My husband is on his way to pick us up to look at a house that was offered to us today. I thought, surely, he would have refused this house based on the fact it's not in the neighbourhood he's holding out for. I think he saw it as newly constructed (relatively speaking, just three years old, I think), and, I'm wondering if they told him the usual "line": take it or move to the back of the wait line. I'm just guessing.
I looked up the schools and the middle school is the same as the other neighbourhood, the high school and elementary (k-6) different. They all rank okay and the students are mostly military. The student to teacher ratio looks good and . . .
. . . so we'll go look.
No news on the carpet yet . . . . I'm not holding out anything but indifference about it. Well, not exactly that, but that it's more likely we'll be taking care of it. That's the discussion for the car on the way to see our possible home.
More later.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Express Pain In The Arse
Well, we got our express shipment. They loaded two trolleys, parked them outside the condo and carried each box in and stacked them . . . I was distracted by holding open the door and my husband was distracted by the third gentleman with paperwork. Chief signed off on the delivery "no complaints" . . . until they all filed out, the door shut, and . . . there are mysterious black spots all over the carpet where they walked.
A guy just left after coming to see the spots. He was like, "How could you not see those spots when they are moving the stuff in? It's pretty obvious." Well, not when you aren't watching the carpet! Anyway, it is a distinct pattern where they walked and the boxes were stacked and I didn't see anything amiss until I actually looked down at the boxes.
So, yeah, I'm waiting for him to check in with the guys (on another job), but I expect that they'll say it's our problem since Chief signed off.
I'm so pissed I could scream! I told him I knew he would try to use the signature to get out of cleaning our carpet. when he brought that up. I'm not normally aggressive but I get pissed off at the injustice done to me. I am not lying and I hate being accused of doing something and wanting someone else to pay for it. And, I know how it must look to them as well, which pisses me off even more.
Chief went down to catch them as soon as we noticed and we noticed as soon as we turned around to open boxes. He was not able to catch up with them and he called them right away.
Of course, they'll probably tell us it's our fault for not writing it in and then signing about the damage.
A guy just left after coming to see the spots. He was like, "How could you not see those spots when they are moving the stuff in? It's pretty obvious." Well, not when you aren't watching the carpet! Anyway, it is a distinct pattern where they walked and the boxes were stacked and I didn't see anything amiss until I actually looked down at the boxes.
So, yeah, I'm waiting for him to check in with the guys (on another job), but I expect that they'll say it's our problem since Chief signed off.
I'm so pissed I could scream! I told him I knew he would try to use the signature to get out of cleaning our carpet. when he brought that up. I'm not normally aggressive but I get pissed off at the injustice done to me. I am not lying and I hate being accused of doing something and wanting someone else to pay for it. And, I know how it must look to them as well, which pisses me off even more.
Chief went down to catch them as soon as we noticed and we noticed as soon as we turned around to open boxes. He was not able to catch up with them and he called them right away.
Of course, they'll probably tell us it's our fault for not writing it in and then signing about the damage.
It's After Twelve In The Morning . . .
I can't sleep now that I've slept. I wasn't feeling very good after we got back from the pool. I was tired and a little nauseated. I think it was the Cold Stone Creamery stuffing and then sitting in an hot tub. Ugh.
How am I supposed to get the weight off let alone keep it off with a place like that around? Never mind.
One day at a time.
So, here I sit. I'm running the dryer. I won't get back under the sheet until that load is at least laid out neatly. I'm still a bit tired and nauseated. Perhaps I have a bug.
Nice.
Okay, so we went to the flea market at the stadium. It was essentially booth after booth of the same kinds of things, pretty close prices on the same kinds of things . . . with food booths between. It was a hot walk, but we came out with some tee's and I found a skirt and dress. Now, the drawback to buying clothes this way is: no changing rooms. You have to guess at your size. This approach did not save me any money. Tee shirts no problem. I buy size large because when I buy medium they cut into my armpits. I also buy "men" tee's 'cos they fit loosely and I personally do not like the "girl" cuts (the sleeves are weird). The skirt is nice, but after getting home and getting an honest look at myself, uff da! What was a I thinking? Teenie will wear it with pride. It just shows too much of my leg. Then, a dress. Gorgeous dress, yes, but a little snug in the behind and thigh region so that the fabric gathers in the waist. Looks as if I have to lose those thirty pounds to get this number to fit right. The booth I bought it from has direct exchanges of clothing, but most of them pretty much come right out and say "all sales final". Fine. Eventually I will fit that dress (ahem, if I avoid all sweets most of the time and exercise more often), but until then I'm on a hunt for a nice fitting, Hawaiian print dress.
Yesterday after Mass, we went to Hilo Hatties. I tried on a "one size" liar of a dress. I looked like a . . . . never mind. Just because I like something doesn't mean I should wear it. I take Teenie with me and she's going to tell it like it is. She agreed, but waited until I said, "this garment makes me look as huge as I am if not more so." Politely, she said, "You aren't as big as you think, mom! And, no, it's not the right dress for you, even though it is pretty."
There are many walking about on O'ahu in dresses and skirts they should not be wearing by any stretch of the honest imagination. I do not want to join their ranks knowingly. Yeah? Same as on the mainland. Some stuff ain't gonna fit. Hawaiian print is gorgeous, but some cuts of it aren't going on my body.
I got a baby doll shirt at the Exchange when we lived at the Hale Koa . . . I may buy a few more of that cut in different fabrics. I found $6 tank types at the flea market that I plan on buying several of next time I go. In the mean time, I'll keep looking.
I never thought to buy these prints to wear while living on the mainland, because in my mind it doesn't fit with living in Maryland or Washington (the state), you know? So, now that I'm all tropical-minded, I feel like I can "get away with it". Does that make sense? Plus, every other article of clothing I own not currently in the condo closet is in storage until we move into housing. I'm carefully building more into my wardrobe . . . knowing it's not temporary (except that dress, which I.will.fit.before.Christmas.I.hope.to.God).
I'm also going to get some baby powder. Y'all know how your legs stick together without nylons on when wearing skirts. Yeah? Yeah. Ouch.
Tomorrow: our express shipment arrives! Hurrah! It is being delivered in the afternoon. My pots and pans, my linens, my crucifix, my Our Lady of Guadalupe tapestry . . . but, the crucifix! You know, it's the first one I ever bought for our home . . .
How am I supposed to get the weight off let alone keep it off with a place like that around? Never mind.
One day at a time.
So, here I sit. I'm running the dryer. I won't get back under the sheet until that load is at least laid out neatly. I'm still a bit tired and nauseated. Perhaps I have a bug.
Nice.
Okay, so we went to the flea market at the stadium. It was essentially booth after booth of the same kinds of things, pretty close prices on the same kinds of things . . . with food booths between. It was a hot walk, but we came out with some tee's and I found a skirt and dress. Now, the drawback to buying clothes this way is: no changing rooms. You have to guess at your size. This approach did not save me any money. Tee shirts no problem. I buy size large because when I buy medium they cut into my armpits. I also buy "men" tee's 'cos they fit loosely and I personally do not like the "girl" cuts (the sleeves are weird). The skirt is nice, but after getting home and getting an honest look at myself, uff da! What was a I thinking? Teenie will wear it with pride. It just shows too much of my leg. Then, a dress. Gorgeous dress, yes, but a little snug in the behind and thigh region so that the fabric gathers in the waist. Looks as if I have to lose those thirty pounds to get this number to fit right. The booth I bought it from has direct exchanges of clothing, but most of them pretty much come right out and say "all sales final". Fine. Eventually I will fit that dress (ahem, if I avoid all sweets most of the time and exercise more often), but until then I'm on a hunt for a nice fitting, Hawaiian print dress.
Yesterday after Mass, we went to Hilo Hatties. I tried on a "one size" liar of a dress. I looked like a . . . . never mind. Just because I like something doesn't mean I should wear it. I take Teenie with me and she's going to tell it like it is. She agreed, but waited until I said, "this garment makes me look as huge as I am if not more so." Politely, she said, "You aren't as big as you think, mom! And, no, it's not the right dress for you, even though it is pretty."
There are many walking about on O'ahu in dresses and skirts they should not be wearing by any stretch of the honest imagination. I do not want to join their ranks knowingly. Yeah? Same as on the mainland. Some stuff ain't gonna fit. Hawaiian print is gorgeous, but some cuts of it aren't going on my body.
I got a baby doll shirt at the Exchange when we lived at the Hale Koa . . . I may buy a few more of that cut in different fabrics. I found $6 tank types at the flea market that I plan on buying several of next time I go. In the mean time, I'll keep looking.
I never thought to buy these prints to wear while living on the mainland, because in my mind it doesn't fit with living in Maryland or Washington (the state), you know? So, now that I'm all tropical-minded, I feel like I can "get away with it". Does that make sense? Plus, every other article of clothing I own not currently in the condo closet is in storage until we move into housing. I'm carefully building more into my wardrobe . . . knowing it's not temporary (except that dress, which I.will.fit.before.Christmas.I.hope.to.God).
I'm also going to get some baby powder. Y'all know how your legs stick together without nylons on when wearing skirts. Yeah? Yeah. Ouch.
