It has been quite a while since my last post. I have good reason though. I've been going through such personal trials that I had to switch over to my private blog for a while. My daughter is 15. Need I say more?
But tonight what is on my mind is a group of young people who are members of "The Brethren". Not the large group of believers, but the small group of nomads. They are led by one Jim Roberts aka Brother Evangelist aka The Elder. They are a Christian cult and I just finished reading a book about them, "From Dean's List to Dumpsters" by Jim Guerra. Excellent book. Every Christian ought to read his book. I'm interested in the group of people because back in the Fall of 2000, I was either dropping off or picking up my daughter at the dorms of the University of Hawaii, and there were these posters of a missing girl. Her name was (is) Kellie Domen. She and her boyfriend at the time, Benjamin Mejia, joined The Brethren in October of 2000. My heart ached for her family and through the years I've prayed for her off and on, and looked up her name on Google. This time, I found her mom's letters that she posted on the parent site, so I emailed her mom to let her know I would be praying daily for her Kellie, who now goes by the name Sister Mariah. I also needed to ask her permission to submit this prayer request at my church and she say that would be okay. I was hoping she would email me back that first time to tell me that Kellie had in fact returned home, but that was not the case. Kellie has been away from her family for going on eight years. Her mom did see her for a quick visit.
Anyway, about the book. I was able to gain insight into how to pray for Kellie. I also received a bonus benefit that was not expected. I saw me and my fellow mainstream Christians from the viewpoint of a young person in college. They see compromise. They see lukewarm faith. And it impacts them. It also makes them vulnerable to this particular cult. That is because The Brethren are sold-out for Christ, living solely to tell others about Jesus. Or so they say. In reality they too have their issues. But that's what attracts young people to them - they are not lukewarm, they don't compromise their faith. This compels me to examine my life.
Another bonus insight is regarding judging and pride. There is a part in the book where the author talks about fasting. He was fasting for a week and he found himself comparing his fasting to that of the others in the group. He felt "more spiritual" (his pride). He started to judge the others as not being as spiritual as he was. And on other occasions, when he was around town or hitching a ride to the next town, he would catch himself being judgmental toward those outside his group. He would refer to outsiders as carnal and not as good as he. This sent my mind on a tangent. Do I do that? I can see how easy it would be to do that. If we're not careful, we can turn Pharisee-like...judging other people. I do see it in the Christian community, which is so sad. We need to daily remind ourselves that the only difference between us and someone who is not a Christian is God's mercy (undeserved grace). We knew that at the moment of our salvation, but we tend to forget, and the farther we move away from our outward sins, the easier it is to start looking down on those who have yet to receive that mercy. I dread falling into that and I'm sure it is always unintentional, but damaging nevertheless.
I look around at other groups of people and I see that the same thing can happen just about anywhere. Home-schooling parents can make me feel like they are better than traditional schooling parents. Vegetarians can really make me feel like a lesser human being because I love a Ruby's burger. Eco-conscious individuals can make me feel guilty for not recycling as much as them. I (drive a sedan, would like a hybrid) catch myself thinking judging thoughts about all the SUV drivers I see. I know it's because we believe so strongly in our cause, but there has to be a way to believe deeply in something, and yet still extend grace to others who don't believe the way we do.
I'm sure some of it is internal inside me. No matter how hard we try to be sensitive to the feelings of others, we will always unintentionally offend people because we don't know what kind of filters they're viewing things through due to their life experiences. But I pray that God would give me a new awareness of what I say and do. When I'm working on my spiritual growth, I need to make sure I don't subconsciously prop myself up above anyone else. I need to be mindful of the words I use.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Spiritual Pride
Sunday, October 28, 2007
2007 HSMA Scholarship Golf Tournament
Andrew, JB, Chris & MokiCongratulations to my husband, JB, and his three teammates for winning a golf tournament this weekend! The Hospitality Sales & Marketing Association puts on the annual tournament as a fundraiser for their scholarship program. The Fairmont Kea Lani Hotel sponsored JB. He and his teammates each won a hotel stay somewhere in the islands. We got two nights oceanview at the Hilton Hawaiian Village! Good job, honey! That's why I let him golf whenever he wants.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
No Such Thing As A Free Lunch
There should be a day of the week that begins with R, so that day could be called R___day Rants. Like Wordless Wednesdays, Thankful Tuesday or was it Thursday? But in the absence of such a day, here is Tuesday's Tantrum!
