Poetry and musings of a zany Mormon girl who is very proud of her Erda roots.

Saturday, February 5, 2011


I drove my parents to the airport this morning. They landed a in Hawaii safe and sound for a week of telephone convention business.
Poor dears!

My mom's biggest worries this morning included forgetting to pack a spare pair of sunglasses and whether or not they would get to the resort in time to pick up scuba gear tonight before their swim tomorrow morning.

Poor dears!

Hawaii became the 50th state on August 21, 1959 -- the year before my dad was born. It was just a territory during WWII when Pearl Harbor was bombed and the US officially entered the war.

Hawaii is the only state with a royal palace. That's because it was ruled by a monarchy before American businessmen overthrew the government and took over in 1893. We apologized in 1993, though. Just 100 years too late.

Oh well.

Now we have the delicious bananas and pineapple those businessmen were after all along. And Hawaii has scores of nerdy tourists wearing socks with sandals all over the pristine beaches. Not to mention all the SPAM you can eat! This is a win-win situation, right?

Anyway, my point is: My parentals are out of town for a week. Who wants to par-tay?!

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