This is a happy birthday to my favorite White Rasta, Julia.
Julia and I met on a sunny Hawaiian day as she made the ever fateful decision to join First Hawaiian Bank (it is more a cult than a "job" environment).
Ah the joys and not so much fun days that we have experienced (maybe this should be an ode to Nunu?)...as Service Manager Associates. The late nights (ahem...May 29th, 2008? or was it 2007?).
Anyway, you are my favorite White Rasta that looks like a banker...well aside from Michael.
But that's another ode for another day.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Time Passes 2 Quickly!
Somebody told me today that, "They couldn't believe it was already the end of May!"
I concur. I can't believe it is only 4 measly months until the entire family comes home for Pueo and Nicole's wedding! There is so much still to do.
Where to even begin! I think I need a vacation to catch up on the things I need to get done on my vacation!
I remember the days of old when vacations actually meant fun places to visit and a day spent relaxing at the beach. Instead I spend entirely too much time on home projects (and the worst part is that my home doesn't look like I've spent any time doing ANY type of project).
What is a girl to do?
What I need is a little help. My friend Amy suggested I date a Mexican, that way I automatically inherit his entire family to work on the farm.
That's just a little too high of a price tag for my comfort level.
What I need is an act of GOD.
I need it to rain more. I have figured out that the answer to all of my prayers is rain. The more it rains, the greener my yard will look. The more water I will catch in my catchment tank...which means I have more water to do laundry! The rain will also speed up the deterioration process of any garbage left over from construction, which will eliminate me having to take it to the dump. Grass will grow where now there is only dirt. The rain will also be good for my neighbors and their farms and the wild herd of goats will retreat back down the mountain and I won't have to worry about them eating my budding garden.
Rain will answer all my problems!
It is also only two months until my 30th Birthday! I'm trying to organize a big party. My friends, Michael and Julia, live in a barn and have wanted to throw a barn party. We decided (while slightly intoxicated at Nicci's daughter's 1st birthday this past weekend) to hold my 30th birthday party at their barn. We are pricing Kegs and I'm trying to find a theme that won't cost me very much money. It's my birthday. I would prefer to NOT spend very much money for a good time. It's also an excuse to set up my brother with my friend Jenna.
We shall see.
We shall see...that is if I look outside while the time is flying by!
I concur. I can't believe it is only 4 measly months until the entire family comes home for Pueo and Nicole's wedding! There is so much still to do.
Where to even begin! I think I need a vacation to catch up on the things I need to get done on my vacation!
I remember the days of old when vacations actually meant fun places to visit and a day spent relaxing at the beach. Instead I spend entirely too much time on home projects (and the worst part is that my home doesn't look like I've spent any time doing ANY type of project).
What is a girl to do?
What I need is a little help. My friend Amy suggested I date a Mexican, that way I automatically inherit his entire family to work on the farm.
That's just a little too high of a price tag for my comfort level.
What I need is an act of GOD.
I need it to rain more. I have figured out that the answer to all of my prayers is rain. The more it rains, the greener my yard will look. The more water I will catch in my catchment tank...which means I have more water to do laundry! The rain will also speed up the deterioration process of any garbage left over from construction, which will eliminate me having to take it to the dump. Grass will grow where now there is only dirt. The rain will also be good for my neighbors and their farms and the wild herd of goats will retreat back down the mountain and I won't have to worry about them eating my budding garden.
Rain will answer all my problems!
It is also only two months until my 30th Birthday! I'm trying to organize a big party. My friends, Michael and Julia, live in a barn and have wanted to throw a barn party. We decided (while slightly intoxicated at Nicci's daughter's 1st birthday this past weekend) to hold my 30th birthday party at their barn. We are pricing Kegs and I'm trying to find a theme that won't cost me very much money. It's my birthday. I would prefer to NOT spend very much money for a good time. It's also an excuse to set up my brother with my friend Jenna.
We shall see.
We shall see...that is if I look outside while the time is flying by!
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Green Thumb. Me? Really?
The day before yesterday I found out that my thumbs have just a little green to them after all. All these years I really thought that genetic trait skipped me...but judging by the progress my small garden is making, it turns out I have a little bit of a green thumb!
