tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25126998422908770042024-02-19T00:51:22.619-08:00The Neerings ChroniclesScott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-29770287244670203342012-02-21T13:26:00.000-08:002012-02-21T14:01:48.427-08:00I'm learning Japanese!For the longest time I have had a fascination with other languages! I guess you could say that started in High School Spanish class. But back then, the only language I really had any interest in was Spanish. And it remained the same for many, many years. <br /><br />Then I thought, "I'd love to learn Spanish, Italian, AND French! They are all beautiful languages - the romance languages!) Also, they are all Latin based. I could make sense of that . . .<br /><br />Fast forward 25 years or so. . .<br /><br />We currently live in Hawai'i. (no complaints here!) Hawai'i is a melting pot of different cultures, much like New York City, only the cultures are mostly from around the Pacific Rim. Japanese has a huge influence in Hawai'i. <br /><br />Before I moved here, I never had any desire whatsoever, to go to any Asian country or to learn their language. It seemed WAY too foreign! I was also terribly challenged when trying to eat with chop sticks.<br /><br />What I mean is, my mind could not understand ANY part of the language, I didn't know anything about their culture, and the thought of visiting a country when that is the case terrified me. Therefore, no need to go, no need to learn.<br /><br />It turns out that all I needed was exposure! Exposure to the people and their culture in a setting where I understood it.<br /><br />Even after softening a little, I still didn't have much desire to learn the Japanese language. It was my husband who said, "Wouldn't it be cool to learn Japanese?" I guess he's always had a desire to see Japan . . . he just never said anything about it until now.<br /><br />One day I came across an advertisement for a <a href="https://www.pimsleurapproach.com/search225/learn-a-language.asp?sid=001exPimCBT225_ggl&Network=Search&kw=pimsleur&ad=7290787865&SiteTarget=&s_kwcid=TC3792pimsleurS7290787865&gclid=CO26uNWFsK4CFQNntgodhjVs-w">language program </a>that promised you could learn any language in just 10 days! AND, it was only $10!! I thought, "for only $10, I haven't got much to lose!" So I ordered the course.<br /><br />I waited and waited and waited . . . it took much longer to get here than I thought. But it finally arrived!<br /><br />Remember, it was my husband who wanted to learn Japanese . . . not me.<br /><br />Well, I put in the CD and played the first lesson, when my hubby wasn't around. They first play a conversation . . . which, of course, sounded like Japanese to me - I couldn't make heads nor tails of it! But by the end of the 30 minutes, they replayed that same conversation and I understood EVERY WORD! I am not kidding you. I was so stinkin' excited!<br /><br />I've only listened to 5 lessons so far. Sometimes I repeat a lesson so that I learn the words correctly and can recall them later when I go over things in my head. It's so much fun!<br /><br />I never thought I would enjoy learning Japanese as much as I am. I thought I would have a very hard time learning it. Maybe it's the program, or maybe I'm more adept at picking up languages than I thought. Maybe it's just a combination of the two. Either way - I'm very happy to be learning this language and opening my world a little bit more.<br /><br />*This post is just my personal opinion and I have not been paid by the Pimsleur Language program to write these comments.Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-29558572696959535582011-04-20T19:21:00.000-07:002011-04-20T19:56:21.842-07:00Random Thoughts<div>Random thought #1</div><div><br /></div>I recently added a map at the bottom of this blog that tracks the locations of people who have visited this site. I find it interesting to see locations like Alaska because I don't know anyone there . . . I don't think. (waving my hand, "Hi people in Alaska!" or any other part of the world!)<div><br /></div><div>And as you can see, I haven't been very good at updating my posts. Sorry . . . I just don't have much to say, and yet - my head is always full of . . . something! I'm always totally disappointed when the blogs I read daily aren't updated and here I am going months on end without updating. Not a single peep! I will try to do better.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sort of a blog junkie myself. I have a daily routine of sorts. You see that list of blogs to the right of my screen over there? Each morning when I get to work, after turning on my computer, letting my emails load - returning said emails, I bring up my blog and go down my list (especially the ones with buttons!). It just makes me happy reading these blogs. Mostly because they are living my dream. They seem to have it all figured out. They make me want to quit my job and follow my dreams . . .</div><div><br /></div><div>So I sit here and daydream for a while trying to figure out how I can do just that! Then I try to focus on getting some work done. </div><div><br /></div><div>Random thought #2</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I may be going through my 'mid-life crisis'! I'm serious. When I was younger and people would talk about men in their 40's having a mid-life crisis and going out to by some hot, red sports car, dumping their wives for a younger model, etc., I couldn't for the life of me figure out what their problem was. Why would they do something that seemed so out of the ordinary. Take a left turn from your current life, out of the blue.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here I am at the ripe ol' age of 43 and I totally get it now. <i>They are mourning the loss of their youth! </i>Then they go and try to do anything within their power to hold on to it! (i.e. buy a hot new car that makes them feel like they're in high school again or date a younger person)</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't get me wrong - I have no plans to buy a sports car or leave my husband for a younger model! That's just ridiculous! But I will say that I am HATING getting older. It's not the age, the actual # that bothers me. Heck, I really haven't pinpointed what it is exactly. But I have a few ideas. Here's a few:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. I miss my high-school, skinny, toned body! </div><div><br /></div><div>2. I no longer feel like I have any rhythm or ability to dance. (maybe I never had it, but I thought I was pretty good at one time, which makes me wonder if I ever could . . .)</div><div><br /></div><div>3. I miss dancing! (I live vicariously through "Dancing With The Stars" now.)</div><div><br /></div><div>4. I'm beginning to see that I'm not as cool as I thought . . . maybe I never was! :(</div><div><br /></div><div>Random Thought #3</div><div><br /></div><div>Does anyone know how to get a government grant to start your own business? I'm terrified to fill anything out online because I don't trust that they truly are government grants (especially when they ask for money upfront). </div><div><br /></div><div>Random Thought #4</div><div><br /></div><div>Would it be weird to learn the hula? I live in Hawai'i after all . . . </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-37892018102692559772010-11-30T12:42:00.000-08:002010-11-30T14:48:46.226-08:00The rest of the story . . .When they posted the eviction notice (for lack of a better term), it mentioned that there was a cash incentive for vacating the premisis quickly, and that we should not pay our rent to the landlords because they no longer owned the house, the bank did. That makes sense to me. Thankfully, we had totally forgotten about our rent because we were very busy at the Maui County Fair. We knew this was coming anyways. We could tell the landlord was in trouble financially. Unfortunately, we found that out AFTER moving in! We still lived in the house a full year so no great loss.<br /><br />So with this financial incentive clouding our minds we set out to find a new home to rent ASAP. We wanted to make sure we moved as quickly as possible because the sooner you moved out, the higher the incentive . . . up to $3500! What did we have to lose, right?<br /><br />We found a place only a mile down the road in Waikapu. It didn't have any other people living on the property! (a big plus considering we've had another person residing in the houses we've rented, although seperate living quarters and entrances, since moving here!) And there is space for gardening!! YAY! The downside is it costs a little more, and the electricity was not included. This could be a problem considering that Maui Electric Company takes the highest ever month of service at that residence and doubles it as your deposit amount! Ummm, yeah. The first house we checked into getting the power in our name the deposit was going to be $1000! The second time we checked, which was at the last house we were renting, it would have been . . . are you ready for this? $1600!!! Yup, you're reading that right. Thankfully, our electricity was included in that last rental. But you can see how we might be a little worried about hooking up electricity at this new place, right? Thankfully, because this was a fairly new house and it was only a 2nd home to the owners, and they were hardly ever there, the deposit for the electric was only $175! Woohoo!<br /><br />Unfortunately, at the time we were searching and found our new house to rent, the foreclosure market went into a freeze. And we were in such a dither about getting moved, packing, organizing people to help and all that, that we signed the lease on the new place BEFORE getting a contact signed promising us the incentive! (cue the "wah-wah-wah" loser noises). That's right - no incentive. DRATS!<br /><br />It's a good thing we didn't pay our last month's rent at the old place. BUT, because we didn't, they didn't give our deposit back either! REALLY? *sigh* (taking deep breaths to calm down) Our only alternative was to "occupy" the premisis to the last possible moment through the rest of the month. We used that time to move the smaller stuff slowly and to clean at our leisure. They probably spent our deposit money long ago and didn't even have it. This would make the second time that has happened to us here!<br /><br />At the same time this was going on, Scott was due to get his bonus for completing 2 full years at the hospital. However, when they finally got around to paying it, they lumped it with his regular check which threw him into a different tax bracket altogether and ate up practically HALF the bonus. SERIOUSLY? You would think that people in the financial/human resources would know not to lump a bonus with a regular check! *SIGH*<br /><br />After all is said and done, we will be ok! I feel that our little "roller coaster ride" has come to a stop and we're back to normal life. We pulled through just fine.<br /><br />Now let's all tip-toe very quietly away from "Murphy" and his "law"!Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-22663873723589106432010-10-21T12:41:00.000-07:002010-10-21T13:15:45.754-07:00DON'T SAY IT . . .<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqfaO72gdYKhYCpaOxxK-bjsVZ1zDQTL7zZMy_spozxrOgayHdn9R5nO2KVhGKhVDazx8AhCKZYwo2Xe-7qjtEt7yRFSnIQFWTVKdV4vZvKANwITKj9NKsuIvH1AD9e1k45EL0YKwJIxH/s1600/murphys-law-300x234.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530588980410790226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiqfaO72gdYKhYCpaOxxK-bjsVZ1zDQTL7zZMy_spozxrOgayHdn9R5nO2KVhGKhVDazx8AhCKZYwo2Xe-7qjtEt7yRFSnIQFWTVKdV4vZvKANwITKj9NKsuIvH1AD9e1k45EL0YKwJIxH/s320/murphys-law-300x234.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><em> (photo taken from Media Convergence Matters Blog)</em></span></div><p>Scott should know better! He really should, but some things slip out of his mouth and then it's too late!!</p><p>The downward spiral began on a beautiful Sunday afternoon when we discovered that our beloved kitty had been brutally murdered. That was followed by our favored gubanatorial candidate losing in the primaries and something about the Yankees not doing well . . . oh yeah, then a notice being posted on the house we're renting that it is foreclosing! (It's not a personal blow since we're just renting, but we still need to vacate the premesis!).</p><p>So Scott opens his mouth and out pops "the curse words". No, not swear words! The words that bring more bad things your way . . . you know, a CURSE! He says, as he nervously laughs - that laugh he does when he just can't believe the string of events that seem to be unfolding - he says, "WHAT ELSE COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?" </p><p><span style="font-size:180%;">WHAT? </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I said, "WHY DID YOU JUST SAY THAT???" He immediately tried the knocking on wood trick. That never helps. Once those words have been spoken, you might as well put on your life vest because it's gonna be bumpy ride in a small life raft! All you can do is hold on for dear life and pray for calm seas.</span></p><p>I will have to fill in the rest of this story once I feel that the roller coaster ride has come to a complete stop and we can safely exit the vehicle! <span style="font-size:85%;"><em>(sorry for the switch of metaphors.)</em></span></p><p>I felt the above photo was so perfect for this post. Yet when I started reading the blog that the photo came from, it got even better. Here's what it said:</p><p><em>Any devotee of Murphy's Law (If anything can go wrong, it will) knows it has numerous collieries (e.g. If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong; If you perceive that there are four possible ways in which something can go wrong, and circumvent these, then a fifth way, unprepared for, will promptly develop). New Murphy's Laws have developed for just about any aspect of life, including selective gravitation (e.g. The chance of the buttered side of the bread falling face down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet; The greater the value of the rug, the greater the probability that the cat will throw up on it!). Posted by Tom Johnson, Nov. 7, 2009</em></p><p>I'll stop there. You get the idea!</p>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-84675050357881998682010-10-01T13:14:00.000-07:002010-10-01T14:47:42.238-07:00Goodbye little buddy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP720mVYbHp2pJVstkK37CvM-3Bbc8s9VpvV0rrTCNZbV7j-iYgz24dxXF4xpUSJLVWcnbLmKqkdMqnfHII8Qi98TXINLbTEz7uaE5Bhit81i6URdnLqlwElqeWZReLvjK3X59YiphmlZ1/s1600/P9230001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP720mVYbHp2pJVstkK37CvM-3Bbc8s9VpvV0rrTCNZbV7j-iYgz24dxXF4xpUSJLVWcnbLmKqkdMqnfHII8Qi98TXINLbTEz7uaE5Bhit81i6URdnLqlwElqeWZReLvjK3X59YiphmlZ1/s320/P9230001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523185983109653026" border="0" /></a>I never wanted any cats! I made myself very clear . . . I thought. On Camille's 3rd birthday we got a little black cat - the runt of the litter. Fine, I gave in. I was out-numbered! Then on her 7th birthday she fell in love with this cream colored fluff ball (pictured above). Though I protested and said how I really didn't want anymore cats, I was out-numbered once again. Camille couldn't live without the little fluff ball and Scott, the ol' softy, couldn't either! All I could do was grumble my protests which fell on deaf ears.<br /><br />I'm not a totally stone-hearted meany. I think kittens are adorable. However, I can keep in perspective the fact that they grow into cats which then claw your furniture to shreds!!<br /><br />Well, for those unfamiliar with the ways of cats, THEY tend to choose who they like most, and who they will sleep next to at night! Wouldn't you know it, the little fur ball plopped himself right between Scott and I on the very first night and that was that!! No matter how many times I threw him off in the middle of the night . . . he just came back. He was a momma's boy!<br /><br />When we were naming him, manly names didn't fit because he was so "pretty" and always mistaken for a girl. I'm not sure how we settled on 'Branford' but it had just enough sissyness to it. . . not that it really mattered, we had so many nicknames for him, he was probably confused.<br /><br />Much to my surprise, when we found out our little buddy had been killed (by a horrid pitbull . . . don't even get me started!), I was quite heart-broken. Usually when a pet dies (referring to when we said goodbye to hamsters), it's a sad moment but not heartbreaking . . . at least not to me. Camille's another story - she really loves animals.<br /><br />However, when Scott made the discovery my heart sank. We were all so shocked and completely heart-broken. We had Branford for 12 years!! He was referred to as Camille's little brother since she had no siblings. He was constant entertainment and always had something to say. <br /><br />In the picture above, he is in a suitcase. He always hopped in our suitcases when we were packing to go somewhere, hoping we wouldn't leave him behind. Not that he enjoyed traveling . . . he absolutely hated it! When we moved from Vermont to Utah - I don't think he stopped complaining from Essex to Palmyra, New York. At that point we stopped to see Scott's parents who were on a mission at the time. When Branford came into the house he was so frustrated he didn't know whether to hiss or purr. It was really funny to watch!<br /><br />We teased Branford about being a Boston Red Sox fan because he always seemed to complain when the Yankees won.<br /><br />Most of his days were spent sleeping in the funniest positions. Lying completely on his back like an otter . . . draped over the arm of the sofa with all for legs hanging down, or inside a cubby hole or a drawer that was left open. Apparently he needed lots of energy for his nightly capers. Once he knew everyone was in bed, he would call out Astoria and they would run races and tackle and get into mischief. Then when the romping around was done, he'd jump into bed with us and talk very loudly telling us all about it. Either that or he would purr so loudly it sounded like his purr box needed to be oiled!!<br /><br />**sigh**<br /><br />I can tell you this much, I will NOT miss fur everywhere, his cat food all over the floor, being woken up by his loud purr or having to block out all the lower level windows at night so that he doesn't fight the neighborhood prowling cat through the window.<br /><br />I WILL miss his cuddly soft fur, his very lengthy conversations and finding him sleeping in the oddest places and positions. You are truly missed! <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(We did tell you that curiosity kills the cat but you didn't listen!</span>)Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-2576903020078173512010-08-17T18:28:00.000-07:002010-08-17T18:50:36.724-07:001 less organ - 4 new scars!About a year ago I was awakened from sleep with a terrible pain right through my core. It felt like that sharp pain you might feel when you have food poisoning, but before the nasea sets in. It lasted for several hours. Then it was gone for several days or weeks . . . I don't really know.