing that all the people who call with no phone etiquette are calling for the Mister.  And I don’t want them to rag on him about how much of a witch I am.  So here was my nice version of the conversation…

Me: “Hello?”

Caller: “Who dis?”

Me: “This is Jenn and who is this?”

Caller: “Oh somebody went call my numba and I wanted fo no who dis?”

Me: “And you are?”

Silence….

Me: “Hello?  Maybe you know Kawai (the Mister) and if so he ain’t home.”

Caller: “Oh yeah yeah!  Oh dis Dexta (Dexter); tell him fo call me ah?!”

Me: “Okay then!”

Consider yourself lucky “Dexta”!  And by the way…learn some phone etiquette!

There you go my friends, one of my biggest pet peeves but I’m learning to brush it off and let it go.  But do you know what I mean?!?  Tell me that wouldn’t annoy you guys!  

Hope your Thursday is grand!

Jenn.

I have friends; the dentist is not one of them.

Hello again!  On top of my emotions and the craziness that went on for the past couple of weeks, I’ve been having some massive blog-farts!  Haha!  Anyway, I’m slowly getting back into the blogging groove. 

On Monday, I was scheduled for a tooth extraction.  Or you can say I had a tooth pulled, for a not so glamorous term.  Tooth extraction, pulled tooth, pulling teeth…same thing. 

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Let’s start from Sunday, the day of my last meal.  I was told that I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink ANYTHING 8 hours prior to my appointment.  I no joke ate like I was never going to eat again.  I was fine and stuffed from all the food and junk I ate until Monday morning rolled around. 

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I, the person who has to have her coffee or else all hell will break loose, couldn’t have it.  Not even the tiniest drop to tickle my taste buds.  I wasn’t a happy camper.  My appointment wasn’t until 10am so I tried my hardest to keep myself busy until it was time to go. 

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I finally made it there and the receptionist informed me that they were running 20 minutes behind.  I could feel myself getting hot but I didn’t take out my no-coffee-having frustrations on her.  Lucky girl.  So I sat and waited and I gotta tell you, I felt like this dentist office was torturing me.  I was already irate at the fact that I couldn’t have my morning usual and they had an area set up with coffee and water right in front of me.  It was torture.  I could have punched the guy sitting next to me.  But I didn’t.  I kept my cool as I watched all these people make their drinks and sip them in pleasure. 

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Half an hour, which seemed like a lifetime, went by only for the receptionist to tell me “I’m really sorry but it’s going to be another 20 minutes.”  Is she provoking me to reach out and touch her?  I was all sorts of annoyed that morning.  I’m not fond of admitting that but it’s the truth. 

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“Jennifer?” said the nurse.  That’s me, that’s me!!  I couldn’t be any happier that I was closer to making this torture stop.  I went in, sat on the chair, and waited for the dentist to come in.  I don’t have any issues with pulling teeth or having my teeth drilled but what happened next is what I had an issue with.  While they were attaching me to a machine, they explained that they will put me to sleep for this procedure?  What the what?  Can’t you just numb my mouth, pull my tooth, and call it a day?  I know, what a wimp. 

So as the dentist is injecting me with this evil stuff, he tells me “You’re going to start feeling dizzy and sleepy soon!”  He wasn’t even done injecting the stuff and I was feeling it.  I don’t remember anything about the procedure but when I came to, I felt like I was in the twilight zone.  I could hear voices.  They sounded far away but when I finally tried to focus, it was the nurse sitting next to me.  Really creepy I tell you.  It was a weird and scary experience.  It was like one of those movies where it’s dark and there’s a consistent light flashing.  I didn’t feel like I had control of myself.  I felt drunk and embarrassed that I couldn’t talk normal.  The nurse walked me to my car which was even more embarrassing because I couldn’t walk straight! 

The Mister was getting a kick out of it.  He thought I was hilarious when I told him we needed to go to Wal-Mart to get my wine.  All this and all I could focus on was wine.  Now you know my priorities….I kid! 

Anyhoo, that was my horrible experience with being sedated and I do not, I repeat DO NOT, ever want to go through that again.  It’s been 3 days and I’m ready to eat something other than mashed potatoes and tomato soup.  It’s been fun but I’ll be fine without you for the rest of the year. 

