Her Majesty…Her Highness… Nope Just Dictator.

I like to tell the kids that life in our house is not a democracy. Apparently life in our neighborhood is also not a democracy. I was going to call it a monarchy but let’s face facts. It’s a dictatorship ruled by a six year old. There was no passing reign. Her power was taken by force. 

IMG_1263See what I mean? 

Yesterday a friend stopped by. I told her Bria was about to play with the hose. Jack was playing with the Xbox. She should send her boys down. Kevin was the only smart one. He made sure to grab his swim trunks so as not to upset the dictator. He came prepared.

So while this was going on 



Bria had Kevin outside doing this. 

photoBria decided that all the boys needed to be outside. She was going back and forth asking. I stopped and said, “Bria, Hanan’s home now. I’ll have her come outside and play with you and Kevin.” She gave me that look and replied, “I want boys to play Mom! Not girls!” Good grief!

Before it was over, all the Moloney boys were outside sopping wet, trudging buckets back and forth from the backyard. I’m sure it was at the dictator’s request threat. Did I mention that all Moloneys are older than Bria? Well, all except for the baby who wasn’t playing yesterday. She is a full on force to be reckoned with… or they are just the kindest sweetest boys in the universe. Ray would say the answer is yes. 

I’m in serious trouble with this one!



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Happy Happy Birthday Hanan!

It seems like I’m always saying, “I’m so busy…” I really hate that. Four kids, soccer, church, piano…. the last three days between all that and a change of command… I’m in some sort of vortex. I have to stop and tell you about the best kind of busy day we had on Monday. We were celebrating this girl.

DSCF1592Hanan tends to get the shaft in the birthday party area. A birthday smack in the middle of most holiday weekends, a moving military family with a traveling dad… It’s hard to fit it in. Plus, summer means that if we aren’t traveling, people are traveling to see us. It’s nothing to complain about, it’s just hard to fit a birthday celebration in. So when I found out Sea Life Park has a great birthday party package, it was a win win. 

We loaded three vehicles and headed out on a muggy Hawaiian day. Sea Life Park is near and dear to me for many reasons. Ray likes to call it the Redneck Sea World. There aren’t as many attractions, but it’s cheaper and far less crowded. My parents went there on my dad’s furlough from Vietnam. Bria had her dolphin experience there. It’s a great little park. My new friend, Irv, is great. He’s the special events coordinator. 

We started with a self guided tour of the park. Irv gave us a great itinerary to follow so we wouldn’t miss any shows.

We went in the Bird House and had some fun. 

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We got to feed the turtles. 


Around 11, we got to meet up with Irv for a backstage tour with the dolphins. All 15 of us got to pet and feed a dolphin. Our new dolphin friend also splashed us ALOT.



It was a super experience! I think the kiddos might have even learned a thing or two over the course of the day. I decided I missed my calling and should have been a marine mammal trainer. Biology is now at the top of our favorite school subjects. It was a good day. Can you tell?

DSCF1643We were only getting started. We got a break for pizza and soda. Then after watching the dolphin show, it was back for cake and ice cream.



We still had the Sea Lion show and a special dolphin encounter for the birthday girl. 

It was a long day. It was also a completely awesome day for all of us! In other news, I learned that a Orca is actually a dolphin. Who knew? Better yet… it was one of the kids that told me! 





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Our Visitors

Last week we were so excited to have the Erwins land on our little island. Ray and Chris have been friends for well…forever. Okay, since Ray moved to Mayfield and started middle school. I don’t even want to guess how long that’s been. Last year, we got to meet his beautiful bride, Deeann. Chris, Deann and their daughter, Bella landed and off we went.

Their trip was short in comparison to many of our guests but we packed as much in as we could. We got to catch up on everything that’s going on. They got to meet Jack. There was a lot of Murray State talk. It was so nice to have them on our little island. Here are some of the pictures from their trip. 

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Thanks Erwins for a fabulous visit! So glad we got to see you. 

If you haven’t been to visit, consider this your warning. The navy is apparently not going to let me us stay. There is only so much time to get your free Bed and Breakfast. (I must admit the breakfast part of that is pretty crappy. I guess you get what you pay for.) Y’all come find your aloha before we’re gone! 

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I Messed Up

Sometimes people say that blogs are all sunshine and rainbows and people don’t talk about the real stuff. The things that happen every day. We have a lot of blue skies and rainbows around here, a fair amount of sunshine too. It’s easy for me to post pictures about all the good great things that happen around here on a daily basis. Today, I’m going to fess us. I had one of those brown cloud moments. 

I like to tell my kids that circumstance is not an excuse. Well, that holds true for me today. Just because I’m stressed out about our schedule and everything that I should make happen over the course of a day doesn’t mean I can be ugly to other people. Today, I was ugly. I’ve apologized but can’t truly make up for my behavior. Even though circumstance is not an excuse, I feel very human and need to explain the backstory.

I’ve just returned from a nice but emotionally exhausting trip back home. We arrived to an excellent camping adventure. I’m still not caught up on laundry and we had a wonderful week-long visit with old friends. Toward the end of their visit, we started soccer camp for the girls. Arleigh and Hanan are in the same group, making it somewhat easier, but I either have to schedule carpools or be prepared to be out of pocket four times for drop off and pick up each day. Our visitors are gone, but three kids playing long hours of soccer, trying to entertain Bria and Jack while getting everything done apparently wears on me by the end of the week. Add to that I decided to fix dinner for one of the coaches tonight. While he would probably be happy with grilled cheese, I decided to make a big southern dinner because I’m apparently crazy. It required a trip to the commissary in-between soccer drop offs and pick ups. And I chose roast that I have to get in the oven EARLY.