<br /><br />It returned again a few times throughout the year. Each time during the middle of the night for the most part. Painful and frightening. My mind couldn't help but go to the worst case scenario . . . cancer! The other thought was maybe an ulcer. I googled ulcers and my symptoms were spot on. I thought for sure that's what it was.<br /><br />I finally gathered my courage and went to the doctor. She immediately had me scheduled for an abdominal ultrasound. A day or so later she called me with the results . . . "you have a gall stone! We're going to take it out."<br /><br />I didn't expect that answer, however . . . it made sense. My mom had her gall bladder removed, my sister had hers removed. But I couldn't help but feel guilty about eating all the wrong things that caused the problem in the first place!<br /><br />Anyhoo . . . I had my surgery on August 6th. Everthing went well. I was somewhat surprised that I had to stay overnight in the hospital though. I was under the impression that it was an out-patient surgery. In fact, I had heard that term a few times. Then when they called to schedule the time of the surgery I was informed that I would be staying over night. <br /><br />I guess it's a good thing. If anything were to go wrong post-op, then you're in the right place.<br /><br />I think I was an exemplary patient. I was up and walking around that night - though it wasn't very fun to do so. I just had a fear of blood clots and didn't want that to happen. I actually walked around for nearly a half hour . . . at a snail's pace. I did the same the following morning.<br /><br />Did you know that they fill you full of air when they do laporoscopic surgeries? They need to in order to have room to work. Because of that, you end up with air inside your body that needs to escape . . . that translates into 'gas'. EWW! It's pretty painful after that kind of surgery too. That's another reason I kept walking . . . it's supposed to help move things along if you get my drift.<br /><br />My right shoulder was a little sore afterwards too. Scott says they probably had my arm strapped above my head to keep it out of the way. And my throat was quite sore and dry the next day. Who knows how many things were shoved down my throat! In fact, to this day, 10 days later I have a sore spot that hasn't improved yet. I'm not sure what the deal is. I hope it gets better soon.<br /><br />Upon checking out of the hospital I learned that I would get an automatic 10 day vacation! Yee haw! Still, it was unknown to me before hand. I was still thinking 'out-patient surgery' recover over weekend, back to work on Monday! BAH HA HA . . . yeah, right! I was very glad to be at home. I was loopy on pain killers all week.<br /><br />There was a point during my recovery that I was certain they had left a very sharp instrument inside me when this very sharp pain stabbed me from inside my right-lower rib cage. I was really worried. It happened on a day that I was being brave, or stupid, and didn't take my pain killers on their regular schedule. Silly me! Apparently it was normal and I wasn't dying and there were no instruments sown up inside me. It was just the effects of my insides getting back to normal after the trauma they endured.<br /><br />Now I'm back to the daily grind of my office work. I'm still a little sore around the incisions, but I'm healing quickly. I'm eagerly looking forward to the 3 week mark when I can return to exercise. I'll be starting from square 1 once again!Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-43928504800525569672010-06-22T23:22:00.000-07:002010-06-23T00:36:29.652-07:00Laparouse Bay Hike from a bad phone camera!<div style="text-align: center;">Saturday we were wondering what we wanted to do for the day.<br />On the one hand, we need to do laundry, clean house and possibly pull some weeds.<br />The car could use a good vacuuming . . .<br /><br />Or there's the beach!<br /><br />Well? What would you choose?<br />That's what I thought, the beach it was!<br /><br />I had a friend post on Facebook that she would be at La Perouse Bay. Even though I didn't know the name of this place, it was a spot I had been wanting to check out.<br /><br />On the south side of Maui, if you head East, you will pass Kihei, Wailea and Makena. You'll pass Big Beach, and keep going . . . drive until you literally cannot drive any further. Drive until you reach a big field of rocks, otherwise known as a lava flow. It's here that you will find a small parking lot. Careful not to puncture a tire!<br /><br />We saw our friend's car in the parking lot. We thought we might be in luck. Hopefully we could find her. The plan was to find a small little hidden beach to relax and possibly get a little snorkeling in.<br /><br />From the parking lot it's kind of difficult to even see that there is a trail that leads anywhere. In fact, the first few times we drove out there, we didn't know there was a trail. We just thought it was a bunch of lava rocks as far as the eye could see in that direction.<br />But recently, we went out there with some visitors and noticed the trail. We followed for a short ways, but our visitors weren't up for a good hike. So we didn't go very far.<br /><br />That's why we decided to check it out this time around. We knew there was more to see.<br /><br />So . . . in anticipation of actually finding a beach down this trail, we each had our beach towels, Scott had the one set of snorkel gear he strapped to his back. Camille was carrying her towel and a big bottle of water. And I was the lucky one that got to carry the beach bag with my towel, big bottle of water and a few snacks, bottles of sunscreen, sand, etc.<br /><br />The three of us, decked out with our local style slippahs (flip-flops for you main landers) headed out. My slippahs were kinda thin compared to theirs. At the very beginning of our hike I had stepped on a pointed rock and bruised my foot pretty good. In my head I'm thinking "I hope it's not a small fracture" that's how much it hurt at first. But I could still walk on it.<br /><br />Before long we came to the point where we had been to previously. There is a nice little cave carved out by the waves where the water likes to splash up when the waves crash. Unfortunately, we had forgotten our actual camera, so the very few pictures in this post were taken with my phone. Not the best quality.<br />Shortly after that is an area where you can actually get into the water to snorkel, but it's still rocky. We didn't see our friend anywhere so we kept walking.<br />Scott had looked online (Google Earth or something) and had thought there was a pretty big beach past the second big outcropping of lava. So I got it into my head that there would be this beautiful sandy beach hidden just around the next bend.<br /><br />We hiked through some nice shade of Keawe trees where we saw<br />some black goats roaming around.<br />I know, weird right? (see bottom photo below)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaeSV2t50evsOOrzL67SLEzxlDgu-j8EjQuhBPaYUHl8zreeglU2sReFzjY_bSednWdbAjJyFT2kBM_pog2X8Nmeqoc6xsbdVM2lK92TJ_cgIg-HNzK_PY_RbqiHBYW3FBefk87eM0JC7O/s1600/rockyroad.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaeSV2t50evsOOrzL67SLEzxlDgu-j8EjQuhBPaYUHl8zreeglU2sReFzjY_bSednWdbAjJyFT2kBM_pog2X8Nmeqoc6xsbdVM2lK92TJ_cgIg-HNzK_PY_RbqiHBYW3FBefk87eM0JC7O/s320/rockyroad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485854817955244578" border="0" /></a><br />We eventually passed the nice shade trees and was left with just rocks. (see above photo!) We actually passed a few locals that had driven there trucks out here. You would definitely need to have a high clearance and probably 4-wheel drive to make it on this trail/road.<br /><br />The only thing I could think of these locals was what they must be thinking of these stupid "haoles" trying to hike this trail in "slippahs"! In fact one of them (whom we passed at least 3 times because he stopped and chatted with the other locals that had driven 2 or 3 times), once he finally stopped and parked his truck said, "You need tennis shoes, these rocks are gnarly!"<br />I just agreed and kept on going.<br />I hate looking like a dumb tourist, but I really fit the bill this time around!<br />I bet they had a good chuckle about me later!<br /><br />By now my feet are seriously bruised and sore from having too little cushion and support to traverse such harsh conditions. Not to mention, I'm really tired of carrying this beach bag. I was lagging behind because I had to be very careful where I stepped. Just look at this picture below of my "hiking shoes"! You can get an idea of the harsh rocks we were walking on for what I think is close to 3 miles!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0C6WaHOHz7XbZ8i4srEB_B9vw6k94o1Ic8o6RcCoH2S9IgYb_vMspCtgCStVs4NDCGTTLOMvgMBeJqAJWimHveiEfMNZB6TLfOd5BsuyxsEZPCIgjq1hs0wzk1V16sqymJLayTYizRe6s/s1600/Slippah+hiking+shoes.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0C6WaHOHz7XbZ8i4srEB_B9vw6k94o1Ic8o6RcCoH2S9IgYb_vMspCtgCStVs4NDCGTTLOMvgMBeJqAJWimHveiEfMNZB6TLfOd5BsuyxsEZPCIgjq1hs0wzk1V16sqymJLayTYizRe6s/s320/Slippah+hiking+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485851197088927138" border="0" /></a>We actually hiked all the way to the light beacon at the end of the trail (well Scott and Camille went all the way, I stayed back about a hundred yards because my feet were hurting so much). Now we had to hike ALL THE WAY BACK! OI!<br /><br />Thankfully, the hike back didn't seem as long. Once we got back to the only sandy entrance to the water, gladly stripped down to our swimming suits and got in.<br />This little spot of beach was about as big as a small bedroom. We couldn't go too far in the water because of more rocks and coral in the way. Not to mention the water had become rough and there was quite an undertow because of the way the rocks were.<br />We were happy to at least get wet up to our waste. It felt really good on the feet!<br />Scott played a little in the waves, but like I said, not much room to do anything exciting.<br /><br />By this time it had been at least an hour of walking on extreme rocky roughness in inadequate shoes and we were very hungry for lunch!<br /><br />We headed back to the car and out to lunch. We drove straight to Cheeseburger Island Style!<br />(nom, nom,nom,nom)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX0JQMSRAcPs5VCDyfB8oSoqYdn6R0esmlmBS5cm6xg9rJBNie1AKiHO6YKdpYWlQwC_IdscNo6-joxXODcwcQ-jMBobv3WE_xYUyP-sLpoIo0YqknVr8AOJKsHqgsbbjTDS_vaLgRsfEO/s1600/Goat+on+the+beach.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX0JQMSRAcPs5VCDyfB8oSoqYdn6R0esmlmBS5cm6xg9rJBNie1AKiHO6YKdpYWlQwC_IdscNo6-joxXODcwcQ-jMBobv3WE_xYUyP-sLpoIo0YqknVr8AOJKsHqgsbbjTDS_vaLgRsfEO/s320/Goat+on+the+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485850956306297698" border="0" /></a>Can you see the goat in the picture above, right next to the water? We saw quite a few goats wandering around. They were all black goats.<br /><br />We never did find our friend. She said they had left around 11 am. She got in some good snorkeling. We didn't!<br /><br />Even though I thoroughly bruised my feet, was totally embarrassed at what the locals were thinking of us, and didn't really get the relaxing beach time I was hoping for nor any snorkeling, I'm still very happy we did this hike. We had a good time.<br />Serious nap time was needed when we got home!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX0JQMSRAcPs5VCDyfB8oSoqYdn6R0esmlmBS5cm6xg9rJBNie1AKiHO6YKdpYWlQwC_IdscNo6-joxXODcwcQ-jMBobv3WE_xYUyP-sLpoIo0YqknVr8AOJKsHqgsbbjTDS_vaLgRsfEO/s1600/Goat+on+the+beach.jpg"><br /></a>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-15033912662527518162010-06-16T12:11:00.000-07:002010-06-16T13:14:28.218-07:00I'm a quilter . . . of the Hawaiian variety!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-uJHCltT45g4Urtqgk1-lwmvSm4bmqoti3tLlxN4CsJ7osKJvkbapbWbLu2SduRRUrLizz1O5ilRp8vFeHtJ1_SW2eVsI2IYONxixMWZfuE_o2k7jbnuTr0LGgJN58VyVR5KliAFotTO/s1600/prplehawaiianquilt.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483464842446977090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-uJHCltT45g4Urtqgk1-lwmvSm4bmqoti3tLlxN4CsJ7osKJvkbapbWbLu2SduRRUrLizz1O5ilRp8vFeHtJ1_SW2eVsI2IYONxixMWZfuE_o2k7jbnuTr0LGgJN58VyVR5KliAFotTO/s320/prplehawaiianquilt.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(image from Google, no I did not do this quilt~I wish!)</span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I consider myself an avid quilter. I've completed a handful of pieced-block quilts and even hand quilted a few of them. I have several quilting projects in the works at this very moment. However, when we moved here to Hawaii, I vowed that I would never attempt a Hawaiian Quilt. Are you kidding me? Have you seen the rows upon rows of quilting that fill the entire quilt? Not to mention that they are very intricate patterns that are 'appliqued'. I'm capable of applique, I just choose to not do it (more hand stitching!).<br /><br /><br /><br />Well . . .<br /><br /><br /><br />At church we have interest groups that get together for various things . . . cooking, baking, book groups and of course quilting. When I heard that they were going to teach traditional Hawaiian quilting . . . I JUMPED AT THE CHANCE! What? Why would I pass up the opportunity to learn from actual Hawaiian quilters? I'd be crazy to pass it up.<br /><br /><br /><br />I know I said I'd NEVER do a Hawaiian Quilt . . . what do I know?<br /><br /><br /><br />This is my block below. It's the "coconut" pattern. I'd never seen the "coconut" pattern before, and I LOVE me some coconuts! I bought my kit at the Polynesian Cultural Center on one of our visits to Oahu just before our quilting get-together. I'm pretty sure I'm the teacher's pet! ;-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483462087709728338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw68XC3mp5wufFtaQh0zzJTi90cKmBN3ePVaC_wsqqUiVLjMDqpEoVOXE50p4hjmeIXIC_MWDxlv010BTIX79RNltS074QBPW-b2vfH7MDD5Ek-OJwqzbXtLlq_CrpRpBjKz72bIPH3OBR/s320/hawaiianquiltblock.bmp" /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(my block is about 18x18 inches)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>The woman that is teaching us is "Auntie Kuhiki". She's missing most of her teeth, but I adore her. She's a sweet heart and a crack up! And she's been working on her Hawaiian quilt for about 35 YEARS! Ummm . . . yeah~<br /><br /><br /><br />Last night as we were quilting on her big quilt (the one that's been needing to be finished for 35 YEARS), she and her son (who is always sweet enough to help his mama set up her quilt and then sit there while we gab and quilt), were talking about their awesome family reunions. They sounded like so much fun that I decided to adopt myself into their family! I wonder if they'd take me in?<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOTTLvpLD89pbIbhTWIFVIkALMOyaAM7T0XW91OF-hQdK7eQ0fM8Yu2t-D4FFajaaghwJq-4rtVeME-dZXOKLwbox3KeYsAwpmEpl4d0EVV7l1WMTEcVkPishcH_w7p2Ek4GYGjD5iL0s8/s1600/hawaiianquilter.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483458971366550098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOTTLvpLD89pbIbhTWIFVIkALMOyaAM7T0XW91OF-hQdK7eQ0fM8Yu2t-D4FFajaaghwJq-4rtVeME-dZXOKLwbox3KeYsAwpmEpl4d0EVV7l1WMTEcVkPishcH_w7p2Ek4GYGjD5iL0s8/s320/hawaiianquilter.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">(this image is from Google, this is not Auntie Kuhiki) </span><br /></div></div>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-39741404839875737792010-04-22T09:10:00.000-07:002010-04-22T12:42:36.657-07:00If this is heaven, count me in!<div align="center">We had the most wonderful weekend. First of all, I had Friday off - hurray for vacation days! It was nice to sleep in a little, workout when I felt like it and not because the alarm went off at 5:15!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We went to the airport around 11 am, went to the Go/Mokulele counter to check in and were told that we had to go to the Commuter terminal. I had no idea where that was. Luckily Scott did. Unfortunately, it was a long walk in brand new dress shoes - - - BLISTERS!! Ouchiewawa. I totally thought these shoes would be way more comfy for walking around in since they had a lot of room in the toe area. However, when you wear dress shoes with no nylons, then walk all over the airport, well - you get the picture.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But I digress, this is not what this blog post is all about. It's about having the priviledge of being present in the temple and sharing in experiences with dear friends that have become like family to us.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This is the Watson family!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462995421801875090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYLWTLrUjW4mj0A6x5lH7r94745FwfBaQv20AQB1AaTeWuGilzbpj0EmsHp81ENkUQ48b8w3IumUOmMEXHaQyIp5PMcXoVSTqU6UpVzW6FVBD3h2MdCC_QHNUzIBSJbNB9bfk7_zOYOq-/s320/P4160006.JPG" />I <em>adore</em> them!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I first saw the Watsons sitting in front of us at church in the Pukalani Ward. I was mesmorized by their beauty, I thought each one of them was stunning/handsome. But that is not why I adore them. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Each week as I saw them in church, I was in awe of their closeness. There are 8 in their family. They fill up a bench . . . tightly. But rather than spread out, take up part of another bench, they CHOOSE to sit close to each other. They have no problem with being squished together. They didn't push and shove and complain. They were happy and smiling and affectionate. Such a wonderful example of how a family should treat each other. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The boy on the right in the white shirt (below). . . I call him my Continental brother! Yup, he was a flight attendant for Continental Airlines. Once I learned that, I had to share that I, too, had worked for Continental and how much I missed the perks!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We were instant friends.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">On Friday, he went through the temple for the first time. I am so honored that I was able to be there for that joyous occasion. But it gets even better! Their parents had their youngest 4 children sealed to them following that temple session.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Words cannot express the love that was felt in that room!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQ4xhc6RU5wc4K201ktgbLLK2UxM0D8LZ_KRguF0OVtPe3mEW6krLQOZbboQ-D6d6IZOtHLzP8hjrRITQQp3zBNUQZa0HZExANgirQDxqqxx9RXTHgSFkJCB5KZfc6IYCifEpBB3RsGei/s1600/P4160013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463010327178539842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQ4xhc6RU5wc4K201ktgbLLK2UxM0D8LZ_KRguF0OVtPe3mEW6krLQOZbboQ-D6d6IZOtHLzP8hjrRITQQp3zBNUQZa0HZExANgirQDxqqxx9RXTHgSFkJCB5KZfc6IYCifEpBB3RsGei/s320/P4160013.JPG" /></a> And that's not all!