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Baby Beluga Goes to the ER and Other Stories

Baby Beluga Goes to the ER and Other Stories

You know how in the movies sometimes they totally exaggerate what happens when a car breaks down? They make it sound like it is going to explode, and then more steam than can possibly be believed comes out of the hood. And then, for good measure, the car kind of slumps as if it just had a huge weight dropped on it. Did you know that it really happens? We didn’t either. Until this weekend. (Of course, we are also the people who didn’t know–until this weekend–that the Alphabet song is the same tune as Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, but that is a completely different matter.)

We found this out as we were on our way to run a bunch of errands down in town. We were in Kailua at the time, which is on the south end of the windward side of Oahu (approximately 25 miles from where we live on the north end of the windward side). We got out of the car, started walking away, Micah remembered that his wallet was still in the car, and as he put the key in the door the car started to sound like it wanted to explode. Images of carbombs raced through my mind as smoky-looking steam shot out from under the hood. And then Baby Beluga’s water broke, so to speak. Coolant poured out from the under side of the car. We just stared dumbfounded, but oddly calm and undisturbed by the recent turn of events.

We called a tow truck, and because it was coming all the way from Laie, it took an hour to get to us and an hour to get back home. The garage we were taking it to was full for the rest of the weekend and unable make room for little Baby Beluga until Monday. We were fortunate in that the YM President in our ward is the owner of the garage and willing to go the extra mile (or 20–down to Kaneohe) to get the right parts. By Monday evening Baby Beluga had been discharged and was running as well as ever, with a brand new radiator hose and bandaged crack in a pipe. We are glad to have her back.

A small side story: Saturday morning there was an accident on Kam Highway about a mile from where we live. Some teenagers took a curve too fast and lost control. Two of them died. Later that day we walked in to Laie for a group date with my friend Kareena and others. We left the party early because we had to walk home and didn’t want to be out too late. We passed the sight of the accident and saw that some of the friends of the kids who were killed were gathering to mourn. At church the next day we found out that about half an hour after we passed them, a 21-year old girl was speeding by there, lost control, and killed two of the kids who were mourning their friends. It was a sad, sad situation.

Some Lessons are Hard to Learn

Some Lessons are Hard to Learn

So, I remember when I was young and my older sister was leaving for college or someplace else requiring the use of an aeroplane. Her flight left very early in the morning and us chillins all rolled out of bed, changed out of our onesies and climbed into the car. Upon arrival at the Columbus International Airport we found, to everyone’s amusement, that I had forgotten my shoes. After getting their fair share of laughs in somebody decided that the only thing to do was dig into my sister’s luggage and grab me a pair of socks to wear. This plan worked great, though I must admit to feeling a bit silly walking through the terminal wearing *pink socks with sequins. At least I wasn’t still wearing my onesy.

Okay. Fast forward a bunch of years. I am now 27 years old. I wear shorts and a t-shirt to bed. I live nowhere near the Columbus Airport. And yet I still woke up really early and I still forgot my shoes. And those people in my life who are supposed to support me and help in times of trial just laughed and laughed. This time, though, I opted out of the socks and went barefoot all day just to spite ’em.

*In all reality the socks where probably just plain white, but because it’s my fuzzy memory I will clear it up however I like.

Shocker!

Shocker!

My family is all about surprises. Like the time when Jon called two days before he was supposed to get home from his mission to tell us he was extending for another month. Or the time when I came home from Ohio, pretending that Micah and I had broken up and then, slowly, quietly, told my siblings that we were getting married instead. That was a good surprise.

But we are always trying to out-do each other. And I think that is what Abby had in mind with her latest shenanigan. Imagine my surprise when last night we get a call from this particular sister of mine asking what we’re doing tomorrow. At 6:00 in the morning. Of course if we have to wake up at 6:00 in the morning, we’ve got to know why* so I pressed her for details. “Well, I decided to go on a mission, and I just got my call today, and I’m going to open it tomorrow at 10:00, which is 6:00 your time.”

So at 6:00 we were waiting with bated breath for the phone call. The gathering Provo took a little longer than expected and it was 7:15 before we were brought into the party through a series of satellites and cell phone towers. But it was well worth the wait to hear Abby say, “You are hereby called to serve in the Washington, Everett Mission . . . it is anticipated you will serve for a period of 18 months . . . speak the English language . . . report to the MTC in Provo, UT Nov. 1, 2006. ” Or something like that. Obviously I can’t remember the exact wording of these things.

We are happy for you, Ab, but sad that it’ll be another 2 years before we see you again . . . unless of course you make a little trip to Hawaii before you head up north to beautiful Washington.

*I’m just kidding. We wake up at 5:30 every day. Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise, they say. Or maybe just tired and cranky.

(no) Sew Fun!

(no) Sew Fun!

Some of you know that Liz has a fetish for t-shirts. But of course all of the “fun” t-shirts are too big or just look like . . . t-shirts. So Liz has taken to altering her t-shirts so they look like they were made for her. This was all fine and good when she had access to a sewing machine, but times changed and she has been without a machine for many, many months. Fortunately, she is married to Micah, a wonderful man who likes to learn how to build stuff and is always using the internet to find things to do with his hands. He recently stumbled upon a site that teaches you how to do all sorts of things, including alter a t-shirt without a sewing machine. Micah also has access to free t-shirts, upon which Liz can experiment. Here is her latest effort.

