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Tell All Tuesday: Something Strange and Organic

In June of 2010 we flew to Oregon to visit my husband’s family. While there we visited the wonderful Tilamook Cheese Factory. They really do have the best cheeses, over priced, but wow are they delicious and so is the ice cream. Yum-Yum!

In the factory there is a cute little gift shop. Mother-In-Law wanted me to have a souvenir from the trip so she purchased me a cute journal. Cow Patterned.
It is absolutely adorable with its cow spots, and a special journal it is. No, not only because my in-laws gave it to me, but because of what it is made of.

Recycled Cow Poo!

When leaving Oregon, we flew out of PDX. As I reached the TSA scan, the agent pulled both my husband and I out of the line. Re-scanned my carry-on not once, not twice, not even three or four times, but five times, after pulling everything out and rummaging through it. Scanning both of us also, then calling a manager over and saying, “I have checked and check and rechecked, some strange organic material is showing up, but nothing is in here.” The manager checked sent it through again and asked us what we thought it might be, I had a lighthouse that I bought from Tilamook. I told them to open it and check it out. Nothing. When they were sufficiently satisfied that we were not terrorists and not hiding anything, they cleared us, threw everything back in my bag, and sent us on our way.

As we were in the air, the pilot had just announced we were over Denver,I busted out laughing. I woke my husband up. “THE COW POO JOURNAL!!! THE COW POO JOURNAL!!! That’s what was strange and organic! THE COW POO JOURNAL!!”

Silly Saturday: It’s Laughter Time! YAY!!!

I am finding that Silly Saturday is one of my favorite days to write. I love laughter. I usually create laughter at my infirmities and short comings, I suppose it is a defense mechanism.

One example that comes to mind, is how I get car sick really really easily. The sure fire way you know I am about to completely lose the battle against it is that I start laughing hysterically, and I cannot stop. My step-daughters used to think that was the most hilarious thing. I remember riding on Germantown Road between Hillsboro and Portland, Oregon. That is one winding and twinding road over the mountain. My husband liked taking it fast. My stomach was lost of the first curve. I started laughing. My laughter intensified when from the backseat I hear hear two girls yelling and laughing, “Oh NO! She is laughing!!! She is going to spew!”. There is nowhere to pull off on the road and we did not have a bag in the car. I blasted the AC in my face and opened the window the get the air rushing more, that sometimes helps. Between the laughter at myself, the girls, the air, and we finally found flat ground “spew” free. Found a parking lot for me to walk around in for a few minutes, crisis was averted. Whew!

Yes, laughing at myself, is something I do. I once to laughed much more than I do these days, so taking Saturdays to finding jokes or funny things reminds me to laugh.

Today I am going to share a few jokes that I found that are quite comical.

Wrong Email

A Minnesota couple decided to vacation to Florida during the winter. They planned to stay at the very same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So, the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday. His wife would fly down the following day.

The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an e-mail to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her e-mail address, and without realizing his error, he sent the e-mail.

Meanwhile…..somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home from her husband’s funeral. He was a minister of many years who was called home to glory following a sudden heart attack. The widow decided to check her e-mail, expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she fainted.

The widow’s son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:

To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I’ve Arrived
Date: 16 May 2003
I know you’re surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send e-mails to your loved ones. I’ve just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then! Hope your journey is not as uneventful as mine was.
P.S. Sure is hot down here!


Red Shirt

There was a captain sailing on the sea during a battle. His servant came up to him and the captain said, “bring me my red shirt”.

So, the servant did as the captain said.

After that the servant came up to the captain and said, Why did you say bring me my red shirt”?

The captain said, “Well if i get shot they won’t see the blood.

The next day the servant came up to the captain and said, “There are 50 ships on the horizon.”

The captain said, “Bring me my brown pants.”

Doggone Brilliant

A wealthy man decided to go on a safari in Africa. He took his faithful pet dachshund along for company. One day, the dachshund starts chasing butterflies and before long the dachshund discovers that he is lost.

So, wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the obvious intention of having him for lunch. The dachshund thinks, “I’m in deep trouble now!” Then he noticed some bones on the ground close by, and immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat.

Just as the leopard is about to leap, the dachshund exclaims loudly, “Boy, that was one delicious leopard. I wonder if there are any more around here.”

Hearing this, the leopard halts his attack in mid-stride, as a look of terror comes over him, and slinks away into the trees.

“Whew,” says the leopard. “That was close. That dachshund nearly had me.”

Meanwhile, a monkey, who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So, off he goes.

But the dachshund saw him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figured that something must be up.

The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. The leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, “Here monkey, hop on my back and see what’s going to happen to that conniving canine.”

Now the dachshund sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back, and thinks, “What am I going to do now?” But instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn’t seen them yet. And, just when they get close enough to hear, the dachshund says:

“Where’s that darn monkey? Sent him off half an hour ago to bring me another leopard.”