</div><div align="center">See these two below? They, too, went through for the first time and were sealed in that same sealing session. They, too, had their 2 children sealed to them. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">They are also part of our Pukalani Ward Ohana!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462996210745783122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLln99ubDF8_IIQnH3n1JaiL6eYEWbEwyWu_HUcL2qQ94yDBrApIbx3fcjNXAOy4-R0FYYbzvKPkkFNG15h6RimLRU-j_dVl0Fnlyjsb9zotaC9AEbALGH29J-rDNnVVULase329CFfgC/s320/P4160011.JPG" /> Here they are with their adorable boys.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmI7lTUA9dwTFSmB1XDbalJELrw7xCsatk9m-rVl1zj_MX6MKS_zfnUfalMBt4qcXCoMKpWL1hIc8AICySrxfxveuFn5IO_psW3Vb7VEaZsq60FDCCBpKjkGorUz7bl_hs37xKPVWNQor/s1600/P4160019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462997660406853586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmI7lTUA9dwTFSmB1XDbalJELrw7xCsatk9m-rVl1zj_MX6MKS_zfnUfalMBt4qcXCoMKpWL1hIc8AICySrxfxveuFn5IO_psW3Vb7VEaZsq60FDCCBpKjkGorUz7bl_hs37xKPVWNQor/s320/P4160019.JPG" /></a><br />This gives you an idea of the true personalities of the 2 cute boys! They are quite active!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirIy0NaIT68BTbU13G69UGvsJmzifUUUsb0PEZLUMWQ10D34XCL_y7uR_WFdCfUJ9wNKMOMFjG-rliEDd-BP2AvVK4GkvVDcFmZB6InIUH0XzOMDMWw9-TWFQvZwdeivdiZTm1JI6V-FC0/s1600/P4160018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462997416839943186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirIy0NaIT68BTbU13G69UGvsJmzifUUUsb0PEZLUMWQ10D34XCL_y7uR_WFdCfUJ9wNKMOMFjG-rliEDd-BP2AvVK4GkvVDcFmZB6InIUH0XzOMDMWw9-TWFQvZwdeivdiZTm1JI6V-FC0/s320/P4160018.JPG" /></a>The Watson children: Jayron and Jesse, (the two older boys), Amber, Ashley, Angie and Jevin.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqLXwRpC_MO43I188V9IQTz47s2iZ8YHJ7ubf4ZqzSRwy33e0EPuLzxrA4zW_djtenPGdAsnNlCsXXsCUJRaT4T5_n05CEOwu5Lrf-YfgzAMeAp_39KJO4WOIkBerWeshvI73MiyXrXhr/s1600/P4160012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462996677658504930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqLXwRpC_MO43I188V9IQTz47s2iZ8YHJ7ubf4ZqzSRwy33e0EPuLzxrA4zW_djtenPGdAsnNlCsXXsCUJRaT4T5_n05CEOwu5Lrf-YfgzAMeAp_39KJO4WOIkBerWeshvI73MiyXrXhr/s320/P4160012.JPG" /></a>The picture below is all of us hanging out in the parking lot of the temple, basking in our love of one another, not wanting the moments to end.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Ei2d6sUuEvr6aRxV4nWQgC5CbfvzaAXlhYIj03cW8D0MqJFz6nxOPI8i8TlenlZ9Pyx8gPx42pV_cGvr8OvjOZyW8d8GWmnQs7V2R62KOvOwaYlUh4eYZC8Pw_GD0k4PZhskKjadlvJS/s1600/P4160009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462995789087060642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Ei2d6sUuEvr6aRxV4nWQgC5CbfvzaAXlhYIj03cW8D0MqJFz6nxOPI8i8TlenlZ9Pyx8gPx42pV_cGvr8OvjOZyW8d8GWmnQs7V2R62KOvOwaYlUh4eYZC8Pw_GD0k4PZhskKjadlvJS/s320/P4160009.JPG" /></a>Afterwards we were treated to a potluck dinner at the Stake Center by friends and family of people that weren't even there. Unbelievably onolicious food! What an amazing weekend!</div><div align="center">If this is what heaven is like . . . Count me in! </div>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-80491353419943274572010-04-07T14:00:00.000-07:002010-04-07T14:17:29.868-07:00Weird Day!Yesterday was a weird day. Not the entire day really, just maybe a few hours of it.
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<br />First, around midday, I noticed that when I typed on my computer, the words were typing in backwards! I went to Google something, and as I typed the word it was happening in backwards order. For example: Maui Acedamy of Performing Arts had to be typed in this order - stra gnimrofrep fo ymadeca iuam! And then it would be in the right order! Or, typing like I normally do would produce that backwards phrase there. I realized it was only online that this was happening because I could type normally on my email for work. I tried closing the internet and reopening it. That didn't work. I had to totally log off the computer and back on. That did the trick . . . so weird, right?
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<br />Then I inhaled a gnat! Right here in my office as I took a breath . . . I was on the phone with someone at the time. Thankfully I didn't choke to horribly. But still I SWALLOWED A BUG!!
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<br />This whole gnat or tiny black flies or whatever the <<em>bleep</em>> they are, is driving me bonkers! Here's the deal, for the past few weeks I've had these annoying little flies. They're about the size of a gnat and look like them too, but it's not a swarm of them like you might walk into during the summer outside. They only come one or two at a time - but CONSTANTLY! I'm not kidding! When I kill one, another is instantly there. Then I kill that one and another is instantly there. Sometimes I can see 2, but usually just one. But the instant I kill one - there's another one. I can't figure out where they're coming from. They aren't in my garbage - besides I've taken that out already. They must be coming through the wonderful louvred windows I have in my office. Not much I can do about that. But seriously? GO AWAY!!
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<br />Shortly after swallowing a bug I went to put hand sanitizer on my hands and the junk squirted straight out and landed on my boob! LOVELY! Thank goodness I'm the only person in my office and that it didn't leave a mark. At least I couldn't really tell if it left a mark - it was kinda out of my line of sight if you get my drift! ;)
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<br />Anywho - I'm hungry now, time for lunch!
<br />Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-40921875729980093812010-03-02T17:55:00.000-08:002010-03-02T18:45:04.737-08:00Sirens at 6 AM!I had big plans for Saturday! I've been working on a Girl Scout event for weeks! Not to mention all the drama (that I won't go into) that surrounded putting on this event. It's a traditional Girl Scout "holiday" if you will, that not only celebrates the birthdays of Lord Baden Powell, founder of the Boy Scout Movement, and his wife Olave, who served as Cheif World Guide (the beginning of the Girl Scout Movement), but also is a day that Girl Guides and Girl Scouts around the globe can think of their 'sisterhood'. I'm referring to the World Association of Girl Guides and Girl Scouts (WAGGGS) that is presently in 145 countries. Way back at the 4th International meeting of WAGGGS they decided it would be good to have a day set aside for this occasion and they chose February 22nd since it's the birthday of Lord and Lady Baden-Powell. Our event was the 27th since that was the following Saturday. For the event, each troop chooses a country and creates a display, prepares a food to share, and has a craft or song or dance to share as well.<br /><br />I was pretty nervous since I'm not fond of being "in charge" of anything really. I'm more of a worker bee - a drone if you will. Tell me what to do and I do it. Putting me in charge of something is a different story altogether. It's definitely out of my comfort zone! Nonetheless - I've risen to the occasion and thought I did a pretty good job. I did help that a lot of the planning was done already, I was just stepping in and continuing where they'd left off (hint at the drama). So by Friday night, after I'd packed my car with the programs, fake passports, paper goods, etc., gone to Costco and picked up the 2 LARGE cakes (they feed 48 people each), 2 veggie platters, boxes of crackers and dips to dip them in, I was feeling pretty good about things and ready to jump up and go on Saturday morning.<br /><br />Thinking I had everything prepared, I tried to relax Friday night. Around 10pm just before going to bed, we flipped to the news (we don't always do this) and saw the horrible news about the devastating earthquake in Chile. Then they mentioned a tsunami 'advisory'. Just so you can have the right visual in your head, the Community Center we were going to hold this event at is in Paia, a coastal town (note the map below). And the Community Center itself is right on Hana Highway - facing the beautiful ocean!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444228286052500530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeeHghutkfAWwz1BVu1A2_B75Rsxo1E-VeJKiHyZFjgyintNfkGJH6INb4yW2zxmx3patML9zYnnpDIYJLM8CKvVY27m-Dm4vcbt0hkSXB9RJjEcUnNyxqfanK5uJfH305fjsVc0Y4SoK7/s320/maui.gif" /><br />So you can imagine what's going through my head right after hearing "tsunami advisory"! I'm thinking, "I don't want to be anywhere near that place." Then of course the thoughts inside my head were all jumbled up, worried thoughts like "should I cancel?", "what will Council want me to do", (visions of a huge wave killing us all) (yikes, get that thought outta there . . .) Well, you get the idea.<br /><br />I didn't sleep too well that night. I was pretty much awake when our alarm started going off at 5:30 am. But it wasn't the usual cheerful Alakai (that's the radio announcer's name). She had another guy with her and they were talking about the tsunami WARNING! That's right people, the advisory was upgraded to a warning! Holy kamoli . . . oh boy. I am definitely cancelling! Thankfully, my Girl Scout guru (that's what I call her), Tricia, from Kauai called me and TOLD me to cancel it. WHEW . . . that took the pressure of 'choosing' to do so off my shoulders. Now all I needed to do was call everyone else. You know, when you're up and awake and the adrenaline is pumping you kinda forget that it's 6 am on a Saturday morning. The first troop leader I called sounded like a man . . . I thought it was her husband (oops, my bad!). Most other people were up already. Apparently some stores opened super early for people, and Costco let the general public in during the early hours that are usually for just business owners. Everyone was trying to stalk up on food, water and toilet paper. You know what? We were PREPARED! Yup, that's right, we didn't have to do anything but glue ourselves to the t.v. We did fill our guest bathtub up with water as a precaution, in case we needed water for flushing toilets or something. But other than that - we could sit back and 'enjoy' if you will, the madness of everyone else running around getting stuck in lines for hours. I don't know about you, but when a wall of impending doom is headed your way, would you want to be stuck in a line somewhere? Me neither!<br /><br />I was told to get a video of the water when it came, but actually, we are too far away to get a good view. We can SEE the ocean, but we couldn't see any difference from our viewpoint. What Scott and I watched for about 6 hours straight was the news that had a camera posted over Hilo Bay, where the first of it would hit. Click the link below to watch what we watched.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MI4NwahF5wI">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MI4NwahF5wI</a>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-49341914935474339082010-02-20T15:24:00.000-08:002010-02-20T17:03:24.907-08:00THAR SHE BLOWS!<div align="center">No, I don't mean a whale! Though I could have . . . it is that time of year and all. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">But this isn't about the largest mammals. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">This is about a "blow hole". </div><br /><br /><div align="center">What is a blow hole you ask? </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Well, its a big tube in the rock that the waves crash up through looking like steam blowing out a smoke stack, finishing with a big splash and sweet little rainbow. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">It's so amazing.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I remember when my older brothers went to Maui to pick pineapples during the summers in their high school years. I remember a story about the blow hole. As the story goes, a boy got too close to it and got sucked down and out to sea. Somehow, very miraculously he survived.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Whether this story is true or not is not known. I believed it when I was a kid. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">For Valentine's weekend we stayed out in Kahana. It is between Ka`anapali and Napili. It was the only thing available! Anyhoo, since we were on that side of the island, we decided to check out this blow hole we'd heard about. According to the "Maui Revealed" book you drive until mile marker 38 and park there. Then hike passed the lighthouse marker (not really a lighthouse, more of a light on a pole, but I don't know what it's really called), and keep going until you find it. It's not that long of a hike really - maybe a mile . . . round trip.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">So we find mile marker 38, park the car and set out. There's really no trail marked. You just see people coming and going and figure, that's what they're there for and go that direction. We had to dodge the dirt bikes that were running around . . .</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Of course we had our best hiking shoes on . . . slippahs!</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Emphasis on SLIP . . . at times.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Once along the shore, the view was incredible.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">See for yourself!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdXsgUWD3vsgq-2CK8GmRU3jm6Kt53Am0bsm0AqhUUSHKnrrGdeVU-Dc6VHLlR3oneQ9e2altBEFmgm7tecuFBePqDlL9wfYs9PQfGs4HymjOCA3zcF5Q22Fb7ClECZwudFX3_GsXCdgh/s1600-h/P2140030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440476702513149426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdXsgUWD3vsgq-2CK8GmRU3jm6Kt53Am0bsm0AqhUUSHKnrrGdeVU-Dc6VHLlR3oneQ9e2altBEFmgm7tecuFBePqDlL9wfYs9PQfGs4HymjOCA3zcF5Q22Fb7ClECZwudFX3_GsXCdgh/s320/P2140030.JPG" /></a> Looking down in reality was a little unnerving . . . the drop was a long, long way down to crashing waves on ROCKS!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjacLtPhv9n0p4URgBmd3X-j3coyT-XSQHvp5JzJ6qIRJWV79fHdAKAuOPCh0opFOt0X5xM5-JHCGcshBtN-arsYzBDgcOikwNKmjx7Z9a0CaHm3_GoH8SAMON8hMft5musB5mHshKfhW52/s1600-h/P2140031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440476695799964850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjacLtPhv9n0p4URgBmd3X-j3coyT-XSQHvp5JzJ6qIRJWV79fHdAKAuOPCh0opFOt0X5xM5-JHCGcshBtN-arsYzBDgcOikwNKmjx7Z9a0CaHm3_GoH8SAMON8hMft5musB5mHshKfhW52/s320/P2140031.JPG" /></a> To get perspective on how far the drop is, look at the cliff wall behind me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCUADnPgG_Bzbg35zkhtNIWdbVA77mP5OmLIkJWTqGAf4XXZ7mqT8Vw1Sdxs5A8NUITIz2JgO458DvhmabFAAkxR7a8HYAwLykBRocV1rvX_5f05vnvfsFpwy2E8WfNz0DzEV8Xv24Ha7/s1600-h/P2140032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440476680850496802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpCUADnPgG_Bzbg35zkhtNIWdbVA77mP5OmLIkJWTqGAf4XXZ7mqT8Vw1Sdxs5A8NUITIz2JgO458DvhmabFAAkxR7a8HYAwLykBRocV1rvX_5f05vnvfsFpwy2E8WfNz0DzEV8Xv24Ha7/s320/P2140032.JPG" /></a> SHAKA!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVsixv4m6eMGRh1BlP_WiyRBNKCP8vV9HG37kpYv6pBss6ZcfzvldMKSTVKl2TEMnVU0RPO57BN1LcFtFX4UjQ8YJqesa4K1N8WoG9It9-IvnajKkCrI34zmw1vka_zk60uknY0dTbyTzx/s1600-h/P2140033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440476066665848418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVsixv4m6eMGRh1BlP_WiyRBNKCP8vV9HG37kpYv6pBss6ZcfzvldMKSTVKl2TEMnVU0RPO57BN1LcFtFX4UjQ8YJqesa4K1N8WoG9It9-IvnajKkCrI34zmw1vka_zk60uknY0dTbyTzx/s320/P2140033.JPG" /></a>This is the path going along the VERY EDGE of that cliff! YIKES!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOWhp8JnlxURugqNwmin0LaT_wHm2dOVqdO2nZOLc3u22narqPUcn5hK6i7et23pzyTl83cOE7bctuzOWO5F04PAZxwJCLuuh-nudDnR1McZZr3EzLGISSjV0KzCuixovnkSLkj_M2qB5w/s1600-h/P2140035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440476059182664194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOWhp8JnlxURugqNwmin0LaT_wHm2dOVqdO2nZOLc3u22narqPUcn5hK6i7et23pzyTl83cOE7bctuzOWO5F04PAZxwJCLuuh-nudDnR1McZZr3EzLGISSjV0KzCuixovnkSLkj_M2qB5w/s320/P2140035.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZkBsCgt9a0WcL92bvtgb18f9R4-1awZx1O_O7SiEosMHBB2OFEhXEK15UwMvOPJEvQDJ_nKuMHFuymBTfu0Gp2v1_eGpVzZLgm9zreHHYQ4DdOMcrdWQ6mw_XMHcnnUoCOD00T6OxDMa/s1600-h/P2140036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440476046041022498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZkBsCgt9a0WcL92bvtgb18f9R4-1awZx1O_O7SiEosMHBB2OFEhXEK15UwMvOPJEvQDJ_nKuMHFuymBTfu0Gp2v1_eGpVzZLgm9zreHHYQ4DdOMcrdWQ6mw_XMHcnnUoCOD00T6OxDMa/s320/P2140036.JPG" /></a> Breathtaking!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6y7qps17uTWme4FAh0q45jvOCT3z6-ue_XBMe5lUkXQNrzYXbiYG_yS0-Gbky_oE5h4FAT2LC7r_VaLXa4yPAa2bP3g1lZgntD9YZr1Zr0lkZEzRnYmIFnRpBhDmi2TDKbh5C9pxi5q4G/s1600-h/P2140037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440476039369578498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6y7qps17uTWme4FAh0q45jvOCT3z6-ue_XBMe5lUkXQNrzYXbiYG_yS0-Gbky_oE5h4FAT2LC7r_VaLXa4yPAa2bP3g1lZgntD9YZr1Zr0lkZEzRnYmIFnRpBhDmi2TDKbh5C9pxi5q4G/s320/P2140037.JPG" /></a> Hike passed what looks like the surface of the moon . . .<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitM1NXhHXAzA3u9SW0Xl69aEEmi5m384sKIqARtedvHFCeXIHG1Upk7K8j92sGxldR-d2Oja7j7J-iAarKtI7Mt6lUM5Oi969fU0nH39Jpm_uTgex-b5LVxSdQVQNT0MfaG-Kw5iTwyCgV/s1600-h/P2140039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440476027300720498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitM1NXhHXAzA3u9SW0Xl69aEEmi5m384sKIqARtedvHFCeXIHG1Upk7K8j92sGxldR-d2Oja7j7J-iAarKtI7Mt6lUM5Oi969fU0nH39Jpm_uTgex-b5LVxSdQVQNT0MfaG-Kw5iTwyCgV/s320/P2140039.JPG" /></a> WAIT . . . is that it?</div><div>Nope.</div><div>Funny thing though - this is a blow hole, just not the one we're looking for.</div><div>This little one scared me. It made this rumble sound that startled me!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOKeP-Hmb_u1hY6WfHweOUj2jG-STbFbUc4Ufbb9_iw6TN9g2acopcMpnI3AacR9MMUfv3rUA0bVxET2HAlFLI2r6Pt0lh_8j9n8xwzyQf1c4qfstqtnWLmvzXv0MipIrbjc44vulyv1l/s1600-h/P2140042.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440474900525721986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOKeP-Hmb_u1hY6WfHweOUj2jG-STbFbUc4Ufbb9_iw6TN9g2acopcMpnI3AacR9MMUfv3rUA0bVxET2HAlFLI2r6Pt0lh_8j9n8xwzyQf1c4qfstqtnWLmvzXv0MipIrbjc44vulyv1l/s320/P2140042.JPG" /></a>a puka (hole)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnk43SIdBBlVkTQrEvRVp79hamJclvLUIh1vb8EugbGUxf6CnL3jE6fK8pEaLv_3VMhEGzZvk-DOvbxiR-_q_qH5ju5UT1CNwNyXqzfdXpjy08Iv_wEYdnwqI5tElPBaSisAX0ZRPG4gsZ/s1600-h/P2140041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440474889938685730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnk43SIdBBlVkTQrEvRVp79hamJclvLUIh1vb8EugbGUxf6CnL3jE6fK8pEaLv_3VMhEGzZvk-DOvbxiR-_q_qH5ju5UT1CNwNyXqzfdXpjy08Iv_wEYdnwqI5tElPBaSisAX0ZRPG4gsZ/s320/P2140041.JPG" /></a> WHOA!