10/30 things. part 2.

aight. everyone please compliment me on how well I’m doing with timeliness in following up on my last post. I deserve it! this is a BIG DEAL.


it so isn’t.

anyway. here we go! round 2:

11. Describe 10 pet peeves you have.

  • hands down, number 1 is people who don’t know the difference between “your” and “you’re” and when to use them.. as well as “they’re,” “their,” and “there.” this makes me cringe and automatically put them in the idiot category.
  • people who respond to something with, “that’s funny..” with a straight face and no laugh. fake.
  • people who talk down to me or treat me like I’m not at their level. I will slap a pedantic ho.
  • driving under the speed limit makes you a skraight up hazard, and furthermore, it makes me hate you. (this might be my lead foot talking..)
  • married men who flirt with other women (I am appalled at how often I’ve been hit on by married dudes.)
  • the way my nail polish always gets screwed up before it dries. no matter what. I suck at letting my nails dry. and/or I’m awesome at messing them up. I’m A.D.D.
  • being interrupted.
  • being micro-managed like I can’t be trusted to do a good job at something.
  • being awoken abruptly.. (including but not limited to: being suddenly shaken awake, somebody barging into my room at full speed and full voice and scaring the daylights outta me, and having a pillow dropped on my face from the second story, yanking me from a dead sleep — you know who you are!!!)
  • people with no sense of humor who don’t get, make, or appreciate jokes.

12. Describe a typical day in your current life.

well… since, as mentioned in my previous post… my current life is awesome… I don’t have a typical day. because I have very few steady obligations at this time, and no money to do anything with. I sleep in, I job search, I go somewhere (errands, tutoring, family events, etc.) sometimes, perhaps take the dog on a jog, clean or help around the house, and then chill on the couch or my bed and chat with husband online for anywhere from a couple hours to all night. I have no routine at this point.

13. Describe 5 weaknesses you have.

again with the top 5 or 10 lists… how much should I expose my flaws to you, internets? can you handle me? we’ll see.

  • I’m kinda prideful. not in the, “I’m full of myself,” way.. but in the, “you’re not the boss of me,” way. this can present a problem with authority figures on some occasions. if I don’t like you, I’m a bad follower. you could also describe this as.. I’m a sassy pants.
  • I compare myself with others too often.. and I’m too harsh a critic of myself, and expect near perfection. (perhaps universal to most women.)
  • if I’m not good at something the first or second time I try it.. I give up on it quickly.
  • my emotions are very close to the surface, and they are passionate. I can’t ever hide what I’m feeling..
  • I’m really bad at saving money. not one of my talents.

14. Describe 5 strengths you have.

  • I guess this is the flip side of the passionate coin.. because I have a lot of personality and deep emotion, and when I do something, I do it big.. that can sometimes bring great results.
  • my sense of humor. I was raised laughing, I naturally find and appreciate humor all over the place in life.. I find a lot of things hilarious and people tend to be laughing when I’m around… probably mostly at me because I’m apparently a blast to make fun of.. but I dish it back.
  • my creativity. I have been blessed with the ability to see and create things of beauty. to me, art is not just a hobby, it’s the way you see life.. and it translates to everything.
  • I’m observant, and I read people pretty well. I am, as I’ve mentioned before, fascinated with people, and I watch them closely. this oftentimes helps me understand and connect with them. I can make friends easily.
  • I’m pretty quick to forgive. I hate conflict and feeling like somebody is angry at me or vice versa. I tend to want to resolve unkind feelings like.. asap. that doesn’t stop me from getting really angry at times, (apparently I’m scary when I’m mad) but afterwards, I don’t generally tend to hold grudges too deeply or too long..

15. If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

um. I guess a white tiger.. that’s always been my favorite animal.. because they’re unique and super cool.. but they have an edge, and you shouldn’t mess with them.

