For several months now my hubby has been obsessed with the erection. I’m not even joking. He’s been measuring and re-measuring. He spoke about nothing but the erection. He stressed constantly over it. I offered to help but he gave me an incredulous look, as though I’d be more of a hinderance than anything else. I’m a nice person, so I asked if he’d like me to ask a friend to help him. Being a MAN, he quickly declined. What gives? Well, last week it happened. Finally! Hooray! I won’t have to hear about it again. Hubby’s happy and now he doesn’t toss and turn in his sleep. Hell, we’re ALL sleeping peacefully again.
First and foremost, Happy Easter everyone!
Easter this year was disappointing. For starters, Kamalani’s mother promised to drive a friend 3 hours out to the airport, then 3 hours back home. So she brought Kamalani here lastnight around midnight. I didn’t get to see them yesterday because my (surprise) visiting Aunty wanted to meet them at the tulip field before taking them to the mall for a little bit of shopping. Anyway, they returned from the outting around 4:00 p.m. with plenty of time to boil eggs and decorate them. Did my daughter think of that? Nope.
I didn’t know that she didn’t decorate eggs with Kamalani until late at night, when she told me she was bringing Kamalani over. Kamalani was already asleep by this time. I was fuming. How could her mother not take a few minutes away from the friggen cell phone so she could do something memorable with Kamalani? Well, she told me they’d do it when she got back from the airport which should’ve been around 9 or 10 A.M. Did that happen? If you guessed, “NO” you’re absolutely correct. Instead of rushing into the house and starting a pot of boiling water, she was glued to the phone. First her cell phone, then the house phone. It was sickening to watch.
I had originally planned for us to have a barbecue but seeing as how my daughter was pre-occupied with her friend on the phone, I decided she could spend Easter at her own house so I cancelled the barbecue. I told hubby I’ll be picking Kamalani up later to take her out for Easter dinner. He thinks that would be a great idea.
There is an upside if you can believe it. I bought Kamalani a Disney Princess Easter basket and she also received a basket from our friend (Nana Bernie). Hubby found 4 plastic eggs and did a mini, indoor egg hunt with her. She was satisfied with that.
I need to get ready for my doctor’s appointment. Today, we get rid of . . (more…)
Rows and rows of tulips that are grown about 30 miles from where we live. Every spring they have a tulip festival where visitors can roam the fields and take pictures or purchase flowers for a small fee.
The tulips are so abundant here that they sell it at $10.00 for 3 bunches (about a dozen in each bunch). My mom wanted me to send her some when we lived here before but I never got around to it. I think I’ll see if I can just send her some bulbs so she can plant her own because I don’t know if they’ll keep through the shipping. Besides, all she’ll need to do is remember to toss the bulbs in the freezer for a few weeks each year then replant them and watch them bloom.
Ok, this may sound strange and in fact it is. Saturday night we were invited to our friend’s house for a little pa’ina. Their cousin is leaving for Hawaii tomorrow so they had a little bbq for him. This was the first nights in months that I drank. I din’t get drunk really but we had an enjoyable time. We finally left their house at about 2 a.m.
Anyway, I had this really weird dream that we repeated the entire night where we ended up in bed as we really were. But then I dreamed that I heard a noise in the kitchen and I called out for my oldest son. No one answered so I got out of bed, walked to the kitchen and when I took the corner, there was my prodigal son. He was dressed in his former favorite garb - a white T-shirt and an i’e (pareau, lava-lava, etc.). Anyway, he was leaning against the side of the fridge and he looked really tired. Beside him was a plastic disposable container that usually holds a corsage with a label of a florist on it.
I asked him if they had released him early since (in my dream) it was only May and he’s not due for release until July. He told me that he had to follow the florist delivery guy back to the shop so he could pick up something that someone had ordered for him. Then he said my oldest son was with there too. Then I asked what else happened. He said he left my oldest son in the shop and slipped out so he could come home because he missed us so much.
That’s when I sort of wailed and yelled a few colorful adjectives at him. I could feel my heart just breaking because this would mean that he’d be listed as an escapee. In my dream I told myself that this isn’t really happening. It was just too horrific for it to be real. Then I dreamed that I woke myself up from my dream and hubby was there to reassure me that my son was not in our house.
I think I scared myself so much that I really woke up and I told my hubby about the dream. He didn’t say anything, he hardly ever does. An hour later, I kid you not, my prodigal son calls. He told me he’d been trying to call the previous night but we weren’t home. I told him that I had a dream about him but I didn’t get into the specifics because I didn’t want him to realize how much he misses being at home. He told me he was doing good and also that he’ll be joining the softball team and he quit smoking. I told him I was very proud of him.
Later in the evening I told my hubby about our prodigal son calling. I told him it was kinda weird that I had that dream then find out he had been trying to call me the night before. Was this just a coincidence? A mother’s intuition? ESP? This isn’t the first time this sort of thing happened to me but it still sort of freaks me out just a little.