It didn’t cost a dime and only took half an hour. She realized, just as she was finishing, that she was probably supposed to tie the knots on the inside of the shirt, but it is kind of fun this way, too.

Take Two

Take Two

After allowing our little garden to remain fallow for a few weeks, we finally got around to planting again. We added a missing ingredient–vermiculite–to the soil, so our plants will always have enough water and will grow big and strong. And hopefully not take five months to produce fruit. If all goes as planned, we will have two tomato plants, two pepper plants, two basil plants, four cilantros, four lettuces, and nine snow pea vines. We are especially anxious about the peas. Last time, if you recall, they shot right up and looked so beautiful and then withered and died a slow and agonized death. Hopefully the vermiculite will make all the difference.

Best 3 Hours of the Week?

Best 3 Hours of the Week?

We have successfully, I believe, insured ourselves against any future speaking assignments in the Hauula 1st Ward. This is not to say that there was any sort of fiasco, just that maybe the planning could have been better. They could have planned, for instance, to have a youth speaker (or two!) instead of “letting” the two of us have the whole meeting. They could have also planned to have a rest hymn that had more than one verse. But they didn’t. Of course, it was Liz who quickly glanced at the clock to ascertain the time and, in her haste, misread it, cut her talk short, and sat down at least five minutes before she really should have. Oops! And although Micah did his best to fill the time up, we still got out of Sacrament meeting 7 minutes early (which meant 7 minutes more of Sunday School, 7 minutes more of Primary). Micah did a nice job on his talk about obedience, but the only words Brother Alo had for Liz were, “Next time, speak longer.” However, the deacons did get a kick out of the stories Liz told about Micah’s car troubles. At least we know people were listening. Even the 12 year-olds.

But the Sacrament meeting stress was nothing compared to the CTR 5B class period. There were 8 kids, but the CTR 5A class had 9 and their room was smaller than mine, so we switched. The room was tiny. With 8 chairs and a table, there was very little room for the door to open. The kids kept putting their feet up on the table. The AC was on, but not doing a very good job of keeping things cool. It didn’t smell very good in there. But we pressed on. Unfortunately, the kids didn’t seem very interested in learning about obeying the law. They were plenty interested in knocking on the wall, poking their neighbors, peaking out the door, and noticing that my feet were turning red from standing for so long. They asked me where the treats were. There are no treats; we do not come to church to eat treats, I said. But Auntie Kathy always brought treats, they said. I’m not Auntie Kathy. But Auntie Kathy always wore a pink shirt. Can’t argue with that. I was wearing a pink shirt. My patience was wearing thin, but we only had 5 minutes left. That was when some father decided to discipline his child right outside our classroom window. I tried to talk over him, but I think the kids heard the two slaps, and they definitely heard the crying. It was kind of a demoralizing day. Next week will be better. Or maybe the one after that. I will conquer the five year-olds. I will love them, and they will love me.

Just you wait, Henry Higgins, just you wait.

Eight Legged Freak

Eight Legged Freak

There I was, minding my own business, being a good girl by writing my talk for sacrament meeting tomorrow. I looked around the room for inspiration, and what do I see in the corner, casually plotting my demise? This:
No, it is not a cane spider. I don’t even know what it is. I don’t want to know. It was the size of a small child. It is dead. Micah sprayed it. He is my hero. The end.

When You’re Helping You’re Happy

When You’re Helping You’re Happy

It’s been over a year and a half since we moved into our ward and we thought we had dodged the you-are-new-so-you-get-to-speak-in-church bullet. Apparently not. After setting us apart in our callings last Sunday (me as the CTR 5 teacher, Micah as the Young Men’s Secretary–don’t worry, he’s only been serving in his calling for a year) Brother Alo said, “And now let me give you the good news.” He then asked us how long we had been in the ward. “About eighteen months,” we said. “Have you spoken in Sacrament meeting yet?” he asked. We began to get the feeling that this wasn’t good news at all. But we agreed to it anyway.

Our topics are obedience and discernment. We are asking for your help and suggestions. Any favorite scriptures, stories, conference talks, insights, et cetera would be appreciated. Feel free to shoot us an email as well as post comments here.

When You're Helping You're Happy

When You're Helping You're Happy

It’s been over a year and a half since we moved into our ward and we thought we had dodged the you-are-new-so-you-get-to-speak-in-church bullet. Apparently not. After setting us apart in our callings last Sunday (me as the CTR 5 teacher, Micah as the Young Men’s Secretary–don’t worry, he’s only been serving in his calling for a year) Brother Alo said, “And now let me give you the good news.” He then asked us how long we had been in the ward. “About eighteen months,” we said. “Have you spoken in Sacrament meeting yet?” he asked. We began to get the feeling that this wasn’t good news at all. But we agreed to it anyway.

Our topics are obedience and discernment. We are asking for your help and suggestions. Any favorite scriptures, stories, conference talks, insights, et cetera would be appreciated. Feel free to shoot us an email as well as post comments here.