The phone company is trying my patience. In September, I realized that I had not received a phone bill in several months. So I went online to check. It shows a credit of $81 from March, then nothing since. I have had a credit balance of $81 for six months. Red flag - can't they run a simple report that would show them who has the exact same balance for over several months?
I remember a few months ago, there was an article in the paper about a gal who received a phone bill here on Maui, that was several hundred dollars. She complained enough that the paper wrote about it. She thought it was unfair and stated that it created a hardship for her. But in the end she had to pay it because she incurred the charges. I don't know if the article said it, or if I thought it, but I remember thinking she should have checked with the phone company if she didn't get a bill, so it's partly her fault. Nothing is free.
So in September, I called the phone company and told them I hadn't gotten a bill. They did not know what to do with me. Finally, after almost an hour of telling and re-telling my story, I was told that someone would call me back. So I left my cellphone number...
...and when I got home, there was a message on my home phone - AAAHHH! The caller said that the problem would be taken care of, and if I had any questions, call the billing department back. That was on 9/11/07. Today is 10/9/07, and they still have not figured this out. So I called again, same story over and over, and I'm again told that someone will call me back. The guy who called me back today said it would be taken care of. I asked him to call me when it is taken care of.
How odd that I can't seem to get the phone company to charge me for my phone service. This just proves that not being able to pay is just as frustrating as having to pay too much. Not that anyone ever wondered about that...
Friday, October 5, 2007
The Ultimate Gift
I just saw the best movie of the year: "The Ultimate Gift". If you haven't seen it yet, I'm not surprised because I had not seen one advertisement about it. I just happened to pick it up in Blockbuster. Oh, you should see it! Everyone should see this movie, and especially parents. I don't want to be a spoiler, so I will just say that I promise it will be worth your time, and it will inspire you to make positive changes in your life.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Turn, turn, turn
It has been a hard week. Here on this beautiful island paradise, two young girls (13 & 14) died tragically Sunday (9/23). Seems they went for a swim in an area known as "tubes", which is part of a 74-mile irrigation system on the Northeast side of the island. There are siphons along the system which work the same way a gas siphon works - if there is no air in the tube, and the outlet is lower than the intake, then the water can be "carried" over higher elevations. This is how water is pumped around that part of the island. Problem is, and my heart is so heavy because of this, the siphons are not screened in any way to prevent a person from being sucked into it. That is apparently what happened to Lucille and Cherie, and they were carried through an airless tunnel over 500 feet long. They had no chance. I cry for their mommies. My heart breaks with theirs.
At school the next day, counselors came from other area schools to be there for the other students. They had to relocate the counseling area from the library to a larger room because there were so many grieving friends. The news that night mentioned Cherie's MySpace, so I went online to see. She was just the typical girl, with lots of friends...who are so sad right now. They keep leaving her comments about how much they miss her and love her. Yesterday's comments were of her friends telling her that they are going to her funeral. Not something 15-year-olds should be dealing with. One comment was from a girl I know well. She was born the exact same day in the same hospital as my daughter K, and they were close friends during elementary school. Her profile, which is private as it should be, shows her location as "in my car" rather than her city. I hope she's not living in her car. She's 15 years old.
So, I'm a bit on edge emotionally. Life is such a trip sometimes. And I must say, there is a little activist person inside me just itchin' to come out. I read about those open irrigation ditches, and I wanted to scream! Why why why don't they just screen the siphons? Something so simple can save lives. Could have saved those girls' lives. Should have. Still should. So when I regain my mental composure, I will inquire about that. I just don't know where to begin.
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
I am reminded to cherish life - all of life. My life, family, friends, strangers - all life, precious.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Where in the world is...OGG?
Have you ever wondered why the beautiful island of Maui has OGG as its airport code? I have, so I called the airport back in 1990 to ask that question. The first two people I spoke with had no idea, but then an old-timer got on the phone and told me it was named after a pilot by the name of Bertram J. Hogg (pronounced Hoag), who was a pioneer back in the day. See? You learned something new today! Here's more...
The designation OGG was given in honor of aviation legend Capt. Bertram J. Hogg (pronounced Hoag), who is credited for being one of the frontier pilots who helped build the airlines of today in the Pacific.