Tomorrow: our express shipment arrives! Hurrah! It is being delivered in the afternoon. My pots and pans, my linens, my crucifix, my Our Lady of Guadalupe tapestry . . . but, the crucifix! You know, it's the first one I ever bought for our home . . .
Sunday, June 28, 2009
True Heart Award
"Those who receive this award are of the sweetest nature. They are kind, friendly, funny, loving, eager to share their love for Jesus with others, and brave in their efforts to reflect Him to this darkened world. They are the kind of folks you're blessed to know, even if it's only in the bloggy-sphere."
Wow! Thanks, Jennifer (at My Chocolate Heart blog). You are generous to give this to me.
T'is my job to pass it along, so if you're on my sidebar, consider it bestowed. God bless!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Wishing . . .
You all a blessed and fun summer weekend. We're off to the Hula Bowl flea market thingy tomorrow. I hope to land a good deal on tee shirts. I packed exactly seven tee shirts, two nicer tops, and bought a nice top since being here and two tee shirts. I know this is disgusting, but let's be honest: it's hot here and I'm sweating profusely. I have never drank so much water in my bloody life! But, if I don't pack in the water, I figure I won't have a life, yeah?
So, I need some tee shirts. I need to change my tee shirts once a day. I haven't been doing it to avoid doing more laundry than I care to and seeing a whopping electric bill as well. I have suffered enough of my naughty pits, and, even though no one else seems to notice (or I have been quite lucky I passed on the "polite" gene) it only matters that I do. It is eye-stingingly naughty.
I'd be able to enjoy the salty sea air caressed with the sweet plumeria if it weren't for my own odoriferous assault and block on my nostrils. So, dear friends, goes my journey.
I got a wonderful phone call today from a friend I miss terribly. Her dad's been having some health issues and we're all praying hard for him. Her and the family were visiting him and are now on their way home. Like I told her today: I hate to complain about living in Hawaii - I'm in Hawaii for Pete'sakes! Geesh.
But, the pits need to take a hike.
So, I need some tee shirts. I need to change my tee shirts once a day. I haven't been doing it to avoid doing more laundry than I care to and seeing a whopping electric bill as well. I have suffered enough of my naughty pits, and, even though no one else seems to notice (or I have been quite lucky I passed on the "polite" gene) it only matters that I do. It is eye-stingingly naughty.
I'd be able to enjoy the salty sea air caressed with the sweet plumeria if it weren't for my own odoriferous assault and block on my nostrils. So, dear friends, goes my journey.
I got a wonderful phone call today from a friend I miss terribly. Her dad's been having some health issues and we're all praying hard for him. Her and the family were visiting him and are now on their way home. Like I told her today: I hate to complain about living in Hawaii - I'm in Hawaii for Pete'sakes! Geesh.
But, the pits need to take a hike.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Has Anyone Else Watched This?
There's a show on CBS called "NCIS" with Mark Harmon in it. It's a special agent show for the military branch. Whatever. It's the stuff Chief likes to watch (CSI - any variety; Law & Order - any variety; sports). So, last night I was watching . . . one of the agents is in a month long relationship and the girl asks him if there is something wrong 'cos she would like to take the relationship to the "next level". Yeah, she's been waiting a MONTH, man, and she wants some. Geesh!
What she really wants is affirmation that she's desirable . . . and if a guy isn't making moves from the get-go (today's reality) then the girl will start to believe 1) he's gay, or 2) he's just not that into her, 3) she's ugly.
Whatever. I cannot believe that telly went there. In a way it was a good thing 'cos the character's response was: you're different and I want to take it slow and not rush. But, the girl character ruined it by saying, "Well, when you're ready, I'm ready." And, she kissed him all "pole dancer" style. YUCK.
She is one of the cougar women, I guess. YUCK.
I know that when a guy wants to take things slowly, he's realizing the quickies aren't any good. Quickies are empty and devoid of meaning and of anything lasting. He's saying, "I find you worthy of real love and it's my call when we go to the next level." Of course, the next level should be marriage if they think the next level is sex. Of course, that is what they think the next level is.
I hate it when the media makes sex the priority. This show had a great opportunity to go elsewhere and they didn't. They only touched on the possibility. I'm glad that the guy character didn't take advantage of the girl, of course, but the conversation was awkward to listen to/watch.
Can we keep that ick off the telly altogether? I want romance! Where's Mr. Darcy when you need him? Right there in my household goods in a box, that's where! I can't wait to get that out of storage!
What she really wants is affirmation that she's desirable . . . and if a guy isn't making moves from the get-go (today's reality) then the girl will start to believe 1) he's gay, or 2) he's just not that into her, 3) she's ugly.
Whatever. I cannot believe that telly went there. In a way it was a good thing 'cos the character's response was: you're different and I want to take it slow and not rush. But, the girl character ruined it by saying, "Well, when you're ready, I'm ready." And, she kissed him all "pole dancer" style. YUCK.
She is one of the cougar women, I guess. YUCK.
I know that when a guy wants to take things slowly, he's realizing the quickies aren't any good. Quickies are empty and devoid of meaning and of anything lasting. He's saying, "I find you worthy of real love and it's my call when we go to the next level." Of course, the next level should be marriage if they think the next level is sex. Of course, that is what they think the next level is.
I hate it when the media makes sex the priority. This show had a great opportunity to go elsewhere and they didn't. They only touched on the possibility. I'm glad that the guy character didn't take advantage of the girl, of course, but the conversation was awkward to listen to/watch.
Can we keep that ick off the telly altogether? I want romance! Where's Mr. Darcy when you need him? Right there in my household goods in a box, that's where! I can't wait to get that out of storage!
An Award
Now...to keep this award, I must do the following: 1) Say thanks and give a link to the presenter of the award. 2) Share "ten honest things" about myself. 3) Present this award to 7 others whose blogs I find brilliant in content and/or design, or those who have encouraged me. 4) Tell those 7 people that they've been awarded HONEST SCRAP and inform them of these guidelines in receiving it :)
Nancy, over at Be Not Afraid, has awarded me this Honest Scrap Award. Thank you so very much!! (that's #1 done). And, thanks to Cathy (at A Bit of the Blarney) who also bestowed this award to me. Mahalo!!
Here goes "ten honest things" about myself (#2):
(#3) I choose to give this award to the following (no links, I'm lazy, but they are on my sidebars): A Helping Hand, UKok, Carmalite Mom, Sarah at More Than Enough, Suzanne's Daily Dance, LarryD at Acts of the Apostasy, and, Cassie at Blessed Life.
Some really good news: Our express shipment is here; now we are trying to arrange delivery! Thank You, Jesus! When Chief told me last night, I nearly cried with relief and joy! I hope we can get it delivered tomorrow or Saturday at the latest! I really want my non-stick skillet and other kitchen things!! I'm so excited and I just can't hide it . . . . thank You, God!
Here goes "ten honest things" about myself (#2):
- I'm constantly analyzing myself so this kind of blog post is up my alley on one hand and on the other hand bothersome as I feel I can't be put in a box any more than anyone else; I guarantee you that later today I'll think of something I could have put here - something better, pithy, or more brilliant - or, gasp! more honest.
- I shop really compulsively and find it hard to say "no" to myself when it comes to books, chocolate, and just really lame-o stuff. Case in point: magnets. When we moved, I unloaded tons of them on a friends van . . . to be funny, but also to get rid of the dern things.
- I have no style in decorating my home; so, with the new furniture (oh, I can't wait to get it out of storage!!) I'm going to decorate around it and do everything differently. Pictures will be hung with great care, my things will be display "just so", and I will keep my house meticulously clean (as possible). I've let it go far too long in the past and it's time to keep house and keep it neatly.
- I'm a germ-a-phobe. 'Nuff said, yeah?
- I want to learn how to knit/crochet. I'm hoping to find someone who can be patient with me while I learn it.
- I want to drop thirty pounds, but I haven't done anything about it until I moved here. I'm now walking daily and, even though I found some good nibbles here (See's Candies, Honolulu Cookie Company), I'm not noshing on that stuff as much as it may sound like it. I do believe that I've lost a few pounds.
- I've ridden an elephant before. I was a youngster and there was a circus across the street from my grandparents two summers in a row . . . we went both summers and rode the elephants. Pretty cool. I would love to ride one again on safari . . . in Africa . . . but only ride one, no hunting.
- I like to learn new things and wish I could remember everything I've learned . . . I fancy myself a bit of an intellectual, but . . . I'm just a person of average intelligence. Sometimes I know I am smarter than those I come across, but you know I also believe in teaching what I know with humility. There are definite areas of intelligence . . . I do not possess all of them, but what I do, I share; what I don't, I'll try and learn.
- There just are some things I am quite snobbish about. I'll leave it to y'all to figure that out. Those who know me, know what I'm talking about.
(#3) I choose to give this award to the following (no links, I'm lazy, but they are on my sidebars): A Helping Hand, UKok, Carmalite Mom, Sarah at More Than Enough, Suzanne's Daily Dance, LarryD at Acts of the Apostasy, and, Cassie at Blessed Life.
