Santa,
I have a bone to pick with you. I'll forgive you for not bringing me additional pieces to my nativity set ( I went searching myself and they were all sold out). But seriously how did you forget to deliver me a mastiff?? Did you talk to my husband????
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday Matt!!! Today Matt turns 27!!! Practically 30 :)
Tomorrow you'll be home! I'm sure thats the best birthday present ever, even though you're pulling into a blizzard.
I love you and can't wait to spend many many more birthdays with you.
Tomorrow you'll be home! I'm sure thats the best birthday present ever, even though you're pulling into a blizzard.
I love you and can't wait to spend many many more birthdays with you.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Dear Matt
Today I did something I swore to you I would never do. Ever........ I bought a pair of UGG boots! And they are adoarable. I figure since we don't have a fireplace anymore, you can't throw them in there like you said you would! As ugly as they are, they might be the most comfortable shoes I have. I might have to get a second color! These are chocolate, I might need tan.
I love you! And can't wait for you to yell at me in person! muah :x
I love you! And can't wait for you to yell at me in person! muah :x
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Hawaii Pics
Well I can't figure out how to put text close to the pictures... Here is Matt making me a gourmet lunch on an ironing board, me at Senor Frogs, Dayna and I after the luau got cancelled- drowning our sorrows in Pina Coladas and Sake, and Matt and I waiting to get on the bus for the luau, and me touring the island on the worst rainy day.
Rest of Trip
Where did I leave off??
Saturday: This is the day we've rescheduled our kayak adventure. I have Matt look outside to see what the weather is like. It's cloudy, windy, but not rainy. We're hopeful... The place calls and lets us know we won't be able to go snorkling and there probably on't be any sun, but they are going to let us go if we want to. So we go. We get to the office and fill out paper work and get briefed on where we'll be going. There is a nice close little island called Flatt's Island, and then there is another one sometimes referred to as Shark's Cove. Further away and surrounded by reef except for a few parts. It is Shark's Cove of course that Matt wants to paddle to. We drive around to the "launching" part of the beach and begin our paddling lesson. I asked one of the workers if I would get wet. He seemed dumbfounded by my question and responded with "Well you're getting in the boat aren't you". I also ask him how deep the water is because Matt has assured me that it's only about 4 feet out the whole way. His reply was 15 feet. I look at Matt and the only words that come to mind were "Idiot." I'm not sure if y'all are aware or not, but me and adventerous don't really go hand in hand. Bravely I trudge on. I had to wade out into the water past my knees and sit in the kayak butt first. As soon as i sit down, I can only see the brown water and Island half a mile away. I have a panic attack, stop breathing, and decide I can not do this. While I'm screaming "I've changed my mind I've changed my mind" Matt has climbed into the boat and the people have pushed us off into the water. (Also Matt and I have decided to go on a self-guided tour) So we are now paddling back towards shore when the tour guide from the group in front of us tells us to just follow him. Somehow I calm down and off we go. We make it to the island and eat lunch. A few hours later, it starts to get windy. The group we are with consists of Matt and I, two other married couples, and our guide. The weather is quickly deterioating and the guide has instructed us to paddle out about 200 feet and then face the wind and paddle in place. Because if the wind catches us from the side, it will be almost impossible to not be blown out to sea. The guides plan is the launch the other two couples ahead of Matt and I. (A blessing in disguise) He launches the first couple and then the next. The second couple to launch tip out of the kayak as soon as they get in the water. About 50 feet out the other couple has fallen out. Matt and I are luckily still on land. the guide goes to help the first couple and the second ones come back on shore. The guide makes it to them and helps them climb back in. They fall out. Again and again and again. I guess they just get exhausted because all I see them doing is just sitting in the boat- and getting further and further away. Luckily Matt has a cell phone so we call the company that we went with. 25 mintues later, they're further away and no one has come. We call again.. They say they're sending people. About half an hour later our rescuers come. 2 people in kayaks. when they realize that the people really are half way out to sea, one goes after them and the other comes onto the island. The weather is getting worse. Windier, rainier, colder. They call for back up. Here come 2 more people in Kayaks. Seriously. doesn't anyone own a motor boat? In the meantime I've told Matt he is NEVER planning activities for us again and that he owes me big. He owes me a Mastiff and he definitely didn't say no. So now the owner is here and his big plan is to have us paddle back, tied to another kayak. Are you serious. This old man wants to McGuiver a rescue with my life at stake?? His plan A didn't work and so now we're to plan B. Each one of us in a kayak with an experienced paddler. the oldies go first. They make it. They come back for matt and I. At this point I'm really scared, it's getting dark, and it was so foggy I couldn't see the land where we were headed. I crouch under a rock and cry. The owner comes and asks me whats wrong. Actually he said "Whats your name". I said Sidney. He says "Sissy?" Me in an angry tone reply "NO. SIDNEY like Australia." After he realizes i'm scared, he tells me i have nothing to worry about. We do this kind of stuff for fun all the time. Really what else could I do??? I climbed in and paddled for dear life. My arms were burning. All I kept doing was asking God to give me strength and keep my arms going. I couldn't even think about what was lurking under neath. I turn to see where Matt is, and hes no where to be seen. The guide paddling behind me lets me know they're ok- they're on the other side. Whew... Long story short, we make it to shore and Matt somehow doesn't remeber promising me a dog..... I talked to him yesterday and he said our rescue made the newspaper. hahah Sunday: Not too interesting. Matt is late getting back to the base because the Honolulu marathon has closed down practically every major road in the town. I fly home in flip flops and land with snow on the ground!
