Archive for November, 2015

Candy crush

November 30th, 2015

Olivia said a boy at school has a crush on her. Apparently, some go-between came up and informed Olivia that the other boy likes her.

I was amused. "Really? Is he cute? Do you like him?"

"EEW, no. No way!" she spat back.

"Do you have a crush on anybody?" I asked.

"Not on boys. Just on food," she answered. FOOD! HA! Kid after my own heart.

"What kind of food?" I continued.

"Good tasting food. Candy. I have a candy crush," she said.

She kills me!

Beading project

November 27th, 2015

I've been waiting eight years to do this with my daughter! We beaded together this weekend!

I learned how to bead probably ten years ago from a couple of my girlfriends who were totally into it at the time. Hobbies, energies, and schedules change, and over the years, I've become the recipient of three people's beading hand-me-downs. I accumulated three kits of beads.

In the last five years, I myself slowed down considerably. I just have no time or energy. I considered passing along my beads to the next lucky girlfriend in the chain of crafters, but I decided one day, Olivia would be patient enough to enjoy it.

And the day finally came!


I'm not sure how this came up, but one weekend she wanted earrings and we made some glass rabbits for her.  She wore it to school and got a lot of compliments. It made her happy.

With Christmas coming up, I asked her if she'd like to make earrings for her girlfriends. She said yes!

So I eagerly brought out the kit one weekend and we had a delightful time combing through the little boxes and deciding how to pattern each pair of earrings.

It's not complicated and I'm really quite amateur in my skill set, but it's enough to appease an eight-year-old. It's amazing, really, how making six pairs of earrings easily took us a couple of hours, mostly because we were playing with all the pretty colors and shapes.

At the end of the session, we went into Mommy's gift wrapping storage and picked out fancy mesh bags to package it in. There are many colors. This also took a while, ha ha.

Although the whole process was about making and wrapping presents for other people, the true gift was all mine, because it was another lovely experience in time spent with my girl... That, and we got to do this leisurely, instead of at the last minute with me stressing out about meeting a deadline!

Christmas gifts 2015

November 25th, 2015

Kids. Blabbermouths. My goodness.

Olivia planned the Christmas gift exchange with each parent separately. Then told us about it.

Last week, as we were walking, she confessed as we passed a massage clinic, "I told Daddy about his Christmas gift."

I stopped and looked at her. "What? Why?"

She looked sheepish and said she was excited. I know, and it's fine, but *eye roll*

Then, last night, they come home and I see a brown bag on the counter. I ignore it. As we're all sitting there for dinner, Olivia says to me, "We got you your Christmas present already."

I look at her and said, "So you guys went to the health food store today?" I'm now into Ayurveda as an outgrowth of my interest in yoga, and requested floral scented oils.

She looked at him. He stopped reading his iPad and looked at her and sighed, "You are impossible."

She giggled. We all laughed.

So THEN he pulls one oil out of the bag to show me because he wasn't sure if kukui massage oil qualified. I had to approve my own gift! "You guys are impossible," I said. More laughter.

I lean over to look into the rest of the bag and he pulls it away. Pulls it away! "Well, why leave it out for me to see then?" I question.

"You leave bags lying around," he retorted.

"You're not nosy like me," I defended. (Or insulted myself.)

Husband gives into me and pulls out the rest of the bottles. To be safe, he got an assortment of scents. Coconut, pikake.

He's so funny about covering all his bases. This reminds me of when I was pregnant and to head off any midnight grocery runs for weird cravings, he took a stab at it and bought a grocery cart's-worth of a random assortment of junk food for me.

"I bought everything I could get my hands on. I bought a case of everything snack related. I really didn't want to be driving to Foodland at 3 a.m.," he recalls. Most of it went uneaten.

I didn't have big cravings, but I ate everything in sight. I'd order two entrees at the restaurant. Oh, and there was a little stretch of time in which I actually found pickle juice delicious and would drink it right out of the bottle.

But I digress. Back to 2015.

"So that's it? That's Christmas? It's not even December? That's the big gift surprise?" I stuttered.

We faux-glared at the kid. She giggled. "I promise I won't ruin any more secrets."

"Yes," we said. "Because there aren't anymore to ruin."

Yahoo Travel names Kalihi bakery best pie in state

November 24th, 2015

Where's the best place to get a pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving? Yahoo Travel says Hawaiian Pie Company in Kalihi-Kai is number one in the state. The bakery's website says it "specializes in melt-in-your-mouth buttery fruit pies and baked goods."

Yahoo Travel praised the bakery for "a pumpkin custard that adds an extra creamy dimension to the norm."

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Co-owner Jan Hori says the family owned and operated bakery is thrilled at the accolade, and wasn't even aware of it until a friend forwarded the article to them.

This is the write up from Yahoo Travel.

(This is the write up from Yahoo Travel.)

She and her family are currently in overdrive preparing for Thanksgiving orders. Hawaiian Pie Company will be open on Thursday, November 26. In the spirit of the season, Hori says they're all very thankful for the shout-out from Yahoo Travel!

Yahoo article here:


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The black cell phone case

November 23rd, 2015

My poor mom. The Alzheimers gets worse. She now doesn't remember my daughter Olivia's name. "Who is this pretty little girl? What's your name?" Popo asked Olivia upon first arriving.

We had a big family get together recently and my cousin and my dad have the same first name, Paul. Cousin Paul wanted a photo of my mother, me, and Olivia.

The three of us were standing there waiting for the photo and my mother kept getting distracted or confused. We kept saying, "Look there. Look at Paul."

Then I realized she was looking for my dad, who wasn't in the room at that moment. So I started pointing, "Look at that black phone. Look at that black thing." (She certainly has no idea what a cell phone is.)

"What?" she exclaimed at my manners. "That's not nice. He's our relative."

Huh? Then it dawned on me that she thought I was calling Paul a "black thing." I mean, he is deeply tanned, but no.

It's funny how the mind works with Alzheimers - what gets remembered and what doesn't. It's a grab bag.

So there's still room for humor in life, even in the sadness.

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