Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Lil' Spin for NG

Are you wondering if I still ride my unicycle, Blanche?  
Over a month ago I took her on a lil'spin for two miles. Don't think I could peddle much farther without getting weak in the legs and falling on my face. But just yesterday, my boys were messing around in the front yard trying to ride Blanche, which makes me nervous. Especially, Daniel. He is prone to accidents. Many know "that kid" in our local hospital with his frequent ER visits. The most recent one was for a water balloon being lobbed 30 MPH at his face/eyeball from a kid standing TEN feet away. This was by accident, of course. 
 Regardless, he did "black out" so a CT scan was in order to make sure no concussion. So, with Dan's accident record in mind,  yesterday's unicycle riding attempts without a helmet on, was NO BUENO. 
 Lucas has a new girlfriend, we will call her NG (new girlfriend) and I was gonna show her how it's done. I shared my limited unicycle skills of forward and forward for NG. It was fun to take Blanche on a verrrry lil'spin. I wish I was motivated to ride five miles regularly, like the good old days. Where does one find motivation for that? At present, Blanche is being ignored in the living room. My neglected single wheelie sits quietly in the corner with her patriotic dunce cap on. Poor thing.

About Lucas's new girlfriend?
I like her :)
 Those two are cut from the same cloth and they appear stupidly happy and attached at the hip. Both are outgoing, love the same music, crazy adventures, and both posses hi-octane humor.

  I have only come to know NG recently and Teckie has met her only once. It hasn't helped that Teckie has been in New Mexico working for two weeks.  It's been lonely around here, but I have kept busy painting Lucas's old bedroom and spending time with my NB.
Sadly, the NG is leaving in August to attend college in Germany for an Electrical Engineering degree. Smarty pants.
It's a summer romance and then adios amigo de amor! NG will jet off to study abroad and eat bratwurst in lederhosen.

One thing I note from history is that this 19-year-old boy likes super-smart and super-cute girls :)
Another observation is that Unicycle Rose likes her riding to be infrequent and super lil'.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Ixna the Ireworksfa

If you speak Pig Latin, and many of us raised in the great "US of A" had at least a Summer Intro to Pig Latin,  then you know that this post title translates to:
 No Fireworks (Nix the Fireworks).
That's right, NO FIREWORKS!
That best describes our Fourth of July. This was not by choice.
The Fourth is a personal FAVORITE of mine because the colors-- edra, itewha and uebla (more Pig talk) look amazing in their many forms; from flowers, to my flag-cross, to the basic flag in all sizes ... even jello shots hopped on the patriotic hue train. Yes, someone whose Pig Latin name is Oyceja Owsna texted me beforehand and asked if she could bring jello shots.
 I paused.
The first and last time I experienced jello shots, I was 25, dating Teckie and his friend and I danced on a coffee table and broke it in two! I hesitated to bless the gelatin booze, fearing a meandering teenager might pluck one up and then there would be TROUBLE: with a capital T and that rhymes with B and that stands for BUSTED!!
 SIDENOTE: If you have not watched The Music Man then that last sentence makes me sound like a babbling idiot and leaves you confused. Just rent the Music Man, please. It's an American Classic and Marion the Librarian, young Shirley Jones, is darling. Sweet Love story too.
We welcomed the jello shooters in cute tiny red solo cups and they were enjoyed by some over-21 folks. No broken tables or craziness resulted. Just lots of singing in the dark, staring up, while anticipating thundering fireworks to blow up illuminating-spectacular colors across the night sky any minute. We passed that slow fireworkless hour singing Happy Birthday to Miss Piggy (yes, again, I know), God Bless America and other statesmanlike tunes :)  
Apparently, the fireworks company had a problem with the ignition and after an hour of troubleshooting, the show was cancelled. 
It was literally a "no-show."
Benson was upset and I understand that. For city-wide-sugar-pumped children it must have felt like anticipating Santa Claus and then being told (due to sleigh malfunction) The Red Suit wasn't showing up.
Now, go home and go to bed kids.
 Ouch :(
It was odd having folks over with no fireworks to wrap up the night. 
What a dud ending. This was a Fourth that none will forget; it was different, but in a not-so-great way.
 I came to the conclusion that cancelled fireworks are not nearly as disappointing as pediatric-open-heart surgery (my measuring stick for life's disappointments). So all things relative, I shrugged it off, played some ping pong, ate a month's worth of homemade desserts and called it a night. 
I left my flag-cross up and fav quote because it makes me happy.
I like being happy.
I like July Fourth and fireworks.
And, apparently today, I like Pig Latin.

