Planes, crows, pictures
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la_belle_laideOkay, I admit it's weird that my previous post is one of two boys making out hardcore and this one is...decidedly not, but you know that's just how I roll. So I never got into the last night of the trip and the flight home etc.
The last night, the night after the concert, was pretty sweet. We met up at 'Ohana and Jonathan came for dinner that night, too. I love having dinner with JoNathan at 'Ohana because mostly we all just sit around and chat. And he never fails to crack me up at some point. I love that boy. About halfway through dinner Uncles Moon, John and Jerome came in and I greeted them all. They were followed by Kaleo who came over to talk for a while. Then Lipoa came out (she was doing her show up there that night) and she came to our table and gave us all "special blue leis for the other real Hawaiians" which put a huge smile on my face. It always does, when someone make a reference to me being any kind of hanai. That's kind of a huge deal.
After dinner I stopped by to say hello to Uncles Moon, John and Jerome but I couldn't stay long because I still had so much to do and Jo-chan and I had to get up at EFFING 6:30 THE NEXT MORNING, and also I didn't want to crash their party. But I got to chat for just a little while with Uncle Moon (not like the old days when there was time for us to spend hours doing nothing but talking, just the two of us,) and at least to introduce them all to my Gran (they had already met my folks and Jo-chan last September.) Uncle Moon told me about a concert they're doing in NY in September and that I should go to it. I hope to, if I'm not in HI at the time. We'll see. ^_^
Downstairs, we hung around talking some more with JoNathan for a while and then out of the corner of my eye I see my beloved Brian come running over. The cool thing was we started talking about that halau from CA and he made some kind of mention about "that really hard pivot they were doing!" and how cool it was, which made me squee in delight. It's hard to explain, but this halau had such a rigid, hardcore 'auana style and I was babbling about it all night after the show to anyone who would listen, but no one got what I was saying. When Brian mentioned it I went all, "zOMGz I KNOW!" and we tried to explain it to JoNathan, who missed that section of the show. We must have been like two squealing fans, but dude, this halau was so effing neat.
Anyway, then we had to leave, I hate saying goodby to JoNathan but it is always with the promise of seeing him again soon. And I left with Brian blowing kisses out the door of the lobby, it was too cute.
So yeah, the next day Jo and I had to get up while it was still dark and catch the bus to the airport. At the airport, of course Jo was a terrorist with her filthy Al Qaida hand lotion from Epcot Center, (it was in one of those anti-terrorism ziplock bags, you know how ziplock is like the bane of Al-Qaida, but was just over 3 ounces and you know how terrorists never carry anything over 3 ounces,) and we had to go all the effing way back to the check-in line, stand in line all effing over again while she checked her terrorist backpack, then stand in the effing line for the effing X-Ray and metal detector in which we were not terrorists this time around, and we just made it to the gate in time to get a good spot on the C line while I ran to get breakfast of two stale blueberry muffins.
I love flying, but I hate airports.
Back home, we jetted all the way back to eastern LI and before even going home, we ran to the store for groceries and pizza. Ate lunch really quickly then ran down to work to pick up the Ninja Wizards, who were frantic and maniacal and ridiculous, Trisky howling in the car all the way home. She howled until she broke her howler actually, because when she tried to howl at home (she was so worked up she just wouldn't quit,) all she could manage to do was throw her head back and make her "howl" face while nothing came out. It was pretty funny, I have to say.
That was yesterday. This morning Haku woke me up at 7 AM whining to go out, which ended in him pretty much exploding with diarrhea. WTF? I sent the right food along and everything. Actually, they all have it, but Haku worst of all. It was like every hour with him, he'd be exploding again. >_> The rest of the day was freaking out of bounds. Here and I thought I'd just set up my bird cages, then Jo and I would run down to Laura's to pick up my remaining birds and I'd set them all up, ashtray's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt. This was not to be. First, as it happened, we were never sure who was picking Jo-chan up or when, so fir the first part of the morning we had to wait to find that out. Then around 11 AM, my poor cousin across the street calls me up, says holy crap, her dog has a huge swelling on his face, and can I come and look at it? I did, and to be sure, it's definitely something for the vets. Only my cousin can't get there, so I offer to drive her. Then we're not sure what time they can take her dog, at first it's going to be 5 when her husband is home and he can drive her. But about an hour later, the dog's eye is all swollen too, so we decide to not take any chances and we go running down to the vets, my two cousins, one exuberant boxer and myself. Actually it was kind of fun. The vet said she thought it was an infection of some sort (can you be a little more vague? That's way too specific for me. Seriously, the folks I work for would have been all over this and this vet was like, "Hmm... I wonder what it could be! Here, have some pills.") But anyway, we went home and then it ended up that SB was coming to pick up Jo-Chan and we were waiting on him.