When he first began flying passengers, Hogg, a Lihue native, flew Sikorsky S-38 amphibious planes that carried eight passengers. When he flew to Kona, he would land in the bay and outrigger canoes would come out to bring in the passengers.
He also made the first interisland commercial flight after the Pearl Harbor attack, on December 10, 1941, in a DC-3 to Maui and the Big Island.
Hogg logged his last commercial flight in 1968 in a DC-9 after 41 years in the aviation industry and 25,000 flying hours, most of it as a pilot for Hawaiian Airlines.
Capt. Hogg died March 30, 1992, at the age of 84.
Wish I Could See The End Result
I was driving to work this morning on Mokulele Highway. Mokulele, by the way, means airplane (moku=boat; lele=jumping, as in uku-lele) because the first airport on Maui was located in that area. They are doing a lot of road improvements along that 6-mile road, and they have been for several years now. My husband (and many other residents) prefers to bypass the road altogether until they are done. I, on the other hand, like to see the changes going on. Just when you begin to get used to the road going a certain way, they change it and we have a new detour. At the intersection on the Kihei end, there is lots going on. It fascinates me and makes my imagine go wild wondering what they are up to. I wish...I wish...if only I could see the end result now! There is dirt and concrete and asphalt going all kinds of ways, I just am so anxious to see how it will turn out. I bet if I knew how it would turn out, it would make it that much easier to put up with the delays and detours.
Isn't that the way life is too? There are people and circumstances and times in my life that just make me anxious. Delays...detours. Sometimes I just wish I could see the end result. Maybe that would make it easier to live through. Like with my daughter. At one point, she wanted to be an anchor woman on the nightly news. But then she had a brush with the law earlier this year (yes, it's been quite a year), and since then she's wanted to be a Family Court Officer. This is because the lady who took her case was both firm and gentle at the same time, and it moved K. She saw how that lady makes a difference in young people's lives.
But then, life goes on and she does these things that teenagers do, and I just wish I could see the end result. Is she just getting all the experiences in so she knows what she's talking about later on when she actually is a Family Court Officer? She'll be able to say, "oh, yes, I've been there, I've done that. Nothing new to me." And the kids she's helping will go, "wow, she's been through a lot, but she came through it. There must be hope for me.
To think of it that way gives me hope.
A hui hou,
Lisa
Sunday, September 16, 2007
All Bottled Up
Bottled water uses resources and creates waste during the production of each bottle, uses fuel to ship all of the bottled water to our stores, and then uses energy to recycle or adds to the trash problem if thrown away. Here's what I do to try and not be part of the problem:
1. I bought 7 Nalgene bottles to reuse (5 for work days, 2 for exercise). Nalgene bottles are made of thick plastic and they come in all kinds of colors and styles. I prefer the one with the smaller opening because it is easier for me to drink from. I also have a couple of flip-tops for exercise.
2. I bought a small glass dropper bottle and filled it with plain Clorox bleach. Small glass dropper bottles can be purchased at any health food store.
3. I bought a 2-gallon water bottle. I fill it up each week at a neighborhood water store. The outside vending station costs 35 cents per gallon. The 2-gal size is not too heavy to lift and pour into Nalgene bottles. Each gallon of water weighs about 9 pounds, so 3 gallons is too heavy for me.
4. Each week, I wash the Nalgenes with dish soap. Then I sterilize them with 1-2 drops (not droppers, just drops) of bleach and about an inch of water. Close the bottle, shake for ten seconds. Empty the bottle, then fill with an inch of water (no bleach this time). Shake for ten seconds, empty, then fill with the purified water from the 2-gallon water jug.
5. The 2 gallon jug fills all 7 bottles with water, and leaves a little left for me to use through the week. I find that my rice stays fresh longer, and my coffee tastes smoother.
Some companies like http://www.mountainslopewater.com/, offer free water refills when you purchase the Nalgene bottles from them with their store sticker on it. Since it is near my house, I did that for a couple of years and saved so much money that way. Now, it is more convenient for me to refill my 2-gal jug once a week, but I'm still saving. Each Nalgene bottle equals two disposable bottles of water. At 50 cents a bottle, I save $5 per week. But I do this because of the positive impact, not for the money.
The bleach sterilization I got from the water store, because they have the instructions and bleach right there for all to use. This ensures that the water bottles stay clean and fresh and no bacteria starts to grow. There is never any bad scent or taste to the water, and I've had the same bottles for about four years now.
