Captain’s Log, Stardate 02.26.2007
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She’s Out of Control by Kristin Billerbeck
Two books in the Black Or White series by John Aubrey Anderson
Aloha oi . . .
Arrived in Honolulu on Friday without mishap. I brought mochi for my mom, which made her absolutely ecstatic and which gives me “Good Daughter Status” for the remainder of my stay.
As soon as the plane touched down, I got slammed with a massive sinus headache. Lucky me, we were in for a heavy rainfall that evening and so my internal barometer went nuts.
My mom has the same thing—when the pressure changes just before it rains, she has a bad sinus headache. I didn’t have these symptoms when I was younger, but as soon as I hit 25 I started getting sinus headaches, too. Captain Caffeine scoffed at me until I started having a 100% success rate of rain prediction. Ha!
Anyway, I had to take sinus medication and a nap.
On Saturday, my friend Malia Spencer picked me up and we went to the North Shore to eat pizza at Pizza Bob’s, then shave ice at Aoki’s (which is better than Matsumoto’s, although not as famous).
Yesterday, I went to the Aloha Flea Market at the express request of Captain Caffeine.
The Aloha Flea Market isn’t really a flea market. Vendors sell brand-new or handmade stuff rather than used stuff, and typically rather touristy things.
You can get Hawaii T-shirts really cheap and they’re nice designs as well as decent quality. That is the reason Captain Caffeine wanted me to go. So, I picked up a bunch of T-shirts for him.
But being the shopper I am at heart, I couldn’t just walk in, buy the T-shirts, and walk out. I had to look at all the neat vendors since it’s been over 2 years since I was last at the Flea Market.
I got a small canvas bag in a very pink Hawaiian print for my knitting. I got two satin Asiany blouses for the ACFW conference, or perhaps the Sales Conference at Zondervan in mid-March.
I considered a Gucci knock-off purse in pale pink which was screaming my name, but the price, while much less than the real thing, wasn’t low enough to tempt me to take it home (it would probably end up in the back of my closet anyway).
We got Hawaiian honey for our allergies. And last but not least, I got a new canvas suitcase in grey with a pink and lime-green flower and turtle design. :) :) :) :) :) I will definitely be able to spot my suitcase in baggage claim from now on.
I don’t know what I ate for breakfast—maybe it was just that I had a larger amount of fatty foods than normal and my stomach was still sensitive from the plane ride—but I was really nauseated Sunday afternoon and couldn’t go to church with Malia. :(
But I’ll see her Saturday for the Girls’ Day party at my house. Dad’s making huli-huli chicken and picking up a chocolate cream pie from Sunnyside bakery!
What’s that you ask? What’s Girls’ Day and huli-huli chicken? You’ll just have to wait until Saturday to find out.
Either that or Google it.
Blog book giveaway:
To enter, go to the blog links below and post a comment there.
She’s Out of Control by Kristin Billerbeck
Two books in the Black Or White series by John Aubrey Anderson
Aloha oi . . .
Arrived in Honolulu on Friday without mishap. I brought mochi for my mom, which made her absolutely ecstatic and which gives me “Good Daughter Status” for the remainder of my stay.
As soon as the plane touched down, I got slammed with a massive sinus headache. Lucky me, we were in for a heavy rainfall that evening and so my internal barometer went nuts.
My mom has the same thing—when the pressure changes just before it rains, she has a bad sinus headache. I didn’t have these symptoms when I was younger, but as soon as I hit 25 I started getting sinus headaches, too. Captain Caffeine scoffed at me until I started having a 100% success rate of rain prediction. Ha!
Anyway, I had to take sinus medication and a nap.
On Saturday, my friend Malia Spencer picked me up and we went to the North Shore to eat pizza at Pizza Bob’s, then shave ice at Aoki’s (which is better than Matsumoto’s, although not as famous).
Yesterday, I went to the Aloha Flea Market at the express request of Captain Caffeine.
The Aloha Flea Market isn’t really a flea market. Vendors sell brand-new or handmade stuff rather than used stuff, and typically rather touristy things.
You can get Hawaii T-shirts really cheap and they’re nice designs as well as decent quality. That is the reason Captain Caffeine wanted me to go. So, I picked up a bunch of T-shirts for him.
But being the shopper I am at heart, I couldn’t just walk in, buy the T-shirts, and walk out. I had to look at all the neat vendors since it’s been over 2 years since I was last at the Flea Market.
I got a small canvas bag in a very pink Hawaiian print for my knitting. I got two satin Asiany blouses for the ACFW conference, or perhaps the Sales Conference at Zondervan in mid-March.
I considered a Gucci knock-off purse in pale pink which was screaming my name, but the price, while much less than the real thing, wasn’t low enough to tempt me to take it home (it would probably end up in the back of my closet anyway).
We got Hawaiian honey for our allergies. And last but not least, I got a new canvas suitcase in grey with a pink and lime-green flower and turtle design. :) :) :) :) :) I will definitely be able to spot my suitcase in baggage claim from now on.
I don’t know what I ate for breakfast—maybe it was just that I had a larger amount of fatty foods than normal and my stomach was still sensitive from the plane ride—but I was really nauseated Sunday afternoon and couldn’t go to church with Malia. :(
But I’ll see her Saturday for the Girls’ Day party at my house. Dad’s making huli-huli chicken and picking up a chocolate cream pie from Sunnyside bakery!
What’s that you ask? What’s Girls’ Day and huli-huli chicken? You’ll just have to wait until Saturday to find out.
Either that or Google it.
Comments
Do they have any yarn at that flea market?
I've got some friends who send their kids there, if you have a name, I'll try to get them to tell Mrs. Whoever your message. LOL
Cherie Japp