So how’s about you guys?  Any weird or traumatizing experiences at the dentist?  Do share! 

Until then,

Jenn.

A Piece of Advice to Myself.

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Remember in this post I said this “thing” is clinging to me and I couldn’t come up with a decent post?  Well, this “thing” is actually my emotions.  Lately, my heart has been heavy and my emotions are all over the creation.  They are coming from all angles and I’ve been trying to sort through them. 

I woke up yesterday determined to get it all out instead of keeping it bottled up and get it all out I did.  I released everything; I think I abused my keyboard and I also had a talk with one of the BFFs.  I felt better.  I felt like I could move forward with a fresh view. 

As I was out on the lanai this morning enjoying my coffee, I was reflecting on my emotions and how it affected my life for the past few weeks.  This is life and life isn’t always butterflies and rainbows.  I’m always going to have some type of issue and things are not always going to go my way.  I’ll come across somebody who will say or do something that pisses me off.  I get that but how I react is what needs to change.  I need to step back, gather my thoughts, and look at the big picture. 

Easier said than done, huh?  Yep, but the more I practice that the easier it’ll be.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m still human and I can guarantee you that in some cases, in the heat of the moment, I will let my emotions get the best of me but I’m human and we all do it.  What I’m saying is that I am aiming to be in a positive light for the most part. 

And then I had an epiphany. 

It hit me like a ton of coconuts and at that moment I said to myself out loud (at 6:30am, haha!) “Oh my gosh!  You sooooo need to practice what you preach!” 

All this time I’ve been giving advice to others about looking at the big picture, think before you speak, it’s not the end of the world, live your life and don’t let others bring you down, if you were to put your problems up on a tree alongside everyone else you’ll gladly take yours back, and blah, blah, and blah. 

Why is it so easy for me to give advice but so hard to take use it?  Don’t answer that…haha! 

Anyway, I am feeling a whole lot better and now I can move forward and get some shiz done.  Shiz meaning my work (which is piling up, sorry mom!).  And come to think of it, I have a lot of posts which have been sitting in my drafts.  Great, now I can post on a regular basis instead of going MIA all the time. 

Well lovelies, that’s all I got for now.  Have a lovely day!

Peace out!

Jenn.

Am I doomed?

To be the only person on this Earth who will not get married?  It was never an issue before and if I remember correctly, I would always say that I’d never get married.  When people would ask me why, I’d be a smart-ass and say “because I like having one foot out the door”.  Well Jenn, now you can take that foot and eat it!  Great, I put myself in this position huh? 

Its funny how in 5 months, my thinking changed.  In my very first post I said I was fine with the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing but in all honesty, I don’t feel that way anymore.  Now that I’ve/we’ve grown I have a change of heart and it’s something that’s constantly on my mind. 

All sorts of unpleasant things run through my mind when he says we don’t need to get married.  Questions like “am I not the person for him?” or “does he have plans on leaving me for a younger, beautiful female?” or “what am I doing wrong?” 

He tells me I’m crazy, to stop thinking that way, and that people get married only to get divorced.  What?  That doesn’t even make sense. He goes on and on about all these couples (friends of ours) who get married then divorced.  He has a whole list of couples and when I think of another couple he’s all “they’re having problems and are about to get divorced.”  Always an answer for everything huh?

He says marriage only ruins things and why fix something (our relationship) when it’s not broken?  That doesn’t make sense either.  He thinks that I’ll leave him once we get married.  Wait a minute, I’m the one who wants to get married and when it finally happens, I’m going to leave you?  Okay, that totally does not make sense. 

He says people in the relationship change when they’re married.  Like how?  An alien will take over my body once we tie the knot?  We’re coming up on being together for 8 years.  8 years.  I think after 8 years I’d have a hard time changing.  We’ve been to the doors of hell and back.  What could possibly come our way that we couldn’t overcome?  I’ve given my all, my whole heart, I’ve put up with crap that most people would walk away from, I know that a relationship is a two-way street.  I feel like I’ve proved myself to handle whatever bumps we encounter.  I don’t know.  Maybe we need to actually go into hell. 