I recommend using water bottles for water only - not juice or soda or tea.
Note: I strongly recommend against freezing water in a Nalgene bottle, but if you must, keep the cap off in the freezer and leave room at the top for the ice to expand. Otherwise it will expand and split your Nalgene bottle.
Here's a book recommendation pertaining to this post (eligible for free supersaver shipping):
A hui hou (until we meet again),
Lisa
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Knowing God
This week at work we welcomed eight young adults as our interns for the next year. At our staff meeting, they gave us a little background on themselves and shared how they became followers of Jesus Christ. It was refreshing, moving, emotional, and inspiring. So much so, that I want to write my story of how I, too, became a follower of Christ.
When I was four years old, my family moved to a neighborhood that would be our home for the next 14 years. The day we moved, I made a friend who invited me to church, so the next Sunday, and off and on for the next 14 years, I attended a small neighborhood church with her and her father. At that church, I learned a good deal about God and his son, Jesus. I knew without a doubt that God was real. When I was 11 years old, I decided that I believed that Jesus died for my sins so that I could go to heaven because of him, and not on my own performance, and I was baptized. I became a Christian.
Then my life took a turn. At 12, I was molested by a neighbor boy. It wasn't a rape; it was inappropriate touching, but it was so traumatic to me as a preteen, that I blocked it out of my memory for about 20 years. Although I didn't remember that abuse, I started to live the kind of life one would expect of a victim of sexual abuse to live: reckless, promiscuous, self-sabotaging. I had low self-esteem. I started on a long journey of depression. And because I didn't remember the abuse, I just thought I was flawed, dirty.
At church on Sundays, I would sincerely devote myself to God, longing to be a good person to show him how much I appreciated his love for me. But then through the week, I would fail time and time again in trying to do good and be good. This went on for several years. I got married at age 19 to a someone who thought I tricked him into marrying him. Who really knows? I didn't do it intentionally, but I accept that subconsciously I could have been that manipulating. I was rather dysfunctional. We gave it our best shot, but divorced after five years.
I was a single mom, working two jobs to survive. What started out as an addiction to NoDoz ended up being an addiction to crystal meth. I began to drink more and more. At that point, I said to God, "I'm sorry, but I don't know why I cannot "be a good Christian" like so many people around me. I feel like I'm missing a piece in a puzzle. I just don't get it. I try so hard to do good, but I fail every time. I can no longer call myself a Christian, because I am a disgrace to that word. I really am sorry, but I guess I just don't have what it takes."
With that, I walked away from God, still knowing that he was real.
A few months later, I met JB (who is my husband now) and he had a surfing buddy who went to church. We started to go to church too, and there I learned about the Holy Spirit, and how, when Jesus was resurrected and went to heaven, the Holy Spirit came and can live within us and help us in our decisionmaking and in living our life. As I learned more, I came to realize that the Holy Spirit was the piece of the puzzle that I was missing. In the past, I was trying to change my behavior by myself, when actually it was the Holy Spirit who could change me from the inside out! My part was simply giving up control of my life and allowing the Holy Spirit to be in control.
So I did just that. For six months, I took it one day at a time, and gave up control every morning. I said out loud, "God, without you, I can do nothing, but through you, I can do all things." Within two weeks, I was free from crystal meth, and although I had cravings for it for three years, I always relied on God's power through the Holy Spirit to get me through. Within two months, I gave up drinking, and to this day, I have never gotten drunk again. I do have an occasional drink.
Seven years later, my mind allowed me to remember the molestation I suffered as a child, and that led me to get counseling and to learn how to manage my predisposition to depression, by learning what triggers it, and learning that I have a voice ... and I can speak up.
In looking back on my life, I realize that, at age 11, God became my savior, and if I had died, I would have gone to heaven because I did believe in him. But at age 26, God became my LORD, having "lordship" or control over my life. It has been 19 years since then, and it has been a wonderful adventure.
Life as a Christian is not free from pain, loss, and heartbreak. And I am not anywhere near perfect. But because I know that God is in control of my life, I can be assured that anything that comes into my life, good or bad, has a purpose. I have so much to be thankful for, and I shudder to think how my life would be right now if I had never given control of my life over to God. Any good in my life is the result of the Holy Spirit living in me. To God be all glory!
What's your story?
