So eh. Remembah dis humuhumunukunukuapua‘a I wen knit foa Hawaiian Beanz Coffee Shop, my home away from home? Everybody ova dea loves him.

So eh. Remembah dis humuhumunukunukuapua‘a I wen knit foa Hawaiian Beanz Coffee Shop, my home away from home? Everybody ova dea loves him.

The other evening Nolemana and I were driving home from town along Tillstrom Road, which is probably our most frequently travelled road. That’s the road we take to get to Portland, to Clackamas, to church, and most everywhere else heading makai. I much prefer this road to highways, because it winds through the hilly forested areas around where we live and is semi-rural, similar to where we live. Continue reading
A couple of weeks ago I stopped in at my neighborhood New Seasons grocery store. Well, food and all kine da kine, too. Walking through the produce aisle, something gold caught my eye. No, it wasn’t 14 karat anykine, but to me it was moa bettah. Continue reading
K’den. Back to Yellowstone. Warning: If you don’t like water and steam as well as lots of photos of it, turn back now. You have been warned!
I like living in a semi-rural area. The other afternoon Nolemana and I were on our way somewhere, and we saw something that just gave me the biggest smile! I couldn’t pull over right away, but when I could, I let another car pass, then backed up so that I could take some photos. Why?
Kikue said she was surprised that I hadn’t posted photos of goats in da road. I didn’t have my camera with me that day, but suddenly I remembered that I’d snapped off a quick shot with my cell phone!
So for you, Kikue… mahalo foa da remindah! This is just down da road from our hale. Life in da country… I love it!

Ho, hard foa catch up! Especially since we went on another road trip to Montana. I figure that I’ve got at least a year of road trip photos to share. Hold on for the ride… unless it’s too boring. Then come back anyway, because I’ll write about other stuff too.
I’m trying to unpack, catch up on work and get used to the time change. However, I would like to gleefully report that males in Montana and Idaho thankfully DO NOT wear their jeans down to below their butts. What a relief! They looked so normal! Not once did I see some guy’s boxers as he leaned over or watch anyone trying to run while trying to hold their jeans up with their knees. What a relief.
No pants on the ground for a whole 10 days! Bliss! Then today at the gas station, there they were again. The attendant’s belt was down below his butt. Take me back to Montana. Please!
We’re back home after a fabulous visit with Cousins. Was coming home from da post office pau pick up all our mostly junk mail, and there in the road by our house were five goats wandering around! Wassap wit dat?

So I saw the neighbor was home and knocked on his door (actually, he’s the owner of the vacant rental house and just happened to be there). “Eh, did you know your goats are out on the road?”
Nope, he didn’t. Five of them out there, wandering along the road. So between the two of us we got the goats back in the pasture, which is full of new, yummy grass to much on.
The neighbor said to me, after thanking me for my help, “As if they don’t have enough to eat in here!”
He was fixing the fence as I left.
I stay Montana!! Yep, again. We’ve been here for a week with Cousins and Auntie in Bozeman. Heading home tomorrow. It’s been a fabulous visit again, and oh, how I love Bozeman! We took a wonderful drive up through the Bridger Mountains the other day… be still my heart! The beauty was out of this world!
So after the Mystery Road Trip Revealed stay pau, if you want, you folks can join me on another Montana advencha!
Mahalo to Julie who’s taking care of stuff at home for us so that we could make this trip.