16. What are your 5 greatest accomplishments?

  • after working my butt off through jr. high and high school.. being awarded 4-year, full-tuition academic scholarships to both Utah State and the University of Utah, and most recently a departmental portfolio-based scholarship to SLCC for my art studies
  • being give the “Outstanding Faculty Award” by my work at graduation in April for going above and beyond in my teaching and job. that was fulfilling, after putting so much in with my students.
  • serving a full-time mission for 19 months for the Church of Jesus-Christ of Latter-day Saints where I was able to do nothing but serve people, and reap the benefits of seeing so many people find the gospel through me. I was so blessed to be a part of that and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.
  • having my piece be displayed in an art show. that was an exciting first for me.. actually I consider some of the fine art and photography I have created to be some of my greatest achievements in general.. they are like parts of me. (in the non-creepiest way possible.) especially when I find out my stuff is being displayed by random people in random places. it’s a cool feeling to know my art touched someone.
  • making it to the temple to marry the love of my life.. being worthy, and having it done by the right authority, where it will last forever.. fulfilling the first step of my goal for an eternal marriage to a worthy priesthood holder. I guess that’s not really a typical accolade according to most people in the world.. but for me, it’s worth more than anything.

17. What is the thing you most wish you were great at?

hm… I’m honestly really struggling coming up with an answer to this question. I think I’ve been sitting here avoiding it, doing other things, for about 20 minutes now.

I guess I wish I was great at getting rich. because that would honestly solve most of my problems right now.

I know, I know.. how materialistic of me.

18. What has been the most difficult thing you have had to forgive?

hm… that’s a little personal, there, questionnaire.

I’ll answer it generally and say it’s a toss-up between getting my heart broken.. or more like crushed, and dealing with someone who deeply hurt and messed up the life of a dear friend of mine.

19. If you could live anywhere, where would it be and why?

ah… man. toughie. how do I choose? obviously I love the good old U.S. of A. it’s my home and my family is all here and it’s a wonderful place to live. but if I go outside of it..

can I give you a top 3?
look at me, asking permission on my own blog. it’s my hot body, I DO WHAT I WANT. top 3 it is!

New Zealand. (okay you probably saw that coming a mile away, since it’s one of the 3 countries I’ve been to besides the U.S.) it’s seriously one of the most breathtaking places I’ve ever seen.. and it has a lot of similarities, as far as the quality of life, to America. not exactly the same, but not vastly different. and people are just so NICE there.. and how can you not love that accent? I mean, really..

England. my whole life growing up my dad has instilled in me a love for the motherland. he served his mission in London, so it’s always been a place I’ve wanted to go.. and stay.. I think I’d love it, like a whole lot.

my third one is actually in the U.S… so I guess I lied about the outside the U.S. part, but it’s not in the continental U.S., so… that’s something. yep, you knew. Hawaii. I absolutely adore the island life and feeling and scenery.. with the higher standard of living that comes with being in America. I think it’s a rather ideal balance. and kind of a perfect mix for husband and me.

20. Describe 3 significant memories from your childhood.

I grew up in Sugarhouse as a child. I loved it. I remember we had a HUGE tree in our backyard and every fall it would drop so many leaves that we’d rake them up and we could bury me plus all my neighborhood friends to the point that only our faces were visible from amongst the pile. it was perfect. I’ve loved fall (especially the fall leaves) ever since.

also, on our corner was our church building. it was one of the cool, old, unique churches with lots of character. it had a giant ramp that went up to a door from the parking lot that I loved to play in, but my favorite part about the church was a giant newspaper recycling dumpster in the parking lot. I remember I used to go climb into the dumpster and sit and look through the papers (I loved to read).. one time I found a magazine that featured figure skater Kristi Yamaguchi. I LOVED to watch figure skating on tv.. it was like dancing on ice. and I took the magazine home with me and read it over and over. I thought she was the greatest.