Saturday: This is the day we've rescheduled our kayak adventure. I have Matt look outside to see what the weather is like. It's cloudy, windy, but not rainy. We're hopeful... The place calls and lets us know we won't be able to go snorkling and there probably on't be any sun, but they are going to let us go if we want to. So we go. We get to the office and fill out paper work and get briefed on where we'll be going. There is a nice close little island called Flatt's Island, and then there is another one sometimes referred to as Shark's Cove. Further away and surrounded by reef except for a few parts. It is Shark's Cove of course that Matt wants to paddle to. We drive around to the "launching" part of the beach and begin our paddling lesson. I asked one of the workers if I would get wet. He seemed dumbfounded by my question and responded with "Well you're getting in the boat aren't you". I also ask him how deep the water is because Matt has assured me that it's only about 4 feet out the whole way. His reply was 15 feet. I look at Matt and the only words that come to mind were "Idiot." I'm not sure if y'all are aware or not, but me and adventerous don't really go hand in hand. Bravely I trudge on. I had to wade out into the water past my knees and sit in the kayak butt first. As soon as i sit down, I can only see the brown water and Island half a mile away. I have a panic attack, stop breathing, and decide I can not do this. While I'm screaming "I've changed my mind I've changed my mind" Matt has climbed into the boat and the people have pushed us off into the water. (Also Matt and I have decided to go on a self-guided tour) So we are now paddling back towards shore when the tour guide from the group in front of us tells us to just follow him. Somehow I calm down and off we go. We make it to the island and eat lunch. A few hours later, it starts to get windy. The group we are with consists of Matt and I, two other married couples, and our guide. The weather is quickly deterioating and the guide has instructed us to paddle out about 200 feet and then face the wind and paddle in place. Because if the wind catches us from the side, it will be almost impossible to not be blown out to sea. The guides plan is the launch the other two couples ahead of Matt and I. (A blessing in disguise) He launches the first couple and then the next. The second couple to launch tip out of the kayak as soon as they get in the water. About 50 feet out the other couple has fallen out. Matt and I are luckily still on land. the guide goes to help the first couple and the second ones come back on shore. The guide makes it to them and helps them climb back in. They fall out. Again and again and again. I guess they just get exhausted because all I see them doing is just sitting in the boat- and getting further and further away. Luckily Matt has a cell phone so we call the company that we went with. 25 mintues later, they're further away and no one has come. We call again.. They say they're sending people. About half an hour later our rescuers come. 2 people in kayaks. when they realize that the people really are half way out to sea, one goes after them and the other comes onto the island. The weather is getting worse. Windier, rainier, colder. They call for back up. Here come 2 more people in Kayaks. Seriously. doesn't anyone own a motor boat? In the meantime I've told Matt he is NEVER planning activities for us again and that he owes me big. He owes me a Mastiff and he definitely didn't say no. So now the owner is here and his big plan is to have us paddle back, tied to another kayak. Are you serious. This old man wants to McGuiver a rescue with my life at stake?? His plan A didn't work and so now we're to plan B. Each one of us in a kayak with an experienced paddler. the oldies go first. They make it. They come back for matt and I. At this point I'm really scared, it's getting dark, and it was so foggy I couldn't see the land where we were headed. I crouch under a rock and cry. The owner comes and asks me whats wrong. Actually he said "Whats your name". I said Sidney. He says "Sissy?" Me in an angry tone reply "NO. SIDNEY like Australia." After he realizes i'm scared, he tells me i have nothing to worry about. We do this kind of stuff for fun all the time. Really what else could I do??? I climbed in and paddled for dear life. My arms were burning. All I kept doing was asking God to give me strength and keep my arms going. I couldn't even think about what was lurking under neath. I turn to see where Matt is, and hes no where to be seen. The guide paddling behind me lets me know they're ok- they're on the other side. Whew... Long story short, we make it to shore and Matt somehow doesn't remeber promising me a dog..... I talked to him yesterday and he said our rescue made the newspaper. hahah Sunday: Not too interesting. Matt is late getting back to the base because the Honolulu marathon has closed down practically every major road in the town. I fly home in flip flops and land with snow on the ground!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Aloha Hawaii
So where do I start? I guess just going day by day will be the easiest. I do need to preface this post by saying that spending all of those uninterrupted days with my best friend was undescribable. I guess I would risk my life again to do that.
