Hawaii

December 18, 2010 Saturday

My mom, my sister and Barbara started on a Norwegian Cruise ship for our cruise of the Hawaiian Islands. We flew from Las Vegas, Nevada to Honolulu, Hawaii. It took us 6 hours to fly there. We got a lovely lunch on our flight that consisted of Spinach and Egg frittata, blueberry muffin and a soft drink. A girl close to me ordered 'Pog' to drink. I didn't know what that was, but it looked like some sort of juice. So next chance I got I ordered it. It turned out to be a yummy juice called Passion Orange Guava. I thought I would see it a lot in Hawaii, but it wasn't that common. It was the biggest plane I had ever been on. We sat in the middle section, taking three of the four seats. There were two seats on each side and we were i row 35, and there were a lot of seats behind us. Nana and Barbara watched movies on individual screens that were on the seats in front of us. After Nana had watched a movie or two, she traded seats with me and I watched Ramona and Beezus. The reason being, they had paid $15 to watch movies and I hadn't. We took a shuttle from the airport to our cruise ship. It cost us $6.00 each. We got on the ship and went to our stateroom which was 4524. We went to dinner at The Aloha Cafe (it's a buffet) and had dinner. We set sail for Maui at 7:00 p.m.

Burning Down the House!!!

So, Nana's bishop called Brad about 4:00pm yesterday afternoon to say some neighbor kids saw smoke billowing out of Nana's house. So Brad and I jump in the car and race over to her house, trying to reach her on her cell phone (what a clever concept it would be to carry it with you!) or house phone in the mean time. As we drive up Fairway, we see at least 25 neighbors gawking up the street to see a police car and two firetrucks parked in front of Nana's house. We park by the next door neighbors and started running to the house. The police man wouldn't let us through. After a little while the fireman came and talked to us and said a pan was on the stove and nobody was home. They had a blower at the front door trying to get the smoke out. A little while later they took us inside to show us the damage. There really was none, only a little black on the stove. They checked the attic spaces to make sure there were no flames up there. After about 30 minutes, Nana drives up. She had been at bell-ringing practice and had the thought (did I put the beans on the stove?, No, I must not have, because I didn't put the ham in it.) Then as she was taking her friend home, she declined the offer to go in her friend's house to visit. She felt she needed to get home quick.