Do I have anything worth saying?

Will anybody care if I say it? Has somebody already said what I'm thinking? Has somebody already phrased it better/more cleverly/more succinctly/with more insight than I could? What if I offend someone? What if it's stupid? Would I be better off relegating myself to bed with my knitting needles and a few episodes of Mad Men?

I used to journal profusely. Daily, if not multiple times a day, documenting in painstaking detail the ups and downs of everything. (In middle and high school, the trend was lots of downs.) Journaling spilled over into letter-writing, with 10+ pen-pals over the years. I'm sure I over-shared, but who doesn't appreciate a ten-page (front AND back!) monstrosity stuffed into an envelope and decorated with enough Lisa Frank stickers to warrant an extra stamp and hand-cancellation?

Age and life experience solved most of my logorrhoea (look it up) issues. But it seems the pendulum has swung in the opposite direction. My journal entries are often dated 6 months apart. Blog entries are even sparser. I still write letters, but they usually fit on one solitary note card and are free of any Ballerina Bunnies or Panda Painters. The girl who used to dream of becoming a real-life bestselling author (I even wrote my own back cover flap blurb) has shelved that fantasy (pun intended). At the root lies the question in the title of this post, I think.

Aside from the Internet's usefulness in matters such as self-diagnosing your toenail fungus, finding the best parody videos of "Somebody That I Used to Know," and seeing pictures of the 5-course meal your sickeningly domestic homemaker friend just whipped up for dinner (via Facebook, Instagram, and Pinterest), there is a constant barrage of everything from everyone.

Not gonna lie. It's a little overwhelming.

So when a thought runs through my head and I feel that familiar old itch to put it into words and share it, I start to second-guess myself. Who cares? It's just going to get lost in the interwebs, anyway.

This isn't always a bad thing. Honestly, I could stand to read less of people's daily play-by-plays, pointless bickering, griping, and political agendas. Filters are good. If I decide what I wanted to say is not especially insightful, informative, interesting, edifying, encouraging, or entertaining (or at all alliterate-able), typically it don't get said.

Sure, I've posted a bit of gripe on Facebook before. I've re-posted silly memes because they made me laugh. I've over-tweeted when I had one (or two) cups of coffee too many. I've checked in somewhere because I really wanted ALL THE PEOPLE to know that I'm there and BE IMPRESSED. Guilty.

But because it's so easy these days to over-share, I've become more wont to evaluate my words and their worth. I'm not judging anyone for what they post, or saying there's a right and wrong way to use your Facebook. ("I'm not saying it" being the key phrase there.) There is nothing wrong with sharing. However, I've learned a few things about what makes my journaling and posting valuable and meaningful to me. Maybe they will apply to you, too.

• Journal the positive things, because we don't remember them as easily.
• If journaling the really negative things is therapeutic, write your little heart out. But not in your journal, where re-reading these things can make you angry and bitter all over again. Or on Facebook, where they can burn bridges and make you look like a Debbie Downer. Use loose-leaf, then blast some Sleigh Bells or Linkin Park while you rip that sucker into pieces of confetti. Pray over it and let God work on any lingering hate or anger.
• Also journal/blog about the milestones, struggles, and failures, because people will celebrate with/encourage/inspire you, and you will want to look back and see how you've changed and how far you've come.
• Not everyone has to like or agree with what you say. That doesn't mean you shouldn't say it. Journals are good for this.
• The Internet is forever. Plan accordingly.
• If the stationery aisle still makes your heart beat faster, you were meant to write.

Repetitive Motion

No runner's high yet, but I'm making progress. And also gladly upping my cookie intake to counter my greater caloric consumption.

I just finished week 4 of the Couch to 5K plan. At first it seemed like the hardest. thing. ever. Run for 5 minutes at a time? Without stopping?! But I did it! For the first time I could see how far I've come in 4 weeks, and I was struck by the possibility that a 5K might, in fact, be humanly possible. I am undaunted by a broken pair of headphones, or puddles, or stray dogs, or leaf-blowers in my path. I look like a doofus, but I don't care. I'm living the dream, fool.

I'm gearing up for what looks to be a couple of weeks (at least) of absolutely no work. My industry is so heavily tied to the education sector that when school is out, most interpreters are twiddling their thumbs (or some equivalent which is less likely to cause a repetitive motion injury). If you could use an extra warm body to help with a project or childcare or cookie-eating over the holidays, I'm your gal.

I've also picked up my knitting needles for the first time in about 3 or 4 years. Like riding a bike, it came back to me pretty quickly (though I'm much more coordinated with needles than a bike). I was mainly inspired by my crocheting friends, and I had plenty of inspiration to begin a fairly ambitious project. (Next, I'm considering a his-and-hers set of footie pajamas.)

