Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Three Days

My life full of lists. 

Lists of what to take to Hawaii. Lists of what to fix for dinner for the people who will be staying home instead of going to Hawaii. Lists of things to buy for Hawaii.

In other words, I'm not 'lei-ing' around. (I am hilarious.)

Hubster now has more new underwear than he's ever owned before, along with new shorts, new shirts, new swimwear....he will be a fashionista on the beach. I, however, will be wearing the same thing every day we're there.

Oh, I kid.

I actually bought a new swimsuit. It seems the elastic in the leg holes of my previous number decided to give up the ghost. It was only ten years old.

They just don't make things like they used to.

Hubster wanted us to pay to check a bag. When I asked him why, he said it was because he needed his own pillow, and $25 one way was a reasonable price to pay for the privilege.

I declined.

So far we only have one extracurricular activity planned.  I am hesitant to book the zip line and parasailing.  Call me crazy, but I don't see the appeal. We'll probably do it anyway, just to say we've done it...but I may have to be dragged kicking and screaming off of whatever platform we use.

I went to see the RA nurse-practitioner yesterday to get shot up with steroids before the trip. Funny thing is, it looks like I'll be taking her with me to Hawaii.  She's going to the same place we are, and at the same time. I'll be all set if I get sick. And her husband is an orthopedic surgeon. Let's hope we don't need his services after the above-mentioned death-defying stupidity of which we are about to take part.

Now, if we can only make it for three more days..... 

Thursday, August 27, 2015

I'm Beginning to Think There's a Problem

I was supposed to get my hair cut and colored today.  I had the appointment all set, and I was geared up to get 'er done.

I have to get in the mindset for a cut and color.  I can't just go in and get it done.  I have to be IN THE MOOD.

That's exactly where I was today.

Unfortunately, my hairdresser was not.  She cancelled my appointment this afternoon.

While it would normally not be such a big deal, it has fallen solidly in the BIG DEAL category today.  You see, in only nine days, we will be on a plane to Hawaii.


It doesn't leave much time to reschedule my hair appointment, what with all the MOOD and the cancellations and such.  Not that I'm the least bit worried...much.

My hairdresser is a lovely girl.  She's sweet, and really talented. But this is the not the first time she's cancelled on me at the last minute.  As a matter of fact, it's the fourth time in a row.  I've been trying to get this cut and color since August 3rd.  Today is the 27th.

The last time I got beautified was in June, right before my high school reunion.  Since I couldn't get an appointment with my usual hairdresser, I ended up going to someone else as a walk-in client, and was sheared like a sheep. It's the closest to bald I've ever been, and it isn't something I would like to repeat.

(I know that sounds really appetizing, but trust me on this one.  It wasn't pretty.)

So, with all the cancellations and all, I'm beginning to think that maybe she doesn't like me anymore. She may be trying to break up with me, but I'm too stupid to see it for what it is.  


Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Tiny Bubbles

Don Ho is about to have visitors.

In SEVENTEEN DAYS, Hubster and I will be headed out to the airport. We will board a plane, and God willing, fly over the ocean to Paradise.

The kids bought us a trip to Hawaii for our 25th anniversary. And while there will be no tiny bubbles on the plane, we will be sure to have some ON THE BEACH.

***clapping my hands and dancing around***

And yes, there will be photos taken and posted, Dear Linds. The Girl has requested daily updates from our home-away-from-home, and if we have time, we might post a few. Hubster has sworn not to be photographed in a grass skirt, but we'll have to see about that.

As for me?  

I think I could live at the beach indefinitely.

Monday, August 10, 2015


(photo credit

It was a Sunday morning.

He walked into Starbucks, his one-year-old son on his arm.

As he stepped in line to order that Sunday morning, his cell phone rang.  He answered, using phrases like "cost effective" and "bottom line" and "global distribution" as the line advanced.

His son poked a thumb into his mouth. He had apparently been in this position before.

More phrases followed. "Core competency" and "fiscal strength" and "software paradigm" marked his pathway to the cash register.

The little boy yawned, squirmed a little in his father's arms, and looked unhappy.

The man shifted his phone and his son to the opposite arms and continued his conversation.

"We'll have to run those numbers before we can coherently present it to the client," he said. He reached the point where his order was to be taken, then stepped out of line. He paced back and forth, struggling with some concept known only to him and the person on the other end of the line.

Fifteen minutes later, as I left the coffee shop, he was still talking to the same person, on the same cell phone, with his now asleep son on his shoulder.

It was a Sunday morning, just like any other day.

Thursday, August 06, 2015

Good Friends, Good Weekend

One would think photos would be taken when visiting friends, so as to preserve the wonderful time spent.

One would be wrong.

We had a glorious time, the four of us. And yet I took not one photograph. Not one.

Shame on me.

Friday night was filled with eating and drinking. The cheese dip and the margaritas flowed, and we talked until midnight. When it came time to eat dinner, we decided the cheese dip was dinner enough. We were filled with it and good conversation.

Saturday morning dawned too early for me. Since I was last to arrive, I drew the couch in the living room as my bed. It was so comfortable that I didn't want to leave it, but around 7 a.m. everyone else was up and moving. We ate breakfast casserole (I still need that recipe) and planned to go shopping in Branson before heading to the lake for the rest of the day.

However, when we arrived at the outlet mall, there was such a crowd that our host couldn't find even one place to park the car. This resulted in no small amount of frustration, as traffic was moving at the pace one could easily walk.

(Please note: This photo was NOT taken by the author.)

Because of the crowded situation, we decided to leave and go directly to the lake without passing "GO" or collecting $200.00. It was a wise choice, all told.

Once at the marina, we ate lunch here...

(Again, not my photo...)

...and boarded our host's boat similar to this one...

 (Also not from my camera...)

...and set out on the lake. We had noodles (those long, foam, floaty things), and we used them well. 

(Same song, different verse...)

We also used plenty of SPF 30 or SPF 50, which kept us from sunburn.  We had sodas and wine and water and cookies and the leftovers from lunch, so we were well-fortified.

That evening we dined in style, then went to bed early. Our day in the sun made for an early evening.

After breakfast, I headed out.  It was a long drive home, giving me time to reflect on a weekend well spent.  Many thanks to our host! 

Now, about NEXT year.....