I was a very imaginative child. as the oldest child, I used to come up with elaborate games or scenarios and make my siblings play them with me. (a.k.a. I kind of bossed them around. so… woops.) but we used to play this game where we’d pile every blanket we could find on my twin bed and we’d have a captain who was steering by the headboard, the middle man – the coveted spot because you got the comfiest blanket coverage, and the lookout in the back. we used to pretend that the bed was a ship full of laundry and the bad guys were trying to track us down and get us, but whenever we saw them coming, we’d hide under all the blankets and they’d think it was just a big pile of laundry and not be able to find us. we thought we were tricky. and it was the comfiest game ever. I had a million games like that.. turning our house into a hotel.. couches into carriages.. or escapes from lava.. turning the bathroom into my own gameshow.. making “anything passes” which were cards that could get us into anything and anywhere we wanted for free.. etc. I dream big. haha.

alright. the second segment of 10 questions is complete. you can expect the next installment soon. 

much love, boys and girls. 

p.s. I wouldn’t hate hearing other people’s answers to these questions.. if anyone wants to play along. 


on a completely unrelated note..

just because my uncle, Danny, has lately been doing showings of the extended blu-ray versions of The Lord of the Rings trilogy at his house for our fam.. and tonight was movie #2.. it was a good time. but I just wanted to share one quote from the movie that really struck me tonight, if you’ll indulge me. I think I needed to hear it:

Frodo: “I can’t do this, Sam.”
Sam: “I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.”
Frodo: “What are we holding onto, Sam? ”
Sam: “That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for. ”

so there’s your uplifting thought for the weekend. take it and keep fighting through the darkness for the good.. because darkness is only a passing thing, and those are the stories that really matter.



so I’m thinking. I’m in one of those think moods.. where you over-think until your thinker thinks itself out and you don’t know what to think anymore.

I hate that. but sometimes I can’t help it and I indulge the impulse. and amidst my swirly thought flood, I feel like I should take the lesson that’s being handed to me today.. and writing is cathartic for me. I have to figure out what I’m thinking and I’m doing it publicly, so lucky you.

as many or all of you know, Chile got hit with a horrific earthquake late last night, resulting in awful repercussions for them. I woke up to posts all over the internet about the catastrophe and ran upstairs to tell my family and turn on CNN. but the effects of the huge earthquake also turned to the rest of the land bordering the pacific ocean, as virtually everyone got put on tsunami watch. and especially in danger, according to reports, was Hawaii. my heart sank into my stomach when I heard this, as one of my best friends, Nonoa, currently lives there. so before I ran upstairs in a panic, I called her, and she told me evacuation sirens were going off all over the island and that she and her roommates had packed up and gone to the hills to stay with some of her family to wait it out on high ground. she said the tsunami was supposed to hit around 11am her time and she didn’t know what would happen. turns out the ocean did some weird things: the color changed, the tides’ behavior was unusual, swelling higher and draining lower than normal. they did, in fact, get hit by the tsunami, but it was pretty minor compared to what might have been, and thank heavens for that. but I felt a little sick when I told her I loved her and hung up the phone, realizing just how little control we actually have over what happens when God works in His mysterious ways, and allows natural disasters to happen. the people we love or we, ourselves, can be gone in an instant. of course, we have plenty of warning of what’s coming, in the scriptures and from the prophets, but I’m guilty of brushing it to the side in order to not have to think about it, or just straight up forgetting. we really are in the last days, and it’s becoming more apparent as you look around at what’s going on in the world. social unrest, wars and hostile social climates, strange weather patterns, increased natural disasters, etc. and things will get worse.

but my point is: some things in life are the most important, other things are temporarily necessary, and some things just don’t matter. at the end of my life, am I going to care about what my job was, how many speeding tickets I got or fender benders I had, how perfect my body was, what I did on the weekends, how popular I was, who was or wasn’t texting/facebooking/twittering me, what bills were breathing down my neck, or how much money/stuff I had?
obviously the answer is no. I’m going to care about how well I kept the commandments and fulfilled my purpose here on this earth, how I contributed to my eternal family, what true friendships I cultivated, what knowledge I acquired, how I developed my God-given talents and spiritual gifts, and who I helped influence for good, especially by sharing the Gospel.

