A twenty-something thirty-year-old Hawaii transplant living it up on the East Coast for the past 10 years (Boston and Stamford, CT). This blog is to document my daily adventures and things that I find cool, uncool, hilarious, awe-inspiring, and annoying. Please feel free to email me at hawaiigurlinct@gmail.com.
May 15, 2010
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We had a stowaway with us in NYC this weekend.
The original plan had been that Ryan and I would pack a small bag of clothes the night before and head to the hotel in Times Square after we got done with work on Tuesday with our little bags. Just the two of us.
But this all changed last weekend when we Sushi had a bloodshot red-eye that he could barely keep open. A frantic call to the vet for a last minute appointment and painful eye-testing (for Sushi) led to the diagnosis that he plays too hard with his siblings and someone (ahem Spam… I’m looking at you!) scratched his eye. The treatment? Medicine in his eyes twice a day and it would probably be better to keep the kitteh-playing to a minimum while his eye healed. So after a couple hours of first panicking and then debating about switching off who would commute into the city from Stamford each day - we noticed that our hotel was actually pet (and more importantly cat) friendly. Oh thank god. So the “little backpack filled with clothes” turned into a huge suitcase filled to the brim with medicine, toys, food, litter and a makeshift litter box made out of an aluminum catering tray.
We also fully intended on paying the one-time probably expensive fee for our cat to stay. Except they didn’t seem to notice that we had a cat with us. So we kept the do not disturb sign on the door, snuck his excrements outside each day to throw away in a sidewalk trash can, and reused our towels for a couple days. And today we snuck him back outside the hotel as he accompanied Ryan and his family up to Connecticut as they take a day trip up to see the rest our “children.”
May 5, 2010
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The hubby has started bringing Sushi and Spam to the train station with him when he picks me up after work. (Sox greatly protested a ride in the car but the boys were fans.) Totally brought a smile to my face when I saw this little guy pawing at the car window, welcoming me home.
April 16, 2010
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Happy Friday!
March 19, 2010
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Curious cat is curious
February 27, 2010
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I don’t understand why everyone calls me the bad one.
December 29, 2009
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I think Sushi had the most fun opening presents out of all of us.
November 23, 2009
My Great Christmas Card Idea:
1) Find santa outfit that was too big for Spam last year and dress all 3 cats in various pieces of the santa costume
2) Take oh-so-adorable picture of cats as they sit calmly staring at the camera with costume on
3) Turn pictures of cats into Christmas card covers
Results: Complete hatred of costume, posing, and of me.
Alternative idea: buy generic cards from Walgreens.
November 9, 2009
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Sushi, the only cat of ours still curious about life outside our condo, didn’t like it when he wasn’t allowed in the garage while Ryan and I were changing the battery in Ryan’s car. Err… okay, while Ryan changed the battery and I stood off to the side calling out… are you sure you don’t want me to call AAA?
So I took pity on Monster and let him watch the “excitement” from the inside of my car.
He was extremely excited. Simple pleasures, I guess.
October 19, 2009
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The hubby and I both finally updated our iPhone software to send and receive picture texts.
This is an example of what he’s been sending me while I’ve been away. Let’s just say - I’m ready to come home.
October 13, 2009
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Stop, just stop.
This is not a cute, epic picture for you to take.
All I wanted to do was jump up on the counter to say hi but I guess my legs are not long enough since I missed the counter ledge and fell into a swimming pool and some heavy round object conked me on the head, trying to lock me in the swimming pool. Oww!
So after than you’d think I’d get waited on hand and food right? No! I got yelled at. Something about how much germs there are in the swimming pool - which apparently they call a toilet - and how gross it was. Of course it was gross- I got wet!
And then they talked about giving me the ultimate punishment. They wanted to BATHE me! No siree! I can give myself a bath, thank you very much. One that does not involve getting me more wet.
So I was working on the cleaning process when flashes started going off in my face. Excuse me, this is PRIVATE. Do I snap a picture you are bathing yourself and laugh at you? No - because it’s Ruuuude.