</div><br /><br /><div>THAR SHE BLOWS!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQlihMthEXvQvmLySvoX8W22UMIA01w9_kJmIpUGU-JByo7WwKDW7vl5N2AWJAOxQUAL-B4i-p4gOezG-nZXLjiCtjwXLO_wtIuGmLZlwSpX4ASdD_opBGns3dHS7dzarM-O0qRbSxlSU/s1600-h/P2140043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440474882785707122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQlihMthEXvQvmLySvoX8W22UMIA01w9_kJmIpUGU-JByo7WwKDW7vl5N2AWJAOxQUAL-B4i-p4gOezG-nZXLjiCtjwXLO_wtIuGmLZlwSpX4ASdD_opBGns3dHS7dzarM-O0qRbSxlSU/s320/P2140043.JPG" /></a><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxeoWmj6io2_TUWqzSKPX2mwy194PEQh_IwC_iokuqX9N0lxAKuTULKV1KwFRTVrJxYKNKJXnRL_HSZnkMHoA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />It's difficult to capture the BIG splashes with the camera.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>There's no way of knowing whether it will be big or small.</div><br /><br /><div><br />Sometimes, the splash will be as high as the spray seen in this photo below.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440486693570299954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLAAhb7DulaDVHJQCVokEPPE7dp0tb69b6zpaza9Iaorz4A-GGcLlKBAXrT_NpRWBgdzj_ssnfxsFX7PzUbflg7wgVaeQEkSfrpoR1FIVrIyN8_kWMp0rcCd4u6MzY4LygSzJN3td-o-7k/s320/P2140053.JPG" /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2aJWyvuewIxhyLAiZwX-gH7iznXplKmMeUSAT3cEbAaJtTqyknF39kFbY1IgFDIIRGsdfZSYkHxiH_rQOuzl7eUhMfvJII1qw4fR0UaTAzsWpUI3DWlOgOG-e2aSqb2wk41q4MCw_Whqn/s1600-h/P2140057.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440474859924475698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2aJWyvuewIxhyLAiZwX-gH7iznXplKmMeUSAT3cEbAaJtTqyknF39kFbY1IgFDIIRGsdfZSYkHxiH_rQOuzl7eUhMfvJII1qw4fR0UaTAzsWpUI3DWlOgOG-e2aSqb2wk41q4MCw_Whqn/s320/P2140057.JPG" /></a> The hike we took to get here was maybe a quarter to half mile. When we got there, we noticed that a lot of people were coming straight down from a different place that seemed like a shorter hike. So Scott says, "Should we hike back this way or go back the way we came?"</div><div>I reply, "Well, if we go back the way we came, we're certain we go back to where we parked the car. We don't know where this shorter route will take us."</div><div> </div><div></div><div>We decided to take the shorter hike out . . .</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Needless to say - we didn't end up where our car was.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>We ended up having to walk along the road for quite a ways before we got back to where we had parked. All the while Scott's grumbling because it's hot, we're sweaty, we look like TOURISTS! Oh the horror!</div><div></div><div>I say, "Just admit that I was right! If we had gone back the way we came, we wouldn't be doing this right now."</div><div></div><div>He says, "You didn't say you <em>wanted </em>to go back that way, you were just making a statement."</div><div><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Whatever!</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div>We finally made it back to our car, tired, hot and thirsty! Not to mention, our gas light came on on the way out there . . . it was at least 10 miles back to the nearst gas station!</div><div></div><div>Don't worry - we made it back without running out of petro.</div><div> </div><div></div><div>Later that night . . .</div><div></div><div>We decided to watch a friend of our's at the Luau he works for. He let us in for free! </div><div>(not to eat though - bummer)</div><div>He works at the Royal Lahaina Luau as the drummer.</div><div>Don't you love the entrance?</div><div>It's like walking into a native jungle where you don't know if you ARE the meal or not!</div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em></em></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><div><br /></div></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440486706555867922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2g5txlx82B9SPhbphk0bLCdlLp5zzGBMEBied7p9tryHSU1Xdk_FAd4xlWqhKeQCl9kpVp1k1b-2-mr-6o5jMigT9wKzyT-t89Gt2HwGnEEdGZlWyAhKiuooTG0jq6subv9OB15uy_ij/s320/P2140062.JPG" /> At the very end of the video you can get a glimpse of our friend, Kimo.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwcWpx9YRv7uB0ZqoD_llnsRiVIe10Bdp8QghqaEZ2dt0gZmdbjAk8JIUGcnuZ7u-KKQQegGIPZxxAoq5-9tg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-67685047166210837922010-02-16T21:35:00.000-08:002010-02-16T22:23:27.397-08:00The Pacific Cafe (remember them?)Back in my home town of Joseph City, AZ, when I was growing up, there used to be this restaurant called The Pacific Cafe. There have been a lot of good memories from there. Memories of great friends with great food. I wanted to add a photo of the cafe, but even google images didn't bring up anything . . . I guess it was gone before anyone could have posted any photos online (it was back in the day I guess you could say!) One of my favorite memories from there is when my dad worked overtime he would get a "meal ticket" which he always used to get a 'Navajo Taco'. There has never been a better tasting Navajo Taco anywhere! We actually made the Pacific Cafe recipe of Navajo Tacos the other night - pure heaven . . . but I didn't get any photos of that.<br /><br />Anyhoo . . . the other day when I wanted to bake something, I dragged out the recipe from the Pacific Cafe for their donuts/cinnamon rolls. It's a pretty big recipe, so I cut it in half and still had plenty of dough for both donuts AND cinnamon rolls.<br /><br />They were so delicious! However, the donuts were NOT good the next day . . . only good when fresh!<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439083849846464114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_69b6eXkvULjAloE3BRXeFISJoee5J1yqy2OiTnB7ULRPnhUL8Oh1g27B1-VXbXNjPFVNMgb9LOSWpn_OnLfFlaNOZx_X883jVeyxEdj-3K9Ezg1dMme7flBAmqPhyphenhyphenQoPj5jgnhyrLlS/s320/P2070011.JPG" /> <div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhed__QQL_n5l6umJQPOsj75hc6roMHamgCgBGqt2u07QF23mfaoMOlL7d0Z86sT2mAcXzYa6j9zWUW_94d_MU3z41_GPcB5c91wRWdXOSZ9Zuiw6bw8omHRMHVv8P3kFgN6mmpdTcMmXEz/s1600-h/P2070015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439083856228740546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhed__QQL_n5l6umJQPOsj75hc6roMHamgCgBGqt2u07QF23mfaoMOlL7d0Z86sT2mAcXzYa6j9zWUW_94d_MU3z41_GPcB5c91wRWdXOSZ9Zuiw6bw8omHRMHVv8P3kFgN6mmpdTcMmXEz/s320/P2070015.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439083866410775362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7K90CxgZ-vlZ3aLP5q1wTLOuZh00ptoN5QYN0UUQr6IKZHXmz9gr0X3ES-VJy-1XOrHTkvG5tQElNX0Lu-neq3SVKsQmU-nkvG60lbJq5G5Wck5Fbk-pGzeYms8ZxlbkkfrK0z4dJKhJ/s320/P2070016.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439084740382455266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1KYGQNV8Tk7QB2-RFjYn-jw9aO2W8RgZImOqaM9AYD9Cc4mjD-Qg0gwB6d2xWDXw4f7YYhUKaKVcZVMLhJibjqiWy6jmMGSU7pADxaZ1gY5mWM2mIqaDlD1Reun0GWkZckWmkdhWJlZGN/s320/P2070018.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439084728141266498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBBH1h9C45SSsxCn9bDDCbUYJBYTGJuCN3CCzL2WM7JMOUel3Rl21YrJ2ig9xj_lcZYCVs64ek40l2l222LzIjZoGHp-2EJ0AE0fodzKeVOuLq-7pOBKDfc8lbYe8CPROKltRCsqcXf4E/s320/P2070017.JPG" /> <div>I use dental floss to cut my cinnamon rolls - I think it's really the best way to cut them without squishing them. You can use regular thread if you don't have dental floss.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439084718731147218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5l-wuSGXny6nMlrkBS_Fpy9Rj4WRNm3HVsFJl-LkKCjiVMJ_wXI5werohETk5wBR5qnZ2z3UCCCrbXQqkOq4ghqSj1EcUKKIwl_6FXlatI6WLq9ucrV2XFZhRcJ8TrP8jCSPr316o_Rc/s320/P2070013.JPG" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6pr30iTH4vP5ZBPw0_zqZ9ztVM7GpkLdPe1Wd0ot9sgxFj7bHzClsAr6u1cUGvCa7aESAmA_HcRmU0zavhkrb7wctXI8WNojjnRw5gJ1Ui79imtm9w3SakVCtfFu4g-2G7vP7yrzr7icQ/s1600-h/P2070012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439083835948478466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6pr30iTH4vP5ZBPw0_zqZ9ztVM7GpkLdPe1Wd0ot9sgxFj7bHzClsAr6u1cUGvCa7aESAmA_HcRmU0zavhkrb7wctXI8WNojjnRw5gJ1Ui79imtm9w3SakVCtfFu4g-2G7vP7yrzr7icQ/s320/P2070012.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWdLpzUIJofpm-6Vr2T_2YXFxNGGnDVYUdbHzpDqwDAR4gsUqM0_mArgSsThXZZWXauSZZVb2vmB1qnpvm_wX3D-qmIBp6e_Uzz5Q2Gpnd4QMVnMYz9AJgqYE8_gzjSIa1UdWAj0jaHVO/s1600-h/P2070019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439083825715827570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWdLpzUIJofpm-6Vr2T_2YXFxNGGnDVYUdbHzpDqwDAR4gsUqM0_mArgSsThXZZWXauSZZVb2vmB1qnpvm_wX3D-qmIBp6e_Uzz5Q2Gpnd4QMVnMYz9AJgqYE8_gzjSIa1UdWAj0jaHVO/s320/P2070019.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8smvFQm9B49C9HGgdAEBtrnGw8ys410Gtt_o0ZT9fneyWePBdZf7BJ7Eiki0Y6LTs8bfftnwZuuDF699WVi1JSfZk_e7CaMTYB-6l8KQRI_tqN8jbEawEUjT1W6vB2HRh4e3GVU9Eo_97/s1600-h/P2070020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439082478994168082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8smvFQm9B49C9HGgdAEBtrnGw8ys410Gtt_o0ZT9fneyWePBdZf7BJ7Eiki0Y6LTs8bfftnwZuuDF699WVi1JSfZk_e7CaMTYB-6l8KQRI_tqN8jbEawEUjT1W6vB2HRh4e3GVU9Eo_97/s320/P2070020.JPG" /></a> <div>Don't worry . . . I didn't eat all of these. I always dump my baking left-overs on the Boy Scouts office next door.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-15312776441770931172010-01-31T15:27:00.000-08:002010-01-31T16:59:00.025-08:00The "High Hat"<div align="center">Yesterday I had a little fun in the kitchen!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">You may not know it, but I have this little dream of having my own bakery in partnership with my adorable niece, Jen! We'd have a big focus on cupcakes because our bakery would be called the . . . (maybe I shouldn't post the name in case someone likes it and steals it from me before I make this dream a reality!!!)</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Whew . . . that was a close call!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">ANYWAYS . . .</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I've been trying a few things here and there. My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebook</span> friends know that I made "Chantilly Frosting" recently with great success! It was divine! But the cupcake I made wasn't all that great.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">There's another cupcake I've had my eye on, and wanted to try. It's called the "High Hat"! It gets that name because the frosting on it is about 2 inches high! Now before you think, "That's way too much frosting even for the serious frosting lovers!" It's not 2 inches of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">buttercream</span>. It's way lighter than that . . .</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">And oh so lovely!!!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">So . . . like any great baker or chef would do . . . I got "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">mise</span> en place" (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">pronouced</span> '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">meez</span> ah <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">plahs</span>')! It's french, and it means to get everything in place. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnNnr3_ik4_nh2Mir_7MXHJJCeY1Lj_Ai4LaY1VNzP6OpH5SlDoPkDb4ZT1yxHM2pNX0R05IHQbEwBVINtlynz14gJb2S0LVcADIpTrm_V6A3r7LdJasYQADdM5aGPCTs86f79hrgFTLo/s1600-h/P1300001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433052521524665170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinnNnr3_ik4_nh2Mir_7MXHJJCeY1Lj_Ai4LaY1VNzP6OpH5SlDoPkDb4ZT1yxHM2pNX0R05IHQbEwBVINtlynz14gJb2S0LVcADIpTrm_V6A3r7LdJasYQADdM5aGPCTs86f79hrgFTLo/s320/P1300001.JPG" /></a>The ingredients as you can see are butter, flour, sugar, unsweetened baking chocolate, eggs, sour cream, baking powder, baking soda and salt.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">First I had to melt the chocolate over a simmering pot of water.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Then creamed the butter and sugar . . .</div><br /><br /><div align="center">added the melted chocolate . . .</div><br /><br /><div align="center">combined the dry ingredients, then added it to the mix.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">After beating it until it became a little lighter in color,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I added the eggs one at a time,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">the sour cream,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">and vanilla!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKBAXWQ1iFxL5ZVkrGZJUbSyIonTNXv3iSny_KLh73T1MWeaa4LRBVAF5UIWgCJkRkq5YF_9xzF7EQfBBkk_7gjQylEiSr1VxBx-L9ct17uKpIPmae5sSgfd2CSwE9sTOUodGLpzhP1Iu/s1600-h/P1300002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433052262967922098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKBAXWQ1iFxL5ZVkrGZJUbSyIonTNXv3iSny_KLh73T1MWeaa4LRBVAF5UIWgCJkRkq5YF_9xzF7EQfBBkk_7gjQylEiSr1VxBx-L9ct17uKpIPmae5sSgfd2CSwE9sTOUodGLpzhP1Iu/s320/P1300002.JPG" /></a>The batter alone tasted so light and creamy!</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I know these were going to be some delicious treats!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I lined my cupcakes pans with the paper liners and used my trusty ice cream scoop to put just the right amount in each little cup. <em>I love that ice cream scoop!</em> </div><br /><br /><div align="center">And they baked!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">While they were baking I started working on the frosting.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I don't know how many of you have made the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">frostings</span> that are mostly whipped up egg whites.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I personally didn't realize this was a frosting option!</div><br /><br /><div align="center">But I love it! It's so light and lovely!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">But I digress . . . let me back up a bit.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">So the recipe for the frosting called for egg whites, sugar, water and cream of tartar.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">This has to be whipped while in a bowl over simmering water as well.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Now . . .</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Here's where I veered away from the instructions.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Call me crazy, but in the back of my mind I'm thinking, "this is never going to whip up over HEAT! At least I didn't think so . . .</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">So I decided to pull it off the heat and transfer it to my trusty <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">KitchenAid</span>!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I love my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">KitchenAid</span>!</em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I let the machine do the whipping, that's my trick!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">It whipped up so fluffy and smooth and heavenly!!!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I was oh so pleased with myself!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">It took every ounce of patience I had to wait for the cupcakes to cool off before piping on the frosting. Seriously . . . every ounce! I couldn't wait to pipe on the 2 inches of heavenly clouds!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">But I did wait . . .</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">And <em>voila</em>!<br /></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5CbF-ZS-sWT0Q0MvOqzd_ScpbC4m6pTriSU-0C4otGxbTIMGgyVyefBsWp5jDyo2fGQ9doaYTtXqRDk9yBTqBfXiMy_cKMLc0EZ9c5PYhhv3fiC541vg6VQtM0s0XFV01Qa_xltDPeC7O/s1600-h/P1310003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433051969474547394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5CbF-ZS-sWT0Q0MvOqzd_ScpbC4m6pTriSU-0C4otGxbTIMGgyVyefBsWp5jDyo2fGQ9doaYTtXqRDk9yBTqBfXiMy_cKMLc0EZ9c5PYhhv3fiC541vg6VQtM0s0XFV01Qa_xltDPeC7O/s320/P1310003.JPG" /></a> Aren't they divine!!!</p><br /><br /><p align="center">BUT WAIT!!!</p><br /><br /><p align="center">That's</p><br /><br /><p align="center">not</p><br /><br /><p align="center">all!</p><br /><br /><p align="center">Now comes the fun part!</p><br /><br /><p align="center">I have to melt more chocolate (semi-sweet this time) for. . .</p><br /><br /><p align="center"><em>DIPPING!</em></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3f5i3XivEuQBoMXPMbK3f0N9knPcvqRoRirchAcj3Fe1jED7mgFHHVFvaV3IhLRCcOA2igLPZ7djkbf2AEoEKUkSW3mrlo89IiI83INZEmL1W6FZZFCe6V6w0hiDMFni1eTxNila2boX/s1600-h/P1310006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433051697158587074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3f5i3XivEuQBoMXPMbK3f0N9knPcvqRoRirchAcj3Fe1jED7mgFHHVFvaV3IhLRCcOA2igLPZ7djkbf2AEoEKUkSW3mrlo89IiI83INZEmL1W6FZZFCe6V6w0hiDMFni1eTxNila2boX/s320/P1310006.JPG" /></a>While I was melting chocolate, the cupcakes waited patiently in the fridge.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Once I got the chocolate melted, I had to put it into a smaller bowl so that the chocolate would be 'deep enough' to dip the cupcakes into.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">The first one . . .</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">DISASTROUS!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">My chocolate was too thick and my frosting too soft and fragile.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Now I've seen the video of the infamous Ms. Stewart doing this making it look like it's a cinch! So I know it's possible!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I obviously have to thin my chocolate somehow . . .</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(google: how to thin dipping chocolate!)<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center">It looks like you add oil!<br />So I add and stir . . .</div><br /><br /><div align="center">add some more,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">and more,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">and even more . . .</div><br /><br /><div align="center">until I feel like it just might work!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">So victim #2!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Better . . . but still a flop!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">At least I could dip it without crushing the frosting.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">But as I pulled them out, they were too 'heavy' and couldn't hold up and inevitably slid off into my dipping chocolate.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">So then I'd have to scoop out the frosting and try again.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Third try . . . same thing!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">AAAAUUUURRRGGGHHHH!