There are not many foods I like more than noodles, salads, and sesame dressing. It’s like the 7-11 Hawaii angels wanted to bestow upon me the perfect salad: The Ramen Salad with Sesame Dressing. Omg.
This cold noodle salad is refreshing and delicious. The noodles are nice and chewy and the sesame dressing is flavorful and delicious. There’s also corn, which is a nice bonus. There could be more lettuce but hey, I’m here for the noodles. There’s also cold seasoned chicken and a half boiled egg. Both are fine, I could take them or leave them. Actually, I’m very thankful that the chicken is not dry. I find dry chicken personally offensive and inedible. But this chicken is not bad, maybe it was boiled and seasoned. Overall, I’m so thankful that this salad exists. It’s not too big and hits the spot.
Guest post by Scout the Cat’s Meow
Omg, Popoki + Tea just opened in Kaimuki. It’s a local cat café, like the ones in Japan!
Cat cafés are popular because it’s hard to own a pet when you live in the city due to small living spaces and buildings that are not pet friendly. So why not stroll down to the local cat café, play with some adorable fuzzballs, and get some snacks or a drink? It sounds like a wonderful way to spend a few hours. The café concept has increased in popularity and now you can visit owls, hedgehogs, and even maids. Um, what??
Anyway, what makes Popoki + Tea even more special, besides being the first cat café in Hawaii, is that the cats you meet are all up for adoption! It's purr-fect!
Also, back in August 2019, Popoki + Tea and Sheila Chen held a meowdel contest for a cat mural in the café. I was one of the 25 meowdels chosen!
I’m so honored to be a part of this exciting new business that’s beneficial to humans and cats alike! Whether you’re from Hawaii or visiting, I hope you’re able to stop by.
Meow for now,
I work at a health insurance company that’s big on well-being and self-care. These things are important, but most days it doesn't feel like there’s enough time in the day to do my regular job, much less treat myself Donna and Tommy style! BUT this month the company started providing chair and table massages twice a week. There’s a charge but it’s much cheaper than going to a spa or regular masseuse.
Since it’s Valentine’s Day, I decided to sign up for a 15-minute chair massage. A few months ago, I was telling my husband that I liked massages in theory, but they never concentrate on my problem spot, my left shoulder. I also hate it when they massage my arms and legs it seems like a waste. I can reach those areas but I can’t get that knot out of my shoulder. My husband, the practical man that he is said, “Just get a chair massage.” Brilliant! But from where? And could I afford it? And then lo and behold, my place of work starts offering chair massages (and table massages, too!). If that isn’t a beautiful convergence of events, I don’t know what is.
And boy, the chair massage amazing. I had a really nice (AND STRONG!) gal. She asked me what I wanted her to focus on and I told her my shoulders. So, she started with my right shoulder and found a baby knot I didn’t even know was there! Nice. And then she moved to my left shoulder and found the knot. She even said, “Whoa, here it is!” before she pounded, kneaded, and loosened up that knot. It was pure bliss.
When she was done, I thanked her and practically floated out of the room. Now, I’m doing research on how many massages it’s okay to get a month because I’m determined to treat myself more often. I can’t resist the possibility of loose shoulders at an affordable price without having to leave the building.
We recently visited Japan and I bought the most amazing Tsum Tsum. It’s Mickey Mouse with a little face mask, which is part of the allergy/hay season Tsum Tsum line! It speaks to my heart since I’ve suffered from severe allergies all my life.
We got home and of course I took a picture of Face Mask Mickey with my cat, Scout. I sent the pic to my husband and best friend with the caption: When your best friend has the coronavirus.
My best friend responded with laughing emojis so I knew she enjoyed my irreverent humor. My husband simply texted back: #toosoon.
So I guess I should hold off on posting the pic on Scout’s Instagram. But when will enough time pass that my joke becomes acceptable? I know the coronavirus is serious and many people have died. But isn’t that where humor comes in? To lighten the mood? Sure, if the jokes are funny and not distasteful. But how far is too far? How soon is too soon?
As someone who uses humor as a coping mechanism, it’s never to soon for a good laugh.
Bojack Horseman is one of the best TV shows ever. It’s clever and silly and deep, too. It’s like the writers followed Joss Whedon’s advice to, “Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.”
Season 6, the last season of the series, has an episode called “Good Damage.” It’s about the writer Diane, who struggles with writing, which she’s good at. Writing is her passion. But writing about her trauma is too hard and she ends up writing a fun young adult novel about a teenager who solves mysteries at a food court mall. Diane says that she doesn’t want to write this type of fluff because, “That means all the damage I got isn’t ‘good damage.’ It’s just damage.’”
This resonated with me because even though I say I like writing and am good at it, I have a hard time actually doing it. I struggle and struggle as I force myself to write scripts and stories. I stopped blogging because it was too difficult for me to articulate my convoluted feelings. I got caught up trying to convey everything going on inside my brain. And as a result, the creative tap ran dry.
But after watching a cartoon writer struggle with writing, I decided to just write. I vowed to leave behind the complicated semantics tangling up my writing process and write about things that are interesting to me. It doesn’t have to be witty or insightful. This attitude lets me off the hook. I can express myself without the pressure of being deep or whatever.
Not writing for fun makes me feel sad because I’m not using my self-perceived talent to enlighten the world. So this year, I’m experimenting. I’m writing for myself. No expectations, no self-sabotage. Just me. And hopefully that’s enough.