I know this is long overdue, so buckle up kids it will probs be a long one--but hopefully it won't seem as long as having to watch "Hotel for Dogs" followed by "The World's Biggest Teaparty: My Little Pony LIVE" (on DVD) just to catch the last 30 minutes of Top Gun, get tired, and go to bed. I'll get better about this.
I feel like I've run a mental marathon since my last post since I've been going nonstop. Considering I can't even physically run a 5k much less down the street, I'm quite worn out. But oh what a time it has been, filled with plenty of new adventures, mai tai's, sand, and food. I had my first visitor from the mainland, Elisabeth Pawula (pronounced like "koala" with a "p" since I know you didn't figure it out on your own). We stayed on Waikiki for the first few nights, all of which I spent sick and sleeping. Luckily we were downtown so she could walk around and entertain herself while I slept on and off through NCIS marathons. Just to list some of the touristy things we did: aquarium, climbing Diamond Head (not a rigorous climb by any means, just lots of steps), dinner cruise, Pearl Harbor, North Shore (Turtle Bay, Polynesian Culture Center, Hale'iwa, Dole Plantation), Kailua, luau, SKYDIVING, island-hopping to Kaua'i, ziplining, etc.
My tandem master was Ed White. A man I hardly knew, yet trusted enough to jump out of a plane at 14,000 ft. I was nervous/excited driving to the place (which I think LOST was being filmed down the road...they keep the Oceanic 815 wreckage and some other props at/near the airfield we went to) but the nerves actually lessened as it got closer. I kept reminding myself that at no point will I feel "ready" to jump out of a plane like that, but you gotta go big or go home, ya know? Anyways, it was incredible, and perhaps a bit habit-forming. I'm definitely going to jump again and the north shore is one of the top places in the world to do it. Basically if you come visit--you're skydiving. Get pumped and don't dwell on the 8-pg waiver you sign that repeats in bold letters that you may die and agree to not sue anyone in the world if anything at all goes wrong. I'm not exaggerating this at all. It does make you think again before signing, but I just decided that if it's my time--it's my time. Not to mention it would probs be one of the more exciting ways to die. I hope dad isn't reading this. That's why I don't tell him about these things until after the fact.
Pearl Harbor is of course a must-see for anyone visiting Hawai'i. You grow up learning about it, but just like visiting Ground Zero, or the D-day memorial, or any other memorial of this sort, it just invokes a different sense of what has happened and what people lived through. Standing at the USS Arizona memorial and looking over the mountains where the Japanese came in, you try to imagine it. People went to bed Dec. 6, expecting to wake up Dec. 7 to yet another ordinary day. We also toured the USS Missouri (Big Mo) which you can get lost in very easily. So neat, though.
We were hungry after Pearl Harbor so I look up nearby food in Tim, my trusty TomTom. Tim knows me so well because lo and behold, in black block letters there it was: Dixie Grill. I know Tim has preloaded maps, but I feel confident that it was the smell of barbeque that helped him to lead us to dinner. The place definite emphasized the redneck aspect of the south but I loved every minute there. The only thing missing was some Maurices sauce. I'm sure I'll be eating there again soon enough.
Don't worry, I won't continue in this much detail about the rest of our adventures. Just know it was all so fun and come visit so you can check it out for yourself. Now, for some of the questions I've been getting:
No, I'm not a professional surfer...yet. I actually haven't been but once (twice, actually. The second time they gave me a board and sent me out alone, long story short--I got knocked in the head by the board (this was not a dramatic instance) and the leash ripped off my ankle. When I came up, I couldn't see the board anywhere, then I looked to shore. Where it had taken me 10 minutes to paddle out there (it's a workout), my board managed to make it back to shore in about 10 seconds...needless to say, I don't really count this experience). I've been doing a lot of babysitting this month for the Elliotts to help them out during a busy time. Good thing it doesn't get cold here, so it's not like I'm running out of time. Next month is when the north shore starts to get bigger swells from Pacific storms and Nov-Dec are three big surf contests that make up the Triple Crown of Surfing. So pumped about checking those out. There's also this other Quicksilver Invitational that has a 3 months window, but only actually happens when the conditions are perfect. (Forecasted 20-ft swells which usually meants 30-40 ft waves). If the forecast meets the conditions, they announce that it'll happen and those invited have 12 hours to register, and people just flock there. The last one was in 2004 I think. Let's keep our fingers crossed 2009/2010!
The Elliotts are still wonderful. I'm just glad that I can serve Chris and Carrie in a small way by helping them when they have busy work schedules since they are doing so much for me. The kids are fun and make me laugh everyday. I will say, however, that if you're getting the baby itch just come watch these (or any younger) kids for a bit. It'll cure you. They keep you busy and I get worn out even after one day--Carrie is supermom. When they are pushing my limits I just think of how glad my mom and dad must be that my sister, brother and I were all such perfect angels from birth. You're welcome.
I also haven't been to the beach as much since I've been babysitting, but it's always nice to know it's right there and not going anywhere. As with surfing, after this month things will slow down considerably so I'll be able to catch up and maintain my tan. Oct. 7 Megan gets here so we'll go to the beach a lot so I can feel good about myself since she's pale and freckly....but we'll change that even if it means we have to spend every stinking day on the sand. Clearly I have my priorities in check.
Still checking out some churches. There is one I'm going to on the other side of the island in Kailua next weekend (this weekend I'm going on the YL staff/leader retreat on the north shore to check out YL here). The way Carrie describes it sounds like what I'm looking for so I'm excited to go and see for myself.
One thing that has been really weird to get used to seeing is liquor available for sale on any target, walmart, or grocery store shelf just there for the taking like it's OJ or something. I'm used to the stuff being on lockdown so it always just kind of throws me off. From a marketing standpoint, I can see the strategic placement of this shelf at Target. Last Friday night I was at target agonizing over what kind of toothbrush would best suit my needs (4 out of 5 dentists recommend a lot...it can get intimidating). I realize I never ate dinner and didn't know what was in the house so I wandered to the frozen dinner aisle which they now label "Meals for One." Ultimately, I'm okay that I spent part of my evening reading the backs of toothbrushes and body washes to find which will be the best exfoliant, but I can see how this could be a stab to the bitterly single woman. If you walk one aisle over, you find ice cream--
a good the best comfort food. This would be enough for me, and because I'll take a pint of Ben and Jerry's over a lean cuisine anyway, I picked up some. However, for the not as strong willed, one more aisle over and you have shelves full of liquor if that's how you deal with things.
Once again, I've posted some pictures on facebook. I tried to upload some on here but it takes so freaking long and never puts them where I want them. It's too much sitting and waiting and extra work. If you aren't on facebook and want to see some, shoot me an email
kayleighahudson@gmail.com
