I love Hawaii. I really do. In fact, even though I am day-glow white, I think I might actually be a native Hawaiian. I’m basing this on the fact that I’m always late for everything–which apparently is also known as “Hawaiian time”. Plus I stay up until midnight every night, which is only 9:00 p.m. in Hawaii, therefore proving my internal clock is set to somewhere in Polynesia. Also, I could totally do the moo-moo thing when I get older. I already wear flip-flops most of the year.
So anyway, my husband and I just went to Hawaii to drop off our daughter who is staying there this summer. The entire summer. How unfair is that? I never got to do cool things like that when I was her age because, let me think, oh yeah, I was a poor married student.
Anyway, she is having a blast. Here are some pictures from the trip.
Here we are at the Polynesian Cultural Center, which is lush and green and not an Arizonan desert. The weather was great there. It’s 108 in Arizona and will be that way for the next six months. All of you in normal states should feel sorry for me.
Here I am on a little pink blowup raft drifting off to sea. It was a bit windy that day and my husband started to panic that I wasn’t paying attention to the fact that I was literally being blown away. Okay, so in fact I wasn’t paying attention, but eventually I noticed and paddled back to shore. He needn’t have worried. However for the rest of that afternoon he stood in the water with one hand holding my raft so I wouldn’t drift off again. In so many ways this is a metaphor for our life together.
[This photo has been removed because my daughter works in the public schools, and her students are far too fond of looking her up on google.]
This is a picture of my beautiful daughter standing near the ocean. If you are planning a trip to the beach, I wouldn’t recommend you take along a beautiful daughter. We swam every day and in most pictures I look like something the cat dragged in (and then left to ferment with the dirty laundry.) She always looked gorgeous no matter what. Seriously. In fact . . .
here is a picture of her with some random tourist who saw me taking her picture and asked if he could have his picture with her because “she looked just like a supermodel”.