Ohhhhh Looovee.

So, my husband can be the funniest person ever. The problem is, he's super quiet. Not in a shy kind of way, just in the kind of way where he'd rather hear someone else talk than himself. It's a quality I admire and I try and remind myself everyday to be more like him in that way.

I once asked him why he's so quiet and his response was "I just feel like someone else has something better to say than I do."

Lord, thank you for a husband who teaches me something every day.

SO when he DOES talk it's usually well thought out and sweet, or extremely hilarious. Last night he was hilarious. At least, I think so. ;)

We were both having kind of a weird day- I was 'baby sad' as I call it to Ryan, and he had just come home from working at the funeral of a 9 year old little boy who was much loved in our community, but had recently died of cancer.
So anyways, we decided to take the dogs and walk around Ashland. Ashland has a much better (and more exciting) 'nightlife' than Meddy does, and we hadn't done that before.

(I'm worrying at this point that I'm giving too much lead-in to such a small story... but it feels good, so stay with me).

So we had our two pups with us. Penny, who is a little bit of a freak... she jumps around everywhere, always has to be ontop of Colby and also has a very unfortunate bowel control problem so much so that we have to keep her crated at night because otherwise she poops everywhere (gross, I know. Sorry). And Colby, who's more mellow, but really athletic, and super cute.

So I ask Ryan (because we're nerds, and don't have children so we talk about this kind of stuff): "Do you think our dogs are like us? Like, I'm super excitable like Penny and you're more mellow like Colby?"
 And without missing a beat he says "Yeah, and you keep pooping everywhere, too"

I don't know why but it hit me as the funniest thing anyone had ever said to me, and I was doubled over  on the sidewalk in Ashland laughing at my husband quick (if a little gross) wit.

And just like that, my day was better. <3

Aloha, Mahalo, and everything in between!

Have you ever seen that Friends episode where the whole gang goes to Barbados to listen to Ross give a Palentology speech? No one goes for the speech, they all go because, well, duh, it's in Barbados. But everytime they try to go outside and enjoy the tropical paradise, they open the curtains and there is a crazy wind/lighting/thunderstorm going on?? Uh, that perfectly describes our Hawaii vacation.

Don't get me wrong, it was still amazing, and I'd go back in a heartbeat (we're actually thinking Maui next year for our 5 year anniversary). But it was soooo not the tropical vacation (read: being lazy on the beach and turning into a brown crispie) that I was looking forward to. But, Kauai was beautttiiffull! So lush and green and rugged and amazingly.... nice. I guess it's so green from all the rain, eh?

All that said, it was quite the adventure. Ryan's never really traveled, and NYC with Carlie was about the most traveling I'd done pretty much my whole life, so I was a little nervous to see how we'd do. And the answer is... pretty well, actually! We snorkeled and saw sea turtles (which was one of my biggest 'hope to's for the trip), I layed by the pool when it was nice and read almost 2 books while I was there.

We also became slligghttlllyy obsessed with the coffee the maid service was bringing to our room every day, so we decided to track it down and see if we could bring a pound or two home to enjoy here. It's called Kauai Coffee, and, being the "coffee snob" that everyone working as a barista at some point becomes, I figured we should try and find it if I liked it. ;) We found the address on a pamphlet in the hotel, typed it into our GPS, and drove the 20 or so minutes to what we thought was the Vistor Center. No, no.... NOT the Visitor Center. The address was for the farm. Like, where the coffee beans grow. Like, on a dirt road. Like, a dirt road in the middle of NOWHERE. Have I mentioned yet that we were driving our rented Ford Focus? And that I had to drive because of a fluke with our credit card? And that it decided the moment we turned onto the dirt road to start raining "Lost"-style. As in a sudden and torrential down pour that invoked images of Kate and Jack in the forest just blinking at each other yelling about whether to return or the beaches or caves, beaches or caves!??? Ya follow me?? This happened twice. Our poor lil rental. But we made it and bought some delicious decaf and an awesome, oversize souvenier mug. Love it.

The second time was on the way to a beach on the West Shore called Polihale. We heard from everyone "Ohh, it's always sunny on the west shore. You want sun? Go to Polihale, go to Polihale." Yeah, not so much. It was beeaauutiful on the drive TO Polihale. This is a pic I took on the way there.

Gorgeous, right??

 Mind you, it took us 30 mins to drive from our hotel to the dirt road leading to the beach and another 40 minutes on the dirt road because it was so potholed and muddy from the previous day's rain. As soon as we stepped on that amazing, white sandy beach it started to POUR. It looked more like this:

I forced Ryan to drive on the way back because I am not a fan of driving around in the mud. Rental agreement be damned. And, I'm not gonna lie to you. I cried. A lot. A little. This was supposed to be our last chance to get to the beaches and hang out because we were leaving the next morning. I had yet to lay on the beach for more than 10 minutes. Total. sigh.

BUT. Rain and other minor traumas aside, it was mostly great. We laughed, had fun, enjoyed each other's company, ate waayyy to much Kahlua Pork at a Luau, drank the best Pina Colada I've ever had, and spent some good quality quiet time with my husband. (Which, if you know my husband is not hard to come by, but always enjoyable.)

Probably one of my favorrite things was going to Waimea Canyon. Its nicknamed the "Grand Canyon of the Pacific" can you tell why??

Oh, and one last word... if you've never been to Kauai, go for the chickens. Just the chickens. They were hilarious and I'm pretty sure they were Ryan's favorite part. At least according to the sheer volume of pictures he took of them. ;)

Aloha for now!! :)