Category Archives: Travel

What the hey?  It’s April and we are still getting dumped on with snow?  I would give anything to be back here:

Rainbow Tower, Hilton Hawaiian Village

A room with a view:

From our window on the 31st floor

I love looking at all of the sailboats in the harbor.  Can you believe I never ventured over to the other window to take a few snaps of our beach? 

Venturing out on the lava rocks

While Mr. Farish was busy working I was busy visiting all of my favorite places:

Sunning … Eating … Shopping… Eating … Visiting … Eating … Remembering … Eating … Snorkeling … Eating … Relaxing … Eating … Hiking … Eating … Meeting … Eating … Chinatown … Eating … International Market Place … Eating… North Shore Waves … Lobster… Cemetaries… Roadside Shrimp Stands … Lobster … but best of all …  Time with my man … Heaven!

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The Friendly Skies

Back from Hawaii with lots to tell … But before I do, let me share a bit about our flights …

> Our outbound flight attendants from SLC to LA were the classic kind that looked down their noses at each passenger and seemed incredibly bored to be amongst the lower classes.  Resign yourself to self-suffiecieny because they are just waaaaaaaaay to busy to deal with minions.
 
> LA to Hawaii – Some of the perkiest fellas ever!  Swishy doesn’t begin to describe it … it was more of a sashay-glide thing.  SOOOO super swell to watch… beverage service was the BEST.  I asked for water, no pretzels etc.  Picture this:  The right eyebrow raises, the hands fly up to the chest as he exclaims, “oh, honey are you shorrrre about that?”  … instant bonding that earned me little winks of understanding the rest of the flight.  (in hindsight, he was probably directing those winks to Mr. Farish … who slept almost the entire flight)
 
> HI back to SLC – definitely the “senior attendants”  I swear not a one was under 60 years old!  Swear to it!  Old, gray and utterly worn out after the first foray down the aisle with the beverage cart.  Poor ol’ gays and gals!  Lane and I were laughing like giddy punch-drunk college kids as we watched the ubber red lipstick of one glide ever so slowly down her mouth lines and onto her chin … you’ve all seen your Aunt Marge after tea … the cheek powder is caking, the lipstick smearing and oh my, are people really still painting on their eyebrows?  (I wonder if one gets tired of always looking so surpised?)  I have never in my life seen such a filthy airplane at the conclusion of a flight.  The senior citizens, clearly up way past their usual 7 pm bedtime had definitely given in to exhaustion!  trash everywhere and believe it or not, some of the seniors were actually sitting down instead of thanking us for flying … I think the utterance of a simple “Buh-bye” might very well have exhausted their very last breath… therefore, conserve.  
 
Sometimes the in-flight antics are better than the in-flight movies … of which I saw many.

in-flight food service?  go here:  http://sandraspantry.wordpress.com

Aloha

In a few short hours Mr. Farish and I will be boarding a plane for Hawaii.  A spur of the moment vacation for me and a working vacation for Mr. F.  I can’t begin to tell you how timely this is.   See you in seven days … Aloha!

Poor Kid

Driving up 8th North this morning on my way to work I saw one of the saddest sights ever …
 
A student driver being questioned by a police officer after apparently hitting the car in front of him!  How sad is that?! 
 
Now I am wondering who gets the ticket? 
                     > The student driver who has no license?
                     > The driving instructor?  (who is also the gym teacher, we all know that)
                     > Will this impede the poor kids ability to even get said license?
                     > Will Mr. Gym continue to teach drivers ed?
                     > Was the police officer being a Mr. Hard-ass- teach-em a-lesson type     -or-
                     > Was the police officer gentle and reassuring?
                     > Will the student be marked late for school?
                     > Will he now fail gym?
 
So many questions!  I sure hope the driver of the car that was hit showed kindness and understanding.  What a bummer for the poor little driving student.
 
and just a little bit … so glad it wasn’t my car he hit … Poor ol’ Eugene already sports several scrapes and dents ala Grandpa Rolly… but then, maybe that would have been ok too ’cause what’s one more little bump but character.   right? 

Driving Home

When I got home from work Friday i was in the best mood.  Here’s why:
 
     * Only two red lights before getting on the freeway … versus the usual 6
 
* Letting a truck merge over in front of me and getting a kindly wave
 
      * Seeing a golden lab in the bed of a truck, ears flapping in the wind … I would swear he was smiling
 
* Listening to a really fab mixed CD from Dustin
 
      * Watching an old woman behind me fluffing her hair in the rearview
 
* Seeing all of the blossoms on the trees … and smelling them instead of exhaust
 
      * Watching a very sensible husky in another truck bed sitting smack-dab center, staring at me
 
* Realizing that I was laughing at loud all alone in my car
 
                                         The start of a really great weekend

Always Keep a Spare Toothbrush With You

 
 
American Fork in the morning smells like burnt broccoli.  Guess what I did on my way in?  One of these days I am going to be cited for littering the highway … at least it’s organic and biodegradible … and well, since I am only having liquids right now, it’s not THAT bad.
 

Welcome to Friday

So I’m driving along to work this morning, minding my own beeswax as I approach the 8th North off-ramp for work … the light is green turned yellow turned red by the time I glide right on through.  Now as I approached the light I mentally asked myself, "self, can you stop in time or will there be ice?" to which I replied to myself, "self, there will be ice and you don’t want to slide, I don’t see any cars going East/West, go ahead, go on through."  So I listened to myself only to have a sudden flash of XXXXXXXXX in my rearview mirrow.  Yep!  Highway Trooper 3J331, ready and eager to inquire as to the reason why ma’am decided it was best to go through that red light.  Well yes officer, there was.  Ice!  "Ma’am, there hasn’t been ice on this road for two days."  Now how am I supposed to know this?  There is ALWAYS ice on that exit.  I have slid on it enough times to know this…there IS ice.  But I do not protest, after all, I did go through the light…but DAMN!  I dutifully hand over my license (that mercifully still says I weigh 106#), dig out my registration (buried amongst all the other junk) and I patiently wait … and wait … and wait.  I start to wonder if officer friendly is taking his donut and coffee break or if he has called for backup in order to apprehend the red-light felon.  I continue to wait some more … and wait … and wait.  I decide that he is having a complete and hearty breakfast and aloowing for complete digestion before he is able to proceed with public enemy #1.  Knock, knock, knock on the window … sheesh!  He scared me to death that stealth little fella!  I unroll the window as my heart tries to resume a normal lub-dub pattern.  Dear, young officer 3J331 starts to explain that Ma’am will need to sign the ticket "while not admitting guilt" and has the right to go to traffic school to reduce points from my record.  Traffic School?  Points?  I am NOT going to traffic school on my day off for a few lousy points!  "Do you have an idea how much this ticket will cost?" I politely inquire.  "Around $90.00".  to which I blurt out, "$90.00?  Oh HON! That’s not a Merry Christmas."  (startling both of us I’m sure)  In fact, Officer 3J331 is so startled he is suddenly tongue-tied…I doubt even his mother doesn’t call him ‘Hon’.  Oops, that was a slip o’ my tongue indeed.  Finally having regained his composure, Officer 3J331 reminds me to mind the rules of the road and stop for red lights in the future.  "Yes sir I certainly will."  and off I drive … with my new friend right behind me the rest of the way to work … which included a stop at the local Juice n Java for coffee …
 
Here’s the kicker … while he is tailing me closely, the car to my left goes sailing right through a RED LIGHT and he didn’t pursue the fella!  What’s up with that?