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">WHAT THE HECK!!!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">There had to be a way to get this blasted chocolate on these cupcakes! </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Sooooo . . .</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">In my cleverness, I decided to put the melted chocolate into my frosting bag and just drizzle it over the cupcakes!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">AHA!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Take that!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozYMvL2Od8-fRJoPA610R6NSQCsnkPFWw0OZkCMPDbv5YAQzZ1Dee1LI-Br1o2ohyphenhyphenCeU0U7corrYMdENg_2wK2kzPoTxgm6bNDeHTqPPWdJv-kOtWTTe7_HE0N6VZazfCnUCHjrHDLmOl/s1600-h/P1310007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433051390066631362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozYMvL2Od8-fRJoPA610R6NSQCsnkPFWw0OZkCMPDbv5YAQzZ1Dee1LI-Br1o2ohyphenhyphenCeU0U7corrYMdENg_2wK2kzPoTxgm6bNDeHTqPPWdJv-kOtWTTe7_HE0N6VZazfCnUCHjrHDLmOl/s320/P1310007.JPG" /></a>They really are as tasty as they look!</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Here's one of the casualties. :(<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqSP2gNPE7hD9VKJwivvZ0KLVKy6fYcOWXzG6_p3b63wsZTBop7ehF5Bhjpj3MPTyCD83RmhDkcGN-PMfZzkeVfLUMFHUgq6RxPHNsy7joj4EK3P7L2f2P44_re-EhYNfObcUnK4OnhCR/s1600-h/P1310009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433051112342096098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqSP2gNPE7hD9VKJwivvZ0KLVKy6fYcOWXzG6_p3b63wsZTBop7ehF5Bhjpj3MPTyCD83RmhDkcGN-PMfZzkeVfLUMFHUgq6RxPHNsy7joj4EK3P7L2f2P44_re-EhYNfObcUnK4OnhCR/s320/P1310009.JPG" /></a> Although mine look delectible and mouth watering . . .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />They were supposed to look like. . .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THIS!<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433065887448748914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYTnRbPsRtQNhYOid6BX6Djp71hPMcWfcYgakd0mCv6bWA1u_c68Q-TmpWT-_t6l2ginb8p-iaetigD9gUGAIKguzrB-5brt2E01ezIrrmbpjAn9rM0zU_8H4_XO44qMJ2sWlBbKyB5aGu/s320/highhatcuppycake.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /></div>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-17683519696995058812010-01-03T15:44:00.000-08:002010-01-03T17:26:18.229-08:00The New "Digs"<span style="font-size:85%;">OK</span> . . . OK . . . <span style="font-size:130%;">OK! Stop pestering me already! Here's a peek at the new place. . . (<em>gosh!)</em></span> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422668776352299906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTsIS4Zp4C0TOkd-QtIjyeCTwIf_0LgrMDpv6K1YgGrGo_mjSvyH3HKYENMJQKZj-KfV70-tA9echp6u_YJBWH7_963EQjZlTcTEvDxLaJQQ_45QC8MCeM2Hp7txpKZ7qe63Tx3sKGKuS/s320/P1020080.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422669133783980786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCTuq38h9XOYtdHtNv3pN5Tm61c8dQeueHF_vmTDS2X2y2hYJODEJneccvYqU7f0c8-TgNarrC-xUK9kNqHJ3m-XGks_IQN4kEjs5yq_sLbT8SQkQpQp0zPSWt6hj8DEKUqAQ-aqauSnCs/s320/P1020082.JPG" />Won't you please come in? . . . . <div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div align="center">Don't trip over the hose . . . Scott's been watering his tropical plants again! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422671022423513298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE8x841eJTiFXqttgPUxy2RDCM54rsU4IDia9wE_oZSHiedqBqn7q08vyh7pu_35zoHihi9jgQN4qApt77GnRRmtv6_lFprQQ_5I9-WD9K0GSGDdPgz5BpXtRhGJ0fWwIcSz6-9LFpbMln/s320/P1020087.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422678594629673186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7SQsHcVcP3ERgwFhOYszzNozjzGnH5sr1XDSKuUWQE7sTZqDulbuOPXIGlTbCjUZ2Q3i6AQ2oqOjPCWwyS30D8NI-HpXRKK0c_rQSt5hGl97Yl3OV_Xb0VxWXyebhjA10PtAcIdGOHiAi/s320/P1020086.JPG" /><span style="font-size:78%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422682995577572242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgb9nB22l66gzzby_clc_yZAUEKeQih2firz5MBj6HF4UsNxkQbaO4t3hsa8tHKbHxPTK39M5umBUK1krIa1qnYJBDj3rw8-moV461ha2hycHHzzQL7nFTlLpn5_CENZIlkJryJfy53gd6/s320/P1020088.JPG" />(sorry about the blurriness in the above photo, the camera focused on the newel post!) </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422684555946062482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFD-L0mLqtgprnQVOsCs70XosAcZwnIbEidUnszMQ5eH8tBnHckoCiLOOz-NLTYrpRwhmNjJ03p4z_nDibc0Z0NeKzyeJ3UmTT31VGASaq_LVHSNbv_DLfxzjQjtDyBBqM8qZkvZjicas7/s320/P1020091.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422673091102110178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuWj7lejI2Vmpr_GTAIgAurHRpAlkCTMukYdPYEKY9-kslrjeaJ8zqrFd-g23TasYJhF8SDjivhZ-JuZNcGrLcksfJUfWslMLnSSWBHX8X53wfkBRHVwX9zQ9P108h4oHtO8aviN6g1uUf/s320/P1020094.JPG" />The Master Suite (above) Hallway (below)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422673425351203218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUfLNR_RsWqVDXL6O6bCNzzFs6VZhaT22LSfKCuPujMs_k7367ZZFfQpgX_Rt5z6dwaOQ7yKDFoKIjyhAc8xa0QSEkfuSM_WK655zPzgJLfGKAxyith4B_pdf7f7dPqwt_i6IfM4_I_lL/s320/P1020093.JPG" /><br /></span>This view is from the front of the house. That's the West Maui Mountains . . . where the Iao Valley is located.<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422672196751567602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL2zaK9CRBGMnR-b98yD1dMh4-9vyipK4DJc8DYyp5iD6Bvt6uHmUDZmceWXHdv3tp-VbPmG7PcSplwX9fzBuf7NbApCaVc_yzGvHm_53c3cEKGprCM_G_UVXV1DaeFd8xzZIo-2RsGdth/s320/P1020100.JPG" /> From the back yard (or from the guest bedroom windows) you have a great view of Kahului Harbor where the cruise ships dock.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422671553518219042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6wIomh0o4VqH9WUU3_GpuMh5rE-B3w6r3PEjqTBHrv9shEnoSPnMGtY_FIIKFrgaOZaeBHiiO1yayfQozjl1O6zxE-1ynf0D8-A5ZuiUS8C8uD_HrEEkkreSFj2iFeSVY8VlYDAoLMGnh/s320/P1020085.JPG" /></div><div><div><div><div><div><div>For the actual floor plan and to get a feel for the layout of the house, go to <a href="http://www.stanfordcarr.com/maunaleo.htm">www.stanfordcarr.com/maunaleo.htm</a>. It's floor plan #5. It's the reverse of that plan, without the optional "Granny Suite" upstairs, and the doorway off the kitchen to the bathroom and Bedroom #4 has been walled off.</div><div> </div><div>Once I do the dishes and straighten the kitchen, I'll post photos of it!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-30419995044092118212009-10-11T12:53:00.000-07:002009-10-11T15:15:02.651-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje14-6xXlLSj3OacZUnWWEQHCClrDM6YHb8sunfsOyr5pdAp9d5LoOrBivoWrkEkr2dMbcbMve5OxYjjP1HlHxVk99EzhQLDbILaVD4GZqt6q_VI6rTRiPtHCUlqZmUfHFRvYLCZbf7z-P/s1600-h/girlscouts.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391433084706474418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje14-6xXlLSj3OacZUnWWEQHCClrDM6YHb8sunfsOyr5pdAp9d5LoOrBivoWrkEkr2dMbcbMve5OxYjjP1HlHxVk99EzhQLDbILaVD4GZqt6q_VI6rTRiPtHCUlqZmUfHFRvYLCZbf7z-P/s320/girlscouts.jpg" /></a> I've never been a girl scout. I hardly even heard about it as a kid. And as I got older I thought to myself that I didn't need Girl Scouts because in our church we pretty much covered everything in our Young Women's organization that the Girl Scouts covered. We had girls camp every year where we passed off all kinds of survival skills and spiritual enlightening exercises. We set goals in 7 "values": faith, divine nature, individual worth, knowledge, choice and accountability, good works and integrity. Those pretty much cover everything in life if you think about it. So I never needed girl scouts! And as a mother, I continued in my belief that my daughter doesn't need to be a girl scout - she has Young Womens at church!<br /><br />Well guess what? I am finally a girl scout! It's true. I have a new job for those of you who didn't know. I work for the Girl Scouts of Hawai'i. And in being hired by the girl scouts, I actually had to become a member. And now I'm forced to admit, that girl scouts is a fantastic program for girls. (not forced like it's in my contract to state this, but forced by my own realization!) And any girl that becomes a girl scout will be a better person for it! The more I learn about girl scouts and all they stand for, I'm more impressed. And I'm saddened when I think of what I missed out on. And what my daughter has missed out on.<br /><br />Here's the Girl Scout promise and law respectively:<br /><br /><strong>The Girl Scout Promise</strong><br /><br />On my honor I will try:<br />To serve God and my country,<br />To help people at all times,<br />And to live by the Girl Scout Law.<br /><br /><strong>The Girl Scout Law</strong><br /><br />I will do my best to be<br />honest and fair,<br />friendly and helpful,<br />considerate and caring,<br />courageous and strong and<br />responsible for what I say and do<br />and to,<br />respect myself and others,<br />respect authority,<br />use resources wisely,<br />make the world a better place, and<br />be a sister to every Girl Scout.<br /><br />Now don't you feel inspired to be a better person just from reading that?<br /><br />I do!Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-23590771851877527852009-08-18T18:36:00.000-07:002009-08-18T19:25:49.964-07:00Home again, home again jiggety-jigIt's good to be back in a routine again. Though I thoroughly enjoyed my time in AZ! I really had fun practically every day I was there. When I first arrived in AZ we spent a few days in the Mesa/Phoenix area. Camille was going to see "Wicked" with the Griffins so we needed to hang around awhile. One of these days we (Sarah, Rae Lynne, Camille and myself) went swimming at my niece, Danika's house in Scottsdale. My sister Tracy was there too - but I don't think she got in the pool (why not - it was blazing hot, you need water!). That evening we went out to dinner with all the Neerings that could make it. It's always fun for HUGE groups of people to go to dinner. We ate at BJ's (I think that's the name of it.) We had really yummy food followed by sinfully delicious dessert. At dinner I got the first glimpse of Brian and Lori's new house! Another day I had lunch with a very dear friend, Kelly Rae Turley, that I haven't seen in over 20 years. I introduced her to the yummy goodness of Rumbi's Island Grill.<br /><br />When they all went to "Wicked" I helped babysit at Jill's house. I played "SlapJack" with my great-nephew Carter. He won. The next day (Saturday) we headed out to Thatcher where Camille will be attending EAC (Eastern Arizona College) for the next 2 years. But before we left we had lunch with my siblings at Souper Salad. My mother wasn't feeling well so she stayed at Jill's. Then I took her directly to Tatcher. We did stop in Globe to get some protien in her. She felt better after that.<br /><br />Once in Thatcher I stayed with my mother. I hadn't seen her house yet, so I did a lot of snooping around. Mostly I needed to check her stash of fabrics to see if there were any quilt-worthy fabrics there. I found a few. So of course we had to purchase more fabrics to go with the few we found to complete a few quilt tops. Now she has more fabrics in her stash . . .<br /><br />My hair has been waiting very patiently to get it's annual cut and color. It's actually longer than annually, but at least I got it done. And I must say, I look fabulous! Thank you Jen! Oh yeah, that's the 1st quilt we made, the one I promised I'd make for Jen. So we got that put together. Then I made 2 other tops while there. What was I thinking?<br /><br />Scott joined me in Thatcher about a week later. His sister's joined us for the 24th of July celebration. They like to search for the spooky stuff. So of course we tried to find the 'glowing headstone'. No luck. Then we checked out a spooky abandoned house (me from the comfort of the truck while the crazies actually looked inside the house!). We took pictures! Then we went back later and realized a door was now open that wasn't when we were there earlier. The next day was the parade. I wanted kettle corn. The kettlecorn makers were S L O W. So by the time I got my beloved kettle corn, the speedy parade was all but done. Dang it! Stupid kettlecorn. We chose not to hit the BBQ, we hit El Charro instead. It was a good thing - the BBQ ran out of food. Sarah and Rae Lynne went home after dinner.<br /><br />Another day Scott, Camille, Katie and myself took a road trip in the jeep. We started out wanting to see the old ranch that Scott's mom was raised on in Bowie, AZ. After steeling a pistachio from a tree we tried to drive to the ranch but the road was blocked off being graded. So we head to Riggs Cemetary. Then on to Far Away Ranch which was owned by some other ancestors of Scott. It's a beautiful little place. Then we were really hungry but couldn't find anything to eat until we got to Bisbee. We ate pizza. We wandered around an antique shop. Then headed up to Tombstone. Tombstone's pretty cool. After a full day of driving around, we headed back to Thatcher.<br /><br />One day my brother-in-law John used his connections to get us passage to the Telescope on top of Mt. Graham! Not many people get to do that. It was a great day. Most of my family was there. The telescopes were truly amazing and awe-inspiring. A few people 'tossed their cookies' going up and coming down the mountain. We wanted to get peaches at the orchard on the way down but they were closed. We got roasted green chilis instead.<br /><br />Scott wanted to spend a little time with his family before leaving to come back home. So Camille, Katie and I went with him. We took the opportunity to help Brian and Lori move into their big new house. We had a good time helping them unpack and get organized. There just wasn't enough time in our days to get everything in we wanted to.<br /><br />Scott gave Camille a father's blessing before he headed back. She's a lucky girl to have such an amazing father!<br /><br />Sarah and Rae Lynne brought us all back to Thatcher for my last week or so. This time we got to go out to Indian Hot Springs. THAT WAS FUN! But we really need to go back and spend a full day there. We went at dusk and though it was more spooky at that time - we wanted daylight to snoop around. Sarah and Rae Lynne found a new "happy place"! They went home the next morning.<br /><br />The rest of my time was spent trying to finish the quilt tops I started. I finished just in time to head back to Mesa before I flew back home.<br /><br />I stayed one night with my brother (sorry Russ for the lack of notice!). Then my sister, Tracy scooped me up. We spent the day doing a little shopping with Dalene. Lunch at Cafe Rio. Then a quick and tearless goodbye to my girl as she headed off with her Auntie Dalene to come back to Thatcher. Tracy and I headed over to my friend Kelly Rae's house for another visit. Kelly didn't have any of her pictures or photos on her walls - not sure how we got on the subject, but we did. I told her to bring them out. So we brought them all out and hung them all up before the evening was over. It may seem silly, but it was great fun to help her get her pictures on the walls and make her home feel more like a home!<br /><br />The next day I flew home!Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-9046112512548288092009-07-07T14:02:00.000-07:002009-07-08T10:22:29.306-07:00Red, White & Blue with Cowboys, Hippies & Freaks!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(I tried to add the video of the Hippies and Freaks and a little cowboy hula action and the bagpipes - but the stupid videos didn't post! So sorry you have to miss that.)</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Who doesn't love the 4th of July? Ok, besides the rest of the world <em>outside</em> the United States! It's just one of those holidays that's full of fun, friends and family. And don't forget a parade! </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(cue music) </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>"I . . . luvaparaaaaade" . . .</em></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Soooooo, we wake up on the 4th of July and hurry to eat breakfast and wake "sleeping beauty" to get out the door because they're going to close the street and we need to get close enough so the walk won't kill us and to find a good enough "seat" (though we stood the whole time). I think we did OK!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">The parade took place in our neighboring town of Makawao <span style="font-size:78%;">(isn't that fun to say?)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> And Makawao is known as the cowboy town. WHAT?, you didn't know there were cowboys in Hawaii? Well, there are! And so our parade made me feel right at home with all the horses and cowboys. You'll see!</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Enjoy the photos!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Some of the shops that were decked out for the 4th.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdlmtfb5pV2BjGS8xbdEnGZh66IJiT9TBwd0g5WH2m0JwfzihVcmpmksJXuZNawsNeR6zuA1_3xeoo8Fxg6HnIb4lI3frItNy6jx6bDP6ZWyy7lWfaVUl3QMd-i4FI6An3hs0_S5nWQWuJ/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355846508444402418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdlmtfb5pV2BjGS8xbdEnGZh66IJiT9TBwd0g5WH2m0JwfzihVcmpmksJXuZNawsNeR6zuA1_3xeoo8Fxg6HnIb4lI3frItNy6jx6bDP6ZWyy7lWfaVUl3QMd-i4FI6An3hs0_S5nWQWuJ/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+008.JPG" /></a>Now some, or maybe most parades start with a police car or fire engine . . . Not us! We started with a WOODY! I thought it was very fitting in Hawaii.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-T0hYdmPO3lRxX68QHExCf8b_wwSGGEJyjAZMACT1Z1XDd71bmPohZAFCKVojwcWDp0XngXZU6DYTkBfUHB3Jd2yIKCVxviUtTRJjwYnUpiVXKykbi9cO7wlLXNPHVJ26QCETnkAEP_lk/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355846300735348962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-T0hYdmPO3lRxX68QHExCf8b_wwSGGEJyjAZMACT1Z1XDd71bmPohZAFCKVojwcWDp0XngXZU6DYTkBfUHB3Jd2yIKCVxviUtTRJjwYnUpiVXKykbi9cO7wlLXNPHVJ26QCETnkAEP_lk/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+009.JPG" /></a>The beginning of the parade was a big processional of classic cars. I just added a few of my faves. Such as the one below was a fave because of how cute it is and I love the color!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYyTCdvrq_f7Z5yTr0hMhE1zX12HNj5ioRCeb5Vr2qSWmfic1IuYkcuD1vYtUSOLdVjDRnYAIVWNdFTirH0Wqg49p7G20vEDOgDG3IKLMDJeTKQeTNb4NfFv428l4oM435E1PKwmPktfVj/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355846104211004562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYyTCdvrq_f7Z5yTr0hMhE1zX12HNj5ioRCeb5Vr2qSWmfic1IuYkcuD1vYtUSOLdVjDRnYAIVWNdFTirH0Wqg49p7G20vEDOgDG3IKLMDJeTKQeTNb4NfFv428l4oM435E1PKwmPktfVj/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+011.JPG" /></a>Scott's dad used to have a corvette like this only I think it was blue. And a sailboat to boot! . . . Then he had a family - need I say more?