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

To be fair, I did give it a week. Two, in fact. I had my running shoes laced up 3 times a week at 6:30 in the morning (which seemed SO early... ha). The run/walk intervals were totally doable. "I'm a runner!"

And then 3 things happened in short succession:

Shin splints flared up

We had about 2 weeks notice to move

My job (and schedule) changed drastically

Don't worry, I have already labelled myself a whiny baby. Between resting up to prevent further injury, packing and moving, and getting ready for work at 5:30 am (out the door at 6:30, I laugh at my sleep-deprived self), I decided my delusions of grandiose running accomplishments would have to wait.

Despite the early mornings, I am completely in love with my job. Rather than arriving home mentally stressed, with no sense of accomplishment aside from making it through another day, wondering if I could scrounge up a bottle of wine, now I feel mentally challenged and a true sense of a job well done when I have a good day. Coffee has become my drink of choice, though in a way not by choice. :)

Amidst numerous changes, we're in a good place right now. The coffee probably helps! Maybe later we'll see what puzzle pieces God is putting together but for now we'll take it one day at a time. Sans running shoes.

Doing Things I Hate

I did 3 things today that I hate.

1. Ran
2. Went to work
3. Scooped litter boxes

I'm going to talk about the first one.

I tried running before. I think I even gave it a fair shot (read: a week). And I hate running. No, I hate running. Absolutely nothing appeals to me about waking up 20 minutes earlier than I have to, sweating til my clothes are soaked, and gasping for air when everything in me screams "SIT DOWN AND EAT COOKIES!"

But this morning, I tried once again to like it. I blame this latest attempt on a member of our Life Group who roped a few other girls into training for the Race for the Cure via the NHS Couch to 5K podcast. I could have been the lame-o and told her "Nope. I hate running." And left it at that. But I was slightly motivated by the prospect of connecting with these ladies in a new way, running (or ralking) a 5K together, and possibly getting cookies afterward (some of these girls love to bake). Plus there are free t-shirts. Quadruple win!

So today, I set my alarm 20 minutes early. I put on the podcast, and did a total of about 20 laps around my townhome complex. (I have GOT to find a more interesting place to do this.) I ran for a total of 8 minutes. And I thought to myself, "I can do this!"

Rather than making  a rash commitment I regret in a week, I decided to finish this week of training and then re-evaluate whether to register for this Race for the Cure. So this is me, publicly committing to make a commitment (one way or the other) in a week.

List of pros:

• my running shoes are rockstar cool
• I can buy cute running clothes
• exercise is good for you, I guess
• cool people are doing it with me
• the podcast lady has a cute British accent
• COOKIES

The endless stream of data...

Baby steps. We can do this!

Picking back up with this blogging thing, mayhaps. Went through a stage after getting married when life was so exhausting; it felt like there was no good time to sit and express myself. If there was, maybe I wasn't sure if the things I was thinking were worth recording, or if they leant themselves to any semblance of organization and coherence. And, after all, I was living life to the fullest and recording everything by camera... that counts for something, right?

My journal lay in its normal beside spot. I think I touched it twice during my first year as a newlywed. Looks like my blog has been ignored for longer. Hmm.

I finally realized, after re-reading parts of my journal, how important this is to me. I'm journaling again, usually first thing in the morning so I can be sure I don't put it off. And whether anybody reads it or not, I think I've learned a lot by blogging. I've become accustomed to bite-size feeds on Facebook, where I can catch up with everyone at a glance. I want to remember the joys of taking a few extra minutes to let people into my life for more than 2 seconds. And take part in other people's lives by reading their posts.

A lot has changed since I first started blogging. I went from LiveJournal to BloopDiary to Xanga to Blogger. I'm not the same. My thoughts and beliefs aren't the same. The world isn't the same. But it's great to be along for the ride! <3 J

Something Odd

So I want to blog about something funny that happened to me today.

We're visiting a life group in our church and today after service we chatted with one of the couples from our group, Brandon and Michelle.

Michelle asked how long we've been coming to the Vineyard, and our conversation went something like this:

"Well we started coming a few months before we got married, and we're coming up on our anniversary, so a little over a year now."

"Oh really? When's your anniversary?"

"May 24th."

"That's our anniversary too!"

"No way! What year did y'all get married?"

Brandon and Michelle were married on the very same day we were, though in Florida. What a coweenkydink. But wait, there's more...

I asked "Where did you guys go for your honeymoon?"

"Jamaica."

Yes, the very spot we chose for our own honeymoon, though we soon surmised that we'd stayed at different resorts.

And then, as I looked at the two of them standing together, I realized:

"Wait... I remember seeing you guys! In the airport! We were totally on the same plane to Jamaica."