Tuesday:
Wake up at 3:30 so I can put my face on and finish packing the things I was too tired to do the night/days beforehand. Dayna and I head out for the airport so excited. Our flight was good. It was only half full so we had a lot of room, which was great because the flight was almost 6 hours long. This was the first day I saw Matt, it had been exactly 4 months to the day that I saw him last. It was wonderful.
Wednesday:
We had nothing planned today. Matt realized he left his swimsuit on the sub so we had to go back to base and get it. Which entails me in a strapless dress walking down to the shipyard. I was told that women did go down there. Well little did I know, the only women down there were ones owned by the military. After we got Matt's suit we went to the NEX and bought some sandwich meat so we could have a cheap lunch. We get back to the hotel (which is essentially retirement central- the pool closed at 8) eat our sandwiches and go lay out on the beach. Approximately 4 1/2 minutes later it starts raining. We run back to the hotel and take a nap. We decide to go walking around that night and look for a place to eat. We settle on Senor Frogs. We walk back to the hotel, in the rain. I wake up at 1am in the morning because some idiots are being so loud in the hall. Matt sleeps the whole night through.
Thursday:
Today we have a self-guided kayak tour scheduled. I was excited about this because I was going to get to see sea turtles. Excited that is until I saw the day before what a kayak really is and how low in the water I'd be sitting. So it's a rainstorm out there. We get called by the owner of the kayak place and the trip is off. We reschedule for Saturday. Matt and I decide to drive around the island. 45 minutes later, and me begging Matt to stop driving like Jeff Gordon-we find the one entrance onto H1 east. We drive around and look at the scenery. The land is beautiful. The locals and their homes not so much. We could have been in Mexico for all I knew. At one point on our drive we pull over to the ocean and get out and walk around. It isn't raining anymore and it's kind of warm. So we walk along the beach, through some run off and start to make our way back to the car. (A few days earlier I got blisters on my feet from a pair of flip flops I never wear) A group of people ask us if we waded through the run off and I said yes. The man nodded and said we should take the bridge (which I didn't see) on the way back because that was nothing but raw sewage running through the run off. Great, now I've probably contracted God knows what through my blisters. Thursday ended with dinner and me waking up at 3 am because the idiots are being loud in the hall again.
Friday:
A little cloudy but not too bad. Today we have scheduled to attend a luau. We're going with the couple that I flew out there with. Matt and i lounge by the beach (which was not warm) and then get ready for the luau. We get on the bus at 4:00. At about 5:30 the tour guide comes on the loud speaker and informs us that the luau has been cancelled because of the rain and lightening. (the news has reported that it hasn't stormed like this in Hawaii since 1970) We're all sad but decide to go eat at Beni Hanas. I knew I had seen it somewhere, so about 30 minutes later we walk back to where we started and find the place only half a block away. Plus it had been raining.
We tell each other good night and head off for our rooms. At about 12:20 I hear the fire alarm make a weird low noise. I think those idiots out in the hall have pulled the fire alarm this time. Oh also I woke up on Friday with a cold. I am tired and blowing my nose every minute, I'm not getting out of my room. The alarm gets louder, Matt opens our door to see if anyone else is moving. Our hall is filled with smoke. Crap. It's real. What do we do. "Grab all the valuables" Matt says. Well I have my husband and my ring, thats all I can think of. I grab my purse and cell phone too. Matt grabs his lap top. We make it outside and I realize I've forgotten kleenexes- probably the most valuable thing at the moment. I walk around to an outside bathroom to get toilet paper, and it's locked. We still don't see any flames shooting from our hotel, but no one is telling us anything. About an hour later, we're able to go back in. Some idiot (on our floor) decided it would be funny to get the fire extinguisher and spray it all the way down the hall. That was the smoke I saw and that is what set the alarms off.
This trip only gets better, but i'm tired of typing. I'll post pictures and the rest of the story after i start a load of laundry.
Love you all!
Tuesday:
Wake up at 3:30 so I can put my face on and finish packing the things I was too tired to do the night/days beforehand. Dayna and I head out for the airport so excited. Our flight was good. It was only half full so we had a lot of room, which was great because the flight was almost 6 hours long. This was the first day I saw Matt, it had been exactly 4 months to the day that I saw him last. It was wonderful.