Another thing he says is “we’re common law already and marriage is just a piece of paper.”  I don’t do common law.  I don’t like it when people call him my husband because it’s “common law”.  I don’t like it when my parents introduce him as their “son in-law”.  Don’t call him something he’s not.  It’s just another one of my weird things. 

Oh, I give up.  I’m done talking about this subject.  I don’t want to force him into it; what fun would that be?  It is what it is and I’ll have to accept it. 

The End.

jenn

PS.  Even though I’m done talking about this, feedback from you married folk would be nice.  You know, just to broaden my horizon.  I feel that I may be looking at this the wrong way.  Thank you.

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I’m weird because…

I drive with the windows down while the ac is on.

If I cook spaghetti, I won’t eat it until the next day.  That means I only eat the  spaghetti noodles the first night.

If I happen to be awake at 2am, I would check to see if Oswald (from NickJr) is on and if so, I’d sit there and watch it.  I’m an Oswald and Little Bear fan and I wish they would bring back Pinky Dinky Doo and 64 Zoo Lane.

I’m a bad friend because…

I don’t make an effort to visit when I’m home.

I’m not quick to return text messages.

I’m a party-pooper when it comes to getting together without my family.

I’m a good friend because…

I’m a listener.

I’m there when you need me.

I’ll be the one to come and get your ass no matter what time it is or where you’re at.

I’m sad because…

Time is flying by way too  fast.  November has come to an end, Christmas is right around the corner, and before you know it we’ll be celebrating the New Year.

My radicals are growing up.

We live so far away from family.

I’m happy because…

I’m 99.9% done with my Christmas shopping.  That’s a first!  I’m one of those wait- until-the-very-last-minute people.

I’m blessed to have the mister as my partner and two happy healthy radicals.

Diapers are becoming sooo last season!

I’m excited for…

My very first holiday meal that I’m making!

The New Year and what it has in store for us.

The look on the radicals faces when they open their Christmas present.

Happy Hump Day!

jenn

It's Complicated - Part 2

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Happy Friday Friends!

I have to say that I’ve been a bit apprehensive about sharing this.  I’ve been afraid that somehow the Mister’s mom would come across my little ‘ol blog and read this and then hate me forever.  But you know what?  These are my feelings and everyone is allowed to have feelings right?  Right. 

I feel obligated to stay…

Like I said in my last post – I thought this was temporary.  But I apparently our definitions of “temporary” are different.  

Radical #1 was born in April of 2008.  I continued to work and I felt so lucky to have the best babysitter in the world, Miss Connie Lou over at Island Buzzy.  She is awesome and I trusted her.  She put my day-care paranoia at ease because let’s face it, who doesn’t have anxiety and fear of having someone you don’t really know watch your kid(s)?  I have major paranoia. 

Then I got pregnant with Radical #2 in 2009 and I also lost my job (crap!).  Raging hormonal pregnant lady…that was me.  I never prepared for the worst and the worst was happening.  Losing my job meant losing my income and benefits so yes, I had a meltdown.  

I finally came to my sense (having a meltdown wasn't helping anyone) and went through my options.  I could easily find another job and all will be well in the world.  But I was informed that my beloved babysitter was no longer available.  Cue another meltdown.  Because remember, I had major daycare paranoia.  

Then I had the bright idea of moving back to Kona.  I had more resources there and I had babysitters there.  It was in fact the perfect plan; I had jobs, babysitters, and we would be closer to family and friends.  Why didn’t I think of this sooner?  

Oh, because I forgot about this house!  “What’s my mom going to do about this house?” was the Mister’s question.  Honestly, I felt like that wasn’t our concern anymore.  What we should be concerned about was how we were going to support our family.  Up until I lost my job, I was the one with the steady income.  Don’t get me wrong, the Mister is a hard worker but he’s in the construction industry and work wasn’t really stable.  I was certain that he could find work in Kona but the obligation we had to his mom and this house was on the forefront.  

Yes, I felt crappy for putting a halt on what she was doing but I also felt that I had to think of my family first and the situation we were in.  There was another option: the Radicals and I could move to Kona while the Mister stayed back to take care of the house.  But I really didn’t want to separate my family on his mom’s behalf.  Why should my family have to suffer because she’s not ready to come home?  But the reasons for moving didn’t matter and all they could think about was this house.  