I explained how I (strangely) remembered Brandon's distinct hat, and Michelle's dress. Our flight to Jamaica involved a connecting flight in Miami, where I first noticed the two of them, and later recognized them as I spotted them going through customs along with us. Somehow it didn't click til today that I've seen them somewhere before.

So there's my trippy little story for today. :)

Part 3

No, I did NOT forget that I so rudely left you hanging for much longer than was reasonable! I suppose a year and a half is quite long enough so today I present the third part of the "love story," as it's been called. Part four is in the works, as well, kids.

Now where did I leave off... oh yes, the part where a lovestruck Jason had just begun pursuing the woman of his dreams. (You are advised to re-read parts one and two if your memory needs refreshing.)

So onward.

Not surprisingly, Jason started showing up everywhere. Mostly wherever Jess was.

He was invited to celebrate a birthday with Matt's family on April 1st, and ironically posed for a picture with Matt and his future in-laws.

Matt later enjoyed ruining a picture with Jess and Becca (his wife). We really don't know.

Later that month Rebecca managed to snag discounted tickets to the International Festival, and the group made plans to attend together. It was a hot Saturday afternoon when the six of them (Rebecca and April and their husbands, plus Jessica and Jason) squeezed into a pickup truck and made their way downtown.

On the way they stopped at a gas station to fill up. The Jasons went into the convenience store for some snacks and April began a silly conversation inside the truck. Something about Jessica and Jason ending up together.

Jess laughed at the teasing but thought nothing of it until April began to pray:

"Dear God, please let Jason and Jessica get married."

Jess retaliated: "Dear God, please let April have triplets."

After finding parking downtown, nobody had a clue where to find the festival. Jess, however, knew to call her mother, who always knew where everything was. And at last they stumbled upon it, sprawled out in the middle of Houston in all its hot, sticky, crowded glory. It smelled like all the glorious foods one generally finds at a carnival and then some: funnel cake, roasted corn, hot dogs, some Asian-style meat on a stick (!) with peanut sauce, and so on. It was a jumble of colorful costumes and commercialized booths with something to sell and performers and spectators. They passed a karaoke booth and April was almost persuaded to show the current performer how it was done. They entered a drawing at another booth and were given red piggy key chains with some cryptic Chinese symbol in the middle.

The six-some soaked all of this up and then sat beside the wading pool with their fried and roasted treats to watch the ninja show. Yes, a ninja show.

Jason 2 made sure to sit next to Jessica. He threatened to push her into the pool, but as warm as Jessica was she preferred to stay dry and warned him that there would be consequences for such an action.

Some drunk guy didn't mind though, and decided to go splashing around in the pool before security managed to convince him to behave himself.

After the ninja show, everyone was ready to leave (but not before the girls could redeem their last food coupons for some pickles). It was still fairly early and someone suggested ice cream. And so that is the happy thing they pursued by driving to Piccomolo.

Then after a long day of international and local adventures, it was time to part ways.

Jess later discovered that the day at the international festival had been one of Jason's favorite times spent with her, and had only convinced him more that she was something special.

(But she already knew that.)

Words

I've been realizing how much I miss writing... for a while now I've either been too busy or too tired to put in the effort. All I wanted to do was enjoy life as it was happening. There's nothing wrong with that! And digital photography makes it easy to capture certain memories and faces, so I can enjoy them later without journaling or blogging or whatever.

So I let my camera do all the work during my wedding, honeymoon, summer vacation, house projects, time with friends, etc.

But it's not the same.

This morning I re-read some of my posts from my trip to Hawaii. How awesome to be able to re-live that experience a year later (and 5 years from now... 10...), down to the little details like the cookies on our catamaran. Those are the things you have to write down before you forget! A picture might be worth a thousand words, but what about the words in-between?

So, all that deep contemplation brings me back to the fact that I really want to write again. Whether I pick up my journal or spend more time at the keyboard, I want to have words to go with my pictures.

It's Overrrrr

Spring break, that is. Somehow I made it all the way through break without sitting down to post. So here is a post-spring break update on... everything?

My car is fine. Jason and his dad spent one Saturday taking apart Belinda to reach the alternator and take it to the auto parts shop, only to have it tested and discover it was fine. At a loss, they put my baby back together, and lo and behold, the problem vanished. *_* At least we didn't pay somebody for all that labor.

Hubby and I spent a weekend in Louisiana last month, visiting Jason's relatives and getting a taste of a "family friendly" Mardi Gras.

(I didn't do anything for those beads. I swear. More pictures on Facebook)

Earlier this month we traipsed off to San Antonio (along with our friends from Katy) for a weekend reunion. (Shout out to Naseem, Nicole, Jared, Leigh, and baby Addison!) On the way back Granny and Johnny met us in Flatonia and gave us fudge!!