A hui hou,
Lisa
Virtual vs Real Life Organization
I started blogging 11 days ago today. I've noticed a change in how uncluttered my mind is since then. I guess taking my thoughts and turning them into sentences helps me organize my mind. I like that. However, working on and customizing a blog takes time, so now my desk is a mess. I need to learn to step away from the computer and work on non-virtual organizing.
A hui hou,
Lisa
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Alarm Clock
Monday, September 10, 2007
Our Trip to Lanai in July 2007
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Loss: a relationship, a language
I'm back home again - from Oahu. I had a nice visit with my family there. My mom is doing good considering all of her health conditions. She keeps the ice cream companies in business.
Today I stopped by my cousin T's house in Honolulu, to drop off birthday greetings. T is a year younger than me and we used to play quite a bit when we were little. I have lots of fond memories of her. But then sometime in her young adulthood, something happened to her and she has never been the same. She used to do drugs and that was probably part of it. So now she is disengaged. She doesn't look me in the eyes, doesn't want to come hang out with me, doesn't want to talk much. I was so sad as I walked away. Sad about a lost relationship. And she doesn't mean to hurt anyone, by the way. She's not being rude or anything, that's just her "now". But I miss her "before". I wish I could have my cousin back. (tears) I'll just keep showing up and hoping...and praying for T.
One thing Oahu has that Maui doesn't have yet is Zippy's, but it's on the way. Another thing is Cookie Corner - yum! Today's visit wasn't so thrilling though. The girl at the counter was so opinionated. They have this mix of cookies that I like to order. I can either order the mix, or one flavor. So I asked if I could get four flavors mixed together (there are about 8 varieties total). She actually said something like, "Well, we don't normally do that, but because it's not so busy, I can do that for you." Excuse me? Am I putting you out? If I can get only one flavor, why would you complain because I want to get four? So I asked, "If I can get one flavor, why wouldn't I be able to get four flavors?" And she said again that she would do it this time FOR ME because she wasn't busy. But she can't say what another worker might do next time.
Am I missing something here? I want to buy two pounds of cookies. Do I have to get two pounds of the same cookie or can I get half a pound of four kinds?
And that wasn't all. A two-pound box of cookies is pretty small, so when I asked for a small bag (yes, I had to ask for the bag), she put it in a large bag. So I ask her again for a small bag, and she says, "Well, but then the box doesn't lay flat."
"That's alright."
"Are you sure? Because if it's on it's side, the cookies will get crushed."
OMG!! These are cookies that are the size of quarters. They're all jumbled together in the box. It really doesn't matter if the box is one way or another. I know this because I've been buying these cookies and bringing them to Maui for 15 years.
So I got my little bag of cookies and was on my way. Sure enough, they're not crushed. They are good! But how I wish store owners would train their employees on customer service.
After a busy day, I arrived at a somewhat empty gate at the airport and I was looking forward to taking a nap. However, two minutes after I closed my eyes, a Tongan family of four decided they wanted to sit in the same area as me, but there weren't four connected seats on either side of me, so two sat on one side of me and two sat on the other side and they proceeded to speak rather loudly to each other, oblivious to a napping me in the middle of them. I would have gotten irritated by it all if it wasn't for the beautiful sound of them speaking Tongan. It's similar to Hawaiian, nahenahe (soothing, pleasant). The youngest of their group was a little girl. I love children's voices, so her's was doubly sweet because she spoke in a mix of English and Tongan.
So I relaxed and eavesdropped on their conversation, which is fine because I didn't understand a word of it :) . In the middle of that, I began to get emotional and I thought, these people think I'm just resting, but they have no idea that behind my closed eyes are tears. Tears of sadness for Hawaii's people. How is it that so many other Pacific Islanders were able to hold onto their language in the face of Westernization (and this family had Western influence with cellphones and designer handbags, etc.), but the Hawaiian people almost lost their language and culture? It seems so unfair. And I wondered why my grandmother, who apparently spoke Hawaiian, never taught us grandchildren any of what she knew. And why is it so hard for me to retain what little I learn in Hawaiian language class? I want to do my part in perpetuating my culture, but my braincells don't cooperate.
