I was going for plate of sushi, which it seems worked out okay but next time I'm going to try a plank. I broke one of my rules and added real chopsticks but I think they lend a nice touch. Next time I'll make them out of fondant or gumpaste because I'm whack like that.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Hello people of the internets. So over the weekend Jeff and I participated in the Komen Breast Cancer Race For The Cure. Jeff's mom died of breast cancer shortly after we were married so his family has done it a few times now. Jeff's brother had a team and I had been on the fence all last week as to whether I was going or not because a) it required getting up early on a Saturday, which I hate doing and b) required me to exert energy outside of my normal working out. I work out only because if I don't, I cause myself to feel extreme fat ass guilt, not because I actually enjoy it. Well, sometimes I enjoy it but that time is RARE. Anyway, I decided on Friday night that I would go and do the walk, which Jeff said was a couple of miles. Okay fine. My father in law picked us up at 7:30am and off we went downtown. When we got there, I realized that there were a bajillion freaking people that did this which made the whole thing confusing so I just followed along and hoped I ended up where I was supposed to be. We made our way down to the sponsor tents where they had lots of giveaways and stuff but it was a logjam so we just hung out until they announced that we had 15 minutes left til the start. Jeff's brother led the way and we somehow ended up at the very start where the runners line up. Our plan was to wait it out until the walkers came by and then we would just blend in the crowd. Well, all I know is that as soon as the horn blew, the crowd surged and we suddenly realized we were in the middle of the runners. I looked at Jeff and upon the realization that we could NOT get out of the crowd, we started to run. Now, I am not a runner. I was the kid who had notes in gym class to get out of running. I tried to take up jogging some years ago but it lasted all of about 50 feet before I realized that it totally sucked and that was that but now we're running. And running. The crowd was pretty thick and it took a good 5-6 city blocks before we could even get over to the side to slow down and figure out what to do. Jeff's dad, who is in his 70's was still running along like it was nothing so we both decided we would try to keep going so we didn't look like total lushes. Well, long story short, we ran the 5K. That's 3.2 miles for you mathletes. When I say "ran," I mean jog/run with some fast-ass walking sprinkled in to get our breath. I did okay and I was pretty proud of myself until I got to the last mile stretch and that's when the pain set in. I felt like my hip bones were grinding into each other and my thighs were throbbing and I had a massive blister in my pinkie toe and I was sweating like a big fat man. Keep in mind we did NO STRETCHING WHATSOEVER and just started running, so my body was clearly pissed off and was going to make me pay. I was thirsty and sweaty and just wanted to be done but I was so close to the end and Jeff was like "baby, let's sprint to the finish line, okay?" and I was like "okay" and off we went at full speed. Clearly I was delirious from the heat. I finally made it to the end and almost ran smack dab into Rene Knott, who was standing there interviewing someone. Then I did the worst thing possible. I stopped. Dead stop. Don't do this. My legs felt like they had locked up and I had to go find a spot to try and stretch out but the damage was done. We ended up finishing in about 38 minutes or something so yay for us!
Cut to yesterday. I was so goddamn sore that I could barely walk. Seriously. It was difficult to take a step and forget about stairs or comfortable peeing or anything. My legs hurt from my hips to my knees (and they STILL hurt today). We were supposed to go to an adoption picnic but I just couldn't make it so we had to bag it. Part of me is so super proud that I did it that I actually suggested that we try to take up jogging the right way with the training and stuff. The other part, the sensible part, is telling that part to shut the hell up. Either way, I ran a 5K and that's pretty damn cool.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
It's a goddam miracle she's still alive but I believe in miracles so there you go.
Jeff, Laura and I went up to see her at lunch today. It's super sad because she's in this glass cage but she looked good considering the circumstances. They've been giving her oxygen, lasix and heart meds to try and get her through this. I only lasted a few minutes in the room before I had to leave because we couldn't take her out and she kept trying to climb into my arms. The vet is supposed to call in a few hours to update us but they did tell us that they might end up keeping her anther night, which we are hopeful means that something they are doing is working and we might be able to bring her home for a while but they've also indicated that she is unable to breathe for very long outside the cage. We are really in a bad spot because we don't want her to suffer but we don't want to put her down if she still has some life left in her. WHY DO I HAVE TO DECIDE THIS? I'll post another update later. Thanks to you all for your nice words. They really mean a lot to us.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
Tonight I'm working on a cake for a friend who has a friend who just moved into her first place. That sounded complicated. Anyway, my friend Sara asked me to do it but she needed it when I was still going to be in Hawaii so instead of scrapping it, I'm doing it for free and forcing it upon her. Whoopee!
