Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Hula

A couple of weeks ago I mentioned that I was going to take hula classes. I've always been intrigued by the dance, but I had the feeling that it was kind of taboo for a white person to hula. I remember one of the free shows in the mall in Lahaina a few years ago when they were introducing all the little kids so they could take a bow. All these adorable hawaiian girls with what we would consider exotic names. Then they got to the one little blond girl and the lady introducing them got this look on her face like she smelled something nasty and said something along the lines of "Susan??? what kind of a name is that?" I still remember the look on that little girl's face, trying to hold her stage smile while being insulted.

Here, you can't be too white to hula. Everyone is welcome, and I absolutely love every minute of it. It is fun, good exercise and apparently I don't suck at it. The only downside is that hula is done with the knees bent and mine sound like a Jiffy Pop when I dance.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Doghouse

Our upcoming trip to Disneyland introduced one of the complications of pet ownership: what to do with the dog while out of town?

Stevo's usual solution to any problem: build something!


Steve designed and built a lovely dog house complete with stairs so Bingo can reach the sunning patio on top. He has apparently remembered that he's house broken and hasn't "gone" in the house for a couple of weeks (Bingo, not Stevo) so we'll leave him in the side yard with his house during the day and probably have the neighbors unlock the dog door so he can come in at night.



This project brought to light one of our many differences in parenting styles: I told Lorelai she couldn't be much help making dinner because I was doing stir-fry and all that needed to be done was cutting up veggies and I wasn't really comfortable with her and sharp knives yet so she went outside and Stevo taught her how to use a nail gun.