Drunk on renewed motivation, Jason and I have been tackling quite a few projects that have lain unfinished or not even started around the house. My mom and Nick brought over the sheetrock pieces from their garage so Jason could continue his work on the upstairs half-bath. (One more full sheet will give us completed walls!)

The guest room has become my pet project - this weekend we laid most of the tile we picked out, replacing a shoddily-done (and ugly) laminate floor. I have a few days off this week and plan to knock out most of the painting (and maybe shopping for decor? *dances*).

Most of you know that pictures of these projects (and everything else) usually show up on Facebook. Go there now. NOW.

I'm going to get ready for school.

Bad Car Day

My car done broke and need fixin'.

I'm really thankful I didn't end up stranded at school... leaving class on Tuesday (at 8 o'clock, in a cold, dark parking lot) it took my car a minute to start. I thought I just needed to fill up, and I planned to do so the next morning before work. But poor Belinda wouldn't start at all Wednesday morning. Her battery was fixin' to die, see. Jason came home and gave me jump (I've never been so glad that he only works a mile away!) and off to work I went.

I started Belinda up about an hour before I got off and she coughed a bit, but finally rumbled (or maybe moaned?) to life. Unfortunately she didn't have it in her to start again when it was time to leave. So Kirk gave me a jump and I drove to the hospital.

Jason met me there and we waited with MeeMaw while Stacy, my father-in-law, had knee surgery. Everything went well, and Belinda even got me to my in-laws' house (where we made sure Stacy had some soup and a cheeseburger) and then home.

Yesterday morning we got a new battery and all was fine and dandy until I was almost to school and Belinda kept hiccupping when she tried to shift gears. Eeeeeek! But I made it home safely that night after class and thought maybe we'd get her checked out this weekend.

Anyway, the brand new battery was completely kaput this morning. Suzanne told me not to worry about coming in to work and Jason said he would drive me to school later tonight. Sooooo I'm at home writing thank-you notes (prayers worked, Adrienne!) and getting a head-start on weekend chores.

Jason's going to replace the alternator over the weekend. Hopefully that's all my poor baby needs. Otherwise it might be time to shop for a... replacement. *tear*

Belinda, morosely stranded in the garage.

In other news, last weekend the girls and I hit up the new outlet mall for the first time together. We found some cool hats.

Later we got together with all of our husbands for dinner. Check out the hat I bought. :D

Entry # Whatever

We're back at home doing fine and dandy. All we got out of Ike were:

1: Five inches of leaves (give or take) all over the yard
2: A lower electricity bill for the month
And 3: Messed up syllabi for the rest of the semester

I'm pleased to report progress on behalf of Adrian (the dog). We finally gave in and took her to the vet (for the second time in 4 months). We left with $150 worth of medicine and flea treatments. :P BUT her scratching no longer keeps us up at night, and we've been diligently re-training her that outside is the place to relieve herself. No new tricks yet, but we might try "Stop digging used tissues out of the trash can." Good girl!

I'm learning that becoming a sign language interpreter is one of the most fun, challenging, and rewarding things I could possibly do. Jason and I attended a pre-Thanksgiving feast at a Deaf church in the area and had a great time. A visiting church from Arkansas entertained us with some deaf "singing."









We're finally making progress in our upstairs half bath! The hideous wallpaper and laminate are gone. In their place: beautiful tile and a decent paint color. (You can check out pictures of our home projects here.)

Well I'm off to pack... Jason's coming to work with me for the weekend while the parents are off in Mexico for a wedding. I predict great fun, and if we're lucky: Jason's first diaper change! ;D

Rip it Up

I won't lie - I was expecting another Rita. After Edouard and Gustav and all the other piddly little rainstorms failed to bring us any rain, let alone a hurricane worth preparing for, I figured Ike would probably go chase his tail down the gulf and maybe sneeze in our direction.

No major damage on our part, which I'm very thankful for. (Jason was hoping a tree would crash through our sliding glass door so we could replace it.)

Friday before the storm we decided to come stay with our friends April and Jason in Tomball so that when our power went out, we'd have somebody to be bored with. They're super and will always be welcome to have a sleepover at our house! ;) So we've been here a week - they got power back last Monday and our house is supposed to be back online this coming Monday. Sooo... in the meantime, I think I'll stay here where the refrigerator works!

We've spent a lot of time cooking meat from everybody's freezers and driving around to mooch off various people. April's sister and brother-in-law got power back first so we were all over there over the weekend to watch TV. Matt and Melissa, who live one street over, got power next, so we made Melissa cook pizza for us while we watched movies. (Nah, she's been awesome and voluntarily fed us. I think.)

Everybody went back to work today (except me). So I'm eating Oatmeal Crisp and listening to the new Family Force 5 CD (!!). The end. (Pictures here.)