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Our crew was three guys, including Ian, and all of them were super nice and VERY professional, unlike our crappy guides on the bike tour. Once we got out to sea, they set up a lovely breakfast spread for us as we made our way up the coast. Laura and I spent a large part of the morning at the front of the boat scanning the water for things. I don't know what we were looking for exactly but we figured that SOMETHING cool would show itself. We were clipping along and then the captain cut the engine and we saw why. About 30 yards ahead of us was a huge pod of spinner dolphins! They are called spinners because they bolt out of the water and do a little spin in the air before crashing back down. They were SO FREAKING COOL and swam along with us for 5 minutes or so. We were feeling pretty jolly and soon we hit the Napali Coast. This place is amazingly beautiful and yet very imposing to come up on. See:
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Last Saturday we went to a adoptive parenting class. It's something required by the laws of adoption but I'm really glad they do it. The actual info in there is kept confidential but I can give you a general overview of what happened. That is one of the reasons that much of the adoption stuff we've done so far hasn't really been mentioned here. There's a lot that we don't know if we can discuss and leave it to me to get in trouble with my big mouth so we've tried to zip-it a little. We'll be able to talk more freely once we have an assignment.
Anyhoo, the class is a two-parter, the second session taking place this weekend. It's basically a group of adoptive parents in various stages of the process sitting around discussing the unique situations surrounding an international adoption like attachment stuff, life stages and having a family with mixed ethnicity. Overall I was really glad we had to go because we both got a lot out of it and quite frankly, any sort of adoption activity is a good thing. It really recharged our excitement and we're planning a trip later this summer up to IKEA to get some kid furniture. We've been so leery as to not jinx anything but I'm feeling really good about it and it's starting to really set in that it's happening. We also sat down and started researching baby stuff like strollers and bedding and crap and that is WAY fun, too. That stuff's gonna get me in trouble. Jeepers.
So we flew into Lihue, Kauai from St. Louis, which including our plane change in LA, took about 23 years. My sister, bless her little heart, had spent that last few weeks painstakingly loading movies, TV shows and more music than anyone needs onto her beloved iPod. Our intent was to have my Jeff use his mini-DVD player, Brother would use his iPod and she and I would share hers. I also brought my knitting and a book in case I felt like shunning technology. Well, about one hour into it, my sister plugged the iPod into the little charger thingy on the seat and POOF, it was dead. She spent the next 20 minutes trying to control the rage inside her because she had refused to bring anything else to occupy her time and apparently we are not wired to just sit. Anyhoo, she pounded on it, shook it, yelled at it and everything else in the hopes it would somehow come back to life but alas, it was not to be. She, along with the rest of us, were left with only the airline brand of entertainment, which on this flight consisted of the pile of dog crap known as "27 Dresses." Now my sister does NOT like it when things do not go according to her master plan so she got off the plane after 96 hours of flying STILL moaning about the iPod. We told her we would go right away and get a new one but she wasn't having any of it. She wanted it to work dammit and spent the whole rest of the night trying to fix it. We finally made it to the hotel around 9pm, got some food and passed out. When we woke up, this was the view from our room:
We had made a plan to go to this "secret beach" located at the far end of the main island road, which Laura and Jeff had gone to last year but apparently was only secret to us because it was freaking packed and this time there were some changes, namely the removal of the bathrooms. We had not anticipated this and were left to change in our rental car, with the NON-TINTED windows up, sweating our asses off. There we were in the backseat suffocating like dogs trying to squeeze into our bathing suits, which by the way DO NOT go on easily when you are sweating profusely. At one point, I had no pants on and only my swim top and she was the reverse and suddenly we had to dive for the floor because a group of people came walking by. I'm sure they didn't notice the bare asses or the car shaking or the howls of laughter from our retard selves. We finally emerged, sweaty and discombobulated with our swimsuits on inside out and made our way to the beach. Jeff and Brother decided to go be mountain men and go on a hike, which on paper was only 4 miles but in reality was 4 miles STRAIGHT UP through the jungle. I think they made it about 1 mile before they turned around. Laura and I spent the whole time bobbing around the water enjoying ourselves while they were huffin and puffin. Boys. If you look REEEALLY closely in the bottom right corner of this picture, you can see us. I think it's us. Let's just say it's us:
We finally left and spent the next few hours driving around. I tell you, that island is SO beautiful. I mean, just look at it:
There were all these awesome little beach towns along the way and my secret inner surfer girl came out. Not that I actually surfed, I would break my damn neck, but I wanted to. During this time, we were introduced to our newest friend, THE VOG, which is the foggy-like crap that hovers over all the islands because of the active volcano eruption. That kinda sucked but whatever. After we drove around, we ended up at the place we probably spent the most time at while on the island:
I am totally not kidding. We went there every single day. Funny that the sign is red and not blue. I wonder why. You can buy ANYTHING in Hawaiian Wal-Mart. We even saw a wild boar in the parking lot one day. Yeah, wild boars run around sometimes. In the Wal-Mart parking lot.
