Hawaii “The Perfect Storm”

Family vacations may be one of the most interesting phenomenon this world may ever know. This particular trip has lived up to every expectation. Let’s start at the beginning. Grandma Boss (that’s right, 94 years old) and I (15, BABY!!!) arrived in Long Beach on December 10th. My mom was already at the end of her rope when we arrived home to find the missionaries and a police car waiting outside our door. The missionaries were there to teach a couple that lives in a tent on our property (that’s a whole new story), and the police were investigating a robbery across the street. Haha. Well, after a lot of stress my mom finally got things packed and ready for their early morning departure to LAX.

I got to sleep in because my flight wasn’t until the afternoon. Luckily, I was there to hold down the fort. After I woke up someone opened the door and came right into our house (it turned out to be Dennis Taylor dropping off the key), then I looked out the window and my dad’s truck was open so ran down stairs to prevent the second robbery of the week (but it was one of my dad’s workers), then Tilly started choking, then my mom called because they were delayed, then Christina called because the tropical storm of the decade just hit the lsland and all of Laie was under water, then John called and told me to bring a rain proof jacket, then Tilly kept choking, then and I had to give her a bronchial dialator(things are getting out of control with this dog). Frankly, I was ecstatic when it was finally time to go.

When I boarded my 5 ½ hour American Airline’s flight to Honolulu, I found myself seated next to a extra large woman with a child seated in her lap that was two-sizes too large. The women took about 1/4 of my seat and her child took the rest of my legroom. But overwhelmed with the Christmas spirit, I let the whole thing go even though the girl put her hand in my drink.


The view from our condo on Hukilau Beach.

My first night in Hawaii as was eventfully as every night since. When I arrived, my dad and grandma were already asleep. Not good because it was only 8 o’clock Hawaii time, but then again my dad doesn’t really adjust to new time zones so who really cares what time it was. I got assigned the bed with Grandma Boss (don’t worry it was king size) because my dad fell asleep on the trundle bed. After speaking with my mom I finally decided to go to bed, but by that time my mom and dad where sharing a twin bed. (Two-sizes too small???) The next morning I woke up early because my dad makes lots of noise in the morning to make sure no one adjust to the time change. So I went to the other room and laid in the bed next to my mom, but it was pretty sandy. My mom explained.


The beach in front of our condo. (It really isn't that bad.)

Apparently, during the night my dad woke up after I went to bed. He couldn’t sleep so he walked out to the beach. Troublesomely, he had already taken a sleeping pill and he fell asleep on the beach. Luckily, it started to rain on him and he woke up and decided to go back to bed. But in his pill induced drunkenness he barely made it back inside and gave no thought to getting the sand off his feet before returning to his bed. Thus a sanding morning, a flooded town and a tired family.