I know these things, but sometimes Heavenly Father reminds me again, because I get caught up. I get caught up in the stressors that I face daily with work, with car hardships, with dating, with money, with feeling unsatisfied or insufficient.. with everything that is temporarily necessary or that just doesn’t matter. but my priorities should lie where I know things are most important.

today I remembered that I’m grateful for the people in my life. all of you who are my wonderful true friends. I am so blessed to have you. and all of you who are my incredible supportive family, you are my rock. I just want you to know that I love you.

my prayers and thoughts are with the people of Chile, as I have so many friends with loved ones there, going through hellish times. Que Dios los bendiga.

quote of the day (one of my new faves):
“if you want the rainbow, you must put up with the rain.” -Dolly Parton

mm.. coconut juice

I am going to borrow these images.. and plagiarize.. because I don’t know where they’re from exactly. so.. thanks, anonymous photographers.

I will (fingers and toes and arms and eyes and tongue and legs and.. torso? crossed) be going to the following places within the next two months:

oh look.. this one says his name. thanks, Jim Goldstein. you gem.

this is much-needed..
and just the start to some grand and glorious capitalize-on-the-golden-moments-in-my-unattached-life kinds of plans. especially considering I’ll be a quarter of a century old in under 2 months. the time is now.

to vaguely brush over a couple of them so you can bristle with mild curiosity at my coolness:
a prospective summer internship on a tropical island
another trip to a tropical island in December

I’d like to toast some coconut juice to the pursuit of happiness and stealing your own moments. cheers!


well. shall I point out the obvious again and apologize for how bitter my last post was?

…after considering it, I think not.
for 2 reasons:

1. this is my blog. I do what I want.

2. that’s actually how I feel. so I’m not gonna put up a front of happy shiny perfection, because that’s not what life has been like lately. and sometimes that’s how it goes, so it’s ok.

(sidenote: sometimes I just want to vent my whole hot conflicted gut mess here and I wonder if I should consider restricting the viewers of my blog  or if I should have made it anonymous, but it’s too late for that ish. you know who I am. and I hate the  private blog hassle. so, I’ll stick to venting the most personal stuff in other areas, even though it would be convenient here. I know, I know.. everyone wants to hear the most juicy stories, but I can’t risk posting stuff like that on a public internet site. sorry kidlets.)

ANYway. my point in writing to you today is to share with you my goals for 2010.. because it is time to start anew. complete upheaval of everything you thought and planned has a way of spinning you. and it seems like everybody lately is oh so positive about life and a new year. I’m not gonna lie, I mostly liked 2009. I consider December to be its own entity entirely. but overall, the year after my mission treated me kindly. and now it’s time to figure out what’s up with me in a new decade. weird. it’s 2010? no freaking way.

Item 1: learn good posture. (seriously. I need to stop with the slumpies, especially when I sit. I know it’ll make me real tall and intimidating and everything, but it’s just good business.. for my back.)
Item 2: go to Europe. this is my lifelong dream. London screams my name. this needs to happen oh. so. bad. now. while I am so conveniently single. because we all know time and freedom do not multiply exponentially with age.
Item 3: forgive. purge hate. move past it and emerge cleansed and beautified.
Item 4: go to Vegas w/the girls, Wendover (for B-B-B-Boyz II Men!), and Hawaii (for Nonoa’s graduation and whatever else). I know. traveling is big on my list this year. and Florida to visit my mission would be fab tambien. oh and Chicago. kthanks. (my bank account might say that I have to restrict it to one big trip this year, but we shall see.)
Item 5: before this traveling happens.. pay off my Mac Daddy. (a.k.a. my lovely computer)
Item 6: find a new job.
Item 7: start cello lessons.
Item 8: use my Spanish scriptures in daily scripture study.
Item 9: less Facebook, more reading.
Item 10: try not to hate guys and anything related to dating. 🙂

it’s gonna be this kind of a year… the kind where I wear ties on my head just because I want to.
(I love that photo that my friend Colb took. he’s a super talented photographer, so y’all should check him out and employ him. but I’m not gonna lie, at first I didn’t recognize myself when I came across it.)

with love,

Hawaii, you have my heart.

Here is the MAMMOTH update (finally) from the most amazing vacay of my life! I hope y’all are grateful for this, cuz it was a pain.
Anyway, I finally left the Continental U.S. for the first time.. to fall in love with paradise. I seriously loved it, and would have no qualms about moving there.