The Dog

I told Granny I would blog about the dog and why she's been the cause of most of the dissension at our house. ;)

First of all, she's really cute. She's a beagle. She's 3 years old. None of these things are bad. (In fact, I love beagles.)

But Adrian has not been trained very well.

She knows how to:
-sit
-get down

She does not know how to:
-come
-stay
Or
-lay down

We are working on those.

Oh, and she also does not understand that the carpet is not her toilet.
I can't leave her out while I run an errand down the street or take a shower or go to work because there will be a mess to clean up later.

We like Spot Shot at our house!
See Spot Shot work.
See Spot Shot make the pee stains disappear.
See Jess and Jason pick up Adrian's poop.
See Adrian look on in amusement.

Also, just before Jason moved into our house, Adrian developed some sort of skin allergy. And now she has fleas too.
She scratches a lot.
(Jason can't sleep when she scratches.)
We give her baths with special shampoo and try flea treatments.

So these are the troubles we are having with our animal. (I've had many people recommend The Dog Whisperer - does he travel?) It's taking patience on our part but hopefully one day, we will have an itch-and-flea-free, well-behaved, house-trained dog. Maybe.

Just for kicks

Maybe updating now will help establish a habit before school starts. ;)

I've been off all week (only working for a few hours Wednesday afternoon and then this Saturday) so I've been putting the time to good use... catching up on blogs, cleaning up around the house, running errands, relaxing, etc. (You all know very well that relaxing is a good use of time. ;))

Only 3 days of "vacation" left, then it's back to work for a week and then back to school the week after that. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've updated anybody on my school plans recently. (Or anything else, for that matter.) I'm quite excited, actually, which is saying something because I really dislike school. I think it's the homework. And the fact that I demand absolute scholastic perfection from myself.

I graduated with my A.A. this past spring and was planning to take off through the fall (since I missed a transfer application deadline) and transfer to another university in the spring. Long story short, I'll be going BACK to the community college (this will be my 4th year there - eek) to get my certificate as a sign language interpreter. I took an ASL class in the spring and fell in love - I'd been interested in the language for a long time and finally getting a taste of it ignited a desire to know more. Lord willing I'll transfer to that other university within the year and begin taking classes there towards my bachelors.

I think it shall be super duper awesome.

On another note, today is Anti-Valentines Day!! Jason and I politely refused to celebrate on February 14th, and instead scheduled our V-Day for 6 months later. We contemplated wearing all black but it's too hot. We will be watching Corpse Bride later. ;)

Kauai, Dear! (Day 5)

Day 5 (Tuesday, March 11, 2008)

First thing on the agenda today is a morning snorkel in a little rocked-off pool in a nearby park. This is my first time snorkeling and I’m a bit surprised that I’m coordinated enough to figure out the breathing. Go me! It’s a relaxing swim without waves or undertows. There are a plethora of fish trapped here that give us plenty to see.

We dry off by sitting on the beach and enjoy a first breakfast of fruit and fig cookies and a look through the local paper. And the sound of chickens and chicks and roosters that are never far away.

Oh look... it's me!

Later that afternoon we head west to Port Allen for a whale watching trip up the coast to Na Pali (‘The Cliffs’). We’re asked to leave our shoes at the dock and I hope they don’t meet the same fate as my socks. It’s an excursion lasting all afternoon (and I come home caked with enough sunscreen and saltwater to last the rest of the week).

Heading out on the catamaran we glimpse a few whales flapping their tales or diving – no big breaches, so the captain doesn’t stop. A couple of bottlenose dolphins find us interesting enough to come say hello, though. They ride the waves underneath the boat and give us a few tricks before going to check out a (less interesting) catamaran behind us.

The sky out by Na Pali is clouded over like no other! There are a lot of heavy mists up by the cliffs, giving them quite the Lord-of-the-Rings-esque feel. We get a closer look at some of the shorn off cliffs where part of the island collapsed into the sea forever ago. We can see the layers from lava flows, incredible rock formations, a few caves (where the aquamarine-colored water bounces in and out), and even debris (tin roofs and such) stuck on the side of the cliffs from hurricane Iniki more than 15 years ago. I think that the cliffs look like a pretty fun place to live.

Spoooky

Did your jaw just drop or what?

The sun is setting as we head back to Port Allen and we keep an eye out for whales. When the captain spots some activity he stops and cuts off the engine so we can listen – they lower a doohickey over the side and we get to hear the humpbacks singing. A few breach for us and we linger for a bit, waiting for more breaching or even a fight (which the crew tells us is the thing to see!). It’s getting late, though, so we are full speed ahead back to port.

Both Aunt Linda and I noticed that there was no dessert to go with our lunch earlier (and I felt somewhat cheated since most of the parmesan cheese blew off my salad in the wind). The crew makes things right by passing out cookies now. Aunt Linda asks if we can take two and David says yes. So we do.