Wednesday:
We had nothing planned today. Matt realized he left his swimsuit on the sub so we had to go back to base and get it. Which entails me in a strapless dress walking down to the shipyard. I was told that women did go down there. Well little did I know, the only women down there were ones owned by the military. After we got Matt's suit we went to the NEX and bought some sandwich meat so we could have a cheap lunch. We get back to the hotel (which is essentially retirement central- the pool closed at 8) eat our sandwiches and go lay out on the beach. Approximately 4 1/2 minutes later it starts raining. We run back to the hotel and take a nap. We decide to go walking around that night and look for a place to eat. We settle on Senor Frogs. We walk back to the hotel, in the rain. I wake up at 1am in the morning because some idiots are being so loud in the hall. Matt sleeps the whole night through.
Thursday:
Today we have a self-guided kayak tour scheduled. I was excited about this because I was going to get to see sea turtles. Excited that is until I saw the day before what a kayak really is and how low in the water I'd be sitting. So it's a rainstorm out there. We get called by the owner of the kayak place and the trip is off. We reschedule for Saturday. Matt and I decide to drive around the island. 45 minutes later, and me begging Matt to stop driving like Jeff Gordon-we find the one entrance onto H1 east. We drive around and look at the scenery. The land is beautiful. The locals and their homes not so much. We could have been in Mexico for all I knew. At one point on our drive we pull over to the ocean and get out and walk around. It isn't raining anymore and it's kind of warm. So we walk along the beach, through some run off and start to make our way back to the car. (A few days earlier I got blisters on my feet from a pair of flip flops I never wear) A group of people ask us if we waded through the run off and I said yes. The man nodded and said we should take the bridge (which I didn't see) on the way back because that was nothing but raw sewage running through the run off. Great, now I've probably contracted God knows what through my blisters. Thursday ended with dinner and me waking up at 3 am because the idiots are being loud in the hall again.
Friday:
A little cloudy but not too bad. Today we have scheduled to attend a luau. We're going with the couple that I flew out there with. Matt and i lounge by the beach (which was not warm) and then get ready for the luau. We get on the bus at 4:00. At about 5:30 the tour guide comes on the loud speaker and informs us that the luau has been cancelled because of the rain and lightening. (the news has reported that it hasn't stormed like this in Hawaii since 1970) We're all sad but decide to go eat at Beni Hanas. I knew I had seen it somewhere, so about 30 minutes later we walk back to where we started and find the place only half a block away. Plus it had been raining.
We tell each other good night and head off for our rooms. At about 12:20 I hear the fire alarm make a weird low noise. I think those idiots out in the hall have pulled the fire alarm this time. Oh also I woke up on Friday with a cold. I am tired and blowing my nose every minute, I'm not getting out of my room. The alarm gets louder, Matt opens our door to see if anyone else is moving. Our hall is filled with smoke. Crap. It's real. What do we do. "Grab all the valuables" Matt says. Well I have my husband and my ring, thats all I can think of. I grab my purse and cell phone too. Matt grabs his lap top. We make it outside and I realize I've forgotten kleenexes- probably the most valuable thing at the moment. I walk around to an outside bathroom to get toilet paper, and it's locked. We still don't see any flames shooting from our hotel, but no one is telling us anything. About an hour later, we're able to go back in. Some idiot (on our floor) decided it would be funny to get the fire extinguisher and spray it all the way down the hall. That was the smoke I saw and that is what set the alarms off.
This trip only gets better, but i'm tired of typing. I'll post pictures and the rest of the story after i start a load of laundry.
Love you all!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Stepping out of the Twilight Zone
Wow- It's been a while since I've posted anything. Actually it's been a while since i've done anything... clean my house, eat dinner, acknowledge Mona.. I've been stuck in the Twilight zone. Who would have guessed that a love story about a teenager and a teenage vampire would capture my heart! I finished book 4 yesterday. It was a bittersweet ending. I finally have time to get back to my regular, boring life, but now I have nothing else to read on the other love of my life- Edward Cullen. I asked Matt if he wouldn't mind wearing vampire teeth for a while. Of course he said no :( So if you have about a week that you need to kill, I definitely recommend reading the whole series! If during that week you have other responsibilities you might want to reconsider.
Last night was the Operating Room's Christmas party. I decided to make an appearance.. Mostly to see what everyone looked like with hair and real clothes. When I pulled up to what looked like a cousin to The Falcon in Stinnett, I should have kept on driving. It was nice to see everyone, but was definitely not what I had imagined it would be like.
So now I'm packing!!! For my Hawaii trip!!!! Two more days and I get a real hug from my husband!!! I'll post pictures when I return!
Love you all!
Last night was the Operating Room's Christmas party. I decided to make an appearance.. Mostly to see what everyone looked like with hair and real clothes. When I pulled up to what looked like a cousin to The Falcon in Stinnett, I should have kept on driving. It was nice to see everyone, but was definitely not what I had imagined it would be like.
So now I'm packing!!! For my Hawaii trip!!!! Two more days and I get a real hug from my husband!!! I'll post pictures when I return!
Love you all!
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