Some really good news: Our express shipment is here; now we are trying to arrange delivery! Thank You, Jesus! When Chief told me last night, I nearly cried with relief and joy! I hope we can get it delivered tomorrow or Saturday at the latest! I really want my non-stick skillet and other kitchen things!! I'm so excited and I just can't hide it . . . . thank You, God!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Change My Heart, O Lord
So many thoughts are going through my mind lately. On one hand, I do not want to wallow in it, and, on the other hand, I want to delve in and roll through it so I can "get it over and out".
Then, I start to think about all the people that never had any of these things. They solely exist on God and other's mercy. They are happier than me, I think, most of the time. I wonder what the heck my problem is when I have all this stuff (though it isn't with me as of yet, I expect I'll have it all soon enough). I think about those who have had about what I have or more and lost it in a storm, house fire, or divorce . . . whatever disaster you can think of . . . and I have more things than them at this moment.
I balance out and put on a bit of gratefulness. And, I pray for those who have everything and yet nothing; nothing and yet everything.
Change my heart, O Lord. Create in me a patient heart, a thankful heart, a wondrous heart.
So, to keep my hands busy . . . I have finally begun to finish the cross stitch I started to make Crickles before he was born eleven years ago. Here's a picture of my progress. It's silly how long it has taken me to get back to it . . . but ALL THOSE BOOKS . . . ahem.
If you want to see some reasons why this condo isn't so bad (the view), I'll be posting pics there today. Just follow this link: Aloha Spirit.
- I miss my friends; I haven't any here
- I miss my parish; I haven't one here
- I miss my dog; she's here, but elsewhere on the island due to no pets at our temp. condo
- I am bored shitless; there's plenty to do on O'ahu, but little money to do it with (see bullet above - ah, yeah, the condo)
- I love my kids, but they are driving me crazy (they think they're bored, well, it is just about all I can do not to scream at them and lose my mind all over the place because I feel the very same . . . but I cannot weaken to that extent - we're in this condo at least until mid-Aug.
- I'm six hours behind my friends now . . . I'm barely out of bed when they have finished with lunch . . . when I'm finishing lunch, and thinking about ringing them up, they are at dinner or . . .
Then, I start to think about all the people that never had any of these things. They solely exist on God and other's mercy. They are happier than me, I think, most of the time. I wonder what the heck my problem is when I have all this stuff (though it isn't with me as of yet, I expect I'll have it all soon enough). I think about those who have had about what I have or more and lost it in a storm, house fire, or divorce . . . whatever disaster you can think of . . . and I have more things than them at this moment.
I balance out and put on a bit of gratefulness. And, I pray for those who have everything and yet nothing; nothing and yet everything.
Change my heart, O Lord. Create in me a patient heart, a thankful heart, a wondrous heart.
So, to keep my hands busy . . . I have finally begun to finish the cross stitch I started to make Crickles before he was born eleven years ago. Here's a picture of my progress. It's silly how long it has taken me to get back to it . . . but ALL THOSE BOOKS . . . ahem.
If you want to see some reasons why this condo isn't so bad (the view), I'll be posting pics there today. Just follow this link: Aloha Spirit.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
With Skies Like This . . .
Who could be unhappy?
The photo above was taken at the Honolulu Zoo, which offered another neat view of Diamond Head.
Diamond Head's original name in ancient Hawaiian is Laeahi, which translated means "brow of the tuna". The story goes that in the 1800's British sailors (oh, of course!) saw calcite crystals glittering in the sunlight from this spot and assumed it was because there were diamonds there, but they were mistaken. Fort Ruger occupied the crater after the U.S. annexed HI in 1898. Although it is (obviously) no longer used for military defense, it is a great place to take a stroll. Okay, one heck-of-a hike (there are a gazillion stairs, you need to bring water and a flashlight . . . there's a tunnel, you see). We are going to do this hike during the winter months one morning. Even with plenty of water, I fear we would die, actually, if we went any sooner.
The photo above was taken at the Honolulu Zoo, which offered another neat view of Diamond Head.Diamond Head's original name in ancient Hawaiian is Laeahi, which translated means "brow of the tuna". The story goes that in the 1800's British sailors (oh, of course!) saw calcite crystals glittering in the sunlight from this spot and assumed it was because there were diamonds there, but they were mistaken. Fort Ruger occupied the crater after the U.S. annexed HI in 1898. Although it is (obviously) no longer used for military defense, it is a great place to take a stroll. Okay, one heck-of-a hike (there are a gazillion stairs, you need to bring water and a flashlight . . . there's a tunnel, you see). We are going to do this hike during the winter months one morning. Even with plenty of water, I fear we would die, actually, if we went any sooner.
Monday, June 22, 2009
A Really Good Blog
I promised another blogger that I would do a write up about her blog. I may do this for all the blogs on my sidebar at any given time. It can be helpful to send your readers to other blogs . . . especially if they are particularly good blogs. I will say this much about my reading list (on the side bar): if a blog is there, it's a pretty good blog and I frequent it daily. I have to add a few as well, but have not yet made time to do so.
Today it's about Suzanne at At Home With the Farmer's Wife. To save myself the trouble and to not spoil the fun of going to her blog in the first place, just follow the link and enjoy it for yourself. She is a wise one, funny, and inspiring. She is no-nonsense and direct. She is talented and gives freely many tips for cleaning, cooking, crafting. So, head on over. She's recently started up an etsy shop which you can find here: Suzanne's Etsy Shop . I can't wait to save up some coin to buy something from her shop. She makes aprons (and on her blog, she generously shares how to make your own, which is pretty cool; but, if you're like me in any of these ways - lazy, lack confidence with your sewing machine as yet, or "you fill in the blanks" - it can be easier to buy one).
My favourite posts Suzanne writes are her Monday Morning Staff Meetings. I reckon you'll enjoy them as well as her beautiful photography.
God bless you, Suzanne, as you continue to bless your readers out here in Blogland.
Today it's about Suzanne at At Home With the Farmer's Wife. To save myself the trouble and to not spoil the fun of going to her blog in the first place, just follow the link and enjoy it for yourself. She is a wise one, funny, and inspiring. She is no-nonsense and direct. She is talented and gives freely many tips for cleaning, cooking, crafting. So, head on over. She's recently started up an etsy shop which you can find here: Suzanne's Etsy Shop . I can't wait to save up some coin to buy something from her shop. She makes aprons (and on her blog, she generously shares how to make your own, which is pretty cool; but, if you're like me in any of these ways - lazy, lack confidence with your sewing machine as yet, or "you fill in the blanks" - it can be easier to buy one).
My favourite posts Suzanne writes are her Monday Morning Staff Meetings. I reckon you'll enjoy them as well as her beautiful photography.
God bless you, Suzanne, as you continue to bless your readers out here in Blogland.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Father's Day
Today is a blessed day. Indeed!
I have been blessed by a father who stuck with it. My parent's marriage was rough around the edges in many ways (I think I mentioned this a bit in past posts so I won't drag you all through that again), but they stuck it out. Why? Number one: mum. She always said marriage is sacred and meant to be once-in-a-lifetime (twice, if you're lucky to meet someone special after the death of a spouse); and, mainly her faith in God. Eventually, dad quit drinking and things for everyone got much better. Last Easter (2008) my dad entered the Catholic Church. Their marriage gets better and better and I thank God for this every day.
Dad, you put up with an awful lot from the snot-nosed me. Thank you for forgiving me all the times I disappointed you. You're my hero in so many ways. Thank you for serving our country in your younger years. Thank you for working so hard to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table and clothes on our backs - and for all the fun stuff in-between. I love you dad!!
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Okay, yesterday was another story.
We moved all our luggage over to the condo before about noon, I think. Two trips.
My husband and I drove off to get food and staples and just about everything you can think of needing after having nothing. I mean nothing. Nothing. Our cart was just about done getting filled up when the store announced they were having system problems "but to keep shopping while we fix it". Our kids were back at the condo with only water to put in their screaming bellies. Ah, yeah. We ditched our cart (after putting back stuff that would go bad - meat, milk, etc.) and stopped off at a mini-mart to get a few things to get us by until today (to the tune of $78 - bloody hell!)
We survived and made it to the commissary this morning. We have to go to Mass now, because we went this AM to the store while Teenie wasn't feeling well (the boys watched over her while we went).
Now I am slowly (due to the heat - with the AC on it's about 79 in here - cool when on one's arse, but quite sweaty when moving about briskly cleaning) cleaning counter tops and toilets. The cleaning team was supposed to clean this place before we moved in. They may have done some things, but there is grease (from frying, I suspect) on the stainless steel appliances . . . which will take a lot more elbow grease than I possess when it's 80+degrees outside and messing with the inside temps. It's expensive to run AC, so we are keeping a lid on it as much as we can. So, after we go to Mass (and hopefully pop in to see Holly), I'll clean the bathrooms. Fun, huh? Oh, yeah, and the toilets had dried drops of yellow stuff on them . . . barf-o-la! I cleaned them off once, but I gotta got back. Yeah? Yeah!
I went to Hilo Hatties today to get coasters. The owner has nice furniture and no coasters! So, now I have some nice coasters . . . and a few other tidbits I couldn't resist. Hey, 20% off for military ID holders at this store. Wow! It's usually just 10%, so guess who is a fan of Hilo Hatties? Ah, yeah: me!
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL YOU DAD'S OUT THERE. MAY GOD CONTINUE TO RICHLY BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES.
