Hawaiian Poge

Music. So good.  Usually there is maybe one song I like that they play all the time on the radio that I can look forward to hearing, but currently there are about 5. Which meaaaaaaaaaaans that if I’m in the car and annoyed or bummed there are now good odds that I will hear a song that cheers me up.  It’s pretty awesome. It’s happened a lot lately. Not necessarily the annoyed or bummed part, but the happy inducing song part.  I literally cannot not sing when they come on. I’m often embarrassed to find myself singing out loud or playing air guitar while waiting in traffic.

I won’t share which songs they are because Chris will give me shit. (Sorry Mom, crap). And Dana will claim they’re not actually happy songs. Make one cd with depressing but peppy songs and name it “Happy Songs for Dana” and never live it down. Sheesh!

We were supposed to have a hurricane this last week but it just turned into a couple of rainy days. So it didn’t bring chaos and destruction luckily, but what it did bring was….portuguese man of wars! Portuguese Men of War?

Anyways, a beautiful snorkeling heaven was transformed into a stinky waterly haven of painfulness earlier today apparently.

Hanauma Bay was full of them. So weird.

So Felicia passed us by but now we’re gearing up for Guiellermo.  I have a closet full of water, chilli and flashlights. I’m ready.

We had one of our big fundraisers for work yesterday. It was a hit. And a blast. The theme of the event this year was Superhero bowl because our “Bigs” are superheroes. I promised everyone who donated to my page that I would dress up like a superhero but I couldn’t find any good costumes! I wanted to be Elastigirl because she was the only red-headed superhero I like, but no luck.  I tried a combo of tights and a bathing suit but that definitely did not work.

Ah well.

I wore a cape though.  I love capes and was very happy to have an excuse.  Sometimes I love this job.

I hate Midnight Oil and I like Depeche Mode.  (That’s right Tuggers.)

So, I don’t know if I hate Paula Abdul, but I definitely don’t like her at this moment. Elizabeth and I had an amazing array of ridiculous exercise videos (a collection I have reconstructed for myself) and one of them is Get Up and Dance with Paula. It plays techno versions of all of her crappy old songs (seriously, not the good ones) and then she does dance routines to them.  She’ll start out with an easy one with about 3 moves and then all of a sudden bust out with a double back flip, split/ballet move and expect you to follow her.  I spend most of the hour staring at the screen in disgust and marching in place.

Where does the Strawberry Pez come in you ask. Well, since I’m irrationally hating someone, I figured I should balance it by irrationally loving something. And that thing is a strawberry yogurt I was given the other day with a fruit plate at the Marriott pool bar. (Chuck says “hi” Mom.) The yogurt tasted EXACTLY like strawberry pez. It was uncanny. And delicious. If only it was lemon pez. Yum.

I find it interesting that a simple, though bizarre, name like Delilah can stir up in me very conflicting feelings.  Those of you who know me well know that things meant to soothe or relax me usually anger me immediately. It’s one of my endearing quirks. I think it’s because I feel manipulated, or it’s because I used to spend a lot of time on hold with Verizon. Either way, calming things make me mad. So that woman DJ Delilah pisses me off.  She’s so awful.  I hear her voice and want to break things.  Don’t tell me who to love, Delilah! And I hate her taste in music too, but sometimes I’ll flip around channels and find a song that I love and so stay on that station and then it’s her! She tricked me. For example, the other day she fooled me with Mr. Big’s classic monster ballad, “To be with you”.  Really!? I could never predict that Delilah would like that song! It’s not Better Midler. Or Celine Dion.

BUT having said all that, few songs make me happier than the song “Hey there Delilah” by the Plain White T’s.  I know. I don’t get it either. But I do.  I love it. It’s so catchy. I sing along immediately and keep singing it for at least the next 3 days.

And so I’m torn.

i think i had a case of the Mondays. This day took FOREVER. But it was good. It was my first day as a boss. I kind of miss being a minion. But it’ll pass.

I think I get to go to Kauai again on Friday.

I have a banana tree in my living room. Sometimes I forget that’s weird.  But it is a little weird. I’m watching Sex in the City, blogging, eating pizza…. and there’s a banana tree. In my living room.

I love Hawaii.

I’ve learned how to defend myself. In theory. I plan on using it next time Chris tries to steal a piece of my furniture.

My shoulder hurts. My shoulder hurts a lot. It hurts so much that I can almost believe that I’m being punished for something.  I go to a Physical Therapist. She makes it hurt more.

But today I went to the ocean and floated for a while and then swam for a minute, and it feels SO much better. I love the ocean. And my insurance actually covers it! By that I mean it’s free.

I wished Chris a Happy Birthday yesterday, but it’s Dad’s birthday too. I had a Heineken at the Hyatt Pool Bar today and had a nice chat with him.  It was pretty one-sided but he’s always been a man of few words.

It’s Chris’s birthday tomorrow. Happy Birthday Chris!