Since my 15-year-old self thought it was sexy when guys wore their jeans down below their boxer line I’m not one to typically judge, but it is 20 degrees outside and someone just walked by me with their jeans pretty much below their butt checks (and in white boxers too I might add), neglecting all the things wrong with that scene anyway, it is cold out! What are you doing?!

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Cheese and beer…. all you really need in life

Back before I had to give up alcohol and non-pasteurized cheeses (seriously, all those years of trying 1 crash diet after another, a pregnancy diet would have been of the strictest out there for me), my friend asked if I wanted to take a cheese class with her. Don’t have to ask me twice! Cue Murray’s Cheese shop. We ended up enrolling in a cheese and beer class and it was phenomenal! Despite my love of all things alcoholic, I’ve never actually understood how wine or anything else can bring out the flavor of food. But this class changed my mind as each cheese tasted different when paired with the beers they had left out for us.

And the cheeses were amazing themselves! Now I claim I’m a cheese lover but if I’m honest, I’m more of a cheez wiz connoisseur, so I was blown away by these cheeses that were wrapped in oak or caramelized…. I could go on and on. Just typing this post I had to stop to text my friend, “Can we please go back for another class???…. In July…”

After the class, I ended up staying in the city with Ryan for the weekend for a belated birthday getaway so I alone out of my friends did not stop by the Murray’s cheese shop after class to pick up some of my favorite cheeses, but Sunday afternoon found Ryan and me at the Murray shop at Grand Central Station where Ryan gave me side-eyes for going up to the counter with my class notes to buy out half the case. He quickly changed his tune however when he sampled some of the cheeses when we got home and agreed to go to a class with me in the future.

And I didn’t leave class completely empty handed. I left with a huge champagne-style bottle of beer that supposedly lasts up to two years and honestly did taste like the best beer and champagne all-in-one. Three weeks after that class, the stick read “pregnant” before I got a chance to open it so my beloved purchase is currently relegated to the back of my fridge and has a date with me in July. (I seem to have a LOT of alcoholic plans for July).

The before shot

Beer in wine glasses!

The after shot.

The only thing left on my plate were the wood pieces that wrapped around the cheese. Other people had a lot of beer and some cheese left over. Lame. Though they did leave sober and I did not…

So…..

Since I haven’t been on here in forever and since I’m at work on my PTO (despite the fact that I actually have a ton of work… I don’t want to do any of it due to my aforementioned PTO status and a use-it-or-lose-it policy which is why I’m off to begin with) you’re just going to get a lot of random posts from me… Starting with: my biggest and best christmas present ever!

Work selfie of the day!  I’m actually on PTO and was going to spend my morning at the car dealership checking out a brake problem I had. But when it turned out that my poor ford is sickly and would take hours to fix, I asked for a ride to my office a couple miles away to wait out the fix time with wifi, TV, a kitchen, bathroom, closeness to restaurants and shops… In all my pink hoodie glory. My work is pretty lax when it comes to dress code in comparison to the rest of the corporate world: wearing suits into the office make people thing you are interviewing somewhere and we use excuses such as “it’s snowing outside” to have an office-wide jeans day declaration. However, I don’t know if sweats, a hoodie, and uggs really make the cut. Needless to say I’m hiding from all the higher ups!

Work selfie of the day!

I’m actually on PTO and was going to spend my morning at the car dealership checking out a brake problem I had. But when it turned out that my poor ford is sickly and would take hours to fix, I asked for a ride to my office a couple miles away to wait out the fix time with wifi, TV, a kitchen, bathroom, closeness to restaurants and shops… In all my pink hoodie glory.

My work is pretty lax when it comes to dress code in comparison to the rest of the corporate world: wearing suits into the office make people thing you are interviewing somewhere and we use excuses such as “it’s snowing outside” to have an office-wide jeans day declaration. However, I don’t know if sweats, a hoodie, and uggs really make the cut. Needless to say I’m hiding from all the higher ups!

It just takes the fun out of winning when you cream someone in quizup whose Facebook picture is of them in military garb and you are like – I just got a near perfect score in Game of Thrones because that’s what I’ve spent the last 3 years doing… While you may have been off fighting for our country….

Not even sure why I’m so bothered by this…

A little less than 2 weeks ago my grandfather passed away. Despite the fact that he was 99 years old, it came as a shock to me…. I guess I figured he’d live forever. To be fair we weren’t that close, he married my grandmother when my mom (the youngest child) was already 18 years old and since they never really had to merge their families since the kids were grown and gone, most family get togethers over the years remained separate, with my grandpa spending time with his kids and their children and my grandmother visiting with us. But with my biological grandfather dying when my mom was only 9, this man was the only maternal grandfather I ever had.

His funeral is on Thursday and I’m not going… for the same reason that we aren’t close. Because my grandmother is awesome and fighting and getting better, but isn’t doing great. And a trip back to Hawaii is not easy. So while I pray it is not the case, if there is only 1 funeral I can make it back for this coming year… I would rather it be for her.

So with all the above thoughts floating through my brain, I don’t know why this pissed me off: my side of the family (the children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren of my grandma) were left off the obituary. My mother who has actually wiped my grandpa’s butt after he’s used the bathroom (ewww so gross so gross so gross) wasn’t mentioned. While the obituary didn’t mention any grandchildren by name, it listed a number… five. I can do the math. Those 5 do not include, me, my sister or my other cousins. Which okay, I get it, we aren’t direct descendants. But considering he’s the only grandfather I ever had on my mom’s side…. I’m pretty pissed.

Oh well…. A hui hou kakou, Grandpa.

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