I have been blessed by a father who stuck with it. My parent's marriage was rough around the edges in many ways (I think I mentioned this a bit in past posts so I won't drag you all through that again), but they stuck it out. Why? Number one: mum. She always said marriage is sacred and meant to be once-in-a-lifetime (twice, if you're lucky to meet someone special after the death of a spouse); and, mainly her faith in God. Eventually, dad quit drinking and things for everyone got much better. Last Easter (2008) my dad entered the Catholic Church. Their marriage gets better and better and I thank God for this every day.
Dad, you put up with an awful lot from the snot-nosed me. Thank you for forgiving me all the times I disappointed you. You're my hero in so many ways. Thank you for serving our country in your younger years. Thank you for working so hard to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table and clothes on our backs - and for all the fun stuff in-between. I love you dad!!
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Okay, yesterday was another story.
We moved all our luggage over to the condo before about noon, I think. Two trips.
My husband and I drove off to get food and staples and just about everything you can think of needing after having nothing. I mean nothing. Nothing. Our cart was just about done getting filled up when the store announced they were having system problems "but to keep shopping while we fix it". Our kids were back at the condo with only water to put in their screaming bellies. Ah, yeah. We ditched our cart (after putting back stuff that would go bad - meat, milk, etc.) and stopped off at a mini-mart to get a few things to get us by until today (to the tune of $78 - bloody hell!)
We survived and made it to the commissary this morning. We have to go to Mass now, because we went this AM to the store while Teenie wasn't feeling well (the boys watched over her while we went).
Now I am slowly (due to the heat - with the AC on it's about 79 in here - cool when on one's arse, but quite sweaty when moving about briskly cleaning) cleaning counter tops and toilets. The cleaning team was supposed to clean this place before we moved in. They may have done some things, but there is grease (from frying, I suspect) on the stainless steel appliances . . . which will take a lot more elbow grease than I possess when it's 80+degrees outside and messing with the inside temps. It's expensive to run AC, so we are keeping a lid on it as much as we can. So, after we go to Mass (and hopefully pop in to see Holly), I'll clean the bathrooms. Fun, huh? Oh, yeah, and the toilets had dried drops of yellow stuff on them . . . barf-o-la! I cleaned them off once, but I gotta got back. Yeah? Yeah!
I went to Hilo Hatties today to get coasters. The owner has nice furniture and no coasters! So, now I have some nice coasters . . . and a few other tidbits I couldn't resist. Hey, 20% off for military ID holders at this store. Wow! It's usually just 10%, so guess who is a fan of Hilo Hatties? Ah, yeah: me!
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL YOU DAD'S OUT THERE. MAY GOD CONTINUE TO RICHLY BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Storage
We got a call this morning that our household goods are here. Before our first shipment of essentials (i.e. "1,000 pounds" shipment that was supposed to be here first) and our van. Interesting. Well, now it goes into storage. You guessed it: until we get into housing. It's fine. It will all be fine. It's my new mantra just to keep me sane.
That first shipment will be here next week . . . which will still come in quite handy. We can clean up and store neatly the stuff the condo owner owns . . . and use our own linens and things.
We'll move into the condo tomorrow and then get some groceries into the place. I will cook a nice dinner for our first night in. It will feel good and normal again.
I need to get to a post office. I have a parcel to mail my niece and a little something to mail a friend. I need a box now. And shipping tape. Oy vey. One thing leads to another.
Fireworks tonight. On the beach.
See you all later.
That first shipment will be here next week . . . which will still come in quite handy. We can clean up and store neatly the stuff the condo owner owns . . . and use our own linens and things.
We'll move into the condo tomorrow and then get some groceries into the place. I will cook a nice dinner for our first night in. It will feel good and normal again.
I need to get to a post office. I have a parcel to mail my niece and a little something to mail a friend. I need a box now. And shipping tape. Oy vey. One thing leads to another.
Fireworks tonight. On the beach.
See you all later.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Signatures and Money
Well, it's official: we have an address.
We will move our luggage into a fully furnished two bedroom/two bathroom condo on Saturday. It's expensive, but just coming from Maryland, it's not shocking us like it would others (say, those military folks coming from perhaps GA). Still, I have had moments of "oh, Lordy! I must trust in You!!" At the same time, I knew we would be doing this today (signing) so this is the first morning since we left our place in MD that I woke without jaw pain.
The stress is starting to melt away.
Next week we can focus on getting the kids ready for school . . . doctor appointments for physicals and things like getting a list of what they'll need for supplies.
I met another military member today who said his wife is now homeschooling. Not her choice. He said he's heard more negative about the older schools than positive, but that there are a few who have told him they haven't had any problems of ostracising from the locals. Locals are only those who are born here of Hawaiian descent. Everyone else is a visitor. I don't mind. And, like we have told our kids, even if folks aren't nice, we do not have to respond in kind - but in kindness. Also, not to go into the situation over analysing it. Will they make friends? Most likely. Will they get teased? Most likely - just like everyone else, probably. I haven't heard about student violence, just that the locals will ignore us and that sort of thing. Whatever. I almost can't believe that kind of thing exists . . . especially in kids.
I have kept my Seton stuff, which will arrive in late July. IF we have to, we'll home school again. No big deal. I'll still certify to be an in-home daycare provider to bring in the income we'll need to pay down debt and/or even send them to the Catholic schools. At this point, I'll sacrifice much to make sure they get a good education in an safe environment.
I don't think it's unsafe . . . I just don't know. I do know that most schools (public anyway) have issues with cussing, sexual things, drugs, etc., but not every student is caught up in that. We'll enroll them in the schools and see what happens. I have told them that if they feel unsafe, we'll bring them home immediately. No big deal.
Hang loose, right? But, Hang tight.
We will move our luggage into a fully furnished two bedroom/two bathroom condo on Saturday. It's expensive, but just coming from Maryland, it's not shocking us like it would others (say, those military folks coming from perhaps GA). Still, I have had moments of "oh, Lordy! I must trust in You!!" At the same time, I knew we would be doing this today (signing) so this is the first morning since we left our place in MD that I woke without jaw pain.
The stress is starting to melt away.
Next week we can focus on getting the kids ready for school . . . doctor appointments for physicals and things like getting a list of what they'll need for supplies.
I met another military member today who said his wife is now homeschooling. Not her choice. He said he's heard more negative about the older schools than positive, but that there are a few who have told him they haven't had any problems of ostracising from the locals. Locals are only those who are born here of Hawaiian descent. Everyone else is a visitor. I don't mind. And, like we have told our kids, even if folks aren't nice, we do not have to respond in kind - but in kindness. Also, not to go into the situation over analysing it. Will they make friends? Most likely. Will they get teased? Most likely - just like everyone else, probably. I haven't heard about student violence, just that the locals will ignore us and that sort of thing. Whatever. I almost can't believe that kind of thing exists . . . especially in kids.
I have kept my Seton stuff, which will arrive in late July. IF we have to, we'll home school again. No big deal. I'll still certify to be an in-home daycare provider to bring in the income we'll need to pay down debt and/or even send them to the Catholic schools. At this point, I'll sacrifice much to make sure they get a good education in an safe environment.
I don't think it's unsafe . . . I just don't know. I do know that most schools (public anyway) have issues with cussing, sexual things, drugs, etc., but not every student is caught up in that. We'll enroll them in the schools and see what happens. I have told them that if they feel unsafe, we'll bring them home immediately. No big deal.
Hang loose, right? But, Hang tight.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Land - Ho!
Lookee what I found. Only in Hawaii, folks! Talk about another chunk of heaven and another reason to never leave the land of Aloha. They are so dern delish!!
Well, it's almost official: we'll be living 29 floors in the Honolulu skyline by Saturday. My husband is optimistic (joking, of course) that our 2-months-for-sure-but-signing-six-months-lease will be about five of those months. Why? They aren't moving folks off O'ahu . . . making getting into housing difficult. Not impossible, but difficult. Okay, really, it's this: until the fiscal year (October), all transfers have been frozen. Anyone with orders prior to that new directive, will move (like us; and, hopefully those few living in the housing area we are in line for). If there are no scheduled transfers of folks from the housing we are in line for until October, we won't get a house there until November. But, we'll stick to being optimistic.
The flat is gorgeous and in prime area. A mall only a block away and it's a huge mall. The beach is in another direction and it's only a short drive to the base and the kids schools. We'll have our van by July 1st and school begins end of July some time. Not sure of the date just yet. In the mean time, I'll learn how to get to and from the base clinic (which we were at today to make sure we are good to go if we get sick; immunizations are walk-in; kids need physicals for school so I'll make appointments tomorrow for some other time). But, we'll have a temporary address! Phew!
I'll try and share the view from the living room when we move in etc.. It's breathtaking.
I can't wait to cook again. I really can't!
Okay, today we drove to Northshore (past the Dole tourism thing - we'll do that another time and I'll post all about it on my Aloha Spirit blog) and looped all along the shore (Windward side of O'ahu). The Windward side is so lush and green, I want to live there! The Leeward (Honolulu and Pearl Harbor) is drier. Anyway, on H3 we drove through the tunnel and it was a blast. The kids really got to see how little time it takes to do just that loop (maybe a little over two hours; lunch included). O'ahu is tiny, but beautiful. When you drive from near the airport to downtown Waikiki there's usually an half rainbow in the sky.