So I sucked it up and looked for jobs and daycare here.  I found some jobs but the reality was that I would be working just to pay for daycare.  What’s the sense in that?  And so I began my journey as a stay-at-home mom.  It made me very nervous that the Mister was taking over the financial part of our lives.  

I was no longer in control.  The first year was financially difficult.  Scraping coins, deciding which bill was going to be paid and which ones had to wait, and just stressing out on how we were supposed to live.  It was hard to budget with a sporadic income.  It was tough and it tested my patience like never before.  I became depressed and bitter towards the Mister.  We were constantly arguing and I just couldn’t help it when awful things would come flowing out of my mouth.  Things like “you and your mom put us in this position!” or “if you and your mom weren’t so selfish we wouldn’t be having this conversation so it ain’t my problem!”  

I started to realize that instead of being a snappy witch, I should have been more positive and encouraging towards the Mister.  My crappy attitude wasn’t helping him or our situation.  I have to say that this situation and the years to follow have brought us together; it’s made us stronger as a couple.  We’ve lived it, we’ve learned from it, and now we’re moving forward…as a family.  We’ve grown, we’ve changed, and we have a better outlook on life. 

So maybe I shouldn’t say I feel obligated to stay but more so, I feel it’s best for our family to stick together.  In time, things will start to look up.  After all, this is life and nobody said life was easy.    

jenn

Jenn: A - Z

I’ve seen this twice across the blogsphere and I thought it would be fun to join in!  So here it goes, the ABC’s of little ‘ol me:

A: age – 30!!  Can I get a woohoo?!?!  30 is the new 20, right?

B: bed size – Cal king and I don’t really like it only because it’s short.  Is it supposed to be that way or did I get a lemon?  Haha!

C: chore that you hate – cleaning the bajillion knick-knack “decorations”.  Ugh.  I know it may sound weird but y’all will get it once I post my complicated living situation.

D: dogs – a pitbull named Maka because he has cute patches over his eyes.  I used to have another pitbull, Daisy, but she’s been mia for a year now (sad, sad face).

E: essential start to you day – C.O.F.F.E.E.  It’s a must or else my crabby-ness will make an appearance.

F: favorite color – hhmmm, I love pink.  I also love green.

G: gold or silver – both?  They remind me of Christmas and if I had it my way, my decorations wouldn’t come down.  Ever. 

H: height – 4’11.5”.  I believe I will make it to 5’ before I die.

I: instruments you play – I used to play the clarinet in middle school but now I play the drums made out of pots and pans.  Did you know the radicals and I have our own band?

J: job title – SAHM.  Don’t hate.

K: kids – 2 radicals: Tyson-Alexander (3) & Tylan-Joseph (2).  ‘Baby’ has been circulating the brain lately…maybe it’ll be a girl when that time comes.

L: live – The Big Island, Hawaii

M: mother’s name – mom, mum, mother

N: nicknames – Jenn or Ola (short for Neola.  Fun fact: the name is Greek, not Hawaiian)

P: pet peeve – when a certain someone drops his dirty laundry next to the dirty hamper instead of in the hamper.  And when there’s something on the ground that doesn’t belong on the ground, that same certain someone will walk over it instead of picking it up.

Q: quote from a movie – I can’t think of one, for the life of me.  I haven’t watched a movie in years.  Come to think of it, I don’t think I’m a movie kind of person.  It’s hard to enjoy, let alone follow a movie with two little radicals.

R: right or left handed – right

S: siblings – 2 younger brothers

T: time you wake up – normally between 4:30 and 5am but it’s been abnormal around these parts lately (sad face).

U: underwear – as in do I wear underwear?  Yes, yes I do.

V: vegetables you hate – is bittermelon considered a vegetable?  If so, I hate it.  I’d rather eat my arm or something.

W: what makes you run late? – me.  I think my mother cursed me.  We were always late when I was growing up and I promised myself I would change that when I was older.  Mission not accomplished.  I’m working on it though.

X: x-ray’s you’ve had – I think I’ve only had them on my teeth.

Y: yummy food that you make – my honey walnut shrimp gives the Lemongrass restaurant “hard rub” says the mister, chicken chow fun, & mochiko chicken.

Z: zoo animals – penguins

Have a Happy Thursday!

jenn