Aren't they cute?

I take a few pictures of the sunset and then decide that I’m a bit tired of getting splashed standing on the deck. So I wait in the cabin near the cookies. A crewman tells me I can have some if I want. So I eat two more.

The captain didn't promise we'd see the sun hit the water, unfortunately

When we get back to port my shoes are still there!!! I fight the urge to kiss them and follow everyone to the bathrooms, instead. We make it back to the house after the sun has set and I take great delight in the idea of a shower without salt. And that is just what I get before bed.

Kauai, Dear! (Day 4)

Day 4 (Monday, March 10, 2008)

Monday was a work day for everyone but me (tee hee hee *snork*). Aunt Linda and Lynn were both headed off to do their thing by mid-morning so I set up camp at the kitchen bar with my computer, phone, and notebook for some wedding planning. How much I accomplished is debatable but at least I felt productive and that’s all that matters, right? I spent much of the afternoon deleting e-mails and files and such and generally making myself feel incredibly accomplished.

I also watched a video Aunt Linda left about hurricane Iniki that struck Kauai in 1992. Preeeetty intense stuff going on der! Roofs flying off and whatnot. I thought MY airport adventures were a pain… anybody stuck on the island during Iniki really got their money’s worth. :)

When Lynn got home around mid-afternoon we had some pupus and later departed for a local school with two guitars in hand. Lynn goes every Monday night to see whoever’s playing and invited me to come along. Performing that night were the Kama’ainas, a local group. There were guitar and ukulele circles beforehand, where the performers went over their set for the night with anyone interested in playing along. It didn’t take me long to figure out I really had no idea what I was doing. But it was fun to watch the masters… Gabby was the guitarist and really knew how to work it. Left me in the dust.

I also got leid again – a woman here makes them to give out to visitors and I choose a green one with blue flowers. She told me what it was made of but you don’t actually expect me to remember, do you?

So after that came the concert – lots of traditional Hawaiian music. The local hula dancers got up there for some parts and much of the audience had their ukes out the whole time.

After the show Lynn and I helped put away tables and chairs (something I DID know how to do). It was pushing 10 by this time and guess who was getting tired?

I stayed up to visit with Aunt Linda for a while and then… well I guess I don’t have to tell you the obvious again.

Kauai, Dear! (Day 3)

Day 3 (Sunday, March 09, 2008)

I woke up at 6:30. (10:30 in my usual time zone… but actually 11:30 because of Daylight Savings Time.) I was quite proud of myself for getting all that rest and still waking up early. ;) Aunt Linda and Lynn know how to make some waffles, man! Blueberries AND chocolate chips. We had breakfast outside overlooking the valley and decided to drive to the north shore for some beach time.

So we spent the morning and early afternoon at Hanalei. I didn’t last long in the water because I’m a pansy and have no endurance and kept getting saltwater in my mouth and ears. But there’s no way I would have rather spent my first full day in Hawaii than soaking everything up on the beach and not touching a textbook. It was just what I needed – a lot of doing nothing.

The beach, where you do beachy things

These doves were all over us as soon as we broke out the graham crackers

By the time I started turning pink (yes, mom, I did use sunscreen) we were about ready to hit some shops in search of a snorkel to replace the one Aunt Linda lost a couple weeks ago when her kayak capsized. Not much luck with that, but I scrounged up some postcards. I spent “nap time” writing and addressing 16 of them.

We had dinner on the lanai and watched dusk settle over the mountains. The new moon had just begun to wax and it was still almost pitch black in the valley. Being the city girl that I am, I nearly put a crick in my neck staring at the stars, magnificently strewn across the black sky. Lynn got out the telescope and we took a peek at the moon.

Our last event of the day was a movie (with dark chocolate – woot!). I was pretty wiped out before the end of it so as you can imagine, I was off to bed pretty quick.

Kauai, Dear! (Day 2)

Day 2 (Saturday, March 8, 2008)

I don’t sleep an eternity like I thought I was going to, and wake up before the 5:45 alarm in fact. At 6:30 I catch the shuttle back to the airport with the rest of my crew. Standing in line to check in I hear a couple of girls conversing in German and think it would be fun to say something to them. Then I remember that the only stuff I learned from my German course in high school was “The king sings in the tower” and “The queen cries in the bathroom.” Oh well.

The view in line at security

Apparently anybody who missed the flight to Lihue is pretty special. We get big red markings on our boarding passes and we all have to go through special screening at security. Get patted down and all. It’s great.

Kathy shares an incredible chocolate croissant with me when we got to the gate. I think I would like to have a chocolate croissant every day. It’s dreamy.

