Ironical

I'm in Hawaii. And, yes, for those of you who care, I'm having a great time! Hawaii is pretty much our second home. We come here to get away from the every day business that we live in. And, yes, we love the every day part... it's just nice to get away at times -- as YOU do as well, I'm sure. But the last thing anyone really wants to hear about is someone elses amazing vacation sitting on the beach sipping on pina coladas, having every meal at a 5 star restaurant, never making your bed, driving around in your dream car, and living it up, while you are stuck surrounded by laundry and screaming children -- or the every day mundane process we all endure...work.
Therefore, I will once again write about what I found funny -- or IRONICAL...
Before we left I was really rather calm. I had everything organized -- toilets cleaned, laundry folded and put away, the fish and dog delivered to the "animal sitter," arrangements and things in order for the house sitter, etc. All was well!
...Until my pinky toe stumbled over my suitcase that was sitting in the middle of the floor waiting for the trip. It hurt. I won't lie, but I had to move on. I continued at lightning speed. Getting every little item we would need. As I was making one final sweep past my luggage, my pinky toe yet again met the wheel. I screamed and hit the floor. Let me tell you the "Hallelujah Chorus" was NOT coming out of my mouth. I'm sure I said a few words that I consider to be "unmentionables" and I do apologize. But, indeed, it looked and felt as though my toe was broken. But one must move on when there's a plane to catch!
I continued throwning in the last minute items into the bag. (After taking the same trip so many times, it's extrmemly easy to pack -- take the clothes and pick everything else up at Walmart once you get there!! Right?!)
So, that's what I did. And for those of you who are curious... I've learned the "hard way" what can happen to people who pack shampoo, conditioner, lotion, your 6 step anti-aging facial kit, bubble bath, lavender scented bath salts, candles. lighters. rubbing alcohol, nail polish remover, pink nail polish, and cotton balls...OH! And a brand new bottle of Dior foundation that cost $45...
BELIEVE ME!! It makes a very yucky mess in your luggage and makes you have to pay extra for a super heavy bag. NOT TO MENTION.... you will have to purchase ALL of that yet again when you get there-- along with an enitrely new wardrobe... Unless, you don't mind walking around looking like you fell into a PINK nail salon and they painted pretty much everything on you other than your nails...
In an effort to NOT have that same freakishly horrific episode occur once more, I chose to FLEE from all "liquid" temptation and RUN to Walmart for all my liquid-beautification needs.
Here is where I find it IRONIC... We got off the plane in Hawaii. Walked over to the baggage claim, and as the luggage was flipping and flopping onto the belt I saw my beautiful red bag make it's grand entrance into Hawaii. The bag thankfully smelled quite good -- raspberry I think. However, it was covered in someone elses shampoo...
You can imagine my excitement to discover that out of all the people for that to happen to, it happened to the "smart one." The one who "thought through" what can happen when one packs raspberry shampoo in their suitcase... And to top it off... in an effort to make the world a "cleaner" place and more "green" or "eco-firendly," Hawaii does not offer napkins or paper towels at the airport baggage area.
Hmmmmm.
Great.
So there I was with my sweet amazing family in Hawaii, dragging my rapberry flavored luggage and walking like Egore from "Young Frankenstein."

A few days later, Eric, Emily, and I decided to drive up to Waimea to see some of our favorite spots in the mountains. We discovered a new pizza place we really like in Honoka'a and also tried some yummy donuty type things that have been seen on food network.
While we were driving through the mountains it started to rain a bit. Rain is great, but not preferred when the top is off on the Jeep. We pulled over and Eric stepped out of the car to put the t-tops on the Jeep. Just as he popped out of the car, a bright green lizard popped right on my shoulder! I screamed and flew clear from the drivers seat to the passengers seat. Thankfully we were stopped when the lizard decided to pop in for a visit...
Eric named the lizard Herbie or Herbert... He filmed it and posted it on facebook I think, so ask him if you want to see it...
There are a few other stories and I may post them later, but I'm tired now.