Letter From Grandma

I got a letter from Grandma the other day.

She writes: The other day, I went up to a local Christian bookstore and saw a “Honk if you love Jesus” bumper sticker. I was feeling particularly sassy that day, because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting; so I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.

Boy, I’m glad I did! What an uplifting experience that followed!!

I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good He is… and I didn’t notice that the light had changed. It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn’t honked, I’d never have noticed!

I found that LOTS of people love Jesus!

Why, while I was sitting there, the guy behind me started honking like crazy, and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, “For the love of GOD!! GO! Jesus Christ, GO!” What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus!

Everyone started honking! I just leaned out of my window and started waving and smiling at all these loving people. I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love!

There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a “sunny beach”….

I saw another waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air. I asked my teenage grandson, in the back seat, what that meant. In a strange voice He said that it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something.

Well, I’ve never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign back. My grandson burst out laughing… why, even he was enjoying this religious experience!

A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me. I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed. I waved to all my sisters and brothers, grinning, and drove on through the intersection.

I noticed I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again, and I felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared; so I slowed the car down, leaned out of the window, and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away.

Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!


Wishful Wednesday: Aloha! Come With Me…

Last year my sister and I went to Oahu, Hawaii. The North shore is amazingly beautiful. Waikiki and Honolulu too busy for my relaxation.

For today’s dream I am going back there.

In the small town of Laie there is a bungalow, just 81 steps from our door to the cool clear waters of the Hawaiian shore. I know the exact number of steps because I counted them on my first visit. This is where I want to stay. This is where we will stay. We book our peaceful haven several months in advance to make sure it is ours.

Upon our arrival we are met with the traditional Aloha spirit, and given the key. After dropping our luggage inside the door, I grab my husband’s hand and pull him down the pathway to the beach. I cannot wait to show him our treasure. Our beach.

We have said since we were married that we wanted to run away to a secluded island. Our touch of paradise in Laie is as close to that secluded island dream as I could ever imagine.

The sand here is nothing like the sand in Georgia or the sand on the Oregon coastline, where he is from. Tiny pieces of luffa and lava give you the perfect spa treatment. It almost feels and looks like uncooked grits with pepper flecks. You sink much deeper in this sand, getting a workout as you go. As we walked hand in hand, I enjoyed watching his face about as much as watching the scenery.

This is the view from our beach up to the bungalows.

In Georgia, the sun sets behind you when you are looking at the water, here, picture perfect romantic night. Watching the sun go down over the Pacific on our own private beach with your spouse embracing you. You are the only two people in the world. You hear the waves crashing, the wind blowing, and feel an occassional mist from the waves spraying as they crash into the rocks.

This is the view from our bungalow.

This is another view down to the beach from the yard.

The next morning we planned our day at the “PCC” or Polynesian Cultural Center, during my first visit we had listened to others and not allowed ourselves a full day there and ended up missing several of the shows and exhibits, we would not make that mistake this time. Another mistake that I had caused last time that I did not this time, we walked across the street to the PCC. Last time I insisted on driving, and we parked about the distance from the bungalow and it cost us $8. Lesson learned.

In the gates PCC you get transported to the different islands of Polynesia. There are exhibits, shows, and crafts performed by each island. My favorite two (though I have to admit I am still going off of my first visit experience here) were Tonga and Samoa. I was now a pro at the Samoan coconut dance. I have the video to prove it, but that is one video that will not be posted.

The Tongan drum show is so funny. I think we both about wet ourselves laughing. (Thank you YouTube for recording so I could put this in my dream.)

Here are a few other pictures from our day at PCC.

These were from the parade of floats.

Dancers from Samoa.

Samoan Tree Climber

We ended the evening with a Luau and the show Ha: The Breath of Life. The Royals were there. 🙂

The food was royally delish! I still cannot get over how much I love poi, raw fish, with onions. I refuse to call it sushi. The mango pineapple smoothie was just perfect. I learned from my first visit we did not need to order two, the smoothie is served in a whole pineapple. This is all before the real food is served. I fell in love with mango my first trip to Hawaii, and now it is my citrus fruit of choice. Hawaiians, like Southerners, know how to put on a spread of food. We ate until we were stuffed.

Ha: The Breath of Life is a beautiful moving story told by each island. It is also an amazing fire show. I understand why no cameras are allowed, but I was still bummed. The show is gorgeous in an outdoor theater with the Hawaiian sky as a back drop.

After a long exciting and hot day, I am very glad that our bungalow is just across the road. My feet are aching, I am exhausted, but it has been a great day. We walk arm in arm across the busy street. Snuggle into our bed, whisper the words, “I love you.”

I cannot wait to see what adventure tomorrow holds.