Then my mind wandered away from their conversation to thoughts of my niece, L, who is half Tongan (the other half is Japanese, Hawaiian, Chinese, Korean). I wondered if she has taken Tongan dance classes, like hula or something. L is a very sweet child. She captured my heart the first time I met her. I'd like to take her to hula or Tongan dance classes. She doesn't live with her dad, so I hope there are others in her family who can help her hold onto the language.
It's been a good day.
A hui hou,
Lisa
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Online Check-in, Sewing
I love that I live in this time in the history of the world! When I woke up this morning, I had already checked in for my flight to Honolulu last night, so I went straight to the security check at the airport, then to the gate. I waited awhile, boarded my plane, flew to Honolulu, got off the plane, caught the Alamo shuttle to their station, and ...
I checked in online for the car too!!! So I got off the shuttle and went straight to the section in their car lot that said "compact cars," chose a car and proceeded to the exit, where I showed my paperwork and driver's license to the gate guy. The whole travelling experience was perfect, except that the only car they had for me to choose from was a bright yellow chevy-something-small. I told my sister, who lives in Ma`ili, that she would see me coming when I was in Nanakuli. It's so bright, it says, "RENTAL CAR - TOURIST." You don't want your car to say that anywhere near Ma`ili.
I introduced my family to my blog. They seem interested and may even blog themselves. I'm excited!
I did a little bit of sewing (mending) today and was reminded of my love for sewing. I used to sew a lot but life got busy and I got distracted, and I reduced my sewing to necessary mending. Mending is a chore...it's not for pleasure. Then sewing didn't seem that appealing to me. But I miss it now.
When I started writing tonight, I really just wanted to blog about my sewing, but surprisingly, I think there is actually a spiritual application to this sewing thing. When I first heard about God's love for me, I was really into it. I wanted to read the Bible and know more about him. I wanted to worship him as much as possible. But somewhere along the way, life got busy and I got distracted, and I reduced my thoughts about God to "necessary mending." Only when I needed a little mending would I turn my attention to God. It can feel like a chore sometimes.
But I miss it now! That's kind of related to what I was reading and writing about in my Bible study blog this week. I love it when that happens, when God uses several different ways to make the same point. This week it is about the busy-ness of life and how it gets us off balance.
I want to start sewing again, for fun. I want to adore God again, with my whole heart.
A hui hou,
Lisa
Friday, September 7, 2007
Be Near
Be Nearby
Shane & Shane
You are all
Big and small
Beautiful
And wonderful
To trust in grace through faith
But I’m asking to taste
For dark is light to You
Depths are height to You
Far is near, but Lord, I need to hear from You
Be near, oh God
Be near, oh God of us
Your nearness is to us our good
Be near, oh God
Be near, oh God of us
Your nearness is to us our good, our good
Your fullness is mine
Revelation divine
But oh to taste
To know much more than a page
To feel Your embrace
For dark is light to You
The depths are height to You
Far is near, but Lord I need to hear from You
Be near, oh God
Be near, oh God of us
Your nearness is to us our good
Be near, oh God
Be near, oh God of us
Your nearness is to us our good, our good
Trip to Honolulu
My sister is amazing. If I could choose, I'd choose her! She lives a sacrificial life and wouldn't have it any other way. Every family probably has one relative who, at Christmastime, goes all out and gives like there's no tomorrow. My sister does that every year. And you want to ask, "where the heck does she get the money for this stuff?" And if you guessed credit cards, you'd be WRONG! Because she doesn't use credit cards. She literally saves through the year - sacrificing - in order to bless everyone around her by showering them with love at Christmas. But that's not the only reason I'd choose her. She's just a really cool sister. And the best daughter to my parents. Her name is Camille. I was talking to my cousin, D, about who will care for her sister (who cannot care for herself) when her parents have passed away. I said, "you need a Camille!" For if she had a Camille in her family, she needn't worry. I love my sis. Here she is overlooking Lanai City on our trip in July.
Airfares - it never fails that if I buy my ticket early, the airlines will have their $9 specials after that. Happened again this week. I'm beginning to wonder if someone should do a study on "The Cost in Work Hours Lost When Go! Airlines Announces Special Fares." Everyone wakes up to the news, lots of people are already at work, and so they probably spend some time at work looking for flights. Maybe that's why I'm complaining. I could hear the hustle & bustle around me at work of people comparing their flights, but I was just too busy to even take a peek at my calendar. Oh, but what am I complaining about? My flight is free with my AlohaPass credits.
A hui hou,
Lisa