Worst Part of Hawaii

Remember this post from last week?  The one where all I did was complain about my day.  Well...shortly after I posted it, I went down to the kitchen to get a snack.  The hubby was about ready to crawl into bed for the evening but I was hungry and not ready for sleep quite yet.  Well he ended up having to delay sleep a bit because I called for him in a loud and now familiar manner that translates to "Get down here fast. There is a cockroach! Save me!"

There was a hugggeeeee cockroach chilling on the counter.  I went and got my camera to take a picture but it's like he knew what I was about to do and began to run like a bat out of hell all around the counter.  By the time the hubby got downstairs and was ready to kill the thing, the cockroach ran out the way he came in.  Because we always find them in the corner cabinet and they like to run behind the piece of wood forming the back of this particular cabinet, I have concluded there is some sort of opening behind it that allows them to get in from outside.  Oh joy!

For the next few days we were on cockroach watch, just waiting for it to come back.  I would open the cabinet slowly just waiting for it to appear.  I would check the counter as soon as I walked into the kitchen so as to avoid any surprises.  But it never came back.

Until the other night.  K, to be honest, we can't be sure it was the same cockroach but based on size, if it wasn't him, it was a sibling or cousin.  I found him (for some reason I am the one who is lucky enough to find all of these buggers) in our tub which is a first.  Here he is in all his glory:

Once on their backs, they can't change positions and end up dying.  We didn't find this particular cockroach on its back but it's certainly my favorite position to find them in.

Then the hubby says the smartest thing he could say to me:  "Maybe that's why our drain has been a bit clogged these past few days!"  Major gagging and horrible thoughts!!  (But no it isn't why.  I think we have a buildup of sand in our drain that needs to be taken care of.) 

The cockroach met its death thanks to the hubby's shoe and I spent the next 15 minutes trying to forget about the incident so I could sleep without dreaming about ugly creatures trying to kill me.   

This cockroach saga never ends.  Just yesterday we were cleaning up from dinner and lo and behold, right under that special corner cabinet, there was a cockroach on its back.  So the hubby had to save me again.  The cockroach must have accidentally slipped and fallen from the back of the cabinet, landing on our counter legs up making him an easy breezy one to take care of.  Thankfully this didn't occur while I was actually cooking.  Cockroach in rice noodles doesn't sound that delicious to me. 

I told the hubby the other night that every time a cockroach appears its bigger than the last one and soon enough we will be facing a cockroach that is big enough to chase us around.  Freaky! 

P.S. Those flies that made an appearance in the aforementioned post tried to take over our apartment (focusing their attack on our bedroom) that night as well.  I just happen to specialize in massacring flies so their infestation didn't last long.  I don't know if I would say the week looked up after that particular night but at least I was able to be in a negative mood in a fly free environment.  There is a positive to every negative.

Here is to having a much better week! 

Sometimes Life Doesn't Go Our Way

and we need to get over it.  But it's okay to complain first right?

Today:

The internet went out while the hubby was at work which meant no internet until he got home and fixed it.  I would have panicked a little less if I hadn't just spend hours putting together a purchase of much needed baby items, a purchase I didn't want lost.  We haven't really had any trouble with the current internet and I may have also been slightly concerned my computer was just having major issues.  Apparently though when the hubby called the provider, they said it was out all over Oahu and another one of the islands.  Weird!

I forgot to turn the stove down and majorly burnt the bacon.   Majorly as in the smoke alarm went off, which never happens to me, and there wasn't much left of the bacon.

Because of the bacon smell smoking out of our place, flies began to congregate around our apartment.  I closed all the windows when I noticed but somehow they still managed to get in.  The window in our bathroom isn't your typical window so if there is a hole in the screen the glass part is useless, or so I figured out tonight.  I opened the door and there were a handful of flies swarming in there.  Ugh!  At least I have finally figured out how the flies got in last time.

I was cooking bacon for BLT sandwiches, forgetting I needed lettuce and had already used the last of it.

The price was marked down on something I've been eyeing on Amazon so I decided to go for it.  Some people like to up the shipping when they see the word Hawaii, even though USPS doesn't charge anything extra.  This shipper happened to be one of those people and needless to say I wasn't about to let myself be taken advantage of.  So now I need to find another way to get this item.

I've been hot all day.  Whoever said Hawaii is the perfect climate to be pregnant in doesn't know what they are talking about.   In my opinion, Antarctica sounds nice right about now.  And this is coming from a girl who usually has a really low internal body temperature.


K.  Really, life is okay.  I just needed to get my day out of my system.  I guess I can be happy I didn't burn myself, a muchhhh too common occurrence these days.   I haven't broken a glass yet, another common occurrence as of late.  I didn't make a major mess while cooking and didn't spill anything.  My internet is now working.  The purchase was made.  The sandwich wasn't a lost cause without the lettuce.  I haven't died from the heat.  And my hubby still loves me.

But I did tell my hubby I was spending most of my night in bed just on the off chance I was destined for more bad luck.  If I don't move, nothing too bad can happen, right?  Speaking of which, does pregnancy typically cause one to become a klutz?  Or have I just forgotten how clumsy I can get?