SB got here around 2:30 and he stayed to talk for a while, for which I was so grateful because as I've mentioned before, I never get to see this kid anymore.
Directly after they both left I high-tailed it at light speed to Laura's house (after letting the dogs out once more and putting Haku in his crate, let me tell you today was fully crazed.) Laura and I were both curious to see how Lohi'au was going to react when he saw me. She had been hinting to me--okay, scratch hinting, outright telling me not to release him, that was her gut feeling. But his reaction when he saw me was going to seal or break the deal. Well let me tell you, the bird freaked out. He started baby-calling "MA! MA! MA!" and begging like he hadn't done for Laura all week. He jumped on my arm and pulled my hair and flew to my shoulder and stood on my head and generally made a big scene. Laura was like, "You can't release him. He picked you." She also said that she had gotten to know him pretty well over this week, and that out of the hundreds of crows she's seen and rehabbed over the years, he was like one of ten that she thought was just sort of different from the rest. She thinks he's smarter and just plain weirder. He plans things and communicates and he seems to be thinking things through. I haven't known too many crows, but I will say that he is kind of obsessed with cause and effect. He does enjoy making things happen, it fascinates him. Also, the pox he has has gotten a little worst. It had started on his eye a few weeks ago then went to his wings and feet. He's still got it a little on his feet, but now he's got it on his beak, too. Also he lost some weight. So I still have a lot of concerns about his health. Anyway, there was no way she could have put him with the other crows while he is still contagious and generally compromised like this.
I guess I have to build another cage. O_o S'up, huge responsibility? Oh! And the good news is that my robin with the hugely broken leg, like I mean snapped in half, is up and perching and all of that stuff. I did my specialty, the One Handed Splint the day I got him. Seems to have worked, so like, go me and all of that.
So of course, I pretty much have to share some of my pics, no? Mais oui.
A cute snail that was slithering around.
BAD TOUCH!
Seriously, those mannequins were put there like that on purpose, they had to be.
I kid you not, people.
This was funnier to me than it should have been. PACKAGES!
Switching up figurines in stores is an old tradition. Imagine my delight when I found a nativity.
My henna tattoo when I first got it.
It's pretty much gone by now since I wash my hands so much.
Oh, and the sun really burns my eyes now, as you can see.
Seriously, since the surgery, a few hours in the sun is enough to make my eyes like the effing desert.
A crow in a palm tree.
Jo-chan and I zooming around in tiny little boats.
Makaha Sons.
Auntie's halau dancing for Kaleo. You can see Auntie in her purple dress, with Brian dancing next to her.
Aren't they lovely?
Oh, I remember! One more thing. On the plane there, Jo-chan and I were watching Monty Python DVDs. I've been trying to get her into MP for a while, she's at the perfect age for it. This one episode seemed to totally seal the deal. Also, it was something that has been an inside joke between my Mom and I for ages, words that were tinny or woody, for at least 17 years, the duration of my obsession with Monty Python. But I'd forgotten how goddamn effing hilarious this sketch was.
This was one we watched on the plane, and when Michael Palin (I'd still mack this guy even to this day, I'd effing marry him, fo' realz yo,) starts to sing and Eric Idle dies, I laughed so hard I nearly fell out of my chair and into the aisle. I had to watch it and rewatch it just like I used to do back in the day when I had all the episodes on tape. It's not even the "CARIBOUUU GOOOOOOONE!" and it's not even the, "Really dear? How about 'tit'?!" that slayed me, it was Michael Palin. I shrieked with laughter right there on the airplane and the guy next to me (who was cute) seemed to think that was pretty funny because he just watched me with this amused look on his face. Seriously, give it a looksee. If it doesn't kill you, you're likely already dead.
From that same episode, in transcript here: THE COURTMARTIAL/ANYTHING GOES IN SKETCH!