<br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRWkTwAWOBrG-cnbz_JoRzJX0RAWIazS1IkOlvevbCfCbS2M50m2Hc68xe3q_kmClsc9GobMHr3N5ABtWINF4Im8AHx_hBEW_XIOha4YcW9KDiOwy4r1QqZ22OoL7Bbj8vjeGh5YPy0l-e/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355845885809488882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRWkTwAWOBrG-cnbz_JoRzJX0RAWIazS1IkOlvevbCfCbS2M50m2Hc68xe3q_kmClsc9GobMHr3N5ABtWINF4Im8AHx_hBEW_XIOha4YcW9KDiOwy4r1QqZ22OoL7Bbj8vjeGh5YPy0l-e/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+012.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">"General Lee", the Dolorian from "Back to the Future", "Herbie"</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivqmnCNMdFaiACTPJ3ywjRCY-hTvdjSpQHPtDS1XHUJNKEGiEJHLqHhunL-d8szTzLtk5XN5riCw_y5sYAFQYhAF7Wyhg7VxAkYtBp8EDVMmn6-LoMoYItASN4y1AlPL-hHM5WWoZN0z3/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355845651762473858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivqmnCNMdFaiACTPJ3ywjRCY-hTvdjSpQHPtDS1XHUJNKEGiEJHLqHhunL-d8szTzLtk5XN5riCw_y5sYAFQYhAF7Wyhg7VxAkYtBp8EDVMmn6-LoMoYItASN4y1AlPL-hHM5WWoZN0z3/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+013.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSfZSpGeWUpk5XiED5Y1wveZlfbUSeWAjcXcNO7ZGwMMNgjVpnOSLLVxgrBxGdOZituGFkEM8raFdQYsWbkivP1o44W6BpKSSMfqnCP46hlxF5UJPMHcwiGjRE1HHB5FfwA2EBP_6lIbpT/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355845406068636498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSfZSpGeWUpk5XiED5Y1wveZlfbUSeWAjcXcNO7ZGwMMNgjVpnOSLLVxgrBxGdOZituGFkEM8raFdQYsWbkivP1o44W6BpKSSMfqnCP46hlxF5UJPMHcwiGjRE1HHB5FfwA2EBP_6lIbpT/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+014.JPG" /></a>This is our neighbor/landlord in his classic truck pulling his restored Criss Craft boat!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV69G8rKERcnN3W_zI4O_wLI6zDQpi8EkqvfxZp4m_5-B5EEynNRDXK1zY1YetGpHSJe8pHFe2lBW3aEKG2Y6i3nMfHRphYWc-r-DrPPKSdZVfHAYECU5wa2SrVAb1KjLv010pYa1bkB9F/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355844897216538802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV69G8rKERcnN3W_zI4O_wLI6zDQpi8EkqvfxZp4m_5-B5EEynNRDXK1zY1YetGpHSJe8pHFe2lBW3aEKG2Y6i3nMfHRphYWc-r-DrPPKSdZVfHAYECU5wa2SrVAb1KjLv010pYa1bkB9F/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+020.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Our little neighbor "Buddy"!<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4d11S69D7DIK52wNwVusNuXpHynEhO8NYH_D2UqKSLZ4f4HJQlhrMMJkm_sn1CXJzzJi-PWiUDvopRtd5VgIOl6KHi-9e9qVrWDwUVSvS8ggGmasGCze1S1Zd6alcPGDZmEZQG_Y9aKo/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355844630700965426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4d11S69D7DIK52wNwVusNuXpHynEhO8NYH_D2UqKSLZ4f4HJQlhrMMJkm_sn1CXJzzJi-PWiUDvopRtd5VgIOl6KHi-9e9qVrWDwUVSvS8ggGmasGCze1S1Zd6alcPGDZmEZQG_Y9aKo/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+022.JPG" /></a> A park ranger riding a "Nene" goose.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-MEGaJ7QBeDd9c5rLl6xVvgrA-FhYD4oP95Ko9uHkMy9QUgRmhd_JPGqFUxHk3PtJSLVS13u1DW5ZrYgAQzEmaH_gcAwW8a12YzPQGWr6uJ5Q0U4Gv8NjFwxt0E7fNOf3cJBgYxIM9dW/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355844353620872994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-MEGaJ7QBeDd9c5rLl6xVvgrA-FhYD4oP95Ko9uHkMy9QUgRmhd_JPGqFUxHk3PtJSLVS13u1DW5ZrYgAQzEmaH_gcAwW8a12YzPQGWr6uJ5Q0U4Gv8NjFwxt0E7fNOf3cJBgYxIM9dW/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+025.JPG" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">I love how this horse was painted, very sparkly stars!</span> </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5zDRNqtgmVmtigNToI770BkWjVJbxcVnZYsmKEcVPqqQFJ8cVH4Sjjj3Qn5USCJIrnJcUvRcmKiDTMl_smuMoXBgQSdEZEC9iUceNXa4PJOrta0nC3AAxdlqz0x1AH_xGbdUvWAWfXQGA/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355831330258217458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5zDRNqtgmVmtigNToI770BkWjVJbxcVnZYsmKEcVPqqQFJ8cVH4Sjjj3Qn5USCJIrnJcUvRcmKiDTMl_smuMoXBgQSdEZEC9iUceNXa4PJOrta0nC3AAxdlqz0x1AH_xGbdUvWAWfXQGA/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+033.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">These are horses of a different color!</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8pE_oU68v0eDv3v-Oa6iR5EVjaryuYC9tytqLH4jZLbILmx7ilmIuFo1DqGsQAHSLH1VQuseVzlyEr8K9eSDDn2BSq_nSzRrrxIbIftY3HzFSqsiGqt7TIF4FlTiPBck52u8TPFycUzxk/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355831000978210898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8pE_oU68v0eDv3v-Oa6iR5EVjaryuYC9tytqLH4jZLbILmx7ilmIuFo1DqGsQAHSLH1VQuseVzlyEr8K9eSDDn2BSq_nSzRrrxIbIftY3HzFSqsiGqt7TIF4FlTiPBck52u8TPFycUzxk/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+036.JPG" /></a> Miss Rodeo Hawaii! Yup, we got one of those too!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKN_ADRk2jwo5MESnF3moCF3bLaqomISbDyUOA5IizXep_1R8HiUO0p_5UBjlHmp2ZjyOyyIXWQX8OPVcmMDcckmZTHhXUCHRYwpkH2z-t4cdpho6x-T0gRR3eRJ4vEzdGiSv_cCBwyFDd/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355830694703069074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKN_ADRk2jwo5MESnF3moCF3bLaqomISbDyUOA5IizXep_1R8HiUO0p_5UBjlHmp2ZjyOyyIXWQX8OPVcmMDcckmZTHhXUCHRYwpkH2z-t4cdpho6x-T0gRR3eRJ4vEzdGiSv_cCBwyFDd/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+038.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">Sombreros! y caballeros . . .Aye chihuahua!</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-mZc6FPTMW7D_XJK8HdD5dwt1ApU_lB8hiD42x1cFyTRaSxSzpTKZBUY9GO-zexzr30mJdxBsW2wkRh5QgLpxZ7SDaySVMNCKzLS8-6iy4vqqrIlP9pnGFbtsHUiYfF0Q1QE5AX80n2c/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+056.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355829993590051554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-mZc6FPTMW7D_XJK8HdD5dwt1ApU_lB8hiD42x1cFyTRaSxSzpTKZBUY9GO-zexzr30mJdxBsW2wkRh5QgLpxZ7SDaySVMNCKzLS8-6iy4vqqrIlP9pnGFbtsHUiYfF0Q1QE5AX80n2c/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+056.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">We even had the Shriners in their cute little cars!</span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41Rfl65OsRqXz8VUMay8CTIrclzOltMy6BjETDfkli5xUt2fGX5w9Lf6H63pHQoT3p1NGZJRa1elCLQoY-WM9jcO4g-Wc_f6FK8rH-vFgmM-hhCTe9dZ20SLhrGy5e9bOp6PfVjTzeS7a/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+067.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355828393267084050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41Rfl65OsRqXz8VUMay8CTIrclzOltMy6BjETDfkli5xUt2fGX5w9Lf6H63pHQoT3p1NGZJRa1elCLQoY-WM9jcO4g-Wc_f6FK8rH-vFgmM-hhCTe9dZ20SLhrGy5e9bOp6PfVjTzeS7a/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+067.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Check out the pedi on that bull!</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO4zQDMd01nawwQVTleKFMVYHUC0RJgtO_JWXQvcqapxJHTsYo-CAIOGSMvtOLy0_-TP0OcNEIOjvAASea4n3kF3MQ3Pq7Jmh2XHVnDzngaAEenZZCAsvXzB_6_CQd7voJq7aohjLTZRP8/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355827894909311410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO4zQDMd01nawwQVTleKFMVYHUC0RJgtO_JWXQvcqapxJHTsYo-CAIOGSMvtOLy0_-TP0OcNEIOjvAASea4n3kF3MQ3Pq7Jmh2XHVnDzngaAEenZZCAsvXzB_6_CQd7voJq7aohjLTZRP8/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+070.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div>And to cap off the parade . . .<br /></div><div><div>a gecko!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0qonzxAtxtqpkAqrFdYb2lTv5RVyM4i318Ni-OgsemnRjLNBVDe384UUBOrjHa7yIS71-MjnhAkVI88Z8ET_5dbip4_foa0xCBsPvgn-VAgH-qpqslqBnLxkA3WT3dVCz_2T44oh5IR1/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355827358329891346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0qonzxAtxtqpkAqrFdYb2lTv5RVyM4i318Ni-OgsemnRjLNBVDe384UUBOrjHa7yIS71-MjnhAkVI88Z8ET_5dbip4_foa0xCBsPvgn-VAgH-qpqslqBnLxkA3WT3dVCz_2T44oh5IR1/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+080.JPG" /></a>It didn't take us too long to get out of the town away from the chaos. We decided to watch Transformers! It was awesome!!! Optimus Prime is on MY team.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then we had lunch in the mall food court . . . sorry, but we were starving!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then we watched some waves crash at Ma'alaea Harbor. We needed to kill some time until the drawing for the surfboard that Scott really wanted! But alas, it wasn't in the stars for poor Scott. No surfboard! Sorry honey!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So we headed home to follow the unwritten rule that's been around since 1776! That rule is that <em>something must be grilled on the 4th of July! </em>So we did what most red-blooded, true-blue Americans do and threw some burgers on the grill along with some corn on the cob! It doesn't get much better than that!</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVyCCfWnjECBC_JGmbXYvCOYDaUvWJS9d71rKwN9sVU3_MAmlyUM0lO-7pnZjBixO5yU9Ck7APGqQp7Wd5YjwcpwAMY_quwC8nTD5djrOO3d3xRz-nfj47bqHb6X3maFWgK1YsmrN2IKb/s1600-h/4th+of+July-Makawao+081.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355827117301565442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVyCCfWnjECBC_JGmbXYvCOYDaUvWJS9d71rKwN9sVU3_MAmlyUM0lO-7pnZjBixO5yU9Ck7APGqQp7Wd5YjwcpwAMY_quwC8nTD5djrOO3d3xRz-nfj47bqHb6X3maFWgK1YsmrN2IKb/s320/4th+of+July-Makawao+081.JPG" /></a> Back on New Year's Eve at midnight, we just had to step out our front door for a pretty good fireworks display. The air was so thick with smoke you could hardly breathe. As they might say here, it was "choke with smoke". EVERYBODY was shootin' off fireworks! So we figured we'd have a great show for the 4th as well. I mean, c'mon! The 4th of July is THE fireworks holiday! And we didn't want to drive all the way over to Lahaina for an actual fireworks show - it would be way too crowded, and with one road in and out - fugeddaboutit!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So we started watching a movie to pass some time . . . oh sure there were firecrackers here and there. We even paused the movie to go outside and look for some fireworks . . . .</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>NOTHIN'!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?</span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(note to self: Next year when you see the big boxes of fireworks . . . buy several boxes so you can put on your own stinkin' fireworks display!)</span></em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-75259584082413425292009-06-23T19:39:00.001-07:002009-06-23T21:07:15.474-07:00The Grand-Ma-Ma Comes to Town!<div align="center">This is a very, very, VERY long post - mostly photos, of Grandma's visit. First we are just standing around waiting for her to get off of the plane. Of course she was in the very, very back, near the lavatory. So we waited a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">loooong</span> time.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuBJOVEXI0cFG20gmoASSYH5EtAg9mzJS2NnL06kGQ6-Dmcp8OiShs6B3HLJm7bwU7TKgVBGlCc1DLfKNeaFler8I6mcTKy1-JHf7966e6WW9ap05c5fse73VQxGHiGTFQMIz0xyGyjPY/s1600-h/P6010005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350731014462757858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuBJOVEXI0cFG20gmoASSYH5EtAg9mzJS2NnL06kGQ6-Dmcp8OiShs6B3HLJm7bwU7TKgVBGlCc1DLfKNeaFler8I6mcTKy1-JHf7966e6WW9ap05c5fse73VQxGHiGTFQMIz0xyGyjPY/s320/P6010005.JPG" border="0" /></a>Finally! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Aloooooooohaaaa</span>!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GjYlt7x8fYArrZoe7vR2FD6R4aJTCU9NhlVlrFvos5nSY1flg_eJjyrkwBYgPCsbaMF7R7XTYmcA2QVMXn8wxTjh-p5uBgdAnrPye24tBk0lg0ifFi9qB2TyZBTztqgpK-4NCrlMPafZ/s1600-h/P6010009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350730668762366914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GjYlt7x8fYArrZoe7vR2FD6R4aJTCU9NhlVlrFvos5nSY1flg_eJjyrkwBYgPCsbaMF7R7XTYmcA2QVMXn8wxTjh-p5uBgdAnrPye24tBk0lg0ifFi9qB2TyZBTztqgpK-4NCrlMPafZ/s320/P6010009.JPG" border="0" /></a>Then we waited for her luggage . . .<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_NFPAYVC2dsMC412xOOzm3dpXlJItxt1OaYe6NSXC129jtPsz9KOA_z0CJvUE7ZHIWfrm9cP8jxVDQt-JXThUuQg6Hc-KVDZIK4Z2frSwBi1VoAsDCyApK_c1uhOm7ia3M_Fmb8VdZeV/s1600-h/P6010010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350730448284237282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_NFPAYVC2dsMC412xOOzm3dpXlJItxt1OaYe6NSXC129jtPsz9KOA_z0CJvUE7ZHIWfrm9cP8jxVDQt-JXThUuQg6Hc-KVDZIK4Z2frSwBi1VoAsDCyApK_c1uhOm7ia3M_Fmb8VdZeV/s320/P6010010.JPG" border="0" /></a>And we always like to take our guests straight to a beach. We decided to take mom to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ho'okipa</span> where you look over the cliff at the surfers below. She seemed to think it was just amazing!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w8Jj4CmCjk_O9zaz2t13OPH1_XWZZQWweEgPoEyRThy5dvnZ8TOYiLHOOIMXmqg6FSXtBwa7hNCqqRDvVqolWQGCzkwImthTPnmqH73E69-iO7AXv4mpxIMH_mzbu-Je_ug86iO7Z-TR/s1600-h/P6010012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350730173045014146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w8Jj4CmCjk_O9zaz2t13OPH1_XWZZQWweEgPoEyRThy5dvnZ8TOYiLHOOIMXmqg6FSXtBwa7hNCqqRDvVqolWQGCzkwImthTPnmqH73E69-iO7AXv4mpxIMH_mzbu-Je_ug86iO7Z-TR/s320/P6010012.JPG" border="0" /></a>My poor mother had to sit at home alone for several days before we were done with working and whatnot. But we finally were able to take her places and do the touristy thing. First we took her to the beautiful <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pulehu</span> chapel (the first <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LDS</span> chapel built in the Hawaiian islands). Fortunately for us, it's only about 5 miles up the road. And I know I've said it before, but the missionaries get to live in that adorable little cottage in that back there.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdGcwls3eeU7KvqvtcG4AYshn72YrDZN6dVTVY-Epp40LOkz7D6hIdz1kVV9Swafes9WAqL1FcgBQKe8VpeO1NPoHR5gJwKGu48HhnuAL5OsDB5kXb9z7RvkZyDKITjZLDDlU0o_93U82/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350729690679926194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdGcwls3eeU7KvqvtcG4AYshn72YrDZN6dVTVY-Epp40LOkz7D6hIdz1kVV9Swafes9WAqL1FcgBQKe8VpeO1NPoHR5gJwKGu48HhnuAL5OsDB5kXb9z7RvkZyDKITjZLDDlU0o_93U82/s320/Mom's+visit+012.JPG" border="0" /></a>Inside the chapel . . . the acoustics in here are so amazing for singing, so of course we started to sing "Come Thou Fount". My mother's memory is sketchy on so many things, but she knew the words to the hymn. It was wonderful!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-LgSB9-lEy2t3TCPnFrqk6Gm-pVOA0HCpOtdy05R2-L2JcznaEjWLbGiH1fIuXdkyOAZV16q22tDYu5vpj4yCjdjIYl0Cz5cSDeqoSe_qLl4Qq63lmr_JaSZceQw_E7yZdcfn94l0mm7/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350729216084004642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-LgSB9-lEy2t3TCPnFrqk6Gm-pVOA0HCpOtdy05R2-L2JcznaEjWLbGiH1fIuXdkyOAZV16q22tDYu5vpj4yCjdjIYl0Cz5cSDeqoSe_qLl4Qq63lmr_JaSZceQw_E7yZdcfn94l0mm7/s320/Mom's+visit+013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObH8deP4oAJx0zaNy9fPlSGvumT5bb2IouXEdIw86J2oA6C2KKidW2pLOTXoAvan2j1N-mrt5eHGMD8q-kNzpqEXqEQLk358qfV1F0mkmBWVyqyW1b4oPEIsJLqhU4mhVpH-jitNu9rNA/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350729021000360866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObH8deP4oAJx0zaNy9fPlSGvumT5bb2IouXEdIw86J2oA6C2KKidW2pLOTXoAvan2j1N-mrt5eHGMD8q-kNzpqEXqEQLk358qfV1F0mkmBWVyqyW1b4oPEIsJLqhU4mhVpH-jitNu9rNA/s320/Mom's+visit+016.JPG" border="0" /></a> We found mom a little hut in case she felt like staying long term! (This is in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Iao</span> Valley).<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZyJzjk8GDY7bnkgVu1kX0WFlDN7ioBiLEOdIoQ7xF1nCkv6WRLCagGcNh3AN-4P-NAlBfRwAzlSXdVJyOgw8652xkMIqP0TCvEDLLTJ9f2FPz8vI4Pzm19hW57Zp-e8zGtnqlvoOd1GJ/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350728755463799554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZyJzjk8GDY7bnkgVu1kX0WFlDN7ioBiLEOdIoQ7xF1nCkv6WRLCagGcNh3AN-4P-NAlBfRwAzlSXdVJyOgw8652xkMIqP0TCvEDLLTJ9f2FPz8vI4Pzm19hW57Zp-e8zGtnqlvoOd1GJ/s320/Mom's+visit+017.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mom below the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Iao</span> Needle.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOscBVLpmDj82lFWsurnXgDe8GQlGslYqY6rmVRUQgTIOa8d1gcGXTLDMV5yqjN8S7iW2QL_Y8FPOIdD5zDQyc0MUAaBNSgvZZ5qoNo8W-FW4WUaciWry-pmQUrMndzm2NaM5Txf3Hvgm6/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350728502939015938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOscBVLpmDj82lFWsurnXgDe8GQlGslYqY6rmVRUQgTIOa8d1gcGXTLDMV5yqjN8S7iW2QL_Y8FPOIdD5zDQyc0MUAaBNSgvZZ5qoNo8W-FW4WUaciWry-pmQUrMndzm2NaM5Txf3Hvgm6/s320/Mom's+visit+018.JPG" border="0" /></a> This photo was taken at "The Plantation".<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bdtVy6Yj84f0acgSYKincWHW5Nl6-XA_qCXEDlBO7N6HWw-TPMll9WPJ99GpbMJpSmGIZ4zkfLD1klMBa5N17W-6ufnB_Jh8FeGm176rQvMhH5tQKUBausAtxstS91wEM8f08rF7fbax/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350728267420857362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bdtVy6Yj84f0acgSYKincWHW5Nl6-XA_qCXEDlBO7N6HWw-TPMll9WPJ99GpbMJpSmGIZ4zkfLD1klMBa5N17W-6ufnB_Jh8FeGm176rQvMhH5tQKUBausAtxstS91wEM8f08rF7fbax/s320/Mom's+visit+020.JPG" border="0" /></a> A little beach time! Unfortunately, the one day that I talked her into donning her swimsuit and spending the day at the beach, I didn't take the camera. Oh how I wish I could have caught the moment she was plastered by a wave! Good thing I was there to keep her standing!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4bp0r3-_z4lqWCHFcUep1lM-txYAlBw_YldSwEPUc4yGr_ZiokCZnbRWy139ICyUnZYuYq8jW1Pw1aY3kJc6LGL6MAF9JH-f168JLXbbJfvHnVYz43xMCLdBMtzTc6gP6MyPwv-h9IEY/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350727961474943586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4bp0r3-_z4lqWCHFcUep1lM-txYAlBw_YldSwEPUc4yGr_ZiokCZnbRWy139ICyUnZYuYq8jW1Pw1aY3kJc6LGL6MAF9JH-f168JLXbbJfvHnVYz43xMCLdBMtzTc6gP6MyPwv-h9IEY/s320/Mom's+visit+021.JPG" border="0" /></a> The next 6 photos are at the Lavender Farm in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Kula</span>. Very lovely place to visit. While there we enjoyed Lavender lemonade and Lavender brownies! Yummy!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82lu6xYpCUJl4uBBFQ_nrYN-ahiopzUVZgEzLXRRUIF5EzneoIYZqZ6TAOD1EB0NqA1XXO7f-VsuV40CyqUASy4paejuNJK3aHhJgMHCKo2C3rpWpAqn_5SctkVoXO-39s7BG539z0LA-/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350727666523821394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82lu6xYpCUJl4uBBFQ_nrYN-ahiopzUVZgEzLXRRUIF5EzneoIYZqZ6TAOD1EB0NqA1XXO7f-VsuV40CyqUASy4paejuNJK3aHhJgMHCKo2C3rpWpAqn_5SctkVoXO-39s7BG539z0LA-/s320/Mom's+visit+022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrtEVRJYaaaZxKHM62MFcM2xcB3N9tJMzIczJZRKn3f9jIU1tiIN80tQ4Uz8LKbeB9ccWUSRcc1fB2WzT1opkYljy2ESpU38dlXYdzcMi-86b37Q14FBkHosUEbwlXaozACRg38V-Q5OC9/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350727330886928354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrtEVRJYaaaZxKHM62MFcM2xcB3N9tJMzIczJZRKn3f9jIU1tiIN80tQ4Uz8LKbeB9ccWUSRcc1fB2WzT1opkYljy2ESpU38dlXYdzcMi-86b37Q14FBkHosUEbwlXaozACRg38V-Q5OC9/s320/Mom's+visit+026.