I took some pictures of our drive today and I'll try and get those on the other blog tomorrow.
Thank you all for your prayers that we would get some place to live in and get settled (even if only just). I appreciate it so much!
God bless each and every one of you.
Well, it's almost official: we'll be living 29 floors in the Honolulu skyline by Saturday. My husband is optimistic (joking, of course) that our 2-months-for-sure-but-signing-six-months-lease will be about five of those months. Why? They aren't moving folks off O'ahu . . . making getting into housing difficult. Not impossible, but difficult. Okay, really, it's this: until the fiscal year (October), all transfers have been frozen. Anyone with orders prior to that new directive, will move (like us; and, hopefully those few living in the housing area we are in line for). If there are no scheduled transfers of folks from the housing we are in line for until October, we won't get a house there until November. But, we'll stick to being optimistic.
The flat is gorgeous and in prime area. A mall only a block away and it's a huge mall. The beach is in another direction and it's only a short drive to the base and the kids schools. We'll have our van by July 1st and school begins end of July some time. Not sure of the date just yet. In the mean time, I'll learn how to get to and from the base clinic (which we were at today to make sure we are good to go if we get sick; immunizations are walk-in; kids need physicals for school so I'll make appointments tomorrow for some other time). But, we'll have a temporary address! Phew!
I'll try and share the view from the living room when we move in etc.. It's breathtaking.
I can't wait to cook again. I really can't!
Okay, today we drove to Northshore (past the Dole tourism thing - we'll do that another time and I'll post all about it on my Aloha Spirit blog) and looped all along the shore (Windward side of O'ahu). The Windward side is so lush and green, I want to live there! The Leeward (Honolulu and Pearl Harbor) is drier. Anyway, on H3 we drove through the tunnel and it was a blast. The kids really got to see how little time it takes to do just that loop (maybe a little over two hours; lunch included). O'ahu is tiny, but beautiful. When you drive from near the airport to downtown Waikiki there's usually an half rainbow in the sky.
I took some pictures of our drive today and I'll try and get those on the other blog tomorrow.
Thank you all for your prayers that we would get some place to live in and get settled (even if only just). I appreciate it so much!
God bless each and every one of you.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Cheaper
Well, I found a cuppa 100% Royal Kona coffee (vanilla macadamia nut flavoured; black) for buck. Yum. They also sell packets for under a buck for hotel coffee makers. I'm thinking about it, but why? I only want twelve ounces at least once a day. It keeps the headache away, you see.
The little shop also sells hot dogs. We all had lunch for $8. Alright!
We are going to check out some places in Kailua . . . but in all seriousness, we'll likely be living month to month (up to three months) in a 29th floor furnished flat. It's two rooms and two baths and a nice kitchen/living space. It will be expensive relatively speaking, but we'll just be able to do it. In the long run, it is more cost effective to rent that place than to stay in the hotel here. Eating out is really killing the budget. The downside is: Hols will have to stay with our sponsor until we move into housing. Poor Hols, poor us, and poor sponsor. I mean, it does put some out . . . we have to be sure that it's not putting our sponsor out. And, we'll have to make arrangements to see her frequently so she doesn't forget us!
The thing is, we are not on holiday here. We are residents trying to find a place to live . . . so we are seeing this place from that angle. We will sight see as much as we are able, but for the most part, we are focused on finding a roof, yeah? Anyway, there's a link to my O'ahu blog on the upper right side . . . a place where I will share where we go visit and sight see. I'll update as often as I can with those things.
Aloha!
The little shop also sells hot dogs. We all had lunch for $8. Alright!
We are going to check out some places in Kailua . . . but in all seriousness, we'll likely be living month to month (up to three months) in a 29th floor furnished flat. It's two rooms and two baths and a nice kitchen/living space. It will be expensive relatively speaking, but we'll just be able to do it. In the long run, it is more cost effective to rent that place than to stay in the hotel here. Eating out is really killing the budget. The downside is: Hols will have to stay with our sponsor until we move into housing. Poor Hols, poor us, and poor sponsor. I mean, it does put some out . . . we have to be sure that it's not putting our sponsor out. And, we'll have to make arrangements to see her frequently so she doesn't forget us!
The thing is, we are not on holiday here. We are residents trying to find a place to live . . . so we are seeing this place from that angle. We will sight see as much as we are able, but for the most part, we are focused on finding a roof, yeah? Anyway, there's a link to my O'ahu blog on the upper right side . . . a place where I will share where we go visit and sight see. I'll update as often as I can with those things.
Aloha!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Discovery
Alright. I'm so dern daft! There's a laundry room on this floor. One machine each . . . the cost is 75 cents for soap (per load); washer is $1.50; dryer is $1.25 for fifty minutes. I know what I'm doing in the next few hours . . . I hope no one gets in my way. I'm currently waiting for the washer to "open up" . . . all I can do is prepare and keep trying, but by God, tonight one particular load will be done (shorts and shirts!!!). We are sweating profusely through everything we own. The locals (we're too new to say we are locals as yet) are saying it's been unusually hot; "it's not usually this hot, you know, in the nineties." Yeah, only when I move here does it rear it's ugly head.
Took the kids to IHOP for breakfast. I never liked the place, but my kids wanted to try it. It fell flat and they're non-plused. Good. It wasn't bad, but it was slow service and an expensive breakfast. Not worth it, but . . . then we trekked a long way down the street to the Honolulu Zoo. With military ID it was only $13 for us to get in. My husband was busy at work and then getting an appointment to see a place in Honolulu to rent. Zoo pics will be uploaded some time later on my other blog ALOHA SPIRIT (link on sidebar) when I can get the software uploaded on this laptop. More story will follow there as well. Needless to say, it was nice, but it was about a three mile trek - and my fat arse isn't used to that or the heat. But, right now, I feel exhilarated. So, good stuff!
Chief and I went to look at a two bedroom, two bathroom fully furnished place on the 29th floor (of 40) . . . we're waiting to see if the owner will drop the rent nearer to our allowance for housing . . . we then would agree to stay at least two months, but sign a six month rental agreement with no fees or penalties if we back out after two months. There is a lovely outdoor pool on the sixth floor with a tennis court and spa . . . gym etc.. I am impressed and if anything, we got a spectacular view of Honolulu!
We will be checking out more places tomorrow.
Things are looking up!
Okay, I'm off to hopefully get a load of wash going.
Took the kids to IHOP for breakfast. I never liked the place, but my kids wanted to try it. It fell flat and they're non-plused. Good. It wasn't bad, but it was slow service and an expensive breakfast. Not worth it, but . . . then we trekked a long way down the street to the Honolulu Zoo. With military ID it was only $13 for us to get in. My husband was busy at work and then getting an appointment to see a place in Honolulu to rent. Zoo pics will be uploaded some time later on my other blog ALOHA SPIRIT (link on sidebar) when I can get the software uploaded on this laptop. More story will follow there as well. Needless to say, it was nice, but it was about a three mile trek - and my fat arse isn't used to that or the heat. But, right now, I feel exhilarated. So, good stuff!
Chief and I went to look at a two bedroom, two bathroom fully furnished place on the 29th floor (of 40) . . . we're waiting to see if the owner will drop the rent nearer to our allowance for housing . . . we then would agree to stay at least two months, but sign a six month rental agreement with no fees or penalties if we back out after two months. There is a lovely outdoor pool on the sixth floor with a tennis court and spa . . . gym etc.. I am impressed and if anything, we got a spectacular view of Honolulu!
We will be checking out more places tomorrow.
Things are looking up!
Okay, I'm off to hopefully get a load of wash going.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Things I Miss
I miss squirrels. Isn't that stupid? Anyway, I thought I would share that little bit.
I also miss having my own home. But, I've said that already and more than once. Ach! T'is enough of that!
I miss free Internet. We are being charged $9.95/daily for hook-up. I think this is day three we've used the service and we have to re-up it every 24 hours. I think we ought to pass a few days, but then, we need the net to find a place to live. Unless, we just call that property manager we got the name of today.
I miss free calls to the lobby. For every completed call they charge fifty cents. Needless to say, that receiver doesn't get picked up. Thank God for our mobiles!
I miss my friends.
I miss my dog (although, I'll see her again soon . . . she's only about an half hour from us).
By the way, when we went to see her yesterday, we went up a hill. Some would say mountain, but it's just a hill. Waikiki is only sea-level. You go above that and your ears are going to go wonky. Wonky mine went. Geesh! Just one more thing to get used to.
But, I'm still smiling.
I also miss having my own home. But, I've said that already and more than once. Ach! T'is enough of that!
I miss free Internet. We are being charged $9.95/daily for hook-up. I think this is day three we've used the service and we have to re-up it every 24 hours. I think we ought to pass a few days, but then, we need the net to find a place to live. Unless, we just call that property manager we got the name of today.
I miss free calls to the lobby. For every completed call they charge fifty cents. Needless to say, that receiver doesn't get picked up. Thank God for our mobiles!
I miss my friends.
I miss my dog (although, I'll see her again soon . . . she's only about an half hour from us).