My stuck-in-L.A. buddies! Cindy and Raymond aren't looking. :P

And then we’re finally on the plane, taking off on a 5-hour-and-20-minute flight to the island of Kauai! That’s when I realize I forgot my favorite blue fuzzy socks in the hotel. They are the best sleeping socks but sometimes they fall off in the middle of the night. And I didn’t remember to look under the covers for them before I left. This is cause for great sorry but I say a prayer for the lost socks and look out the window at the ocean.

The best view I got of L.A. during the day

That gets boring pretty quick so I try to sleep. But every time I try to sleep on the plane, it gets more uncomfortable. I think I fell asleep eventually but I mostly remember being pretty bored.

Anyway.

Not long after noon we land and WHOOSH – warm humidity! Ah, feels like home. Aunty Linda meets me at baggage claim, where all the baggage from two flights results in a super-duper crowed conveyor and lots and lots of people. We find my suitcase (which is good because it’s really Jason’s) and Lynn picks us up outside.

My high expectations for Hawaii are met in just the drive from Lihue to Kapaa alone! It’s just hard to beat mountains and clouds and pretty trees and stuff, ain’t it?

Part of the view from the lanai

After spending a couple hours at the house (and taking a coma-like nap, I’m told), Aunt Linda and I stop by a beach to watch the sunset and eat some pupus (snacks) before visiting the Hyatt for a Keke Hula. We get adventurous for dinner afterwards and have sashimi with our salads (thought Aunty says it was a bit mushy). We still need our chocolate fix for the day so chocolate mousse pie was in order.

Need I say more?

By the time we get back to the house it is most definitely bedtime. So I go to bed and sleep to my heart’s content.

Kauai, Dear! (Day 1)

Yes, Jess does hear your incessant pleas for more of the romance, and she promises that it is on its way. In the meantime, she is visiting her Aunt in Hawaii over spring break and has plenty to share about the island. Thank you for your patience! You deserve chocolate.

Day 1 (Friday, March 7, 2008)

Things started off well today! Key word started. Though I suppose they ended well too. We don’t mind a little adventure now, do we?

This has only been my second solo flight, and my first non-direct flight too, but mom dropped me off at the airport and I didn’t even make her come in with me. ;) No biggie, I’ve only been in and out of IAH since I was what… born? I’m at my gate in plenty of time and get in some reading while we wait 40 minutes past the listed boarding time to actually start getting on the plane. But we’re alright. Dallas is only 41 minutes away according to the pilot and I still have over an hour to kill when we get into DFW around 1pm. And what are the odds… as soon as I get out of the gate and am feverishly hunting down a bathroom, I walk past an Einstein Bros Bagels. Naturally, that is my first stop after the ladies room. I order an asiago cheese bagel toasted with sun dried tomato cream cheese – a delicacy I haven’t had the pleasure of wolfing down since my Einsteins closed 3 years ago.

Things continue to go well as we board our flight for Los Angeles early, around 2. ¡Noooo problema! Until, after sitting at the gate for a good half hour or so, the pilot informs us that we will, in fact, need to de-board so that the mechanics can find the source of some leak or what not. Hm. I’m getting a little anxious since I only had an hour scheduled on my itinerary for making my connecting flight to Kauai. By the time we take off from Dallas at 4:15, it’s been (much) more than an hour and I start praying that this last flight is delayed too. Just fifteen minutes, God!

At least the pilot is funny. As we taxi he reminds us that American Airlines has some of the best flight attendants in the world… and unfortunately they’re all off this weekend.

The flight doesn’t feel as long as I thought it would, and I’m awestruck as we pass over the mountains. After learning more about their (speculated) formation and composition in Geology this semester, I’m quite impressed and appreciative of the texture they give this part of the globe.

As we land at LAX at 5:08 the pilot reminds us to return our seats to their most uncomfortable position. As soon as we’re allowed, I call my trusty mother and ask if she’s checked the status of my last connection. (Only fifteen minutes, God, remember? And we’re good!) But according to her, it’s still on time. A few minutes later, an attendant begins to list baggage claim information and kindly informs us that “Unfortunately, if you’re heading for Lihue, your flight has already departed.”

Drat. That WOULD be the flight that left on time.

At the service desk there are several of us who need to get to the island, so at least I don’t feel as alone as I might have. Unfortunately nothing departs until tomorrow morning (unless we want to fly to Honolulu tonight and sleep in the airport, as there are no hotels [?]). Soooo L.A. it is for tonight! We receive our ticket information for the next day along with hotel and meal vouchers. And then I zoom off to baggage claim because good gravy, if I’m stuck overnight in L.A., I want my stuff!!!

Of course, it isn’t there. I was patient, too.

Several of the other passengers and I wait in line at the baggage services desk where nobody seems to really know what’s going on even though they pretend to. Finally they tell us it should be coming down carousel one in about ten minutes. And sure enough, my suitcase finally arrives! I wanted to dance.