I have tried repeatedly to start plants by seed to no avail. It turns out that I either wasn't giving them enough water, or the birds were eating them as soon as I was putting them out like a fourth grader eating halloween candy.
This month I made the decision to try to do it the right way. I gathered the necessary ingredients and went to work slowly. I inched in to the gardener nook, by starting with small vegetables already a few inches tall, such as tomatoes, peppers, and basil. I was hopeful that I would be able to do it as a real 'gardener' and bought a few packages of seeds. On Mother's Day my older brother came by for diner and also helped me get started. He was a little on the pessimistic side when it came to the cantaloupe though...but I told him not to doubt my budding ability. I still haven't planted the cantaloupe, but I intend too. That day we started the lettuce and a few of the green bean seeds. I made sure to water them daily, and was getting pretty discouraged up until this past Sunday, when I noticed that the green beans were over three inches and the lettuce had sprouted! I am super excited to get the back yard cleared and actually plant garden beds. As of right now I am dealing specifically in pots.
I have a few Mango trees, Avocado trees, and a whole lot of Rangpur limes, a Banana tree, dozens of orchids, some roses (that aren't doing very well), and left over poinsetta plants from Christmas. All of which need to be planted in the ground with my vegetables. I even have a few Jojoba bushes and a Rambutan tree. All of which (except the vegetables) are compliments of my brother. I'm not going to mention how many trees I've already killed that he has abandoned on the farm, it's just nice to know that I am finally able to grow something!
I have tried repeatedly to start plants by seed to no avail. It turns out that I either wasn't giving them enough water, or the birds were eating them as soon as I was putting them out like a fourth grader eating halloween candy.
This month I made the decision to try to do it the right way. I gathered the necessary ingredients and went to work slowly. I inched in to the gardener nook, by starting with small vegetables already a few inches tall, such as tomatoes, peppers, and basil. I was hopeful that I would be able to do it as a real 'gardener' and bought a few packages of seeds. On Mother's Day my older brother came by for diner and also helped me get started. He was a little on the pessimistic side when it came to the cantaloupe though...but I told him not to doubt my budding ability. I still haven't planted the cantaloupe, but I intend too. That day we started the lettuce and a few of the green bean seeds. I made sure to water them daily, and was getting pretty discouraged up until this past Sunday, when I noticed that the green beans were over three inches and the lettuce had sprouted! I am super excited to get the back yard cleared and actually plant garden beds. As of right now I am dealing specifically in pots.
I have a few Mango trees, Avocado trees, and a whole lot of Rangpur limes, a Banana tree, dozens of orchids, some roses (that aren't doing very well), and left over poinsetta plants from Christmas. All of which need to be planted in the ground with my vegetables. I even have a few Jojoba bushes and a Rambutan tree. All of which (except the vegetables) are compliments of my brother. I'm not going to mention how many trees I've already killed that he has abandoned on the farm, it's just nice to know that I am finally able to grow something!
Monday, May 17, 2010
Georgia Rain
Today I was feeling a little homesick for Georgia. You can't really call it 'Home Sick' if it isn't your home, but I don't know how else to express the pangs of longing I have for a place I spent four bliss-filled years of college.
It all started with a phone conversation from Jacqueline yesterday, and was then made worse by a NOVA documentary on storms and tornadoes. I had my first experience with storms in Georgia. The type of storms that cause your Grandmother to come running out of the house screaming for you to get out of the pool. My first experience with that happened when I arrived in Georgia for college a few weeks early and had some time to kill at Grandma's house.
All of my favorite weather experiences happened in Georgia (and some of my least favorite as well).
I miss the rain that would linger for a week at a time, and the clean, crisp cold air of spring, and the daffodils exploding to life in splashes of vibrant yellow. I miss the beauty of the brick buildings and the turning of the seasons, and most especially I miss the green grass.
I have brown grass. I'm not even sure you can really call it grass. Mostly it is weeds and dirt and rock and more dirt.
Followed by more weeds. Interspersed with building materials and moving garbage that hasn't made it's way to the dump yet.
I also miss my friends and being able to just have Sunday dinner, and Memorial Day Barbeque's. Instead I am in Hawaii. Where I am too busy to cultivate lasting relationships....but there is always the beach.
