At last

It's been a month since the big move to Hawai'i from NH, and SO much has happened during the past four weeks that it will likely take several posts for me to catch you all up on my whirlwind life. But I have been promising so many of my fabulous friends (and 'ohana) that I will put it all down here. At long last I have reliable internet and new this week I will have a reliable cell phone (egads, is she serious?!). I'm actually finally feeling fairly settled in. I bought a car on Craig's List, always an adventure (94 Nissan Maxima, aptly named Maximus, pictures to follow). The car saga will earn its own spot on this blog I assure you. James and I have purchased most of the home goods that we need minus a kitchen table, chairs, and a bed lift. I found a sweet computer desk and chair for $20.00 while James found us a neat coffee and end table set for $50.00. Both were steals found on Craig's List. LOVE IT. Honolulu is remarkably dependent on this fabulous internet invention, and I am saddened to think how underrated it is back home. We found our apartment and James' truck off the damn thing too. Not to mention all of my temp jobs that are paying my rent. Those I will detail later on.

Right now I am feeling great knowing I have almost come out of the sickness that has been plaguing me for the past week... but I feel terrible as James came home from work today feeling like poo. Or death, as he told me. We had an awesome dinner tonight in our mad attempts to eat like healthy adults, grilled buffalo chicken salads with black beans, corn, cheese, avocado and ranch dressing of course. :-) James liked his so much he immediately passed out on the sofa watching The Office and has been there for nearly 2 hours. As a veteran of the sickness haunting him, I know better than to wake him up. He started work as a Management Trainee at Enterprise Rent-a-Car and has been working like an animal. So all the sleep he can get is a good thing. We found a new supermarket really close to the house when we went to find some more Airborne for him last night in the hopes that it was keeping him from contracting my cold. Here's hoping that his immune system goes ninja overnight. Heeya!

I'm off to brush my teeth and steer a sleepwalking Jamey to his pillow. With a promise I will update again tomorrow... I say Aloha and Goodnight.

M

Wyoming

So if you've just arrived on this site and have no idea where in the world I am, here's the update. Laramie, Wyoming.
Yes it's a far cry from NH, but James is finishing his undergrad at UWyo this semester and graduating on Dec. 8th. Since my flurried summer of working 65 hours a week at a bed and breakfast and at Starbucks, I had the months of October, November, and December to fill before the big move to Honolulu, Hawai'i. James' fabulous roommates, Ashley and Ashlee were so nice in offering to let me stay with him at their place for however long I wanted, and James was happy to have me in the same zip code so here I am! The first two weeks I spent perfecting the art of being a bum. After the insane schedule I kept this summer it was the most welcome respite, even though I was attacked with a monster head cold right after I arrived. Courtesy of the airlines I'm sure...
Anyhoo, after those first two weeks I realized I had waaaaaay too much time on my hands for a Corlin, so I began the ridiculous hunt for a job in this town. There were a few factors working against me in this search. Firstly, minimum wage is $5.85 an hour. Secondly, the majority of the population of Laramie is the student body of UWyo. Many of whom will work for that wage because they need a job no matter what. Long story short, nearly every job I looked into was only paying the minimum. Yikes. The hunt did have a happy ending though, I found part-time employment as a Front Desk and Breakfast Attendant at the Baymont Inn and Suites in West Laramie. I'll detail some of my adventures at the Baymont in a later post.
I'll be in Laramie until December 15th, when James and I jetset to Las Vegas for a week (luckyyyyyyy) and from there will be flying to the Vegas of Manch on the 22nd to be home for Christmas.

Attack of the Blog

After a short trip home to NH for turkey tasting and turbulence, I lost count of the number of times I was asked, "So where exactly ARE you these days?". As I seem to have taken up residence in my battered pink suitcase lately, it's no wonder most of my friends and family have trouble keeping up with me. It is time to enter this blog-eat-blog world and shed a little light on the adventure I'm living... if for nothing else than to help my far-and-away friendlies know what I'm up to and thus, feel the joy and have a laugh. Or two. Or thirty-seven ha-has.