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_1QscSiz3wD1s-cFCOH0TlWOiBevsB8owq7xF6wMMIagN42KwOOy9Q9LvAduoxKJnFrMOBteBJdplXf5KuHUGdCyF_FJHQuzAXjtH658C_pDMXi_s9jHRXKNzktt7EwH_ciDCNiG-JuO/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350726974001042418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_1QscSiz3wD1s-cFCOH0TlWOiBevsB8owq7xF6wMMIagN42KwOOy9Q9LvAduoxKJnFrMOBteBJdplXf5KuHUGdCyF_FJHQuzAXjtH658C_pDMXi_s9jHRXKNzktt7EwH_ciDCNiG-JuO/s320/Mom's+visit+028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwGQLGp46Q2IJuaYcofnvR6RDWBWT3eK9uSARGDIR6Kyh_o83l7wO16RaQ4iHJU_GtzFpEkdNELd_t_4vOwvfIMxXGuxJ-XTy6uiQEYKqLGNzDrqw-XbARhB4VSjNV5XhZTzDIK9ipee1/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350726677095454114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwGQLGp46Q2IJuaYcofnvR6RDWBWT3eK9uSARGDIR6Kyh_o83l7wO16RaQ4iHJU_GtzFpEkdNELd_t_4vOwvfIMxXGuxJ-XTy6uiQEYKqLGNzDrqw-XbARhB4VSjNV5XhZTzDIK9ipee1/s320/Mom's+visit+031.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqD2IgJ97NgNPim7MN3kM3sRSjjM0QxiyILN6Ir2gQlMaIU5l3tHPW81NBZ7GWFLOUtksFnKVB346Ny_ioV4Ht4x26ZCj3w79gtMyOcnbu9HfTvAzlP65DxT2Xwbo9nR3Y87xjHtl3Vb2b/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350726461894210002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqD2IgJ97NgNPim7MN3kM3sRSjjM0QxiyILN6Ir2gQlMaIU5l3tHPW81NBZ7GWFLOUtksFnKVB346Ny_ioV4Ht4x26ZCj3w79gtMyOcnbu9HfTvAzlP65DxT2Xwbo9nR3Y87xjHtl3Vb2b/s320/Mom's+visit+029.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ckplicSrcBZUapnfQwqKgTvE2iBNeFZ-Abrs-_z4Q20nuarmw-zNaOSbyhIMNSOuL1gqzXhxoDqDXfsoPhHdkSTCCFbLUGFAgr-yIzdrI-JClaxRN80ugVhg_-LcZdYRokhbkMrZg1PP/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350726125174114866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ckplicSrcBZUapnfQwqKgTvE2iBNeFZ-Abrs-_z4Q20nuarmw-zNaOSbyhIMNSOuL1gqzXhxoDqDXfsoPhHdkSTCCFbLUGFAgr-yIzdrI-JClaxRN80ugVhg_-LcZdYRokhbkMrZg1PP/s320/Mom's+visit+035.JPG" border="0" /></a>We decided to spend a weekend in Hana in a cottage overlooking Hana Bay. Before settling into our cottage we grabbed some lunch at Hana Ranch Restaurant. These trees were outside. Those are orchids growing in the trees.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZq7DPJl2rNFzMJZLcOp71cTOyu3xzaA9v9cFCKnNl11MJOv-b6F_ZfsmD1MAsfbYtpl4jJYM0xXbeaWeqKLIJ-UVMuzxivGPCM9dq8N4xsWaX52ns-d4h4DC7EM8xnr9dnwIZpH8fTAvv/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350725764391943426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZq7DPJl2rNFzMJZLcOp71cTOyu3xzaA9v9cFCKnNl11MJOv-b6F_ZfsmD1MAsfbYtpl4jJYM0xXbeaWeqKLIJ-UVMuzxivGPCM9dq8N4xsWaX52ns-d4h4DC7EM8xnr9dnwIZpH8fTAvv/s320/Mom's+visit+039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTG-lpCcKG8j8d5uxxkWFEYS0KHN4l5Pw1KoPGHPnWS14M4U8L9V9pL23DvfTWN6Y-99t_2D2AeLMrC9LNabxq7JTCN_Fdqn0dcekvuNgitxlaRacVbpyooy9hIU2aolrw9H0CDLicRBAy/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350725157538100546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTG-lpCcKG8j8d5uxxkWFEYS0KHN4l5Pw1KoPGHPnWS14M4U8L9V9pL23DvfTWN6Y-99t_2D2AeLMrC9LNabxq7JTCN_Fdqn0dcekvuNgitxlaRacVbpyooy9hIU2aolrw9H0CDLicRBAy/s320/Mom's+visit+043.JPG" border="0" /></a> These lava rocks were right in front of our cottage at the edge of the ocean.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTfnSpEh2XNg97od0sHiD-ITpjHrq0jyNBmeyrc2fB5jDpXHSg4h6hYW7UmmNnJNVI4ofOBReNkO4chYqaH-_Lrzw9HrQ185Im7Vz2ngX6Ag7pRnuZDNY3kOR_UR_4kd4TC7hH2t-07DN/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350724661737708610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTfnSpEh2XNg97od0sHiD-ITpjHrq0jyNBmeyrc2fB5jDpXHSg4h6hYW7UmmNnJNVI4ofOBReNkO4chYqaH-_Lrzw9HrQ185Im7Vz2ngX6Ag7pRnuZDNY3kOR_UR_4kd4TC7hH2t-07DN/s320/Mom's+visit+049.JPG" border="0" /></a>Scott precariously climbing over to the other rocks - though you can't see it, there's a big gorge he's trying to avoid that goes down to the water. Water that is violently crashing below!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFCw_LJelctxsDdF_CiGbQClQgLXC00FXJweIeyL9_cfjd7f9o381qN3waICDJ1F1EQhwOH2fDnOQPPUCS2S3kLXfuXZuUIuNS8nJBCg0VvFkGh_7oWRReLLmCGaPg4l45t0dEvmKXWC7A/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350724189960516786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFCw_LJelctxsDdF_CiGbQClQgLXC00FXJweIeyL9_cfjd7f9o381qN3waICDJ1F1EQhwOH2fDnOQPPUCS2S3kLXfuXZuUIuNS8nJBCg0VvFkGh_7oWRReLLmCGaPg4l45t0dEvmKXWC7A/s320/Mom's+visit+056.JPG" border="0" /></a> View of one side of Hana Bay (taken from out on the lava rocks).<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8qQr1jWKtGRWYgCoR5kbbd36d96E_xPQwQH3N-ZW4zseQXp-uXpG-eeD9M78-HW5xWIbwn-A9iEp6beEXBttFK63-41rEQv2WWEu3qXn5ImOonR2KGaVCKKYAzEtWSJZz5sDrX_aTHVm/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350722434269800882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8qQr1jWKtGRWYgCoR5kbbd36d96E_xPQwQH3N-ZW4zseQXp-uXpG-eeD9M78-HW5xWIbwn-A9iEp6beEXBttFK63-41rEQv2WWEu3qXn5ImOonR2KGaVCKKYAzEtWSJZz5sDrX_aTHVm/s320/Mom's+visit+059.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is the view from our cute little cottage. The photo was taken from inside through the window. (the other side of Hana bay)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMg5YxESMLj_OrFmLDO1N5b8TNwrrkqIvAx7iHVeCdx3nyDwR2yPiUkRRFNeHs5SvjVfID8ACGSnxRG-itKGRya3Bamljbu23qoU6hZyOk3dSrr8uw_QP-Rz3BY1WcqSOLuXFp_vkaQvnf/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350722083917122482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMg5YxESMLj_OrFmLDO1N5b8TNwrrkqIvAx7iHVeCdx3nyDwR2yPiUkRRFNeHs5SvjVfID8ACGSnxRG-itKGRya3Bamljbu23qoU6hZyOk3dSrr8uw_QP-Rz3BY1WcqSOLuXFp_vkaQvnf/s320/Mom's+visit+064.JPG" border="0" /></a> Watching the sunrise in the morning (east side of the island).<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw8UEtZPYLm9DOZlkj-4BIIwZBLi0KXT689jPOSlFlfAutCWdmCgBgB0iJV8WGWS7E3FjXy0IKr46bCMmhT5LbLUtSRyiAZCqA3vFi6qG1MXn_pksrbd5DI5p-EjkA72BFCZ-ItPnO33Ut/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350721695564264386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw8UEtZPYLm9DOZlkj-4BIIwZBLi0KXT689jPOSlFlfAutCWdmCgBgB0iJV8WGWS7E3FjXy0IKr46bCMmhT5LbLUtSRyiAZCqA3vFi6qG1MXn_pksrbd5DI5p-EjkA72BFCZ-ItPnO33Ut/s320/Mom's+visit+067.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5FufIh3SOXn-0qWBDzz0J66pd_pI8vLPuAWAH2YkvjiROAawK3xaw_R2eiGQBV1HzqTyT8jmOFWN7NDY_35bOpQUEz_1lhftHkLTSS6wSkrfgRhPVF3t_lk0pr7VjYGmf0XpHRwkeqsy/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350721452562859778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5FufIh3SOXn-0qWBDzz0J66pd_pI8vLPuAWAH2YkvjiROAawK3xaw_R2eiGQBV1HzqTyT8jmOFWN7NDY_35bOpQUEz_1lhftHkLTSS6wSkrfgRhPVF3t_lk0pr7VjYGmf0XpHRwkeqsy/s320/Mom's+visit+068.JPG" border="0" /></a>On the way home from Hana we decided to go the long way back around the other direction. Unfortunately, the water was not flowing for the waterfalls. And the cute little market that had the cute little goat, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Munchie</span>" was also closed. But we did stop at this old church where we ended up getting a flat tire punctured by a sharp rock.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAXKk0JzxEYkWVySp8poATlkOpp2EwQ-BUsTwrixO_k_JZKImbBNUaWWdLtKG5-V-mpiWMzrcsd_hH-Ct4nbh1UI8_qIQGp_zsk3_mVxvjjNm08VG6vJ8XrvW7OGDWyB52TfQmL_Jgauo/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350721150752514866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAXKk0JzxEYkWVySp8poATlkOpp2EwQ-BUsTwrixO_k_JZKImbBNUaWWdLtKG5-V-mpiWMzrcsd_hH-Ct4nbh1UI8_qIQGp_zsk3_mVxvjjNm08VG6vJ8XrvW7OGDWyB52TfQmL_Jgauo/s320/Mom's+visit+071.JPG" border="0" /></a>Luckily for us we had a shady spot to wait while Scott slaved away changing the tire!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVBlwjBg8iv3tY2WT4R-1YjGVNpndnvxvGY2u3V8YIH8KkUUw8c5hrWCCcBMWQCh58wEmx57R3vgWWHm6ek52_lwjMWmfW-aMa-0QMArMb5suqK0I7rvaH17WeMZzjhBfqpDaeNxrFfPu/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350720282485291714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVBlwjBg8iv3tY2WT4R-1YjGVNpndnvxvGY2u3V8YIH8KkUUw8c5hrWCCcBMWQCh58wEmx57R3vgWWHm6ek52_lwjMWmfW-aMa-0QMArMb5suqK0I7rvaH17WeMZzjhBfqpDaeNxrFfPu/s320/Mom's+visit+081.JPG" border="0" /></a>The arch on the backside of Maui.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7c9Q75Z6Ie40_jVfQxkcVAuYV-oJySzBXw64Sb-YBoNxwGPxnLHFqLvErIIHON-ytctzgX0jwttqzlFHo3phxfg_H5SxYCSps7RlGiumOKzI27g4mYtyJ51-VZiQHiYCgGZgpKQwdeJP/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350719868339577842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7c9Q75Z6Ie40_jVfQxkcVAuYV-oJySzBXw64Sb-YBoNxwGPxnLHFqLvErIIHON-ytctzgX0jwttqzlFHo3phxfg_H5SxYCSps7RlGiumOKzI27g4mYtyJ51-VZiQHiYCgGZgpKQwdeJP/s320/Mom's+visit+088.JPG" border="0" /></a> When back in civilization we stopped at the beautiful winery. This is a HUGE tree.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaRoO7Bpw3vHD2qOhao8fBguskRORfxpuWBoDG2Bue2LJZvCeLAxRSfnH1wem-T7l43AXUwWCJcE6rm6UE-2LOCL0nMjwDhf8wvhAK3kvjJIHptSddjPvVDQUMBuImdkCOCfuVFXr3eD-/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+089.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350719526340061330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaRoO7Bpw3vHD2qOhao8fBguskRORfxpuWBoDG2Bue2LJZvCeLAxRSfnH1wem-T7l43AXUwWCJcE6rm6UE-2LOCL0nMjwDhf8wvhAK3kvjJIHptSddjPvVDQUMBuImdkCOCfuVFXr3eD-/s320/Mom's+visit+089.JPG" border="0" /></a> A little perspective to show you how big the tree really is. That's my little mama next to it.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4VWSVdyQbm6ZHyWXgOfRvm-rhZeUv_kGvNGjV5m1yLW2rKwTE9F-PSkT3iMd0hFFw6SzS830D5A-9ljk2n6Zb-aggCkAPc0_Ey1dZ1-ANdKzoCnYYflSsjtTwuQkcox2S9Iv9sYqTFhyphenhyphen2/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+090.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350719253926092690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4VWSVdyQbm6ZHyWXgOfRvm-rhZeUv_kGvNGjV5m1yLW2rKwTE9F-PSkT3iMd0hFFw6SzS830D5A-9ljk2n6Zb-aggCkAPc0_Ey1dZ1-ANdKzoCnYYflSsjtTwuQkcox2S9Iv9sYqTFhyphenhyphen2/s320/Mom's+visit+090.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mom admiring these odd looking orchids (at least I think they're orchids).<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43LokPH5WaJ28LEyChAedBC4d2P-pFcHD_7bJfRvNzuaarpIRe5KBHA2y1TNRCybTEHXCVXmOKfXI9XA5YK55Boftihuuv4vEFze3vUk07VWkweE4FOC01vg2LdhVnha7byOO8IkB0OdP/s1600-h/Mom's+visit+092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350718958499221922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43LokPH5WaJ28LEyChAedBC4d2P-pFcHD_7bJfRvNzuaarpIRe5KBHA2y1TNRCybTEHXCVXmOKfXI9XA5YK55Boftihuuv4vEFze3vUk07VWkweE4FOC01vg2LdhVnha7byOO8IkB0OdP/s320/Mom's+visit+092.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div>And that's the end of this post! Whew - told you it was a long one. But at least there were lots of pretty pictures to keep you occupied!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-26077095812374921762009-06-06T18:24:00.000-07:002009-06-06T19:17:15.458-07:00Oh so divine! Oh so fine! Class of 2009!!!! King Kekaulike High SchoolThe long awaited graduation day finally got here! I'm going to let the pictures do all the talking. You can tell how ecstatic she is by the permanently pasted grin on her face!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyohULX06A7TR0zcbw7TKMQFp_KAjZoS_92rTpI7y90EwZdGGv3H1HAXg12cOacpJGXepR6X4Yc0AJBRUFLtUeSz7iful5cCJ7QU-xl5Sccdc3xHu5ZBMSRjFspga5SVOJ1Yo7c755_teX/s1600-h/P6040015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344400414662183106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyohULX06A7TR0zcbw7TKMQFp_KAjZoS_92rTpI7y90EwZdGGv3H1HAXg12cOacpJGXepR6X4Yc0AJBRUFLtUeSz7iful5cCJ7QU-xl5Sccdc3xHu5ZBMSRjFspga5SVOJ1Yo7c755_teX/s320/P6040015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFFXl8Mww9Ld3X1IgsbWutuZ5P0BUbt44YURawKVE3vZEO1IrQKJXtFG5SbyEwnOZ9ayl8Ojr5wkmTVyeHjReNKWE9eaGYFGlrexRjgCg_HhjWYKvBKwORnxTbIYM8g1DSmeyCuDsDSZs/s1600-h/P6040016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344400109119923634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoFFXl8Mww9Ld3X1IgsbWutuZ5P0BUbt44YURawKVE3vZEO1IrQKJXtFG5SbyEwnOZ9ayl8Ojr5wkmTVyeHjReNKWE9eaGYFGlrexRjgCg_HhjWYKvBKwORnxTbIYM8g1DSmeyCuDsDSZs/s320/P6040016.JPG" border="0" /></a>They released 9 doves for the 9 years this school has been around.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_YrZLfbdl5qafHDfazt4Ve9UIakjw78EW2-w1MIHpcKrOHV9y3OFaC7CcXEhc1KdLMNSNCPDOT5tr7wBG-yB9wVNzF8eUuIQV7pU6aEjqX8n5PoAwYbECKJdon-yuBfGKaw7ANLS6CSsl/s1600-h/P6040019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344399726228646002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_YrZLfbdl5qafHDfazt4Ve9UIakjw78EW2-w1MIHpcKrOHV9y3OFaC7CcXEhc1KdLMNSNCPDOT5tr7wBG-yB9wVNzF8eUuIQV7pU6aEjqX8n5PoAwYbECKJdon-yuBfGKaw7ANLS6CSsl/s320/P6040019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcfkA_3-o8HHFePB44oTsjlJLhrxhqIfbh_26eVQPd3bf7yp-ueR9fBW0wzNFETPEEumNvXMWEYTXtbkaUzuwXcK8by3E41F2tYoqWY5sCoNL8ByiB1V3mWC0XliQ7rGEJyeepDCTuK5zN/s1600-h/P6040021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344399479046411298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcfkA_3-o8HHFePB44oTsjlJLhrxhqIfbh_26eVQPd3bf7yp-ueR9fBW0wzNFETPEEumNvXMWEYTXtbkaUzuwXcK8by3E41F2tYoqWY5sCoNL8ByiB1V3mWC0XliQ7rGEJyeepDCTuK5zN/s320/P6040021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZiHEFd4wKp893ifVE7DY7vEoD7HDZ3P1Nv-_7FPx2mppo3HU3ht046u4bevyg50AZ1WLTt2uQPPVW2BrAO8vQqlHqJ-fVK5uk9BC5e-_Di6g6c8K9-u31bMnZr6sIyrR_p9GM-IxyBAk/s1600-h/P6040024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344399008412051538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZiHEFd4wKp893ifVE7DY7vEoD7HDZ3P1Nv-_7FPx2mppo3HU3ht046u4bevyg50AZ1WLTt2uQPPVW2BrAO8vQqlHqJ-fVK5uk9BC5e-_Di6g6c8K9-u31bMnZr6sIyrR_p9GM-IxyBAk/s320/P6040024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLsQ9-mAe8-_Kc0dKseO31VSsUy1q6ETXE2iiaYY3vtbVdDQZhyIqgRNGdhBc5FrjP-c5X2b0Ewxa9XIeJt-onkTt2Lix6lxDwkULZmSDU3bay8unlrbRgFeKnUbpR0BW0lZvLTU8X5SH/s1600-h/P6040026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344398646872759810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLsQ9-mAe8-_Kc0dKseO31VSsUy1q6ETXE2iiaYY3vtbVdDQZhyIqgRNGdhBc5FrjP-c5X2b0Ewxa9XIeJt-onkTt2Lix6lxDwkULZmSDU3bay8unlrbRgFeKnUbpR0BW0lZvLTU8X5SH/s320/P6040026.JPG" border="0" /></a>The chaos begins!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRT5amfau7iaE3Y9bDe7NWpamyhlO-R8rnt_DL2M12PPKB9dG5OH0QnrkIVGdlOE6GHsZ2uYGP_-UOBKb7x_0D0oGIP294bNFWGxpBPWTKP-Pw1TghxKWz2HU-tHSIOZne_77CbPEukaY5/s1600-h/P6040027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344398345594838130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRT5amfau7iaE3Y9bDe7NWpamyhlO-R8rnt_DL2M12PPKB9dG5OH0QnrkIVGdlOE6GHsZ2uYGP_-UOBKb7x_0D0oGIP294bNFWGxpBPWTKP-Pw1TghxKWz2HU-tHSIOZne_77CbPEukaY5/s320/P6040027.JPG" border="0" /></a>We are very proud of our girl! Way to go Camille - you did it!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_OLY0EYy9TpyKzUpPvZWNgZSwc0-3p9fLzMpiupKfjw3L3RC8zDWLxbpupIStYTOQKykAXiyvE6l8dM9ED6qg2pUWo0IzYfy7ly1Vt8IhhMR704j-_1th-ZYVldaWEdivpxNmNwlPJ4g/s1600-h/P6040029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344397905437948722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_OLY0EYy9TpyKzUpPvZWNgZSwc0-3p9fLzMpiupKfjw3L3RC8zDWLxbpupIStYTOQKykAXiyvE6l8dM9ED6qg2pUWo0IzYfy7ly1Vt8IhhMR704j-_1th-ZYVldaWEdivpxNmNwlPJ4g/s320/P6040029.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivaMECl1wIc3vkCt3RPaqhB7OoIQwTSX4chjAxD-j6TOJ7gCRi1Mlk2geP1e5Vmmf5JqaOFmoH52oaeNtqrKNE6EjFuzIoKzW7oo3RX9qGAwdMZD6-9jOjXjIM4nRWIRZHvdGWI42VrWYZ/s1600-h/P6040030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344397510643709410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw2HuXjLf4Go7u6vfAG1Nfkhd9ilrx_fwInlbMb6pe_yFs7_UkkOwW3zyWYu34UzCapoKFQE_MyOn_d9gWiENiOQS0A_NG5tEEYyZ53xMh-B_iZOVTMq3YX33wn9vDrbbp60FHRRL0TSYu/s320/P6050045.JPG" border="0" /></a> I had to take a picture of this - you can barely see his nose! This is John Waikiki, he's in our ward. We were going to give him yet another candy lei and didn't even bother - where could he have possibly put it? I don't think he really knows who we are anyways.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxzq6txsJZTiDfgG10BsbewfwsBQFGer2jGxbgkuyvhyphenhyphenc6YBKp1Y2GbXA_-EJkvbuxZoLAgbPrrRhKQ39Y8P-yspoSJPwXeSZnKSHrtslbMYwmw37B7dfE6OnYbatodeAb_6mB-v2yErGd/s1600-h/P6050046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344393277466910274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxzq6txsJZTiDfgG10BsbewfwsBQFGer2jGxbgkuyvhyphenhyphenc6YBKp1Y2GbXA_-EJkvbuxZoLAgbPrrRhKQ39Y8P-yspoSJPwXeSZnKSHrtslbMYwmw37B7dfE6OnYbatodeAb_6mB-v2yErGd/s320/P6050046.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhN1R2ZykFbJth3SUwESjJ-1FiN42vjaZ2mubtx5Wr6S7NFTEitqCH9uDGw3TYIeAcA_jc0FusyvvPzHomEYpadDgGp3WZm0f1on4OFmGpOapu_ia6kATbgFUr_eGBBp_9_YJttLnvaV2/s1600-h/P6050047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344393049181041458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhN1R2ZykFbJth3SUwESjJ-1FiN42vjaZ2mubtx5Wr6S7NFTEitqCH9uDGw3TYIeAcA_jc0FusyvvPzHomEYpadDgGp3WZm0f1on4OFmGpOapu_ia6kATbgFUr_eGBBp_9_YJttLnvaV2/s320/P6050047.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipYTWZEoE3ATqvcI2qw1IzjMyHfy2x8ymlU5qyJA_IeP3HxrjpsV61K6RIinqPiwhlYO1XPYPX8_koV7O1-uuXWQmZI4TX4W3Y2K0ydkHn9xcxKb8U4fcS8g9AXDiIyiLGHmKZ9KsWKH0I/s1600-h/P6050048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344392723768531474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipYTWZEoE3ATqvcI2qw1IzjMyHfy2x8ymlU5qyJA_IeP3HxrjpsV61K6RIinqPiwhlYO1XPYPX8_koV7O1-uuXWQmZI4TX4W3Y2K0ydkHn9xcxKb8U4fcS8g9AXDiIyiLGHmKZ9KsWKH0I/s320/P6050048.JPG" border="0" /></a> Three generations!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwQpG08JWqmJ0JXs5OfPO1bC2eo8lwppMOwo3U-3Ec0uX1il31100yWeDCwOjrjhm48srDhtIou8Uk4dcbN8Na1xzmu6gorWHdBvudzuGH0XtupjFNXK_RDc2vcSy-RNCVSW2gKstHZYZ/s1600-h/P6050049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344391363443012322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwQpG08JWqmJ0JXs5OfPO1bC2eo8lwppMOwo3U-3Ec0uX1il31100yWeDCwOjrjhm48srDhtIou8Uk4dcbN8Na1xzmu6gorWHdBvudzuGH0XtupjFNXK_RDc2vcSy-RNCVSW2gKstHZYZ/s320/P6050049.JPG" border="0" /></a>After the graduation the graduates piled onto buses that took them to an undisclosed location for the big "GRAD NIGHT". It turned out to be at the Kamehameha Golf Club. They partied and danced all night long. She won a Da Kine back pack. We picked her up at 6 am the next day. She came home and slept all day! <div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-28194373468276926132009-05-31T20:47:00.001-07:002009-06-05T18:13:09.991-07:00Seminary Graduation Maui Style!<div align="center">How is it possible that Camille is old enough to graduate Seminary? I know <em>I</em> haven't aged any soooo . . .<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizj2vo5ADmT2rgCden_0e4nt5p1-g0pqAzfFSM0t0Y9zEcmFIjiciwstGbLPgEZbd5UAitNjqkpjPEROQWX7fK8P4hH84ZZgyB5h1me_RIg0MMkSRfz5YPqLMxxQ9heDBlX3m4hZRmjG4F/s1600-h/graduation+035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342202821521296290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizj2vo5ADmT2rgCden_0e4nt5p1-g0pqAzfFSM0t0Y9zEcmFIjiciwstGbLPgEZbd5UAitNjqkpjPEROQWX7fK8P4hH84ZZgyB5h1me_RIg0MMkSRfz5YPqLMxxQ9heDBlX3m4hZRmjG4F/s320/graduation+035.JPG" border="0" /></a>She must be aging at a faster pace than me! Yeah, that's it!