I'm just having one of those Blah Mondays.
It all started with a phone conversation from Jacqueline yesterday, and was then made worse by a NOVA documentary on storms and tornadoes. I had my first experience with storms in Georgia. The type of storms that cause your Grandmother to come running out of the house screaming for you to get out of the pool. My first experience with that happened when I arrived in Georgia for college a few weeks early and had some time to kill at Grandma's house.
All of my favorite weather experiences happened in Georgia (and some of my least favorite as well).
I miss the rain that would linger for a week at a time, and the clean, crisp cold air of spring, and the daffodils exploding to life in splashes of vibrant yellow. I miss the beauty of the brick buildings and the turning of the seasons, and most especially I miss the green grass.
I have brown grass. I'm not even sure you can really call it grass. Mostly it is weeds and dirt and rock and more dirt.
Followed by more weeds. Interspersed with building materials and moving garbage that hasn't made it's way to the dump yet.
I also miss my friends and being able to just have Sunday dinner, and Memorial Day Barbeque's. Instead I am in Hawaii. Where I am too busy to cultivate lasting relationships....but there is always the beach.
I'm just having one of those Blah Mondays.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Bye Bye Berkley
I am a bad dog owner.
No. Really. I am.
It is really quite sad to admit, but I am the epitome of someone who should NOT own a dog. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I've never owned a dog of my own as an adult, with no one else to blame for not spending enough time with the poor pooch, or not training him either. Berkley is half trained. He knows how to sit and shake but that is about it. He knows the word "Bad" really well, but it isn't his fault that I don't have enough time to exercise him. I would let him run around the 10 acres without a leash or chain if he would stay on the property, but he doesn't. He takes off as quickly as a rabbit being chased by a fox and heads down to my neighbors house and then straight up the road.
I have finally accepted the decision to give him away. It is sad. But not as sad as I thought it would be. I think I have found him a really good home with a co-worker that has a 1 acre fenced yard and a golden retriever that tears up her yard. I told her that Berkley doesn't dig up yards, he excavates them. He inherited my designer ability and is constantly remodeling his home. I showed her pictures of him today and will bring him by next week to introduce him to her and her family. I really hope that he does really well! It is also my fault that I've never socialized him, so he is a little shy of strangers.
Otherwise it is off to the Humane Society for Berkley. I really don't want to take him there, but at least he would get adopted by someone who will have time for him. If I had children to spend time with him it would be different.
I've decided that I'm definitely a cat person. Cats are easy. You don't need to tie them up, cage them in or clean up their poop. They live outside, come onto the porch for meals and drop by to give you a little pat on the foot.
Sad as it is, I am definitely a cat person. Avoir sweet little Berkley. Hopefully Pat will adopt you.
No. Really. I am.
It is really quite sad to admit, but I am the epitome of someone who should NOT own a dog. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I've never owned a dog of my own as an adult, with no one else to blame for not spending enough time with the poor pooch, or not training him either. Berkley is half trained. He knows how to sit and shake but that is about it. He knows the word "Bad" really well, but it isn't his fault that I don't have enough time to exercise him. I would let him run around the 10 acres without a leash or chain if he would stay on the property, but he doesn't. He takes off as quickly as a rabbit being chased by a fox and heads down to my neighbors house and then straight up the road.
I have finally accepted the decision to give him away. It is sad. But not as sad as I thought it would be. I think I have found him a really good home with a co-worker that has a 1 acre fenced yard and a golden retriever that tears up her yard. I told her that Berkley doesn't dig up yards, he excavates them. He inherited my designer ability and is constantly remodeling his home. I showed her pictures of him today and will bring him by next week to introduce him to her and her family. I really hope that he does really well! It is also my fault that I've never socialized him, so he is a little shy of strangers.
Otherwise it is off to the Humane Society for Berkley. I really don't want to take him there, but at least he would get adopted by someone who will have time for him. If I had children to spend time with him it would be different.
I've decided that I'm definitely a cat person. Cats are easy. You don't need to tie them up, cage them in or clean up their poop. They live outside, come onto the porch for meals and drop by to give you a little pat on the foot.
Sad as it is, I am definitely a cat person. Avoir sweet little Berkley. Hopefully Pat will adopt you.
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