Meet Pantouf.

he's my new {future} friend.

i'm so excited for all the grand adventures we'll have.

playing at the park, eating ice cream, reading the news paper, cuddling.

to mention a few.

5 hours and nothing done...

Procrastination.
you are a mean and vile thing. that you are.
so sneaky and disguised.
you always seem like an ok idea.
until times like now,
where i have two weeks to get everything done.
and still after sitting in front of a computer
for hours upon hours
i have succeeded in completing absolutely nothing.
i loathe.loathe.loathe you.
please go away and never come back.

truth be told.

We LOVE each other.

yumyumyum.

we kind of love otter pops.

and may have eaten a gazillion of them.

{note our colorful tongues}

Beautiful lessons.

Today's lessons at church were beautiful. I woke up not feeling the best and was ready to stay home. I'm so happy I didn't. The lessons I am able to take away from the talks and teachings are truly wonderful. It amazes me the countless time I have found these directly pertaining to me, individually. I'm so excited for next week's General Conference

{photo by KallyRae}

My darling sister Emily sent me this video today.

I'm so very glad she did.

Happy Sunday!

Sunset at Sunset.

As my days dwindle here in Hawaii, I'm taking in as much as I can.

{22 days. and counting.}

Favorite things about Hawaii:

#14- Prince Kuhio Day.

A purely Hawaiian holiday that the rest of the U.S. doesn't have the fortunate opportunity to celebrate and, seeing as I currently live here, I do. In other words...

NO SCHOOL.

{happyhappyhappy}

#27- Sunset at Sunset. {beach that is}.

on our lovely day off, we decided to take a grand adventure down to sunset beach to catch the sunset. while everyone else took The Bus down, i began this little expedition with a 10 mi bike ride. now, while 10 mi is little to nothing biking, it's quite exhilarating when the whole ride is on a highway. once reaching sunset, i found darling kailey, sam, angela, and kailey's BFF from home, shelby. kallyrae, caralee, and ashley were yet to be found... {they had a little bus scheduling mix up...}.

thinking that the waves would be just a touch too rough to swim in, i left the bathing suit and was in just shorts and a t-shirt. however, sam and angela didn't care and threw me into the water.secret be told... i'm glad they did. :). soon the rest of the posse joined us and weplayplayedand splashedsplashed and took underwater picture that will later be posted as soon as i get my hands on them. after all our splishingandsplashing , we ran to ted's {a must if you're ever in hawaii} to pick up a pie {chocolate haupia... yum!} and then ran back just in time for the sunset. it was beautiful. i lack the words to describe such magnificence. so i will post pictures. even when they themselves cannot wholly captivate such a breath taking scene.

i am so grateful i live in hawaii and often forget what a wonderful pace i live in. thankfully, i have these little experiences for constant reminders. as much as i bash you my dear little island, i do, oh so very much, love you.

also. remember how i rode my bike down? yea. riding on the highway. at night. when there are no street lights for the first seven miles. not one of my most brilliant ideas. but still super fun.

{peek-a-boo sun}

{6:48:21}

{6:49:42}

{6:50:10}

{goodnight mr. sun}

More pictures to come!

Notes to self.

{love this}

Jekyll & Hyde

Pre- M.S.

Present- M.S.

Post- M.S.

Which one is it?

None.

Bratty Lucy is on the prowl.

Sorry to those who fall victim to her.

She really doesn't mean it.

The Chalk Drawings.

a box of chalk

+

pretending photographer

+

a lot of spare time

=

a grand adventure

say hello! to my backyard.

The Lost and Found.

I lost my ID card in the pacific the other day.

I wonder if it is lost forever.

In the depths of the sea.

Surrounded by sands,

and accompanied by fish.

Or if it will wash up on shore some day.

And someone will walk by,

pick it up.

And wonder who this mystery girl is.

Secret Loves.

Getting woken up by roosters.

Black eyes. Bruises. Cuts. and Scrapes.

Venting to my pillow. Beating up my bed.

Handstands.

Hanging upside-down.

Being underwater. Pretending I have gills.

Listening to other people vent.

Blog stalking.

Dancing. And singing.

Talking to myself.

Waking up before the rest of the world.

Pretending I'm a character in a book.

Listening to my heart beat.

Playing make believe.

The Memories.

I often find myself,

walking, thinking.

When a memory hits me.

How they are triggered,

I have yet to discover.

But they come.

Memories.

Of baking heart shaped cookies,

only to have every one crumble to pieces.

Of feet hitting trail,

trees and brush passed by,

muscles burning,

enjoyment.

Of spinning,

faster, and faster,

and being flung into mud.

Of a midnight adventure,

to a track and a high jump mat,

and a lot of spooning.

Of swinging.

Letting go.

Flying.

Only to come to the knowledge,

that i am in fact not a bird,

but a girl, with a now very achy back.

Of blasting music,

a van full of screaming girls,

and a broken curfew.

Of a little island,

a large rock,

a ground covered in poky pine needles,

and a day of make believe.

Of hiding with my dog,

Of an attempt to running away,

Of 3x failure sneak out,

Of ding dong ditch,

Of past dreams and wishes.

How sweet these memories are.

With their wave of nostalgia.

And a longing in the heart.

My sister wonders.

How it is that I remember

such old memories.

Another mystery yet to be discovered.

But possibly an explanation

for my lack of

short term memory?