Leg 1: Travel

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Cam picks me up and we are almost exploding of excited. We match our childish excitement with kindergarten car treats (i.e. Oatmeal Cream Pies, gummy bears, and Goldfish) for the road trip to St. George. I sleep on the longest Christmas blanket couch cushion bed in the world on Elsie’s apartment floor. Cam and Els get beds.
Annnd we head to the Vegas airport! Cam blows a dollar on the slots for good measure. Gambling is lame.


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We have 5 hour layover in L.A., so obviously we eat. That dessert literally was gone in 6 minutes flat. I’m not even lying. We also may or may not have had a eat-the-sugar-and-sweetener-packages challenge. I’m pretty sure I got the worst end of that. NEVER eat Sweet-n-Low. SICK.
then bye bye L.A……………

We arrive in the outdoor airport.. pretty cool. Welcome back to the humidity! I feel like I’m in Florida again. They won’t let us get our rental car cuz Angie missed her flight and isn’t there to collect it in her name. We rent another car for a day and go to the gorgeous condo. I don’t care about anything going wrong, because I am in Hawaii. We pick up a few groceries and then go to this crazy place for dinner where middle-aged people dance to live music and drink. They don’t serve food at that hour.

Day 1:

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We start out the day going to orientation at the condo. The staff does all the cliche Hawaii things you always hear about that I thought wouldn’t actually be used as much as they are when I went. They have a free give-away.. we win.. Kona Coffee. We all laugh and the lady thinks it’s cute that we don’t drink coffee, like we’re 10 years old or something, and we ask for candy instead. We go to church and accidentally find the temple we didn’t know existed in Kona, coolest surprise ever! Everybody starts their testimony with, “Aloha,” and the whole congregation says it back in Fast and Testimony Meeting. We get lei’d in church with darling yarn leis, courtesy of the Relief Society.  We hit the beach and wade in the water only to get OWNED by the waves and lava rocks. (My ankle is STILL wounded.) But it was gorgeous and way fun, and the rest of the beach-goers got a kick out of us. Cam and I hit up the hot tub. We pick up Angie and Mandy from the airport and go immediately to Bongo Ben’s for a much-needed dinner. Delicious.
Oh, and I can’t forget that was the day I cut up my first authentic Hawaiian pineapple. Mmm. I’m an addict.
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Day 2:

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We go downtown to rent snorkel gear and boogie boards. The ladies at the shop are dumber than rocks. They talk Angie and Cam into signing up for a listen-about-timeshares-and-get-free-money-and-stuff-for-the-benefit-of-the-trip meeting. It takes forever. They annoy us. Scuba Steve hooks us up with better snorkel gear for the same price. He is the bomb. We go to a bay to snorkel. A shirtless guy directs us to enter the water on the other side, and watches us with his friends while he plays the guitar. We take more dips and lay on the sand after snorkeling. I pull my swimsuit bottoms down under water in an attempt to clean out the sand that is EVERYWHERE.. and two young guys come popping up out of the water behind me from scuba diving. everybody cracks up. we go to Fish Hopper’s for our fanciest meal of the trip, meet Israel (rap name: Izreal)who’s a host at the restaurant standing out on the sidewalk with a guitar. I ask if he’s gonna sing us a song, and he happily obliges. sings and/or raps to us about 3 times throughout dinner. We buy his CD. ha.

Day 3:

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Angie and Cam go to the timeshare meeting. The rest of us head to the beach. Cam and Angie get kicked out of the timeshare meeting. I pick them up. We swim and lay on boogie boards in the water. We all get a little burnt. We see a sea turtle. We get the most delicious shaved ice with ice cream of all time.. mango/pina colada/blue hawaiian. We go kayaking across Kealakekua Bay to Captain Cook’s Monument (Cam and I find out our calling in life is maybe kayaking, cuz we are fast) and then snorkeling in what felt (for real) like Finding Nemo. We kayak back across the bay in drizzling rain, and then… *coolest part of the trip*… a pod of over 100 dolphins starts jumping and popping up all around us on all sides, as close as 2 feet away from our kayak. It was basically the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me. We eat dinner at the Big Island Grill. Delicious.

