WOW! I just realized that it’s been an ENTIRE MONTH since I have blogged about anything…I need to get my ass in gear, here! In the meantime, enjoy a few pics from my pond, because I certainly do. I have froggers!
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So here I am, albeit, WEEKS later then promised, with the much anticipated photos of Cornelius, my betta fish. He is still the latest addition to my menagerie and he is STILL alive as I just took these today. But hey, the way my life is, I’m just happy to get things accomplished, even if I am ridiculously behind schedule. Ain’t he purrrrty though?? He matches my kitchen. *smile* That does my obsessive-compulsive heart good.
It’s not as easy as you might think to snap shots of a 3 inch long fish who lives inside of an oversized brandy snifter. Between flash glare and weird House-of-Mirrors type distortion, thanks to the convex shape of the bowl, there were only a few shots that didn’t make his strong manly figure seem grotesque. Oh yeah, and that stuff at the top that looks like roots? It is roots – he’s got a Peace Lily to keep him company. And to eat and stuff…
The other night, snow was falling and the snowflakes were so beautiful, I had to try to get a pic or two. Sadly, I was not having the best of luck with my camera on such a day, and it’s a sad realization when you are unable to get the detail that the naked eye can see, on film. Forgive the quality, I know it’s less than impressive, but you are still able to make out some of the specific snowflakes and their awesome shapes.
Today was a good day. Totally due to the fact that this evening after I got home, I put the pups out to pee and went to check my mail, only to be surprised by my I-had-totally-forgotten-that-I-ordered-it products from Lush!! I was so excited over that little box on my doorstep, I wasn’t even concerned that for a 26 year old, I have the memory of a 90 year old dementia patient. Mmm, LUSH! I seriously can’t wait to try this stuff out. One of my favorite things about Lush is that each product is handmade with NO preservatives. And that little sticker with a face on it? That’s the person who made the product, when they made it, and (since it has no preservatives) when it expires. And those little pieces of soap were freebies – boy, do I love free stuff! Nothing makes my heart go pitter-pat quite like tiny little pieces of product for my sampling pleasure.
It’s becoming more and more apparent that there are just no decent days in my week anymore. Mondays are just notoriously shitty, and lately, every other day has been just as notorious in my life. I feel like I struggle to catch a break most days, and this particular monday was no exception.
This morning, I walked out the door to my garage (which, BTW, is NOT attached to my house) as I do every morning, to get into my car and go to work. Sadly, there was a flaw in that typical logic and the powers that be decided to throw me for a loop first thing in the morning. Apparently, I have superhuman strength as I BROKE MY KEY OFF IN THE LOCK. The only lock, to the only door to get into my garage. Whoo effing hoo. I fear for what the rest of this week may bring…
This weekend I have not been feeling 100%, so in an attempt to use as little energy as possible, and yet without sitting so idly I go insane, I’ve decided to work on a couple old projects that I haven’t finished, in an attempt to get them at least closer to completed. All of my projects, actually, happen to be scarves that I have about halfway completed. They started off as brilliant Christmas gifts, and now they’ve morphed into “You get this now because I just finished it” gifts. Things are definitely beginning to shape up though. This one is about 75% complete as of this moment. Hopefully, by the end of today, I can have 1 in 3 finished up! Whoo!
My very last day of my very excellent vacation was spent in a very awesome way: I gave up my snorkeling virginity!
We ventured around the southern shore of O’ahu until we found the found the entrance to the Marine Wildlife Sanctuary of Hanauma Bay Wildllife Preserve. Walter and I had discussed snorkeling as being part of my Wild and Wonderful Hawaiian vacation and it took us until the last day I was there (due to the fact that they are closed on Tuesdays and we arrived to find a full parking lot, with no access allowed, on Wednesday) to actually go. I had never snorkeled before, and despite warnings in regards to claustrophobia from Walter, I pompously assumed that I WOULD BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT. I was wrong…I ended up having a minimal freak out the first time I put my face under the water. Most of it had to do with remembering that I COULD NOT BREATHE THROUGH MY NOSE and had to breathe through my mouth, and the rest of it had to do with my ridiculously unjustified fear of fish.
After a few minutes of swimming around and now and again popping my head back above water to reaffirm that the outside, land-based world had in fact, not ended, despite the fact that I wasn’t able to see it, I started to get the hang of snorkeling. My heavy breathing sounded vaguely reminiscent of a teenagers prank phone call but I was finally feeling OK and we decided to venture away from the sandy bottom out into the deeper waters of the bay in the hopes of seeing a honu, AKA a green sea turtle. We began to swim out over-top of a tall stretch of the reef – there was barely enough room between the top of the reef and where our bodies were and I in fact, managed to scrape my knees up a bit as I floated over. ::ENTER FREAK OUT NUMBER 2:: I suddenly began to feel the walls close in. I’ve never considered myself claustrophobic; I mean, I hate shopping in malls around Christmas time because being surrounded by so many people for so long makes me feel panicky, but I always just assumed that was because I hate people. No longer shall I assume THAT! I literally jumped as far out of the water as I could, grabbed Walter’s arm, spit my snorkel out and started chanting: “I’ve gotta get out of here! I’ve gotta get out of here! I’ve GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!!!” in such a tone that I believe I attributed to her mild panic attack as well. I was legitimately FREAKING THE SHIT OUT. After a moment of deliberation, we decided to haul ass back the way that we had come in hopes that the trip BACK to shore would be quicker, and less traumatic than the trip out to where we were was.
I must have looked like I had a motor attached to my ass cause I was kicking those fins as fast as I could and I didn’t even have to use my arms to swim. I literally flew out of the water and landed on the beach as if I was landing a boat, with Walter close behind. In that moment, we both decided we needed a cigarette. Being a Nature Preserve, we had to go back up the massive hill to the parking lot to smoke.
As I was sitting in Walter’s car, inhaling deeply and trying to calm my racing heart, I noticed that as the ocean water was drying on me, it was leaving the most ridiculous crust of salt that I have ever seen. Needless to say, I became so enthralled with our salty arm hairs that I forgot all about ALMOST DYING in the middle of paradise (see photo below).
Seriously folks, this is the fantastic paradise of Hanauma Bay. Even if I had known I’d lose my shit, I probably STILL would have gone out, anyway! And yes, the water really is that color. *smile* No retouching, I swear!