Leaving The Resort And Liking It

Well friends, if you doubted that I could really stretch a seven day trip into four separate blog posts, doubt no longer! This post is episode three and I have one more in me.

Here is my Dad, Matthew, and Ceci in the Bjorn at Waimea Bay. The water looks a bit dangerous, no? That's because it is. I couldn't believe how many people were swimming despite all the signs advising people to stay out of the water. This bay has some of the largest surf anywhere in the world in the winter, and it hosts the famous Eddie Aikau surf competition. I rarely read biographies but I'm reading his. It's awesome. 

Waikiki Beach 

Honolulu has some of the best '60's mod architecture I've ever seen. And yes, you heard me,

I said '60's mod architecture. That's stuff White People Like. 

Diamond Head from the bar at the Sheraton. We drove into Honolulu to visit with Matthew's childhood friend Chris. Driving to Honolulu from our resort took 1.5 hours. It was less than 25 miles. Honolulu traffic reminds me of California. 

More funky Honolulu hotels. 

Baby's fartface. We were attacked by some crazily aggressive pigeons at this food court.

To be continued on the Big Island...

Resort Family Fun and Stuff

As promised, here are more vacation pictures!

Our first day at the Marriott at Ko'Olina on Oahu. When we arrived at Honolulu my parents picked us up and drove us 30 minutes north to the large gated- in resort. It had more tall buildings than Bellingham. Our room number was 20822. We got lost coming from the beach to our room twice on the first day.

Matthew and Ceci being topless in the $30 cabana at the Marriott. The cabana was radical. My old sucky job was at a Dermatology clinic, and I now have melanoma paranoia. My girl's flesh will never see the sun. Never ever. Neither will mine. But that is because I'm vain, and the sun= crocodile skin.

Topless again at the Japanese- built lagoon in front of our resort. In case you're wondering, these sunglasses infuriated her and she only wore them for this one picture before she tore them off and screamed at the top of her lungs.

Here's my Mom enabling some flirting with a very cute Latino baby named Rodolfo. We stalked him and his Mom a little bit. They were both very sassy. The resort was maybe 65% Japanese and 35% Caucasian, but my baby scouted out the one and only Latino toddler there. She's a girl after my own heart. 

In case you can't tell, the "water feature" is simply a very phallic lava rock spurting water from the tip. Creepy. Why? Things like this make me want to write letters to the management. Like my mind isn't twisted enough. This type of "art" confounds me, is it a psychology experiment?

Reading the biography of my sister from another mister.

Apparently wading with a baby with no water wings or life saving device is just cause for Australian mums to yell at you from the beach. Eat me bitches.

Vacation pictures to be continued...

Friday Bling

Michelle Chang

I've been so busy lately I almost forgot to obsess over jewelry. But when I was in Hawaii I saw this gal's stuff in a shop, and I was smitten. This ring is awesome and it tickles my inner Harry Potter geek. It reminds me of a ring I had in the sixth grade, only nicer and a lot more expensive. I might buy myself the shark tooth necklace for my birthday. It's not cheap but I deserve it. I pushed out a baby this year and got a new job. Plus, Ceci is getting teeth and my world is a poopisode. If you have no idea what I mean, let me tell you, teething = diarrhea. Only bling will make me feel better about having poo smeared all over my house and life. Gold is shiny and diamonds sparkle.

Honolulu Chinatown

Hello friends. I came back from Hawaii and I'm not too happy about it. I'm in a bit of a post-vacation funk. I think a trip to Hawaii needs to be at least two weeks long, with no more than two days on Oahu. More on that in another post.

I'm going to spread my vacation into a few posts this week because I'm tired and I feel like phoning it in. 

So here we go!

Honolulu Chinatown is a cooks paradise if you are willing to take risks. There are a multitude of vegetables that I've never seen before. I asked the vendors about a few of them, and the standard response was "It doesn't have English name. You put in soup".

Here's where shit got real. These folks are not messing around. We weren't brave enough to purchase, kill, and cook the bullfrog. If someone were to prepare the bullfrog for me I would like to try it. That's the type of omnivore I am. I don't want to see my food breathing but I have no qualms about eating it as long as I'm not doing the dirty work.

Sea snails.

Some people need reminding.