Weird. Anyway, on to day two. Day two was planned by the boys and quite frankly, Laura and I were only going out of a sense of duty. You see, they decided they wanted to go on a sunrise downhill bike tour, which probably sounds like fun to some people but apparently not us. The only part about it that appealed to me was the word "downhill." I have a bike at home and I've been known to ride through the neighborhood or even at the park, but I wasn't so sure about biking down the side of a mountain. First off, we had to get up at 4:30am because it was a 45 minute drive to the bike place and another 1+ drive to the actual mountain. Lovely. Second, it was going to be cold and that didn't sound so fun to me. Well, we went and it started okay. We were tired, sure, but we sucked it up and piled into the van with a nice family from Chicago. Our "guides" were Hawaiian Guy and Hippy Girl, both of whom seemed nice. Right as we were leaving another girl showed up to come along and train to be a bike guide. I'll call her Smartass Girl because that name is appropriate. She spent the whole ride talking to Hippy Girl, who was driving the van. They were trying to be funny and sarcastic and edgy and told us snickery lies about the island but instead came off as a chunk of whiny ass rot. Bear in mind it's still VERY EARLY, people, I was already cranky and was in no mood for their shenanigans. Well, the bike tour came with a "continental breakfast," which we were very much looking forward to at this point, but which turned out to be a pit-stop to pick up a paper bag of muffins and cups of coffee with a community creamer, no less. Before you accuse me of being whiny, which I am, keep in mind that we're crammed in a van with more people than seatbelts which was also covered in a layer of the red dirt that covers the island while a hippy holding a coffee in one hand and a banana in the other DRIVES, NO SWERVES US UP A FREAKING MOUNTAIN while also having a conversation with smartass about getting mugged in Thailand. It wasn't exactly a great environment in which to cream your coffee. Anyway, we made it up the long windy road to the lookout at Wiamea Canyon, where we assumed would start the ride. Here we are looking all eager:
That's Waimea Canyon in the background. According to the brochure, we would be biking along with that view, down the rim of the canyon. Nice, eh? It would have been had that actually been what we saw biking, instead, we were surprised to see that we were going to bike down the same long, windy road we HAD JUST COME UP and which is located not on the canyon rim but instead winds up the side through trees and crap. Awesome. We should have lots of surprises in store. Oh wait, no we won't because we SAW THE SAME FREAKING ROAD THE WAY UP. This made me extra cranky. Oh yeah, and did you notice the sun is up in those pictures? Yeah, that's because WE NEVER SAW THE SUNRISE. Our big moment on the canyon rim watching the sun ride is only true if you live in the brochure. In all fairness, our daredevil guide Hawaiian Dude encouraged us to go as fast as possible on the last hill, so that part was fun especially since we didn't die.
Stay tuned for more of this epic Hawaiian saga.
What we know
- The biggest thing we know is that John Locke is not only the mystery dead person in the coffin, but that at some point he leaves the island and goes by Jeremy Bentham or else has a twin named Jeremy Bentham and he contacted several of the Losties and caused some major problems.
- We know that they need to get back to the island for some reason and they need to go as a group, including dead John Locke.