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">"Holy Cow! Look at all my goodies!"</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74QkjxV4q26eEkFMrxGT0RIEJWbTHjGTvis5sUlXjKIJ3Xyl9BGJU5wZymfWBchuPJ50xGzqw5wp5j1mQbRGr6mOuOvJmZ2WQrQGuvh4NHQhMpCVoI6lM8UbgOBfDYte9WTY8eOgUktFM/s1600-h/graduation+036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342202497743389858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74QkjxV4q26eEkFMrxGT0RIEJWbTHjGTvis5sUlXjKIJ3Xyl9BGJU5wZymfWBchuPJ50xGzqw5wp5j1mQbRGr6mOuOvJmZ2WQrQGuvh4NHQhMpCVoI6lM8UbgOBfDYte9WTY8eOgUktFM/s320/graduation+036.JPG" border="0" /></a>The Young Women from the Pukalani Ward (that's our ward) made those beautiful pink leis for Camille and Keeley. They're made of plumeria flowers! I'm so glad they did. I thought Camille would just have the one lei from us! But nooooo - she had MANY leis . . . flower leis, candy leis, crocheted leis . . . *sigh* </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">This is Camille with Keeley </span><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342205756767588018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVVgLXaWthiSvNt5CxpmFYfnXIfjnqebfIwlwETpYYv7l_q4z4ChtPQsle_tUCP9eA6MUq5cwDT2z96rK-FJgr1bHa6EXNSr9e31PnpVLRY-7mi-NBKL0l4aW6p5YkxnDzQk-lq7Gu1UE/s320/graduation+033.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Camille and her good friend Alex (she's in the Makawao Ward)</span><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3AFk9PnetBC55lwpAUkm8M0wjIjwevCjSNiq8HXs7en5NbXz2gnHdVg-3RoF1sevZY9VuIEsALypLRnCPRVd0qvBVkzZkFWs5D2pNnS6QYK4YJ9ggvvqZ7JrQ2lZn7fNrDFDvd4JgveF8/s1600-h/graduation+031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342201939297125362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3AFk9PnetBC55lwpAUkm8M0wjIjwevCjSNiq8HXs7en5NbXz2gnHdVg-3RoF1sevZY9VuIEsALypLRnCPRVd0qvBVkzZkFWs5D2pNnS6QYK4YJ9ggvvqZ7JrQ2lZn7fNrDFDvd4JgveF8/s320/graduation+031.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>These Tongan girls had so many leis that they couldn't put them all on. They were stacked as high as they could go, then draped down their arms! And that beautiful lei with the white, yellow, red and green is a Tongan lei - they are gorgeous and very ornate. When we have Stake Conference they usually have those for our Stake Presidency.<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqcdf7n8fL0UCs0zfSPqFnH7Y1FQ7Q4a_2-wPFDFcL0FFkbbzVopu0IgfusZV7OZiZ7qpG1P9jbi67XykDYUrlMWIo_dW8c6fzRUTa7oln19YFdKTfOi-z1RwJ5gaJ-KTyDpCZB74flxk/s1600-h/graduation+038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342201704480734370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqcdf7n8fL0UCs0zfSPqFnH7Y1FQ7Q4a_2-wPFDFcL0FFkbbzVopu0IgfusZV7OZiZ7qpG1P9jbi67XykDYUrlMWIo_dW8c6fzRUTa7oln19YFdKTfOi-z1RwJ5gaJ-KTyDpCZB74flxk/s320/graduation+038.JPG" border="0" /></a>We are very proud to be her parents! Isn't she beautiful?!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGvownQ84aTMvaYv0NbsLnkSQOzK_6mF56DEix3kaWamBCu8mSInK_KnzBp6-uS8Y4pfCvYNr2qoYxYMQW3YQh36F9_kOfJ4ViVUnFZ0YkdYBFZSDEqxQUHvzC_Tz8QDj-vfpmtO8rB-pN/s1600-h/graduation+039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342201423865062178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGvownQ84aTMvaYv0NbsLnkSQOzK_6mF56DEix3kaWamBCu8mSInK_KnzBp6-uS8Y4pfCvYNr2qoYxYMQW3YQh36F9_kOfJ4ViVUnFZ0YkdYBFZSDEqxQUHvzC_Tz8QDj-vfpmtO8rB-pN/s320/graduation+039.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is Sister Hee, her Seminary teacher. She's also in our ward. We love her! A huge <span style="font-size:180%;">THANK YOU</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> to her for putting up with Camille and the early morning seminary!<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3XStyGym8eJDSClimpod644MrpRFCcK1NXnqHuqWxIq2s_0ypl5t0Q0BUNxH_TGsBZcdTKCoYTkbIK7i-joH8TOa_9VxRf3Wv3KyFomw_lfMZclq3PiqlcZwFpS22xNRLitPon_AYRan/s1600-h/graduation+034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342201153929391794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3XStyGym8eJDSClimpod644MrpRFCcK1NXnqHuqWxIq2s_0ypl5t0Q0BUNxH_TGsBZcdTKCoYTkbIK7i-joH8TOa_9VxRf3Wv3KyFomw_lfMZclq3PiqlcZwFpS22xNRLitPon_AYRan/s320/graduation+034.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div align="center">Now on to the next graduation! THE graduation . . . from King Kekaulike High School!</div></div><br /></div>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-46654273938812621142009-05-11T21:43:00.000-07:002009-05-11T21:56:27.292-07:00Feelin' Groovy!<div>Camille can complain all she wants about the move to Hawaii. But if we hadn't, she would not have been in drama. The drama department at Bingham High School was always too full. And it seemed you needed a drama degree already to make the cut. So we'll just count our blessings and be grateful that she was able to join the drama department here.<br /></div><div>They recently put on a play, "Groovy"! When Camille auditioned, she had her eye on a part from the beginning, the fashion designer from London, Miss Mary Quaint. For a girl who speaks in a British accent for the fun of it - why not? So she whipped out the accent and went for it. Before the teacher had decided on any of the other parts, he had cast her in the part of Miss Mary Quaint! YEA!!! She got the part she wanted. We were very proud. She did a great job!<br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334795679316618994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJJH8Mmrf_vlh6mUeyN37ea303ky-7vhDmXChAf52albI6efeMXhMEpv4nucJiPwT_lbvsOu3i4aWHYbNGvPJD0XogyHjOqoL33GpgWglZXGWjcDDjpA4IfqbrcpY38jecJs4gA6o_38K/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334795917386570050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwJt2UE_dlaUsEOd4jXNjwW55OrDB_utY23BJtELkAy8XvJz2XS17X_N5fWgfDqXv-wC6bM2ghO_ydDTjVrQ-Etc9VvBqA-J-pRD6tqGzVSMl3hwCVEgEJ5JQnPUfwh86yyZz789BaX_r/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334796113711079330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieU0LmwhFdALbKx64zV1lmumPuMCl96sXWjsMTLSHLn2MPFM1kr5QXn-3jAaHi3gUsKkvJS-_Q2a0TmzfEwnEXFA0-7EeOsfPR-ZBquRoTt2qePUien6D9EBgAfXDS9D-A5PxzQw-8PI1y/s320/013.JPG" border="0" />The drama queen!<br /><div></div></div>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-52867754710555904812009-04-29T19:20:00.000-07:002009-04-29T19:52:30.228-07:00New Calling . . .I believe it was President Monson that made the comment, "Besides the Bishop, the Young Men's organization is where we put some of our greatest men." (not really an actual quote because I can't seem to find what I'm looking for - but you get the gist of it) ~~~~ Scott has a new calling . . . Stake Young Mens first counselor! Most family and friends know that Scott has been involved with Young Men for about the past 14 years! He can't seem to get away from it. But in all honesty . . . he's amazing with them. When we lived in Connecticut (when this whole Young Mens journey began) he was called to be a Scout Master. We had a good laugh over it because his father was a scout master. It seemed he was following in his father's footsteps. The scouting program in the Woodbridge, CT ward was in shambles. It was barely a skeleton of a troop that he had to work with. My amazing husband took it and ran with it. From those humble beginnings nearly every single one of those young men earned their Eagle Scout! The Sunday before we moved up to Vermont, they presented Scott with a plaque that said "Scoutmaster, a hero, a friend". There were many tears shed. <br /><br />I missed it! Camille had the chicken pox.<br /><br />In Vermont he served as Young Mens President, scout master, and other various callings in Young Mens. In South Jordan, UT he served again in the Young Mens program. Besides a few short stints in Primary and as the Assistant Ward Clerk, he's always been in Young Mens. I guess the Lord really likes the work he's done so far. So He's raising the bar . . . now it's at the Stake level. I have no doubts that Scott will be an amazing counselor and do an awesome job. He never ceases to amaze me!Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-3698397187665979572009-04-16T20:31:00.000-07:002009-04-16T22:11:03.706-07:00Back on the wagon!<div>It has been brought to my attention that I need to post something before I start getting angry letters. . . oh wait . . . I already did get a letter. Although it wasn't angry - it was just kindly asking that I make a new post. So here you go . . .</div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325498849479014194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqa4Gfk6ptjO7sej4umfvWSnE6VMP6J8RG7NRn465ZDDuzuxGsidZFRgdEOhjT5rpGVoNH3Qjmnpx3f1ThcZnbKGGqJB_da21xD5UDdsdDnFo1ea-UF1dl9iEQp4kR1175iGb-dcO6IqG5/s320/exercisegirl.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>I'm back on the exercise wagon! I fell off a long time ago . . . way back in Utah. Back there I had access to a free gym! And I took advantage of it for a good while. I did a 12-week program by Bob Green. It was called "Bob Green's Total Body Makeover". It's very good if you're looking for a program to follow. I followed it faithfully for the 12 weeks and started to look great. And at the end of the 12 weeks I found myself tired of the same routine and wanting to do something. So I started going for walks. Well . . . walking wasn't enough to keep the same effect happening to my body. And it all slowly . . . No, it all very quickly came back. BLAH!!! And then, (about a year later) we decided to move to Hawaii. During the moving process I felt that it was my duty to eat the extra food we had so we didn't have to move it or give it away. NOT A SMART THING TO DO! Needless to say, I really need to get back into my routine of exercise.</p><p>Soooooooo, I'm starting my Power 90 again. For those of you who don't know what that is, well, it's an exercise dvd that I purchased off the television when we lived in Vermont. It's a 90 day program that really is good. I love it and it gets results. I also have a friend on facebook doing the same thing with me. That helps me stay motivated. Today was my 9th day of exercise. I'm not counting the weekends when I don't exercise. You alternate cardio days with weight lifting days. On the cardio day you do a little power yoga, jumping jacks, kick-boxing, punching and abs. Then of course on weight days you lift weights and do push-ups and squats. It's a very good work out. Unfortunately when we moved I got rid of my 5 lb. weights. So at first I was using soup cans! But then Camille ate the soup . . . So now I use cartons of soy milk! Bet you didn't think soymilk was multi-talented! I will get some real weights someday. But hey, for now, it's all good!</p><p>Ok, so though I love Power 90, it's old news! There's a new and improved version called P90X. I have tons of friends that are doing that one. I'm thinking I'll get myself in better shape with Power 90 then move on to P90X. It gives me something to look forward to, and it gives me something to "move on" to when I'm finished with Power 90. If you want to check it out go to <a href="http://www.beachbody.com/">www.beachbody.com</a>. They have several workout DVDs. I have a few of them. But I didn't even see Power 90 on there anymore. I also own the Slim in 6 and Turbo Jam. But Power 90 (and I'm sure P90X) are the best of them in my opinion.</p><p>So now you know! And now that I've told you all I'll have to stay on track! I'll be more than happy to post "after" photos once I reach my goal.</p>Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512699842290877004.post-24923128987809442142009-03-25T16:38:00.000-07:002009-03-25T18:07:54.545-07:00Time to spread the wings . . .Back when I worked at the airport in Burlington, Vermont I would have to take care of a UNAM (unaccompanied minor) once in awhile. We would have a piece of paper that gathered signatures of people that were responsible for getting the child from one point to another, where they were then handed over to another employee, and yet another signature collected. I could never figure out how parents could actually entrust their precious children to the care of an airline. Don't get me wrong - we did our job well and I don't recall ever losing any children! But that's not my point. I would always think of my own child all alone . . . . flying across the big blue sky. And it always bothered me. I could never bring myself to do it. Even though we had flight benefits and I didn't even have to pay for the fee for having someone guide her from gate to gate and onto the plane. I still couldn't do it. We did send her to her grandparents for summer vacations. But one of us always went with her to make sure she made it ok. Then we'd go and pick her up again.<br /><br />She's been missing her friends very much since we left Utah. This move hit her the hardest. We yanked her out of her happy place at the beginning of her senior year! Who wouldn't be upset? Maybe some day she can look back and be thankful for the move, or look at the good side. Maybe not! Either way - here we are, and it's a very long way from everyone. And quite honestly, I'm truly thankful to have a daughter that doesn't hate us at this point. She's been a trooper! So we promised her that we'd send her back to see her friends once we got settled. Springbreak seemed like the perfect time. I remember taking a road trip with my friend on our senior spring break. It's kind of like a rite of passage. And thank goodness it's not a Cancun style spring break. She's NOT that kind of girl! Whew! <span style="font-size:78%;">*wipe's forehead* </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br />So we bought her a ticket. But the cheapest one had 2 connections on the way there. One in LA with plenty of time to connect and one in San Francisco with only 30 minutes to connect. That 30 minute connection made me nervous. Oh heck, this whole thing made me nervous! I still can't stand the thought of my baby flying by herself! My niece Jill asked me (referring to my baby bird spreading her wings) if it was a jump from the nest or a push. I replied, "I reluctantly let her jump trying not to get her tangled in the apron strings on the way out!" That pretty much summed it up for me. I know I need to let her get out there on her own. I mean, let's face it, she's going to college in 3 months! But I'm being an over-protective mother hen. Or maybe it's just a delayed reaction. I didn't have a problem letting her go to kindergarten. You know how many moms cry when their children go off to school at the age of 5? Not me - nope, I was excited to have a few hours during the day to do whatever I wanted . . . or laundry - whatever! And I've always let her visit her grandparents during the summers. Sometimes for months at a time! But now . . . . knowing that in a few months she's MOVING OUT of my home . . . *sigh* I think I'm having seperation anxiety! So yeah, letting her step on a plane all by her lonesome and make those connections without the mother hen pecking at her to make sure she has everything and dragging her running to make a short connection . . . it was all I could do not to be a dork at the airport dropping her off.<br /><br />We gave her strict instructions to text us when she made her connections and got on the next plane. The texts started coming in around 4am our time. And they kept coming in while she waited during her long 3 hour layover in LA. (Camille's texts * - my texts ^)<br /><br />*we landed and are waiting to get off the plane*<br />^good!^<br />*yeah. I slept horribly*<br />^don't fall asleep until your on the next plane^<br />*I won't*<br />^what did you find to eat?^<br />*Mickey D's*<br />*how long is the flight from SanFran to Utah?*<br />^about 2 hours^<br />*and the one from LA to SanFran is 1 1/2?*<br />^yes^<br />*Ugh, I hate 3 flights*<br />^Yup, it's hard after a redeye^<br />*It's retarded after a redeye*<br />^Did you find your gate?^<br />*Yeah, it said on the thing Sanfrancisco 10:28 71B ontime. United 1167*<br />^how long til you board^<br />*I don't know. Like an hour and half to 2 hours*<br />^what are you doing now?^<br />*sitting and waiting*<br />^I'm listenting to a squeaky bed monkey^ <span style="font-size:85%;">(I must explain our cat has a squeaky sounding purr)</span><br />*What? Oh branford?*<br />^Yup! He's watching a moth and just got really quiet. And now he's off the bed^<br />*Hahaha. Silly kitty.*<br />^Indeed^<br />*Hahaha, oh well*<br />^did you watch any of the shorts on the iPod?^<br />*all of them possible*<br />^are there any shops close by?^<br />*Yeah, why?*<br />^Just curious. You have about an hour to kill^<br />*Yup. I'm just sitting here like I have been for the last 2 hours.*<br />^Ok^<br />*Yup*<br />*Forever long. Time goes by so slowly. Time goes by so slowly. I just saw the coolest belt ever! It was rubber and it had bottle caps, old metal ones, all the way around it and the buckle was like an old car seat buckle you know. slip it in click push the button release?*<br />^Cool. How much?^<br />*30 flippin dollars. >:(*<br />^Bummer^<br />*And there is this way cute scarf that is really really really really soft! I fell in love with it. 17.00 buckeroos though.*<br />^That's not too bad. What color?^<br />*It's plaid. light turqoise, marigold lavender moss green and a little bit of white.*<br />^sounds pretty^<br />*on the plane now :)* - <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(a big sigh of relief - one connection down, one to go)</span></em><br />^yea!^<br />*I'm in the window seat!* <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(she was supposed to have a middle seat. Score!)</span></em><br />^cool^<br />*The old man took my seatbelt and is sitting on his or something! He looks like a grumpy gramps. Uh-oh*<br />^Be very polite and say "excuse me but I think you have my belt"^<br />*ha ha ha. Don't worry. I tugged on what I could see of one of them and he noticed and we switched. It's all good.*<br />^oh good^<br /><em>text to Scott - </em>^she's on the second plane^<br /><br />***********I go back to sleep for awhile************<br /><br />*we landed 30 minutes early!! So I have time to find my next terminal!!*<br />^Wahoo! Prayers really work! Keep me posted.^<br />*Will do!*<br />*I'm at the gate*<br />^Have they boarded yet?^<br />*They haven't started yet.*<br />^Cool beans^<br />*yeah, cool beans*<br />^you're on the home stretch^<br />*Huh?*<br />^Should be smooth sailing from here.^<br />*Oh yeah!*<br />*On the plane.*<br />^WAHOO!!!!^<br />*Yip yip! Kay turning off phone*<br /><br />That's it! She got to SLC and called her dad to tell him she arrived! I had a headache from lack of sleep from texting all morning! Thank goodness for technology! Silly girl still hasn't called ME to say she made it! But I'm ok . . . don't want those aprons strings to trip her as she's running around with friends!Scott, Tauna and Camillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02541717526879837085noreply@blogger.com0