Day 4:

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We Circle Island Tour all freakin day on a big tour bus. We see the Kona Coffee place, volcanoes (not as cool as in my imagination from the views we had), walk through lava tubes, see “waterfalls” (or trickles that are sometimes waterfalls depending on amount of rainfall), hit up a delicious bakery, see Hilo, go to the southernmost part of the United States and stand on the black sand beach and more sea turtles, go to a candy factory, go to the Mauna Loa Macadamia Nut Factory, I get a real freshwater pearl from an oyster for 70% off (yeah-yuh!). We go back to the condo and walk to the shoreline to see the gorgeous sunset– lots of pictures. Cam and I go food-hunting, everybody else is lazy. We walk around town at 10:00pm and meet 2 guys who drop us off at  a delicious sushi place. they find us again afterwards and take us to Magic Sands Beach. waves lapping around feet.. palm trees.. Hawaii at night. I acquire HB (Hawaii Boy, definition: one of the following of guys I accumulated during the trip) #1, and one who pretty much becomes HB #2 later, but who attacks Cam that night. she shuts him down.

Day 5:

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We go to a lei-making class provided by our condo, along with a little hula show courtesy of Joy the smiling tiny Philippino and I-forgot-her-name happy Hawaiian lady who sings and plays the ukelele and at the end says a prayer for seriously like ten minutes, and we each make our own lei of white gardenias.. mm. We go to the pool and soak up the rays.. lovely, they even have a hot tub like a little miniature beach, with sand and waterfall. We go to a lua’u at the King Kamehameha Resort… freakin awesome. The food is plentiful, the entertainment is fantastic, the dancers are hot (especially the Samoan fire dancer!) and the Hawaiian yodeler is probably my favorite part – I want her cd or something.

Day 6:

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We get henna tattoos!! (I loved that part. I wish my tattoo could be real, but.. I’ll follow the prophet. Temporary ones are cooler anyway, cuz you can switch them up every time.) Cam and I get ours done first, we walk to shop a little while the others get inked, and HB #3 sees me, says, “Whoa!” and stands up directly in my path, completely blocking me, and about 5 inches from my face, I’m so surprised I allow him to have my number, he tries to kiss me in the street.. I barely turn my cheek just in time. On the way back to the henna shop, we find out he went to work somewhere for a couple of hours, and his friend decides to follow us around, acquire HB #4, he is an attractive Canadian gypsy. We go to the Farmer’s Market and buy things. We see HB #3 again, he tries to kiss me a second time, barely turn the other cheek in time. Why is he calling me “baby?” We ditch them and hit the beach for the rest of the day. I learn how to boogie board.. oh man, why have I not tried this before? It’s way too fun. The sunset is GORGEOUS. Cam, Els, and me go to Lulu’s and dance the night away, I meet HB #5. Cam and Els acquire a Puerto Rican fan club who want to take pictures with them like they’re a couple of blonde celebrities. The really drunk one with bad English says, “I’m sorry.. I’m drink.” Hilarious.

Day 7:

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After 3 hours of sleep, we drive to Waipio Valley for horseback riding, with a very hyper Cam and Aub in the back of the SUV.. who then crash and sleep for the 2 hour drive. We wait for the tour guide, and then ride down with him in his old filthy Land Cruiser on a teensy dirt road that’s 4-wheel drive only, and we find out he’s kind of a pervy flirt. He creeps us out a little bit. We get assigned horses, and I am apparently a hard one to match because I am the very last one to get a horse that they had to go back and saddle up from the stables after everybody else was all mounted and ready. He is a beautiful white charger named Kakia, but a.k.a. the Undertaker. (what?!?!) Deva the tour guide says he is a hit man trying to kill me by putting me with this horse. I make friends with it and foil his plan. On the drive back up the mountainside Deva the tour guide shows his true colors of Deva the PSYCHO and purposely rams a vehicle of some tourists who failed to obey the people-going-up-have-the-right-of-way law.. on a CLIFFSIDE! I am riding shotgun.. and am terrified for my life. Heated words are exchanged, our virgin ears are violated. We can’t wait to get back and get away from him. Go pack, *sniff*,  last chance shopping. We eat at Splasher’s Grill.. eat a hamburger the size of my head.. so good. Split a Scandinavian Shave Ice between 6 of us (we are way too full for this, but we have no other chances).. it is also.. so good. Cram more stuff than I’m sure has ever been in that SUV before and cry inside all the way to the airport. We go through the agricultural check.. fat middle-aged Hawaiian leaning back in his chair looking at the screen like he’s watching the boob tube points at me and yells, “You! Brown bag… You! Brown bag!……  You got a pineapple in that bag?” Me, “Yes.” Him: Waves me on with a little wrist flick. Me, Cam, and Els all bust up laughing. (Ask me and I’ll demonstrate the voice/accent and gesture.. way funnier in real life.) We hate the Kona airport this time.. especially the American Airlines part. Are they really this anal? Is it really this hot and loud in here? Is that girl really dating that guy? Finally board the plane.