Okay so this entry is all over the place, I should STFU and go to bed now. What that Monty Python sketch, people. It's good for you.
The last night, the night after the concert, was pretty sweet. We met up at 'Ohana and Jonathan came for dinner that night, too. I love having dinner with JoNathan at 'Ohana because mostly we all just sit around and chat. And he never fails to crack me up at some point. I love that boy. About halfway through dinner Uncles Moon, John and Jerome came in and I greeted them all. They were followed by Kaleo who came over to talk for a while. Then Lipoa came out (she was doing her show up there that night) and she came to our table and gave us all "special blue leis for the other real Hawaiians" which put a huge smile on my face. It always does, when someone make a reference to me being any kind of hanai. That's kind of a huge deal.
After dinner I stopped by to say hello to Uncles Moon, John and Jerome but I couldn't stay long because I still had so much to do and Jo-chan and I had to get up at EFFING 6:30 THE NEXT MORNING, and also I didn't want to crash their party. But I got to chat for just a little while with Uncle Moon (not like the old days when there was time for us to spend hours doing nothing but talking, just the two of us,) and at least to introduce them all to my Gran (they had already met my folks and Jo-chan last September.) Uncle Moon told me about a concert they're doing in NY in September and that I should go to it. I hope to, if I'm not in HI at the time. We'll see. ^_^
Downstairs, we hung around talking some more with JoNathan for a while and then out of the corner of my eye I see my beloved Brian come running over. The cool thing was we started talking about that halau from CA and he made some kind of mention about "that really hard pivot they were doing!" and how cool it was, which made me squee in delight. It's hard to explain, but this halau had such a rigid, hardcore 'auana style and I was babbling about it all night after the show to anyone who would listen, but no one got what I was saying. When Brian mentioned it I went all, "zOMGz I KNOW!" and we tried to explain it to JoNathan, who missed that section of the show. We must have been like two squealing fans, but dude, this halau was so effing neat.
Anyway, then we had to leave, I hate saying goodby to JoNathan but it is always with the promise of seeing him again soon. And I left with Brian blowing kisses out the door of the lobby, it was too cute.
So yeah, the next day Jo and I had to get up while it was still dark and catch the bus to the airport. At the airport, of course Jo was a terrorist with her filthy Al Qaida hand lotion from Epcot Center, (it was in one of those anti-terrorism ziplock bags, you know how ziplock is like the bane of Al-Qaida, but was just over 3 ounces and you know how terrorists never carry anything over 3 ounces,) and we had to go all the effing way back to the check-in line, stand in line all effing over again while she checked her terrorist backpack, then stand in the effing line for the effing X-Ray and metal detector in which we were not terrorists this time around, and we just made it to the gate in time to get a good spot on the C line while I ran to get breakfast of two stale blueberry muffins.
I love flying, but I hate airports.
Back home, we jetted all the way back to eastern LI and before even going home, we ran to the store for groceries and pizza. Ate lunch really quickly then ran down to work to pick up the Ninja Wizards, who were frantic and maniacal and ridiculous, Trisky howling in the car all the way home. She howled until she broke her howler actually, because when she tried to howl at home (she was so worked up she just wouldn't quit,) all she could manage to do was throw her head back and make her "howl" face while nothing came out. It was pretty funny, I have to say.
That was yesterday. This morning Haku woke me up at 7 AM whining to go out, which ended in him pretty much exploding with diarrhea. WTF? I sent the right food along and everything. Actually, they all have it, but Haku worst of all. It was like every hour with him, he'd be exploding again. >_> The rest of the day was freaking out of bounds. Here and I thought I'd just set up my bird cages, then Jo and I would run down to Laura's to pick up my remaining birds and I'd set them all up, ashtray's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt. This was not to be. First, as it happened, we were never sure who was picking Jo-chan up or when, so fir the first part of the morning we had to wait to find that out. Then around 11 AM, my poor cousin across the street calls me up, says holy crap, her dog has a huge swelling on his face, and can I come and look at it? I did, and to be sure, it's definitely something for the vets. Only my cousin can't get there, so I offer to drive her. Then we're not sure what time they can take her dog, at first it's going to be 5 when her husband is home and he can drive her. But about an hour later, the dog's eye is all swollen too, so we decide to not take any chances and we go running down to the vets, my two cousins, one exuberant boxer and myself. Actually it was kind of fun. The vet said she thought it was an infection of some sort (can you be a little more vague? That's way too specific for me. Seriously, the folks I work for would have been all over this and this vet was like, "Hmm... I wonder what it could be! Here, have some pills.") But anyway, we went home and then it ended up that SB was coming to pick up Jo-Chan and we were waiting on him.
