Posts tagged vacation

I slept like a rock in my own bed. Squee.

Reminder: talk to doctor (or research online, duh) for temporary solve for restless leg issues while flying BEFORE the next flight. The trip out wasn’t bad but coming back was PAINFUL.

Casey informs me the bunch got Harley Davidson tats in memory of Ed. Dunno why, AFAIK he never had a Harley.

I have gifts for a select few cuz I didn’t have much money to play with. See previous notes on cash flow issues.

I need to find an attractive way to display sand and beach stuff I snagged. Bottle? One of those box frames? Hmmm.

My pictures are up on flickr. Will load up some of Ginnie’s when she gets around to putting them on the computer. Probably as soon as I give it up. I didn’t lug my old camera to Pearl Harbor/Arizona Memorial. You can’t carry any sort of bag or purse and my camera doesn’t have a strap.

The landscapers cleaned up around here while I was gone. No more jungle. Actually, they trimmed back a little too much.

We watched Penelope while on the plane. What the frak was that? Not campy enough to be campy if that’s what they were going for. Catherine O’Hara was going for the camp but everyone else seemed to think it was a more serious romantic comedy. And Reese Witherspoon seriously needs to gain a pound or two.

we’ve gone to Turtle Beach to watch the poor turtles ride the waves onto shore and not getting there. What a horrible existence, to bob in the waves hoping for just the right one to throw you ashore and NOT pull you back out again. Dudes need opposable thumbs . . . opposable flippers? Something to grab with. I supposed they’ve managed hundreds of years as they are. Just seems harder than it needs to be.

And we went swimming at some beach near there that starts with a W. Then back here for showers (sand gets everywhere) and onto Outback Steakhouse.

Today Kela and Max had to go to the base for work stuff so Ginnie and I watched Army guys do PT. Whoopie. Dunno where the hot guys in uniform are, but they ain’t here. Kela had to stay so Max took us up to the North Shore to try and teach Ginnie to boogie-board. We left there around lunchtime so we could hit the swap meet (for gits for friends) but apparently it’s not open until Tomorrow. Tonight we’re going to a Luau.

In my sitting around waiting time I’ve been reading Kela’s copy of Wicked. While I find the story interesting I can’t figure out HOW they made this into a Broadway musical. It’s mostly political and religious discussions.

So, today . . .

Um, after everyone eventually got up this morning we um (did so much today that I can’t remember) oh yeah, stopped on the way to Pearl Harbor at some swap meet. And I looked for a Hawaiian dress everywhere. When I found one I liked, it wouldn’t fit and the ones that would fit me . . . can you picture a mumu? Uh, no.

On to the Pearl Harbor/Arizona memorial and we had a two-hour wait so we wandered over to the NEx to get Ginnie a new shirt after she dumped half a sno-cone down the front of hers.

And I found a dress! But Max had to buy it to get the better price and when I stopped at the ATM outside halfway through the transaction the frakking thing rebooted! Ate my frakking card. Max went to raise shit – which didn’t work being Saturday – and I apparently have to go back on Monday and hopefully I can retreive my card. After that back to the Memorial and that was really nice. By then my feet are trashed and I’m hot and cranky so we headed to Waikiki Internation market where I found a cute dress for Kira. Got back to Max’s (actually Kela’s) car just before the tow-truck.

From there we went further east and stopped at Hanama Bay(?) scenic point and climbed down the rocks to the spraying water. (Many, many pictures will be uploaded when I get home) and then up to Pali lookout. FINALLY back here where I can rest my feetsies.

Tomorrow beach. Tuesday Luau.