By the way, when we went to see her yesterday, we went up a hill. Some would say mountain, but it's just a hill. Waikiki is only sea-level. You go above that and your ears are going to go wonky. Wonky mine went. Geesh! Just one more thing to get used to.
But, I'm still smiling.
Mass On The Beach
Last night we attended Fort DeRussy's Mass on the beach. The visiting priest (he may actually be stationed here again, as he has a small place somewhere nearby) was one of the priests at MCCW WorldWide conference in San Antonio. Father Joe! It was wonderful to be able to thank him (again). Mass was lovely. We all sat on bamboo/grass mats and had Mass. There was a traditional hula after Communion . . . it was tasteful and, well, we are in a region where "liturgical dance" is acceptable. I'm not in white-bread America anymore . . . but it's okay. If anything in the past couple of weeks I have learned that one must just allow oneself to accept what's going on in the moment. I do not mean this loosely. I mean that I can't help it that we are without all our belongings and an address. Not this very minute. We are working toward that . . . we know in a month or two or three, we will be living in one of those lovely houses on post . . . we drove by them yesterday and now we are all praying hard!! For now, we are enjoying our resort then we will be living in a furnished place - we hope! - that will be more than our monetary allowance in our regular pay . . . but, whatever. We are doing our best and "this to shall pass". There is always another day to look forward to, so live today the best you can.
It's hard. I won't lie. But I know it's hard only because we are "homeless". Once I have my arse on my own sofa and the walls surrounding me are "mine" . . . well, I'll finally feel I'm at home. I know this is coming.
I won't let it not coming today break me. I am going to let God control and just allow the Aloha spirit to float in and out.
May God richly and thoroughly bless your Sunday - and may He allow your senses to be open to recognise it.
It's hard. I won't lie. But I know it's hard only because we are "homeless". Once I have my arse on my own sofa and the walls surrounding me are "mine" . . . well, I'll finally feel I'm at home. I know this is coming.
I won't let it not coming today break me. I am going to let God control and just allow the Aloha spirit to float in and out.
May God richly and thoroughly bless your Sunday - and may He allow your senses to be open to recognise it.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Mahalo . . .
Thank you all for your prayers, first of all. We appreciate it very much. The flight was LONG. I want to quickly say "never again" . . . but well, never say never.
Secondly, YES this place is paradise. As much as you can attribute our tiny minds around the actual meaning of the word. But, y'all know what I mean. It's beautiful.
Third, we are tuckered. I mean: dog tired. As our sponsor said, I would be wide awake at three am . . . and I was. Crazy! But, I am trudging along until about 9pm tonight so I can get this body synchronized. I can't be walking around in paradise with my head in a fog. I could drown or get lost in a tropical forest.
Just kidding.
Pictures soon. We FedEx'd two boxes, one of which has my cord for the camera to upload . . . and the disc thingy. I have to figure out if I even need that disc thingy (most likely) to do any of that stuff. But, the pictures we have so far are gorgeous. Of course.
I have loads of shopping opportunities . . . my rein myself in. NOW.
Time to run off to see Hols, who is staying with our sponsor. We have really been blessed . . . a loving home and family on one end (thank you!!) and a loving lady with other pets who is willing to keep Hols for us this end. How did she handle the flight? She was in our two planes in the luggage hold. When she was being released from the HI Agriculture Dept., we could hear her barking and scratching at the door of her kennel in the back . . . it took about an hour to get her outta there (after we disembarked the plane) so it was not bad at all. I will say, before you bring you animal here: contact the HI agricultural Dept. to prepare your paperwork and mail it to them etc. beforehand. We are just lucky I had her health certificate and the two original copies of her rabies. Geesh. I was panicked for a minute there thinking we really screwed up. We were told to have exact paperwork - I complied to the letter on that. Thank God I did. It was only suggested we contact the HI Agricultural Dept. Um, it should be a requirement . . . not a suggestion. If you do that, you can be in and out of that office very quickly.
But, we're all together. That's the best thing.
We are on a 1-3 month waiting list for the housing we want (specific spot in Pearl City area) . . . trying to figure out where to live until then. Hope it's only one month!
Many blessings and thank you for the prayers and well wishes!
"J" - I be calling you every day until we get to chat. Thank you for all you have done to help us get here. My hat is off to you and B & B!! We are truly blessed with real life friends as well.
Secondly, YES this place is paradise. As much as you can attribute our tiny minds around the actual meaning of the word. But, y'all know what I mean. It's beautiful.
Third, we are tuckered. I mean: dog tired. As our sponsor said, I would be wide awake at three am . . . and I was. Crazy! But, I am trudging along until about 9pm tonight so I can get this body synchronized. I can't be walking around in paradise with my head in a fog. I could drown or get lost in a tropical forest.
Just kidding.
Pictures soon. We FedEx'd two boxes, one of which has my cord for the camera to upload . . . and the disc thingy. I have to figure out if I even need that disc thingy (most likely) to do any of that stuff. But, the pictures we have so far are gorgeous. Of course.
I have loads of shopping opportunities . . . my rein myself in. NOW.
Time to run off to see Hols, who is staying with our sponsor. We have really been blessed . . . a loving home and family on one end (thank you!!) and a loving lady with other pets who is willing to keep Hols for us this end. How did she handle the flight? She was in our two planes in the luggage hold. When she was being released from the HI Agriculture Dept., we could hear her barking and scratching at the door of her kennel in the back . . . it took about an hour to get her outta there (after we disembarked the plane) so it was not bad at all. I will say, before you bring you animal here: contact the HI agricultural Dept. to prepare your paperwork and mail it to them etc. beforehand. We are just lucky I had her health certificate and the two original copies of her rabies. Geesh. I was panicked for a minute there thinking we really screwed up. We were told to have exact paperwork - I complied to the letter on that. Thank God I did. It was only suggested we contact the HI Agricultural Dept. Um, it should be a requirement . . . not a suggestion. If you do that, you can be in and out of that office very quickly.
But, we're all together. That's the best thing.
We are on a 1-3 month waiting list for the housing we want (specific spot in Pearl City area) . . . trying to figure out where to live until then. Hope it's only one month!
Many blessings and thank you for the prayers and well wishes!
"J" - I be calling you every day until we get to chat. Thank you for all you have done to help us get here. My hat is off to you and B & B!! We are truly blessed with real life friends as well.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Good-bye Maryland, You Will Be Missed . . .
And, here are some pics from a lake in MN a few years ago. Chief and I really enjoyed fishing. The wind is something else in a motor boat . . . hence the wicked hair wrap. HA!
See? I even caught a wee fish! I did catch a few we ate. Northern Pike. Yum.
Well, I decided to take a mini break from packing up the final bits of our luggage. We're just about ready to go into the dinner hour . . . enjoy a nice evening with some really fantastic folks, whom we will miss ever so much! We have our luggage packed - with a carry on of next day clothes (just in case our luggage takes a detour - this has only happened to me once on a return trip). We will be rising early tomorrow morning to get our early flight.
We will be in Oahu roughly around 3pm their time (9pm EST). We will be tired.oh.so.very.knackered.tired.
However, the sun will still be up and bright when we arrive so I imagine we'll be getting into some sandy situations and some kind of island mischief before seeing our first gorgeous burnt-out blazing Hawaiian sunset.
I'm raising a glass to you, my dear friends. You all know who you are. I will always love and admire you - I will always ask Our Lady to keep watch over you, in Jesus' name.
See? I even caught a wee fish! I did catch a few we ate. Northern Pike. Yum.
Well, I decided to take a mini break from packing up the final bits of our luggage. We're just about ready to go into the dinner hour . . . enjoy a nice evening with some really fantastic folks, whom we will miss ever so much! We have our luggage packed - with a carry on of next day clothes (just in case our luggage takes a detour - this has only happened to me once on a return trip). We will be rising early tomorrow morning to get our early flight.
We will be in Oahu roughly around 3pm their time (9pm EST). We will be tired.oh.so.very.knackered.tired.
However, the sun will still be up and bright when we arrive so I imagine we'll be getting into some sandy situations and some kind of island mischief before seeing our first gorgeous burnt-out blazing Hawaiian sunset.
I'm raising a glass to you, my dear friends. You all know who you are. I will always love and admire you - I will always ask Our Lady to keep watch over you, in Jesus' name.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Grass Skirts and Coconut Tops
I'm just announcing an official break until the weekend. Y'all know where I'm headed and y'all know where I'll be posting from . . . Oahu, baby! Geesh, finally, yeah?!?!?!?!
But, I need this break because . . .
Currently, we are rushing about like chickens with our heads cut off . . . packing to head over to our friends B & B (yes, they are being so gracious in allowing us back for the final three nights in MD . . . what blessings!!!!) . . . but we have to make two trips (well, Chief does) to get us and all our crap there. I do not recommend traveling with your closets. Just a note. So, the rest of this day is crazy as well. We have to get our stuff to B & B's, get the dog to her appointment, and the younger two have a birthday party to attend. It's just crazy right now. Once we get the dog and we're on to the appointment, my heart will slow down a bit.
To think in three years we have to do this in reverse. Well, t'is better if I don't actually.
So, many blessings to you all. Know you are all in my prayers.
Aloha
But, I need this break because . . .
