Sunday, June 5, 2011


...Again.  Aaaaahhh!   No!  That can never happen again.  EVER!  Why?  Because this is what happened back in 2003, when we actually lived on an island - a tiny, one-school, no traffic lights, 2800+ population, 140 square mile Hawaiian island.  Yup... you read that right,  there were no traffic lights, no shopping malls, and no public transportation.  We relocated to a once pineapple-picking town, to a now resort hotels and world-class golf course dream destination, after having been clobbered by U.S. home-building industry collapse of 2002.  I was thankful Rick finally had found a job, however frightened and distraught after having just "lost it all."  It was like we had moved to a foreign country!  Culture shock dealt a mighty blow.

One of the first things we had to explain to our kids upon our welcome to the island was "ICE."  As in, "Mom, why are they having a meeting about ice?  It's frozen water!"  Us... smacking palm of hand on foreheads, "Ugh."  We had no clue what all the hubbub was about, but were immediately filled in... We had to explain to our 1st-, 4th- and 5th-grade kids what Meth was.  We were confronted with the state-wide awareness campaign against Methamphetamines, "ice," which was becoming epidemic on Hawaiian islands.  We had no idea why the hell "ice" was such a big deal.  We didn't know that "ice" was the name of a dangerous street drug plaguing our nation.  (Did I already mention us having smacked ourselves on the head?)

to be continued...

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