I don't know why I'm so miserable, I really don't. It's sort of like, you know how when you pin all your hopes and dreams on one thing (moving to Hawaii) and then that thing happens and it's not quite as amazing as you thought it would be (because how could it be)? I don't know, maybe it's just me. I just sort of truly believed that once I got off of that rock, my life would be perfect. I'd be thin, and have tons of money, and clear skin and great hair. My kids would be obedient and self sustaining and they wouldn't touch me with their sticky hands and wipe their noses on my shirt the one time I decided to get dressed and they wouldn't need me for every single basic need to survive. I would make a ton of new, great, meaningful friends and we'd have fun shopping for skinny clothes with all my money.
So yeah. Thus far, none of that has happened. Weird, right?
I can't seem to get into ANY sort of routine. Warren isn't in school, and for a while I was blaming it on that, but that's not it. I mean, of all those kids, HE is really the most self sustaining. We get home from dropping Scott off and he pretty much entertains himself until it's time to go pick Scott up. Daisy June still takes a morning nap. So I don't know what it is, but there's something keeping me from doing anything productive (housework, laundry, blogging) AND anything fun (watching TV, reading, blogging...) IT SUCKS. I love tv, and it just sucks not to have time to watch any. It'd be one thing if I was getting something ELSE done, but I'm not!!! IT'S FRUSTRATING!!!
Obviously, Nick has noticed that I'm miserable (I may have a habit of making others miserable when I'm miserable...) so yesterday he surprised me with a trip over to what I refer to as "Real Hawaii." I'm going to be brutally honest and admit that the thing making me MOST miserable is where we live. I hate it here. It's HUGE, and industrial, and crowded, and ugly and nasty and gross. I want to live in Kaneohe. It's that simple.
Anyway. We started at the Pali Highway Lookout. That's the pic I started with, and these next few. The pics look amazing, if I do say so myself, but take my word for it: these pictures show about one one thousandth of how amazing this view really was.
And then...I'm getting goosebumps even thinking about it. You may or may not (yeah right) know that I am a HUGE Lost fanatic. Huge doesn't even BEGIN to describe it. MAGNANIMOUS. Something more dramatic like that. Well, I am EQUALLY as enamored with Jurassic Park. The first movie, the book, the whole shebang. I would say that that book is the one I've read the most amount of times. At least six that I can think of. I read it twice when I was pregnant with Ava. I can't pinpoint what exactly it is that I love about it (I'm not really into dinosaurs or science...AT ALL) but I just LOVE it. Everything about it.
Well it was filmed over the various islands of Hawaii, and Lost was filmed ON Oahu. For those who don't know (like me) we are on Oahu here. Maui is somewhere else, but don't ask me where because I'm not really sure.
So there's this big empty ranch with lots of space, so I guess lots of producers use it for films and TV. So after we left the Pali Highway Lookout, NICK TOOK ME TO THE RANCH!!!
It was amazing!! I was so excited I almost peed my pants. Seriously. Then the kids wanted to ride this horse and Nick wanted to look at stuff and I JUST WANTED TO GET ON THAT DAMN BUS AND SEE JURASSIC PARK ALREADY!!!
|I can NOT believe he got on that horse!!!|
|She's so damn pretty|
And after I waited patiently, WE GOT ON THE BUS!!! We were the only people. The driver may or may not have laughed at my excitement on more than one occasion.
First was the boring stuff like breathtaking, once in a life time scenery. You know, trees and stuff? Anybody? Dad?
|THIS is what Hawaii is supposed to look like. NOT Ford Island.|
And then it got a little more interesting...I happen to be a pretty big 50 First Dates fan. It's cute and funny and I'm a sucker for Drew Barrymore, what can I say. That's the first movie that Nick and I watched in this house too, as a side note.
|This is where Henry pretends his car is broken down all those time, and where Lucy chases that dude around and beats him to death with a baseball bat!!|
And then I actually died.
This is the field where Dr. Grant and the kids have to run away when all those dinos that look like ostriches start stampeding towards them!!!!
And this is the tree they hide behind!!!
|Yes. I had her stop the bus so I could get out and take a picture. Yes, I REALLY need a haircut. Yes, Daisy June thought this was the most AMAZING THING EVER.|
AND THEN WE HIT OUR FIRST LOST SCENE!!!
And also, in my defense, I haven't seen the first few seasons of Lost since we left Connecticut two years ago.
The tour guide said that this was John Locke's house in some episode, but I'm not quite sure what she was talking about. I personally do not remember Locke living in a hut like this. Maybe when he lived on that pot farm? I can't remember. Sounds like someone needs to rewatch Lost.
And here's some more scenery that I may or may not have already posted, I loaded all these pics a few hours ago and then left to do God knows what and just came back.
|See my future home there in the middle?|
|I love the 'pleats' or whatever in the sides of the mountains here. The guide said when it really gets to raining, they all turn into waterfalls. I bet it is UNBELIEVABLE.|
Check out these goats!!! They're climbing up a tree!! Did you know that goats did that?!?
And hey, I forgot one!! They've got all these old bunkers that I guess they do a lot of filming in, and they had the Lost sub in there!! Well, at least part of one. I think. I don't know. Maybe it's a prop they used for shots where it's in the background or something? Alls I do know is that a concrete bunker with hanging florescent lights does NOT make for great pictures. At all.
So there we go. That was our Sunday. We also found a nice church and I went grocery shopping. Very exciting lives we're living over here :)
Hopefully the feel-goods from working out will kick in soon and I can post our first beach trip and Daisy June's birthday spread. Sigh. I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you.