Currently, we are rushing about like chickens with our heads cut off . . . packing to head over to our friends B & B (yes, they are being so gracious in allowing us back for the final three nights in MD . . . what blessings!!!!) . . . but we have to make two trips (well, Chief does) to get us and all our crap there. I do not recommend traveling with your closets. Just a note. So, the rest of this day is crazy as well. We have to get our stuff to B & B's, get the dog to her appointment, and the younger two have a birthday party to attend. It's just crazy right now. Once we get the dog and we're on to the appointment, my heart will slow down a bit.
To think in three years we have to do this in reverse. Well, t'is better if I don't actually.
So, many blessings to you all. Know you are all in my prayers.
Aloha
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Yes, They Are All mine: Blogiversary Give Away
Yes, They Are All mine: Blogiversary Give Away
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Saturday, June 6, 2009
On Foot Masks
I've never used a foot mask product before. I'm not a foot person so I rarely give a hoot about what my feet look like as I usually just lock them up in socks and lace-ups. Still. I am on my way to Hawaii, where I'm sure I'll be trading in my lace-ups for flip-flops. I bought this cream on foot mask a few months ago . . . packed it up in my travel bags thinking I'd give the stuff a go. I am about to peel it off in a few minutes, but let me tell you my impression:
This Tee Tree Oil Cool-Off/Peel-Off Foot Mask by Earth Therapeutics is weird. You have to plan ahead. I'm not getting anyone in this household to smooth this crap on my feet, first off. So, I brought out my facial towelettes to wipe off my lone finger that I selected to slather on the goop. Then, I put my feet up . . . until the circulation from the mid-calf down started to cut off and my toes were tingling and cool from lack of blood.
After peeling it off (I took a tiny break to do this part): Fun as if I were a pig in poo poo! Remember peeling off Elmer's Glue? Yeah, baby! Better, in fact, as it all comes off in one fell swoop and it feels really creepy weird!! The smell is still pleasant (but my feet generally don't smell anyway . . . but I heard if you wear rubber flip flops often . . . ). My feet are softer - especially the heels. Nice.
So, I need to work on application and definitely a better prop so next time I'm not sitting with my legs straight out in the air and giving myself stomach cramping crunches!
We watched Taken tonight. I was on the edge of my seat the entire flick. Who knew Liam could move like that. My hero! I have to say the storyline is weak, but written to really bother parents! I'm double saying "NO" to any of my under aged kids asking to go to Europe without me . . . until they're 30!
Just kidding.
Okay, for Therese, (and any others who are interested in my book reviews): I loved loved loved the book Friday Night Knitting Club. It's not a New York twist on Steel Magnolia's (as some reviewer on the cover states), but it is a good story. I like that it had a rather real ending to it . . . it wasn't tragic, it was real. I do not know if I'll follow up with reading the sequel. Some times I like one book and the characters in it to be where I have left them when I close the book. If I ever read the sequel . . . well, I need to let time let me savour this story first. It's about love and relationships and knitting . . . friendships. It was cozy and made me want to learn how to knit.
All in good time, that learning to knit.
I'm on to Kate Jacob's other book Comfort Food. I'm on page 65 and will review it later. Yes, it's about food, but at least there's not a lot of yammering on and on about food so that I'm just salivating the whole time. I have Food Network for that - I don't need food in my face 100% of the time. But, so far I like novel. More later.
Have a blessed night.
This Tee Tree Oil Cool-Off/Peel-Off Foot Mask by Earth Therapeutics is weird. You have to plan ahead. I'm not getting anyone in this household to smooth this crap on my feet, first off. So, I brought out my facial towelettes to wipe off my lone finger that I selected to slather on the goop. Then, I put my feet up . . . until the circulation from the mid-calf down started to cut off and my toes were tingling and cool from lack of blood.
After peeling it off (I took a tiny break to do this part): Fun as if I were a pig in poo poo! Remember peeling off Elmer's Glue? Yeah, baby! Better, in fact, as it all comes off in one fell swoop and it feels really creepy weird!! The smell is still pleasant (but my feet generally don't smell anyway . . . but I heard if you wear rubber flip flops often . . . ). My feet are softer - especially the heels. Nice.
So, I need to work on application and definitely a better prop so next time I'm not sitting with my legs straight out in the air and giving myself stomach cramping crunches!
We watched Taken tonight. I was on the edge of my seat the entire flick. Who knew Liam could move like that. My hero! I have to say the storyline is weak, but written to really bother parents! I'm double saying "NO" to any of my under aged kids asking to go to Europe without me . . . until they're 30!
Just kidding.
Okay, for Therese, (and any others who are interested in my book reviews): I loved loved loved the book Friday Night Knitting Club. It's not a New York twist on Steel Magnolia's (as some reviewer on the cover states), but it is a good story. I like that it had a rather real ending to it . . . it wasn't tragic, it was real. I do not know if I'll follow up with reading the sequel. Some times I like one book and the characters in it to be where I have left them when I close the book. If I ever read the sequel . . . well, I need to let time let me savour this story first. It's about love and relationships and knitting . . . friendships. It was cozy and made me want to learn how to knit.
All in good time, that learning to knit.
I'm on to Kate Jacob's other book Comfort Food. I'm on page 65 and will review it later. Yes, it's about food, but at least there's not a lot of yammering on and on about food so that I'm just salivating the whole time. I have Food Network for that - I don't need food in my face 100% of the time. But, so far I like novel. More later.
Have a blessed night.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Cutie Patootie
This little thing just graduated pre-school. She is the daughter of my husband's brother. They named her with our girls middle name. We love her name (and her!), but to keep it protected, I'm "mum". We'll call her "K". We are always proud of her achievements.But let me say one thing about all this graduation before graduation. Can we just get real already? Save the cap and gown and the word "graduation" for the high school seniors, 'mmm 'kay? I probably sound like a meanie, but hell, I did not sign up to race about to make sure my four-year-old gets their cap and gown - let's save that particular stress for when they're 17/18! Not to mention, the photographers fees etc. Let's see, if I were to have a child today, that child would have at least 5 graduations (pre-K, K, 5th, 8th, and 12th - plus college, maybe) before it really counts. Let's just bore them with this "right of passage" too early as well.
In no way am I trying to rain on people's parades, but can we just stop with all the dumdum stuff? I love my niece and I had to endure this stuff with my own kids. Trust me, I was extremely vocal about how foolish it is to have ceremony after ceremony for "graduations". It's not graduating!
This country's education system makes me puke-o-la. I love kids, too, but if we keep patting them on the back like this . . . what's the freakin' point? No wonder most of them could care less about the cap and gown etc., by senior year. We keep giving KIDS adult rights. It's just stupid. If I wanted a little mini-me when I was having kids, I'd just rather look in one of those weird clown house of mirror mirrors. Okay? These people who think it's cute to have little kids dressed up like grown ups and equiping them with the latest . . . just a rant, I know, but it stinks. I want to tell these people to go out and make some friends!
One Thing . . .
One thing I cannot tolerate is a rotten cuppa! The coffee at this hotel is "Artisan Blend". It is swill. It is shit. Maxwell House is Starbucks in comparison. I can now say, I would be grateful for the cheaper brand of coffee compared to this pseudo coffee. Bleck!
I went to Starbucks to remedy the situation, but it's expensive. And it's expensive to do every day. I'm not visiting Starbucks every day (even though there is one in the Safeway across the street - and an actual store just a few doors down from there) and a store in the mall across the street in another direction. I just drink it slower and truly enjoy it when I get one from the store, you know?
Now I'm forced to drink up all my tea. It's not half bad! I do like tea, though. I just had a cuppa Constant Comment. But all this had me thinking about giving up coffee for good. At some point. I don't know if I could ever do it. Could I? Ah, no.
I'm enjoying my afternoon reading The Friday Night Knitting Club. I read over at Praying For Grace a nice review for the film UP. I may chat my hubster about taking the kids tonight. We have only a few things we can do and this hotel is getting smaller by the moment. A nice family evening plan. He's currently at a pinning ceremony on Post. It was fun to see him all suited up in his uniform after two weeks of not.
The weekend is brunching, munching, visiting, and Mass-ing and a bunch of good-bye-ing. Monday a whirlwind to finish up getting the dog's paperwork in order . . . a few days to piddle away our worries until we fly off into the sun. I think I won't believe it until I get lei'd. :)
Aloha . . .
I went to Starbucks to remedy the situation, but it's expensive. And it's expensive to do every day. I'm not visiting Starbucks every day (even though there is one in the Safeway across the street - and an actual store just a few doors down from there) and a store in the mall across the street in another direction. I just drink it slower and truly enjoy it when I get one from the store, you know?
Now I'm forced to drink up all my tea. It's not half bad! I do like tea, though. I just had a cuppa Constant Comment. But all this had me thinking about giving up coffee for good. At some point. I don't know if I could ever do it. Could I? Ah, no.
I'm enjoying my afternoon reading The Friday Night Knitting Club. I read over at Praying For Grace a nice review for the film UP. I may chat my hubster about taking the kids tonight. We have only a few things we can do and this hotel is getting smaller by the moment. A nice family evening plan. He's currently at a pinning ceremony on Post. It was fun to see him all suited up in his uniform after two weeks of not.