SB got here around 2:30 and he stayed to talk for a while, for which I was so grateful because as I've mentioned before, I never get to see this kid anymore.
Directly after they both left I high-tailed it at light speed to Laura's house (after letting the dogs out once more and putting Haku in his crate, let me tell you today was fully crazed.) Laura and I were both curious to see how Lohi'au was going to react when he saw me. She had been hinting to me--okay, scratch hinting, outright telling me not to release him, that was her gut feeling. But his reaction when he saw me was going to seal or break the deal. Well let me tell you, the bird freaked out. He started baby-calling "MA! MA! MA!" and begging like he hadn't done for Laura all week. He jumped on my arm and pulled my hair and flew to my shoulder and stood on my head and generally made a big scene. Laura was like, "You can't release him. He picked you." She also said that she had gotten to know him pretty well over this week, and that out of the hundreds of crows she's seen and rehabbed over the years, he was like one of ten that she thought was just sort of different from the rest. She thinks he's smarter and just plain weirder. He plans things and communicates and he seems to be thinking things through. I haven't known too many crows, but I will say that he is kind of obsessed with cause and effect. He does enjoy making things happen, it fascinates him. Also, the pox he has has gotten a little worst. It had started on his eye a few weeks ago then went to his wings and feet. He's still got it a little on his feet, but now he's got it on his beak, too. Also he lost some weight. So I still have a lot of concerns about his health. Anyway, there was no way she could have put him with the other crows while he is still contagious and generally compromised like this.
I guess I have to build another cage. O_o S'up, huge responsibility? Oh! And the good news is that my robin with the hugely broken leg, like I mean snapped in half, is up and perching and all of that stuff. I did my specialty, the One Handed Splint the day I got him. Seems to have worked, so like, go me and all of that.
So of course, I pretty much have to share some of my pics, no? Mais oui.
A cute snail that was slithering around.
BAD TOUCH!
Seriously, those mannequins were put there like that on purpose, they had to be.
I kid you not, people.
This was funnier to me than it should have been. PACKAGES!
Switching up figurines in stores is an old tradition. Imagine my delight when I found a nativity.
My henna tattoo when I first got it.
It's pretty much gone by now since I wash my hands so much.
Oh, and the sun really burns my eyes now, as you can see.
Seriously, since the surgery, a few hours in the sun is enough to make my eyes like the effing desert.
A crow in a palm tree.
Jo-chan and I zooming around in tiny little boats.
Makaha Sons.
Auntie's halau dancing for Kaleo. You can see Auntie in her purple dress, with Brian dancing next to her.
Aren't they lovely?
Oh, I remember! One more thing. On the plane there, Jo-chan and I were watching Monty Python DVDs. I've been trying to get her into MP for a while, she's at the perfect age for it. This one episode seemed to totally seal the deal. Also, it was something that has been an inside joke between my Mom and I for ages, words that were tinny or woody, for at least 17 years, the duration of my obsession with Monty Python. But I'd forgotten how goddamn effing hilarious this sketch was.
This was one we watched on the plane, and when Michael Palin (I'd still mack this guy even to this day, I'd effing marry him, fo' realz yo,) starts to sing and Eric Idle dies, I laughed so hard I nearly fell out of my chair and into the aisle. I had to watch it and rewatch it just like I used to do back in the day when I had all the episodes on tape. It's not even the "CARIBOUUU GOOOOOOONE!" and it's not even the, "Really dear? How about 'tit'?!" that slayed me, it was Michael Palin. I shrieked with laughter right there on the airplane and the guy next to me (who was cute) seemed to think that was pretty funny because he just watched me with this amused look on his face. Seriously, give it a looksee. If it doesn't kill you, you're likely already dead.
From that same episode, in transcript here: THE COURTMARTIAL/ANYTHING GOES IN SKETCH!
Okay so this entry is all over the place, I should STFU and go to bed now. What that Monty Python sketch, people. It's good for you.
