Last night Zach and Sarah invited us to go down to Hukilau Beach to make foil dinners and play Spikeball. We ended up playing Spikeball but then we decided against the foil dinners and made a potluck breakfast at our house.
Jake serenading us
Matt and Zach
Sarah and Lacee making bacon and waffles
Shelby and Curtis also came by for a bit and brought some of Curtis's yummy birthday dessert. It involved pudding, graham crackers and frosting. Mmmmm....
So lately I have made a few goals for myself. And for some weird reason, I have decided to share them with you.
1. Remember how I expressed my deep hatred for physical science? I made a rule for myself that I will study for an hour 5 days a week devoted to just that class. This does not include the nightly homework I am given or the 2 ridiculously long hours spent in class. That is really hard for me because of my self-diagnosed ADD. Concentrating that long on one thing is a serious brain work out. Shelby has graciously offered to help me since she is a biology major as long as I babysit for her. She has no kids which makes this the best deal I've ever committed to ever.
Yesterday I did a total of 2.5 hours of physical science and today I did 4. Ew.
2. I get into a really good work out mode. I am great at making time for a work out at least 3 times a week. But on the flip side, when I get off it is so hard to get back into the swing of things... especially when my schedule is ever changing. I am going to get back into the swing of working out. One of the many reasons I want to get back into it is because (sigh) I want to gain some serious muscle. I NEED to gain muscle weight! And for anyone that knows anything about body types knows it' hard for frames like mine to do that. It's going to take a lot of work and a lot more food input on my part! P.s., just thought I would share that it is a myth that if you want to get muscle-y don't do cardio.
Today I went running this morning, then tonight I went on another run and maxed out on weights.
3. Last year I was really into yoga, I have my own mat and everything. I have not been to one sessions this term and I need to 'namaste'. I am going to go get my yoga pass tomorrow and start going again. This is a harder goal because with the work schedule changing so much, I might not get those times off all the time.
No update on this one...
And so you have it. Which kinda sucks because now if I don't keep these you are going to make me feel bad for keeping these.
Please excuse this pictureless post. We forgot the camera!
This weekend, Jake and I went with some friends, Zach and Sarah, to Pearl Harbor. After being here for more than two years, I still had never been! They just got done remodeling the memorial and it was so cool! We went through two museums, watched a video about why Pearl Harbor was attacked and how it affected the United States. It was really cool, they even had real footage of the bombing. Then we took a boat ride out and saw the U.S.S. Arizona, (shout out to the Grand Canyon state) that is underwater and still leaking oil. They said there are even still bodies in the sunken ship. This may sound really grim, but I really wanted one to float up, although I'm sure they are just down to bones now. Jake thinks I'm 'sick and twisted' because I like gory stuff. It's my major, and totally educational. Of course I would like to see what inside the human body really looks like.
But I digress...
It was so cool! They also had a big wall with names of the people who died. There were not any Lyles, but there were two Hansens. I suggest that you all go see it, which means you'll have to come to Hawaii, which means you'll have to come visit us.
My dad is an engineer and really good at math. I, on the other hand, have never been good at math.
When I was in junior high my dad started helping me with my homework. We would sit at the kitchen table with "lots of light", pencils, an abundance of scratch paper, and of course my textbook. Before we started, he would always ask if I had read the chapter in my book.
"Of course not! How can you read a math book?"
And so we would procede...
Remember how I said he was really good at this? My dad would use ridiculous terms and overly confusing equations that he used on spaceships! Not my way watered down versions. I also got the history of math/the equation/everything else he could think of. This made me so mad because I just.wanted.the answer! The night would always end in me crying and being more mixed up than ever. I just think that people who are really good at what they do have a harder time understanding why I don't get it.
About my junior year of high school, my parents and I finally learned our lesson and I got a tutor who I exchanged math lessons with babysitting services. She treated me like she was talking to a third grader (which was great) and I passed the class. Not by much, but at least I got the grade!
I am taking a physical science class. My professor makes me want to throw my shoe at him. He is so knowledgeable about the subject, he can't teach it. He doesn't finish his sentences and confuses me even more when I ask a question. It brings me back to high school math.
I read the chapter (my dad would be so proud), and still have no idea what is going on.
Jake has been trying to help me. Now, we all know that adorable husband of mine likes to talk. I even raise my hand at home to let him know I have something I'd like to say. He, like my papala, likes to give me the history and test me on previous information.
Like last night, everything starts out fine. He explains it, great I got it. But then he continues to explain...
(and I'm not allowed to ask questions until he's done)
Now he has gone overboard and told me way more than I need to know instead of my watered down version I was already confused about.
Can you guess what happens next?
J: "... and that is why the protons and electrons become one and blabbidy blabbidy scientific mumbo jumbo chemistry. See? It's so easy!"
E: "This is stupid and I hate it and I'm never going to use this! This doesn't really exist and someone made up all this crap to make people like me feel stupid!"
P.s. Now we're yelling at each other over SCIENCE and throwing the book on the floor and pens at the walls and he's not going to help me because I have a bad attitude about it and I'm crocodile tear crying over the Periodic Table of Elements!
Every newlywed couple does this, right? Who doesn't argue over chemistry and laws of physics?
Maybe we should learn from our mistake and find a tutor who I can babysit for in return...
For the past few months I've been telling Jake "I am so bored with the way I look! I kinda wanna go blonde..." He kept telling me to do it if I wanted to. I'm sure this is mostly because he wanted to stop hearing me talk about it and he even admitted it might be fun to see me look a little different. So I felt the itch and I scratched it.
The girl that did it told me I looked like Rapunzel from Tangled. I immediately thought of my niece, London, who is occasionally found doing this scene from the movie in the yard.
Anyways. Here it is. The new cut and color. (P.s. It's going to take me a while to get used to. I still feel weird about it.)