Hale Kilinahe: The Journal

March 16, 1999 I'm here, typing in my journal so my darling husband will quit nagging me, while the pictures that he promised to scan onto my daughter's page are still mysteriously missing. Hmm. To use an already overused catchphrase, what's up with that? Is it that he's just swamped with other stuff to do, like watching Letterman? Or has he forgotten, even though I leave the photo album in the middle of the floor every day in a not-so-subtle hint? Oh, Christ, he's looking over my shoulder. Whew, he's gone. I'm (a little) annoyed about this, and I'm not sure why. I guess it's that K's page is the only way my parents get to see her on a consistent basis and now that's not even dependable. This sounds really bitchy, and I don't mean to be; in fact, it doesn't bother me until I realize that when they see her again, she'll be walking and maybe even an inch taller than when they saw her last. Anyway, we bought K a Teletubby. Last week, I saw the commercial for the new Microsoft ActiMates Teletubbies and I got so excited because K really likes the show. I squealed to Ryan about this, but he just looked kind of amused. We went on E-Toys to see how much this thing cost, and it was a lot, so I decided that we'd have to wait and maybe get it for her for her second birthday. The next day, and I swear I don't know what came over me, I had a weird feeling so I hacked into Ryan's E-Toys account to see if he'd ordered it anyway, and sunufagun, he did. Ha! So now we're the proud owners of Po. Good grief. And Ryan's definitely more into it than Katie is, at least for now. I've been having the strangest episodes. Basically, I just have really weird memories, and they're very vivid. It's stuff that was completely irrelevant to my life and certainly is useless to think about now, but there they are, like a frog in your soup. Like the time my guy friend Rick went on a blind date and she turned out to be this really weird girl in my college speech class. I mean, she was weird and actually pretty unattractive, but Rick hadn't dated a girl in, like, six years, so when this girl turned out to be totally uninterested in him, he got sort of upset and started spying on her. I wanted to say, "Hey, forget it already; she's a pill," but I wanted to be nice so I just said "uh-huh" whenever she came up. I'm not sure I'm going to make it through Lent. It's really hard to make meals with no meat. I know, I'm a wuss. It's not hard to cook pasta or fish, but I guess I'm spoiled. We've been eating out on Fridays, but darn it, I'm gonna cook this week. < BACK | TOP | NEXT >