Never posted this wrote it a while ago....hum dee dum
Well life deserves an update.
Today Liz and I were doing our laundry and deemed it necessary and important to stop by some of the local garage sales...to meet our neighbors of course...(even though National Good Neighbor Day isn't until tomorrow). Neither of us were interested in acquiring more junk...no sirree!! not Liz and I.... :)
Well although there was the temptation, we did leave the box of furry green fabric and various halloween costume accessories including giant ears alone.
Probably the best part of the whole garage sale day experience was meeting a lady named Marilyn whose life mission it is to spread the story of the orgin of the shaka. She first invited us in to see her Wizard of Oz collection and then flashed us the hang loose sign and said there's a story to go with that if you have some time. You could tell she was just dying to share it. So she started at first like she was telling the story of a friend she knew, but then I realized it was rhyming...and then she added hand motions and was going up and down with her voice getting all excited as if she was telling an irish folk tale to a big group of wide-eyed children.
"....Three fingers from his hand were gone, Undaunted still he carried on, he was the guard on the old train which transported suigar cane......another day he challenged eight, Samoans husky tall and great, to take an end of one long rope..."
It's part of the long poem she wrote and recited by heart to us on the steps of her front porch.
Anyway it was funny. She said he lost his 3 middle fingers in a quarry accident, and she likes to think it was while getting stone to build the temple, but there's a lot of different versions of that part of the story. Some say an eel bit off his fingers, others a shark, and then there's the most common one that he lost the fingers in a sugar mill accident and kind of developed because of the way it looked when he waved to people from a distance. Some people wrote about how funny when he raised his hand to sustain people in church. Pretty cool because she actually sent her poem to the sculptor who did a bust of Hamana Kalili--Eugene Fairbanks who is related to Avard Fairbanks the man who did all the sculptures for the Temple in Hawaii.
So in the end, we ended up with these irish knome lephrachauns and these blue toy semi-automatic "Combat patrol M-16 toy millitary rifles." "Realistic sound, no batteries required, orange tip for safety. For defenders age 5 and up" our favorite lines from the packaging.
The other day I accompanied Sarah and her sister to the dollar store. At first she hesitated to let me come along because she knew I would dawdle around for a long time, but then realized I had just been there the day before and there couldn't be that much that was new to look at...HA ha.
My favorite thing to look at were the cards this time. I found some really classic greeting cards. There were these "value buy" pack of ten cards that really made me laugh--just the types of cards that don't make a whole lot of sense to sell in packs of ten.
"To my dear wife on mother's day"
"Congrats on getting into Law School"
and our favorite that we couldn't really resist is a really fat lady with a gun that says "Hey Valentine. I'm on a manhunt and you're just what I'm looking for." The inside says "Stand Still!" We're thinking about sending those out anonymously to 10 different guys. It'd be even better if they knew each other.
I also found a couple of individual cards that I really liked, but I'm not going to tell as you just might be one of the lucky recipients.
The day before I bought "NICE cookies" mostly because of the name and because each cookie is imprinted with the word nice. Nice is probably the last word I would use to describe the taste though. I would say more like cardboard... that someone lit on fire and then branded with the word 'nice' because they didn't know how else they would possibly sell them.
The day before the day before, I was in the drive thru of the taco bell and I saw a praying mantis hanging out on the bright orange wall. So I drove thru again ordered cinnamon twists and grabbed him off the wall and put him in a jar...of course I had a jar in my car. After work we let him run loose in our house for a bit while watching it crawl around. Praying Mantises really look like aliens. Well we named him Tito and put him in the backyard. So that's the news as of late.
Today Liz and I were doing our laundry and deemed it necessary and important to stop by some of the local garage sales...to meet our neighbors of course...(even though National Good Neighbor Day isn't until tomorrow). Neither of us were interested in acquiring more junk...no sirree!! not Liz and I.... :)
Well although there was the temptation, we did leave the box of furry green fabric and various halloween costume accessories including giant ears alone.
Probably the best part of the whole garage sale day experience was meeting a lady named Marilyn whose life mission it is to spread the story of the orgin of the shaka. She first invited us in to see her Wizard of Oz collection and then flashed us the hang loose sign and said there's a story to go with that if you have some time. You could tell she was just dying to share it. So she started at first like she was telling the story of a friend she knew, but then I realized it was rhyming...and then she added hand motions and was going up and down with her voice getting all excited as if she was telling an irish folk tale to a big group of wide-eyed children.
"....Three fingers from his hand were gone, Undaunted still he carried on, he was the guard on the old train which transported suigar cane......another day he challenged eight, Samoans husky tall and great, to take an end of one long rope..."
It's part of the long poem she wrote and recited by heart to us on the steps of her front porch.
Anyway it was funny. She said he lost his 3 middle fingers in a quarry accident, and she likes to think it was while getting stone to build the temple, but there's a lot of different versions of that part of the story. Some say an eel bit off his fingers, others a shark, and then there's the most common one that he lost the fingers in a sugar mill accident and kind of developed because of the way it looked when he waved to people from a distance. Some people wrote about how funny when he raised his hand to sustain people in church. Pretty cool because she actually sent her poem to the sculptor who did a bust of Hamana Kalili--Eugene Fairbanks who is related to Avard Fairbanks the man who did all the sculptures for the Temple in Hawaii.
So in the end, we ended up with these irish knome lephrachauns and these blue toy semi-automatic "Combat patrol M-16 toy millitary rifles." "Realistic sound, no batteries required, orange tip for safety. For defenders age 5 and up" our favorite lines from the packaging.
The other day I accompanied Sarah and her sister to the dollar store. At first she hesitated to let me come along because she knew I would dawdle around for a long time, but then realized I had just been there the day before and there couldn't be that much that was new to look at...HA ha.
My favorite thing to look at were the cards this time. I found some really classic greeting cards. There were these "value buy" pack of ten cards that really made me laugh--just the types of cards that don't make a whole lot of sense to sell in packs of ten.
"To my dear wife on mother's day"
"Congrats on getting into Law School"
and our favorite that we couldn't really resist is a really fat lady with a gun that says "Hey Valentine. I'm on a manhunt and you're just what I'm looking for." The inside says "Stand Still!" We're thinking about sending those out anonymously to 10 different guys. It'd be even better if they knew each other.
I also found a couple of individual cards that I really liked, but I'm not going to tell as you just might be one of the lucky recipients.
The day before I bought "NICE cookies" mostly because of the name and because each cookie is imprinted with the word nice. Nice is probably the last word I would use to describe the taste though. I would say more like cardboard... that someone lit on fire and then branded with the word 'nice' because they didn't know how else they would possibly sell them.
The day before the day before, I was in the drive thru of the taco bell and I saw a praying mantis hanging out on the bright orange wall. So I drove thru again ordered cinnamon twists and grabbed him off the wall and put him in a jar...of course I had a jar in my car. After work we let him run loose in our house for a bit while watching it crawl around. Praying Mantises really look like aliens. Well we named him Tito and put him in the backyard. So that's the news as of late.