After meeting the passengers in the same predicament as me, I’m much more inclined to stick with them instead of trying to figure everything out on my own. But their luggage hasn’t shown up yet so I sit and wait with them. They’re two couples, who apparently are longtime friends vacationing together. One couple seems to be about my parents’ age and the other is a bit older and he has just retired. We talk about whatever comes up… children and grandchildren, school, the wedding, work. At last more luggage appears and thank heavens, everybody finds their case and we can go to the hotel.

A shuttle takes us to the Hilton where the check-in desk is carefully hidden. But we’re smart and we find it. After going up up up to our rooms on the 6th floor we go back down down down to eat. I think several of us are about to fall asleep while we wait for our food but it comes. We eat. We say goodnight.

Enough adventure for one day, methinks! I will say it’s kind of nice having a room all to myself. I had to decide which bed to sleep it. But I laid on both to see which one I liked better.

And now that I have recorded the excitement from today to my satisfaction, I think I will go sleep. A lot.

Completely exhausted and ready to crash

My view of L.A. at night

Part 2

The story continues...

At Starbucks, Jason and Jess somehow ended up at their own table in the corner, discussing the pickling process and sheepdog training over tall double chocolate chip frappuccinos. It wasn't long before Jason could not contain himself - he confessed that he was madly in love with her and that he wanted to eat pickles with her for the rest of his life.

Haha... not really. That would have been really weird.

Ok so nothing really happened at Starbucks. After grabbing a few drinks (Jessica got Jamba Juice from next-door) and spending some time in conversation, the crew decided to retire to Matt and Rebecca's apartment. Jessica doesn't really remember what they did (there must have been something in the juice). But she got some funny pictures.

April turned into an alien halfway through her latte.

Jessica's disgusting cappuccino brownie.

April and Jason listen to some of Jason 2's tunes.

(Jason 2 is hiding behind the tv. See?)

When Matt got home from work a game of Halo began and this time the girls joined in. Jessica thought that they were very nice to let her play because she was not very good at all. Jason didn't seem to mind having her on his team.

Jessica decided to be gracious and leave not long after she racked up her first kill in the game. She meant to slip out without a fuss so the others could continue their game, but when Jason noticed she was leaving he leapt up and shook her hand, telling her it was nice to meet her and he was sure they would see each other again sometime. Jess had not been expecting this but she replied in the affirmative.

It was the very next day, in fact, when Jason did something else unexpected.

Jess and Becca were ready for some cookie-making at Becca's place after an evening of shopping. Jason didn't come up in their conversation so Jess didn't get a chance to tell Becca what had been on her mind... that it might be a good idea to NOT encourage a relationship with Jason (who was now called Jason 2 affectionately, to prevent confusion with April's husband Jason). She didn't worry about it, though, opting instead to make this Thursday night as much like Friday as possible.

Apparently so did everyone else. April arrived while the cookies were in the oven, and next Jason 2. Matt arrived with the usual gang for (you guessed it) a game of Halo. Jessica thought of all the books she could read in the hours these people spent playing Halo.

The girls indulged in a few rambunctious games of Rummy and Nerts, with Jason 2 rounding out the foursome. By one o'clock in the morning all of the boys were shooting at each other, the girls had eaten too many cookies, and Jessica was ready to head home before she butchered her bedtime even further.

Jason stood again when he saw her leaving, and moved towards the door behind her with an "I'll be right back, guys." Jessica expected another handshake, and thought he might watch her from the balcony to make sure she made it safely to her car.

"Thanks for walking me out," she said when the apartment door closed behind them.

"Oh, no problem."

And he started down the stairs behind her.

Uh-oh.

Jessica hoped he didn't plan to throw her on the back of his motorcycle and try to woo her with a high-speed race down highway 6 in the middle of the night.

One of them tossed a trivial conversation piece into the air, she couldn't remember who. She expected their interaction to last only as long as it took for her to reach her car. But when they had finished with that and stood in the brightly lit parking lot in front of Jessica's car, Jason continued the conversation. They talked about Maryland, where Jessica had lived before her family moved to Texas, which led to a discussion of some of Jason's travels in previous years.

Then Jess watched Jason nervously scuff his toe against the ground and listened quite in shock as he said that he'd like to hang out with her sometime.

He was very nervous. She could tell. She was, too. Was this a normal thing to do after meeting a girl only twice before (thrice, if you counted her cold non-acknowledgement during the Scrabble game)?

So she tried to put them both at ease by explaining she would prefer to spend time together with the rest of the group, and sharing her MySpace page. He seemed content with that and headed back upstairs. She climbed into her car, drove home, and promptly sat down with her journal. This was gonna be worth remembering!