Last Leg: 24-hour Travel

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To add to the pain of leaving Hawaii, we decide to travel for 24 hours and make it really fun on ourselves. We fly away to L.A. I sit next to a nice old couple. Thank you to Elsie’s Dramamine for the sleep. Saddest day ever.We lay over another 5 hours in L.A. and Cam and I completely conk out. On our luggage. Elsie takes the liberty of taking photos. And speaking of luggage, we had a huge carry-on annoyance with one extra among us, so we combined purses every time.. my purse looked so prego. We fly to Vegas. I sit next to the most adorable old guy from New Zealand. I am a big fan of him. We get picked up by Elsie’s dad and brother, kind of sleep in the car to St. George. We take a 2 hour nap at Elsie’s house, cuz there is no way we’re making it awake on the drive north. We pit stop at IN-N-OUT, forget stuff at Elsie’s, turn around, and THEN finally leave. I get text-yelled-at by HB #1’s girlfriend. Woops. Not my fault. We are home in 4 hours including potty stops. I get some form of Elephantitis/cankles from traveling. feo.

I miss you already, Hawaii.

Hawaii 13


*I borrowed a few of the pics used here from Cam and Angie. Thanks ladies.. even though you didn’t really have a choice.

my Dolce and Gabbanas drowned.

dear DG shades,

I loved you. you were so good to me in the short time we were together. you came to me as a ray of UV light protection in the Kona Coffee Plant gift shop, and you stayed with me through that 10 hour bus ride tour of the Big Island. you did not even act like the fake $10 knock-offs you were. you were there when I got my wicked awesome henna tat down the back of my arm and when I got kissed in the street by crazy Justin and followed around like a puppy by Gary the hot gypsy for the rest of the day. you were there on the beach and in the delicious restaurants. you were there when I rode my pretty white charger Kakia, who was a.k.a. the Undertaker, through the Hawaiian valley. you were there when the psycho tour guide Deva put our lives in jeopardy taking us back as I rode in the front seat of his Land Cruiser and he got on his self-righteous kick of who has the right of way on a dirt road and purposely rammed the car into some tourists’ vehicle on the cliffside and told them to go back to the mainland where they belonged. you were there on the plane ride home when my heart was breaking, and the exhausting 24 hours of travel that worsened the pain of leaving. you were there when I drove to work everyday, and every time I missed those palm trees and hibiscus flowers.
and you were there when I tubed down the Weber River today.. you were there when I almost drowned while the rapids flipped me upside down against the giant boulder and pinned me with the tube with my face stuck underwater in a rock crevice and panic filling my everything.. and there you stayed. you gave your life for me and I didn’t even notice until we were ten minutes down the river.

you were such good hater blockers. you will so be missed.




June = I suck at blogging.

okay blog world. I am going to fess up that I just haven’t had the motivation to finish the post I have half-done for my hawaii trip, since my camera died halfway through my picture upload. so… it has not been posted yet. I vow to finish it this week sometime. I hope.
do hopeful vows count?

but just know that it was the most amazing vacay of all time. or go look at cam‘s blog to see a great summary and lovely pics. I’ll put mine up soon. why don’t I live in hawaii? I don’t know.

but on a sidenote that is primarily occupying my thoughts lately… he loves me.