The weekend is brunching, munching, visiting, and Mass-ing and a bunch of good-bye-ing. Monday a whirlwind to finish up getting the dog's paperwork in order . . . a few days to piddle away our worries until we fly off into the sun. I think I won't believe it until I get lei'd. :)
Aloha . . .
Thursday, June 4, 2009
A Real Winner . . .
I made mention to a friend (in passing) that I would love to read this book. She gifted a copy to me last week as a parting gift. I have read it and it is full of good advise for raising truly remarkable, likable kids. I'm a bit of a softie so I have to dig about for my spine some of the time while on this journey called 'Parenting'. This book essentially reiterates many of my own personal beliefs about how to raise good kids. My favourite part of this book is when she discusses respect. This is the missing link in kids today, as well as the other missing link: not clearly knowing what is right and what is wrong. In the final chapter she discusses religion and how it's important to raising kids (whatever your religion is; hers is Catholic, and, I could sort of tell that by some of the things she mentions; like, 9-11 and how they went to Church to pray). Overall, it's a great book to give to new parents or parents who are struggling with keeping and using their authority - something many parents lack. If you can acknowledge there is something wrong and you know what to do to change it, DO IT. Whatever that "it" is, do it. I'm passing the book along to another family - honestly, they don't need it. It may be more of an affirmation of all that they are doing right with their family. And, hopefully, they'll keep passing it along.
It was worth while to read.
Now I'm off to read "Friday Night Knitting Club" by Kate Jacobs.
Bloggin' Buds and Books
Half a Dozen Productions: Blogosphere Buddies
If you click the link above, you'll see a bit of my "today" news. I love being with friends - new, old, and just getting to know. Mau, you are fantastically brill with the coffee and hostessing. It was good to see you again. God bless you and yours. Open invite to you to come see us in HI - if you can get away!
Bought two more books. So, you know what else I'm doing. *wink wink*
If you click the link above, you'll see a bit of my "today" news. I love being with friends - new, old, and just getting to know. Mau, you are fantastically brill with the coffee and hostessing. It was good to see you again. God bless you and yours. Open invite to you to come see us in HI - if you can get away!
Bought two more books. So, you know what else I'm doing. *wink wink*
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Confirmation Pictures
Here's my Squirrel getting the gifts of the Holy Spirit with his Uncle Pat at his back. Uncle Pat stood in for his other uncle who could not make the trip. It was great to have this time with my BIL and MIL. I love the family I married into.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Key Bridge and White Knuckles
Hail Mary, full of grace . . .
. . . I survived driving over the Key Bridge in Baltimore. Hurrah!
I am not much for driving in the rat race traffic in the D.C./Baltimore area . . . so my radius for daily driving is quite narrow. I faced down following my husband to port authority to leave our van there to ship to HI this afternoon, although my nerves pretty much almost got the better of me before we got out of the hotel.
My daughter definitely thinks I've lost it . . . I mean, approaching the bridge I started doing that tongue American Indian thing, (you know: la la la la) but in a rather obnoxious way. I was nervous beyond crazy! There is something about cars all around you and driving on a bridge x-hundred feet in the air. That one in the Yupper Peninsula (Upper Michigan) a few summers ago was only do-able 'cos I wasn't driving. I was getting pretty close to the center of the car, though!
Begs the question why I love to fly then? I.love.to.fly. But I hate being in the air and at the wheel . . .
So, Hail Mary, full of grace . . .
. . . thank you. I now have full range of movement beyond my wrists now.
. . . I survived driving over the Key Bridge in Baltimore. Hurrah!
I am not much for driving in the rat race traffic in the D.C./Baltimore area . . . so my radius for daily driving is quite narrow. I faced down following my husband to port authority to leave our van there to ship to HI this afternoon, although my nerves pretty much almost got the better of me before we got out of the hotel.
My daughter definitely thinks I've lost it . . . I mean, approaching the bridge I started doing that tongue American Indian thing, (you know: la la la la) but in a rather obnoxious way. I was nervous beyond crazy! There is something about cars all around you and driving on a bridge x-hundred feet in the air. That one in the Yupper Peninsula (Upper Michigan) a few summers ago was only do-able 'cos I wasn't driving. I was getting pretty close to the center of the car, though!
Begs the question why I love to fly then? I.love.to.fly. But I hate being in the air and at the wheel . . .
So, Hail Mary, full of grace . . .
. . . thank you. I now have full range of movement beyond my wrists now.
Results, Sort Of. . . . .
I went to my doctor appointment yesterday afternoon to find the results on my ultrasound and some lab workups. There are no abnormalities or infectious things running through any part of me. He did say that does not dismiss that my gallbladder may be malfunctioning. They did not see any stones or anything amiss, but that does not mean it's not having a hard time ejecting bile. There is a test where they inject something into me that causes the gallbladder to react as it should when I eat. At the moment, I do not have time to schedule it or I would . . . just to rule it out. He cleared me for moving to Hawaii (my concern, not the gov't), but advised me to see a doctor for this test if I continue to have any problems. Also, since I experience that pinching when I eat, I should pay attention to what I am eating and avoid high fatty foods. I know this and I usually do avoid them, but I am in limbo with this moving stuff AND I think most of my fatty foods are taken in over the course of the day, not all at once (i.e. McDonald's, Chick-fil-A, etc. - we're not doing daily rounds at the locals . . . because I naturally avoid them like the plague anyway; not because the taste is bad, but because I know it's not healthy). But, that said, when you are moving, it's hard to avoid the drive-thrus.
Now, I'm off to get myself ready for whatever it is my husband will need me to do or help him with. We have two cars to clean out; one we sold but need to clean it, the other to take to Baltimore for shipping to HI. We bought a car in HI from a friend . . . I need to run out and get some school things for Squirrel Boy and get him some tees. Apparently he packed only six of his gazillion shirts from his closet. I should have insisted on packing him. I thought since he's fifteen he'd know what to do - especially after we (les parents) had instructed him (les enfants) to pack ten or so shirts. Well, maybe he was planning on getting some new clothes then. Whatever!
Busy as usual around here.
Now, I'm off to get myself ready for whatever it is my husband will need me to do or help him with. We have two cars to clean out; one we sold but need to clean it, the other to take to Baltimore for shipping to HI. We bought a car in HI from a friend . . . I need to run out and get some school things for Squirrel Boy and get him some tees. Apparently he packed only six of his gazillion shirts from his closet. I should have insisted on packing him. I thought since he's fifteen he'd know what to do - especially after we (les parents) had instructed him (les enfants) to pack ten or so shirts. Well, maybe he was planning on getting some new clothes then. Whatever!
Busy as usual around here.
Monday, June 1, 2009
No Cain and Able Story
I finished reading "My Sister's Keeper" by Jodi Picoult last night. The writing was engaging and fluid - in that, I found it easy to read. The style of writing was wonderful, because each part of the book was broken into chapters by the different characters of the story surrounding the girl, Anna, who was conceived purposefully to donate her cord blood to hopefully extend her sister's life. The plot is front and center: Anna does not want to be a donor any more. She's thirteen and seeking legal council so she does not have to give her sister one of her kidneys. Her sister has a form of leukemia that one can only medically halt and reverse for so long before it will eventually take her life. Everyone knows this. Even Kate, the older sister who is dying of renal failure. Of course, the book takes a twist and turn toward the end (which I will not give away). This is a story of a family torn to shreds by decisions about how to save one of their members, while each member still has their own demons (so to speak) to deal with. Everyone in the story feels marginalized by Kate's fight for life, even Kate.
Although I did not cry once during the reading of this story, I know that it has impacted me in a profound way as I was angered by the mother in the story many times - if you read the book, you will know why. I am a mother and would probably not have put my Anna through anything more than the cord blood transfusion. Why? Well, when you child is given such a horrible outlook, quality of life becomes more important. Length - not so much. That's just my two cents. I'm probably not alone, though.
If' you are a cryer, keep the tissues handy. Two thumbs up on this one. If anything, it does provoke conversations and deep analysis about our current ethical treatments and what kinds of decisions people have to make in life. In any event, let's not forget Jesse, the older brother . . . I am tempted to say "Anna and Kate's mother", but she is also the mother of Jesse . . . motherhood and fatherhood calls us to be above many things, and sacrificial things are no different.
There is no greater love than to lay down ones life for ones friends. Moms? Dads? We know this, do we not?
Although I did not cry once during the reading of this story, I know that it has impacted me in a profound way as I was angered by the mother in the story many times - if you read the book, you will know why. I am a mother and would probably not have put my Anna through anything more than the cord blood transfusion. Why? Well, when you child is given such a horrible outlook, quality of life becomes more important. Length - not so much. That's just my two cents. I'm probably not alone, though.
If' you are a cryer, keep the tissues handy. Two thumbs up on this one. If anything, it does provoke conversations and deep analysis about our current ethical treatments and what kinds of decisions people have to make in life. In any event, let's not forget Jesse, the older brother . . . I am tempted to say "Anna and Kate's mother", but she is also the mother of Jesse . . . motherhood and fatherhood calls us to be above many things, and sacrificial things are no different.
There is no greater love than to lay down ones life for ones friends. Moms? Dads? We know this, do we not?
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