Last night a friend sent a text hoping to get together for all of us but mostly one of my kids and one of hers. I’ve been saying no a lot lately and felt like I needed to make an effort. In the middle of chores, extra dinner guests and soccer schedules, I lost sight that my friend was doing something really nice for my daughter, taking her out to breakfast and started to worry about the schedule. 

In the middle of their nice breakfast, I was really rude. I sent an ugly text, not to that friend but another. My frustration leaked out that by letting Hanan go off with them, I might have thrown off not only my schedule but hers. I wasn’t kind. I was grumpy and said if Hanan was late, I would lose my lid. I sent it to my friend that was kindly taking my daughter out to breakfast. 

Straight to hell is where I feel like I’m going. While I apologized in a text, I know that’s not enough. It was rude and uncalled for and not very Christian. If I was worried about Hanan not being at camp, I should have insisted on her staying home. Also, I’m clearly too old for this texting business. 

So it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. I am not the best kind of friend. Sometimes I forget to be grateful. Sometimes I’m just downright bitchy. If you don’t believe me, ask my husband. 

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This Long Weekend

On this long weekend, we made a trip to the North Shore.

On this long weekend, we got to celebrate Hanan’s birthday with Dole Whip and shrimp from trucks.

On this long weekend we got lost in the world’s largest maze following a very bossy 6-year old.



20140707-102824-37704060.jpg On this long weekend we had a great start to celebrating our amazing country's birthday with a trip to Bellows Beach.

On this long weekend it was another great day at the beach until Jack literally crossed paths with a bad squishy. It wrapped his ankles and he didn't know better and picked the blasted thing up. I got stung getting it off of him. Good times!

On this long weekend we got to hang out with other friends on Ford Island for a fabulous dinner and fireworks. To my left I could see the Arizona. In front of me was the USS Mercy. To my right, the Mighty MO stands watch. I had some serious chicken skin. (Goosebumps for you mainlanders.)


On this long weekend I also go to go to the Chief’s luau. I ❤️ the chief! He loves to tell the history of Hawaii, what they eat…like everything from the ocean we are surrounded by including tourists! It was a fabulous night with great friends.




On this long weekend Bria joined the hula dancers on stage. She’s front row center.

This long weekend was pretty darn good!

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Bad Squishy

Last week we went to Bellows for Ray’s birthday. Poor Ray planned his own birthday since we arrived the day before. In my defense, I had planned an impromptu Redneck Riviera party but we’ll wait on that until next year. Bellows is where I find my aloha. Ray managed to reserve one of the oceanside beach cottages. They are so hard to come by. So I woke up and off we went.

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Because seriously… who couldn’t find their aloha here? And as worried and worked up as I’ve been, I think Ray was thinking more of me than his birthday. 

Our first wakeup, Ray and I went for a walk. There was much to discuss about my trip without little ears. On our walk Ray was laughing at my fear of bad squishies. 

In case you’re wondering our bad squishy looks like this.

IMG_3261That long line is actually lots and lots of thin hair like tentacles that shoot barbs. It’s called a Portuguese Man Of War. They are nasty little boogers. They aren’t actually the jellyfish from Nemo but they hurt like the dickens and allergic reactions to their venom can be BAD. 

So we went out to the beach with a warning to the kids. Keep your eyes open. They are bad this weekend. Houston, we have a problem. Have you met this kid?



That one in the middle with the board? I seriously think she took it as a dare. She is not going to miss a little body board or body surf because of some stinking marine animal. 

Bria wasn’t actually on her board. Hanan decided she wanted it. Bria went out to body surf the white wash. Probably not the best idea I ever had to watch that happen but we knew the lady next to us had some spray for stings. I was braced for it to happen to someone, I just had no idea who.

Pretty soon I heard Hanan yell, “Bria’s stung! Bria’s stung!” Bria comes out of the water with the little blue hairs everywhere. She had one very long one wrapped around her left arm. Her legs looked covered but that’s an exaggeration. Both legs had at least one wrapped tentacle and little hairs scattered. Ray started pulling them off. They were stinging him. I grabbed what I could but there was one thicker blue one that I couldn’t get. If you rub them, they can get stuck and require a trip to the ER to pull out barbs. Back in the water we went. Ray was washing his hands, I’m rinsing Bria’s legs. The rest of the blue hairs slid right off thankfully. 

My kid whined. She yelled. She never really cried. I got her cleaned up and settled down. Jack and I went up to the cabin to potty. When I came back down, Bria decided to work on a sandcastle, accidentally dug one up and was stung again. This time she was so mad she pulled the tentacle off herself. Heaven help us if anyone teaches that kid to cuss. 

It wasn’t pretty. 


DSCF1360The sting happens for about an hour. Then the itch starts. I’m thankful for nice people willing to share their spray. It really helped and I will now keep a stash in our bag. 

We weren’t sure if it was jet lag, the adrenaline rush, or the venom but this was our result. Most likely it was ALL OF THE ABOVE. 

DSCF1363That NEVER happens. Bria napped for about an hour. We finally woke her up when I started worrying that she was getting too much sun. She ate some lunch and went straight back at it. 

Never fear. Even bad squishies can’t make us lose our aloha. We always find it again right away. 

IMG_3234It would be hard to lose it forever here. 





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