4 Men 1 Lady: May 2009

5.29.2009

My dearest sisters,

I have no good excuse except time just simply got away from me this month.

Please forgive me.

With love,

5.19.2009

103 degrees yesterday...

meant it was time for some summer haircuts.

I love these guys. SERIOUSLY. LOVE. THEM.

5.17.2009

We're setting sail for...

7 days, 6 nights, lots of Dramamine, cool temps...CAN'T WAIT!

5.15.2009

Fool me twice...

Apparently I didn't learn my lesson the first time when the toothbrushes ended up in the toilet.

5.11.2009

Mother's Day weekend was memorable to say the least. Saturday about noon the air conditionaire stopped, finito, donezo! Diagnosis..."can't be fixed without an electrician." Time frame..."sometime Monday." Weekend forecast, 100+ degrees. I was thinking, "Sweet! J.W. Marriot, here we come!" (Jake wasn't on my same page). The temperature INSIDE THE HOUSE got up to 92 degrees (taking a picture of the hight temp was obviously an after thought). BTW, Those little hand held squirt bottle fans work suprisingly well.

Also, Saturday...we came home and listened to our voice mail messages on speaker to hear, "Mr. Hinckley, just wanted to let you know that the flower lei you ordered will be arriving on Saturday by Fedex." Mr. Hinckley was mad that his big suprise was ruined. I was delighted at his thoughtfulness. We waited and waited but no flower lei showed up. It did finally show up Monday at noon, wilted, brown, and stinky. Mr. Hinckley was really mad now. Monday at noon was also the same time the a/c got fixed.

Sunday was interesting. Squelching heat wave inside, the spirit of a lei around my neck, no Mother's Day meal (R U Crazy! I'm not turning on the oven with no a/c and 105 degrees outside. Suicide for sure.), hot, grumpy, hungry, sweaty family. Oh, yah, Mother's Day was the best! The Mons saved the day and took pity our pouting family and let us hide out in their nice cool house and fed us a lovely dinner...thanks again guys!

We made it. We's gotz eachodder and some great memoriez and dats all dat matterz! Peace out!

5.10.2009

Happy Mother's Day Mom!

My mom is always harping on me not to get her any gifts on special occasions so this Mother's Day I'm obeying. I will, however, proceed to gush on her in this post to my Followers (all 9 of you...wait 8. My mom is Follower #9) to read and marvel at her greatness.

Sailini, my mom, is the toughest (and hottest) cookie I know. When she was somewhere in her late teens, early 20's she came to the states alone from island of Western Samoa and made a life for herself (I don't think I would even know how to take the subway if I had to). She excels at anything that takes finesse and brute strength. To see her in her prime you would have never guessed that a little 5'2", 95 pounder could smack a golf ball furthern than most men, win several bowling tournaments, crush her opponents on the tennis court, ski moguls like they were peanuts or beat my husband 8 out of 10 pool games.

I have learned a lot from my mom. She taught me how to shake my hips doing Polynesian dancing like nobodies business. She taught me how to make a 5 course meal out of scraps from my pantry. She taught me the importance of being obedient. I also learned not to get on a Samoans bad side...trust me! My favorite Mom lesson; "Never, EVER, touch anything in a public bathroom. If you have to use the commode, SQUAT!"

My mom just has a way of seeing the world in a colorful way. After I graduated high school we went to Hawaii. We stayed in a nice place in Hololulu...adequate...nothing flashy. From our balcony we had the most spectacular view, not of the ocean, but of this gorgeous hotel called the Royal Hawaiian. Did I mention the hotel was bright pink? You couldn't miss it if you tried. Each day we'd walk through the pink hotel. We sat in the pink lobby and watched celebrities walk through. We'd look at the overpriced pink menu (from the lobby) and salivate. We'd lounge around the pink pool and pretend we were staying there. My birthday happen to fall during our vacation so on my b-day morn my mom said, "Get up, get dressed, I'm taking you to the pink-ass hotel for breakfast!" Oh my mom, gotta love her.

Mom, thanks for being so giving, so wonderful with your grandkids, and just so much darn fun. If I could do anything special for you on Mother's Day I'd take you the "Pink-Ass Hotel" for a weekend get-way (or at the very least, one of those $9.00 glasses of guava orange juice).
We love you!

-Me, J, M, and K.