Dang, and they were all spam comments.

The other day I needed a loaf of bread so after my hair appointment, I headed over to Saar’s Marketplace because it’s on my way home.  I walked in and saw that they had peaches on sale for $.98/lbs. Right then I decided I wanted to can more sliced peaches so I bought 11 pounds.  Then I strolled in my favorite section,  the  Asian Foods,  and  there it was,  displayed nicely on the chilled  shelf — Hawaiian Sun drinks.  They were 49 cents each so I bought 6 cans of Strawberry Guava and 6 cans of Lilikoi.  Then I saw Redondo’s Mild Portugese Sausage for $4.11 so I bought 8 of those.  I usually grab a few of the Hot ones but Kamalani says it’s too hot for her, either one works for me.   Then I mosied on down to the freezer section and grabbed 30 cans of frozen Hawaiian Sun juice concentrates in various flavors.  They were on sale for  $1.00 each for the large can.

Oh yeah, and I almost forgot to grab that loaf of bread.  When I got to the register I had over $80.00 worth of food I hadn’t intended on buying before I stepped in there.  I was surprised that I didn’t forget the bread.  I hardly go to Saar’s because their parking is so congested all the time and I usually shop at the commissary.  It’s when I’m running low of Aloha Shoyu or the above mentioned that I’ll shop there.  I went at the best time too, everything was on sale. Oh and no sales tax on food.  woo hoo
Kamalani is too cute, when I asked her what she wanted for breakfast, she said. “I want some Pokagese sausage with shoyu and rice.”

My mumster called today to wish me Happy Holidays.  I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out what holiday I had missed.  I mean I love holidays, not that I’ll get a day off from babysitting Kamalani but I just like to think that it would be nice to have a holiday to celebrate.  After a second or two of serious thinking I drew a total blank.

Then mumster said, “It’s Statehood Day!”  Hmmm, and I should know this?  Apparently my mumster thinks we can only call each other on holidays.  She just cracks me up, that lady.  Anyways, she told me she just wanted to call and talk but she didn’t want to wait until Labor Day so she took this Statehood Day opportunity to call.

She’s kind of disappointed because I didn’t move back home after the Japan tour but I keep trying to explain that we couldn’t afford to live there anymore.  She already told me she doesn’t want to visit us in Washington.  She said she would rather fly to Boston to see my aunty (her sister).  It’s okay though, if I keep talking about our little town, she’ll get niele and will want to see it for herself.  Especially when I start talking about old barns and farms.  She totally loves country living.  She’d fit in perfectly, except she’ll freeze her panties off.  And that’s not necessarily a good thing.

I called my mom yesterday and this is sort of how it went:

mom:Good morning daughter (She has caller ID on her phone)
me: Hi mom
mom: So what’s wrong?
me: Why does something have to be wrong for me to call you.
mom: Ok, um did I miss a holiday or something?
me: (laughing) Not that I know of, did I?
mom: Well, you hardly ever call me so I thought I missed something.
me: Nope mom, you don’t have alzheimers (She likes to use that excuse). I just wanted to tell you that I came across the blankets you sewed for my kids and they’re still in good shape.
mom: I knew you’d take good care of it. You know I made those with my pump machine.
me: Yep, I know and I wrote about it, and about how resourceful you are. I also wrote that I need to get myself a Hope Chest to store the things that are precious to me.
mom: You decided to live in Washington so you’re not getting mine. I would’ve left it to you if you moved back home because I know you’d appreciate it. I guess I’ll just have to go down the line and give it to someone else on the condition that it never leaves Hawaii.
me: You should give it to Jamie (my hanai sister).
mom: I’ll make firewood with it first, she won’t take care of it.
me: Well, umm I just wanted to tell you that I came across the blankets while we were sorting through our stuff and I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate all the work involved in making them. I’ll talk to you later.

I didn’t want to cut the conversation short but I had an appointment and I could tell from the few minutes I was on the phone with her, it was going to be a long talk. heh heh. I love her to death and I always hang up the phone laughing to myself while thinking, “That’s my mom.”

Hubby has cleaned out our garage. We still have a few boxes in there but the bulk of the trash stuff has either been put away or stacked in the donation section. The only things he absolutely will not touch are my linens and my choke boxes of tupperware. Since I had started the day early, I told him it would be a good day for me to sort through the linen so we could get rid of even more boxes.

Throughout our married life, we’ve slowly and steadily upgraded our bed. Not so much in expense as in space. We started off with a double, then we needed a queen and finally in the last several years we’ve graduated to the California King. What does this have to do with anything? Well, the sheets that I have acculumated over the years, that’s what. My hubby’s a packrat, seriously. If it were up to me, all the sheets that don’t fit our bed would be donated. But he has a point when he suggested we keep them for emergencies like if we decide to go camping. The sheets will fit our air mattresses. Believe it or not, I have the first sheet set that we bought for our eldest son when he was only a year old. That thing is almost 28 years old and it’s a complete set. How sick is that? Ok, that was more my fault that we have it because it has sentimental value to me.

So I put away all of the extra sheets and towels. Then I came across a bag that held blankets that my mom made for all of my children. I still have the patch quilt comforter she sewed for my eldest son and it’s still in great shape. These things will never leave my house. I need hubby to build or buy me a hope chest where I can keep all of these keepsakes forever. As I was looking at each item, I thought about how talented my mother is. She didn’t use a pattern, she just cut scrap fabric into strips or squares and used her antique foot pedal sewing machine to put it all together. It doesn’t matter that the colors didn’t always match, she was and still is very resourceful. I don’t care that the blankets don’t look anything like the stuff you buy in stores, these things are priceless to me. I even have a crocheted blanket made with whatever color/size yarn she had around her house. I thought about calling her but by the time I got done putting things away, it was time to start dinner. I need to call her tomorrow for sure, just to say hello and to let her know that I was thinking of her.