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Purply Cosmic Planet Rose

The Nubees team is back on the local lanes every Thursday morning for 13 weeks of summer league play.  Like last year, I bring my favorite Old Lady Friend, Edna, along for good luck and positive juju. Boy, the last three weeks I have needed luck.  Since starting in early June, my only goal was to break 100 each game and that was difficult, even when I whispered "arrow prayers" before I tossed the ten pounder. CLUNK!  Many, many times my ball met the gutter before the pins. My handicap has toggled between 93 and 78. 
 NOW, do you understand that I suck at bowling?
However, Thursday mornings are consistent fun to spend time with Overboard in matching shirts she bought our team when she attended the National Female Bowling Championships in May. Overboard is hardcore with this bowling gig, and Thursdays never disappoint laughing with all the sweet ladies at Harley's Bowling Alley. It's definitely a worthwhile-weekly-women-only workout, despite my lack of flair, skill and points.
But today, something was different.
 There was a new variable in my personal bowling equation.
Not only was  our summer league celebrating five July birthdays, with cake, decorations and celebratory cheer, but I hauled along a new friend... a ten-pound-round friend to call my very own until the day I die. My very-first-ever bowling ball. She is swirly aqua, purple and dark blue with silver sparkles flowing throughout. She looks like a purply cosmic planet named "Rose" and her holes were custom made to fit my pudgy-short-fingers. It felt like wearing a glove that has a bowling ball wrapped around it. 
Meet my Leetle Friend
Being that my Purply Cosmic Planet Rose Ball was an bowling virgin, it was exciting to AT LAST introduce shiny her to the greasy alley and filthy pins that begged her to "bring it."
Janet, Overboard, Me
The Nubees Team, Year Two
Planet Rose showed no fear facing those scratched-worn pins. This young-beautiful-thing slammed into those old-timers and it felt like, for the first time in my bowling history, the planets and stars aligned, the skies opened up and angelic chants were heard on lanes five and six.
I did fling a couple gutter balls this morning and made
a few signature bad throws,
 but I rang up a score of 165 in our third game!
165 PEOPLE! That's a 243 with my outrageous handicap!
Yes, five strikes in game tres, which included a "turkey"
 (that's three strikes in a row - gobble, gobble, gobble).
This is total abnormal Unicycle Rose bowling behavior! 
Can you say,
"Let the Good Times Roll?" 
It was such a natural high. I love those rare happenings:)
Thank you Purply Cosmic Rose Ball for the first of (hopefully)
 many consecutive strikes and magical summer memories.

Saturday, July 2, 2016

The End of Aloha, Part 3

Almost two weeks home from Oahu and adjusted back to the mainland routine of work, water polo (6-8 AM every darn-early-morning) and enjoying our California summer. I do miss Hawaii and know it will be a loooong time before we return to that ridiculously beautiful place. I count my blessings for the ability to even get to travel there and make memories that will last a lifetime.
Some final pictures to wrap up this "series" of Aloha Posts.
The "Grandkids"
Some happier than others

Cutie Pies
 Daniel Hanging Ten at Diamond Head Beach
Benson is a Connect Four addict and everyone had
 a chance to be outsmarted by a five year old!

Aloha hugs and kisses all over my Baby Girl 

Uncle Lui is joining Lucas at Camp Del Corazon this summer as a CAMP COUNSELOR.
For Lucas, finally being a counselor is a dream come true. For Uncle Lui, it's keeping a promise
he made to Lucas years ago. What an awesome Uncle!

With a box from Costco, I made Eva a boxcar and we took turns
 pulling her around the house. She loved it!
Who wouldn't?

Early morning skim boarding in front of our house. Great way to wake up ...
for a 15 year old!
The vacation puzzle was a great pastime.
It was FINALLY finished and all were gone, except Benson and his family,
 the Little Devil decided to make a big puzzle mess by tearing it apart.
When we returned his wise mother had him write an apology letter to the rest of us!
 Little Boys.:)
Actually, a good memory that made us laugh when Benson wasn't looking.
In Waikiki, Mr. Turtle swam right up next to me as I stood on a reef taking pictures.
You don't see this on Ventura beaches!

The beach in front of our casa was great for boogie boarding!

Teckie pretending to love the beach :)
XOX from my Big Babies
The view from our bedroom which was worlds away from reality.
  This morning I woke up to guitars hanging on the
wall and piles of clean laundry on the floor.
The vacation
is REALLY over :(
I love and miss you Waimanalo!
 Up Next?
Fourth of July weekend- and I still LOVE all things American!
Especially Old Glory.
 I am Thanking God for allowing us to live in America and praying for those who don't know the blessing of freedom and democracy in their lands.
 We are home and being patriotically lazy.
Have a safe Fourth everyone!