We were going through the airport security checkpoint on our way back from visiting relatives for the summer when my bag was picked for extra inspection.
I suppose it looked suspicious because it was crammed so full of stuff.
The TSA agents dug through my backpack, randomly swabbing various items to test for bomb residue (including some paperback novels, my half- finished quilt squares, and a bunch of Laffy Taffy candy). I wondered which of the Laffy Taffies looked the most likely to be a bomb, since he was only checking some of them.
My nine-year-old daughter took the opportunity to ask me: “Mom, what’s a trophy wife?”
I tried to think of an explanation. “Well,” I said, “I guess it’s a wife that’s way better than the other wives so she costs a lot of money.”
All the TSA agents around us burst out laughing.
I shrugged. “Sorry guys,” I said. “Looks like she’s been listening to people trash-talk each other on family vacation.”
I went shopping with my teenage daughters and ended up in the clearance section. My favorite!
I love looking through clearance items. You find some great stuff for cheap sometimes, and you find some things that are obviously marked down for a good reason.
To amuse myself and embarrass my daughters, I pretended to try on a leather bustier, a pair of ugly striped palazzo pants, a dress with an odd useless flap hanging from the back of it, a neon tube top, and a Justin Beiber shirt.
That last one of course required some in-store singing.
But my favorite item was probably this “unhoodie.”
It was just a hood and a zipper. Weird.
I’ll bet you wish you could shop with me, huh?
Well, I have an opening; my daughters aren’t going with me again anytime soon…
We just spent our first Thanksgiving weekend in Alaska. It was different.
For one thing, it’s getting darker and darker here. I have seen the sun rise more times in the last few months than I have in my whole life I think. Here’s a lovely sunrise I photographed on Friday. AT TEN-FIFTEEN A.M.!
Also it was snowing like crazy on Thanksgiving. In the week leading up to the holiday, the temperatures had warmed and hovered around 20-30 degrees (that’s Fahrenheit, above zero). You might have thought this would be a good thing, after several weeks of consistently negative temperatures from about -10 to -20. It turns out, however, that the “warmer” weather –closer to but still below freezing– makes for more snow and much slipperier driving conditions. Who knew? In just that seven days or so before Thanksgiving we had a couple of feet of snowfall. (It’s sort of a record; you can read a news article about here if you want.)
And then on Friday the temperatures slipped slightly above 32 degrees, and rain threatened to fall. This is of course, was a very bad thing. I didn’t have to be from here to know that having rain fall on several accumulated feet of snow and then refreeze a few hours later is no good. Fortunately that didn’t happen.
We were able to get to a lovely dinner with friends on Thanksgiving Day, and then eat more traditional Thanksgiving dishes on Friday.
On Saturday I went to a bridal shower lunch. The party started breaking up as people noticed that the sun was beginning to set. This was at TWO O’CLOCK, by the way.
But there was a little problem when we started to leave: One of the ladies backed her car into a ditch, which she couldn’t see because of the the snow, of course. Most of the women went out with shovels and gravel to help.
This was interesting to watch. (You didn’t think I was going to try to help, did you? I was all for waiting to be rescued.) A group of about ten women was able to dig out the trapped wheel and then pull the car out of the ditch. Girl power!
All in all, the weekend was definitely interesting!
I just got back from a month-long trip that involved approximately twenty-four hours of airplane travel.
More about that later.
But here’s a quick story for now:
We were on a (relatively short) two-hour early-morning leg of our trip and I was passing out snacks to my kids. I listed the possibilities that were in my bag aloud, including Fritos, Cheez-its, mini cookies, and plain potato chips.
Apparently a nearby passenger was listening, and she started getting hungry. After about fifteen minutes, this lady turned towards me and said, “Excuse me, but I heard you have Cheez-its. Can I buy some off you for a dollar?”
I told her I didn’t mind sharing my squared-off imitation-cheese snack crackers, and declined the dollar. She ate them slowly and told me, “Ma’am, those Cheez-its sure blessed my soul.” I was pleased that she had enjoyed them so much.
When I related this story to my husband (much) later, his response was unexpected.
He said, “I’ll bet you could have gotten two or three dollars off that lady.”
We live in Hawaii, on the island of Oahu. It’s a tropical paradise, teeming with life, but you’d be surprised at some of the animals we don’t have here.
For one thing, there are no snakes in Hawaii. Also there are no squirrels. Weird, right? And there is no rabies virus, but there are strict quarantine rules to keep it that way. But on to some critters we do see here:
Here are some other interesting little animals we’ve found on the ground recently.
This little guy is a Jackson’s chameleon, a three-horned lizard that was apparently “accidentally” released into the wild here in the 70’s.
This is an Oahu tree snail, and it’s native to Hawaii. Wikipedia says it’s endangered (all 40 different varieties!) but I’ll tell you, there’s an awful lot of them and they are HUGE. They don’t seemed threatened in any way.
Ah, and this is one we like to call Exhibitionist Barbie. We found her sunbathing nude on our lawn. Judging from her pallor, I don’t expect she’s a native.