We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.
Where do we even start? We had tons to blog about before the earthquake . . . now we are simply swamped with stuff we want to tell everyone. Here it goes:
We moved on Saturday. It took us all day, largely because we didn’t bother asking anybody to help us out, except when we needed a truck to move our garden, desk, and chair. Other than that, Micah did all of the loading and unloading, and Liz did all of the cleaning. We made a great team. We got all of our stuff into the new apartment at about 9:00pm and then headed down to Wal-Mart for a few things we didn’t think we could get by without–sheets and utensils and stuff like that. We hadn’t gone very far when we passed a bus that was broken down on the side of the road. There were a few people hitch-hiking, and since we have had personal experiences with broken down buses, we were empathetic and decided to give them a ride. There were four of them crammed in the back of Baby Beluga, but they just needed to go to Turtle Bay, which isn’t far. They said that we were the second car to offer them a ride, but the first guy seemed a little drunk and was asking them for money. They were just about to give up when we pulled over, and they immediately sensed that we had good karma (those were their exact words). By the time we exchanged our bus adventure stories, we were at Turtle Bay and it was time to say good-bye. As we were leaving, a guy came chasing after us wondering if he could have a ride to Wahiawa, which is the town right before the town where the Wal-Mart is. Gus sure did keep us entertained on the long ride down. He had a some good stories about why he believes in God and how he ended up in Hawaii. About half-way down the road, he stopped his stories to let us know that our car had good karma (once again, his exact words). We were glad that we had it out of the mouths of two witnesses. Of course, we probably could have guessed it on our own, considering how things worked out for us this weekend. More on that in coming posts.
How random is that? Really now, how often do you A) hear the phrase “good karma” and B) what are the chances twice right in a row? By golly I don’t know what you guys do to put off such a strong “good karma” but hey, if it helps another out you might as well keep on keepin’ on.
Did you say, “yeah, man, it’s called, ‘The Spirit’”??
Oh man-I understand what Gus was talking about! I got stuck on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere with three of my little asian friends…with an hour more to go. There were people that stopped, but we waited until the person (and their spacious car) gave us good karma. The lady was way nice and took us into a town to a bus stop that would take us to the right place.
Hahahaha!! I LOVE jodie’s comment! It says it all.
Hey just copied me..ouch..