- We know that there is time travel on the island because of some kind of natural phenomenon.
- We know that Ben is off the island and banished and ends up in Tunisia in a Dharma parka that he put on right before he turned the big wheel.
- It didn't seem as though they moved the island but rather they made the island disappear or something.
-We know that Jin and Michael were in the freighter explosion and believed to be dead.
- We know that they've all been visited by dead people, some of whom are adamant they DO NOT go back ( ie. Claire, who for the record I still don't think is really dead)
- We know that Desmond finally reunites with Penny but we also know that as per the previous episode with Ben and Widmore, she isn't safe and may be used as retribution for Alex's death.
- We know that John Locke contacted Walt and in turn he visits Hurley, who in turn is busted out of the nuthouse by Sayid.
- We know that the Oceanic 6 return to happy lives but that the happiness is short lived.
- We know that Sawyer and Juliette are still on the island and were there when it vanished or moved or whatever the hell happened. I can now assume that whatever task Kate did for him before is what he whispered to her before he took the plunge, not something he contacted her from the island to do.
- We know that Richard and the gang are somewhat blind followers to Ben and will now follow John Locke and tell him their secrets.
- We know that Miles has either more knowledge on what's REALLY going on than he let on or he has acquired some mind powers. We also know that the redhead lady has been on the island before. THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT.
What we don't know
- The biggest thing is WHY do they need to go back and what is it that John Locke does to a) leave his precious island and b) piss off the losties and seemingly ruin their lives.
- Where in the holy hell did that dang island go? WHERE???
- What is the big icy turney wheel thing that made the sky go white and the island go poof.
- Is Claire dead? (see my above commentary)
- What happens to spiral Jack out of control?
- Why is John Locke now Jeremy Bentham? (I did some googling and here's the deal with Jeremy or at least what my pea brain could gather. He was a 17th or 18th century philosopher who was an opposing faction to the teaching of that other philosopher, John Locke. Jeremy believed in the theory of utilitarianism, which in a nutshell means that the ends justifies the means for the greater good of society. He also believed in a paradigm that a society that only includes people with true happiness is a much better and stronger society than one with those who are less than perfectly happy. They also believe that a person who lives a meaningful, yet not totally happy existence would be better off having not lived at all. In addition, they refuse to believe that happiness is measured by the individual and want an across the board measurement, which is impossible. These are pretty harsh beliefs IMO. I will comment more on this in the theory portion of this installment)
- What's the deal with Walt? Why is he suddenly there?
- Who is watching Hurley? Is it someone working for Widmore or Oceanic or Ben or Dharma?
- Why won't Kate go back and Jack will?
- Why is Sun now teaming up with Widmore? Who is the other person she blames for Jin's death? Is it Jack or Ben or Widmore himself and she's just playin' him?
- Are Ben and John brothers?
- Is Christian Shepard really Jacob and if not, who in the GODDAMN hell is he?
- Is anyone who dies on the island REALLY ever dead?
My Official Crackpot Theories and Thoughts
- After reading the bit about Bentham, I definitely think that happiness and the measure of one's happiness will play a major role in this. Perhaps that only those who can achieve true happiness can learn about the powers of the island as to not destroy the natural balance of that society. Maybe Ben realized that if people achieved this level, they would blindly follow him and he took control. They truly believe that the sanctity of the island is far more important than those who reside there, which I also believe is why they are all being brought back. Jack said something terrible happened by their leaving so that would make sense in the belief that his own or their own happiness is not as important as making sure the island stays as it needs to be. Good grief, does this make any sense?
- I am inclined at this point to think that the original Dharma project had the time-travel stuff in addition to the other "silly experiments," but that someone, maybe Ben or Jacob, decided that it needed to stop.
- I think that if and when they go back, they cannot leave again, although this would contradict the fact that redhead lady did just that. Or so we think. I also think that the only way Ben himself can go back is with the losties as a group. Why? Is it his penance and if so, what for really? He was the one who's sole focus was preserving the island so why would it or Jacob or whoever is in charge be pissed at him?
Oh lord. That's all I can sputter out at this point. I'm sure there is more stuff that I forgot to mention but since he was an agonizing 6 month wait until it comes back, I've got plenty of time to theorize.