My Bad

This post is the result of being up way too early and thinking anybody even cares about half this crap.

KAUAI - Just our kind of vaca. A different beautiful beach each day. Lots of amazing Mother Earth attractions. One of my favorites was Wailua Falls. Just a short easy drive from our condo leaving plenty of time for one of those beaches later in the day. The warning sign posted at the falls was truly a no brainer. Someone must have sued at some point for them to have to post this sign. You have to be a complete moron if you choose to go beyond this fence. And what's with the bullet holes?

And there was Waimea Canyon which was just freaky. Not a big fan of heights. Struggled at a few of the "scenic overlooks."

And then there was the helicopter tour that I was never, ever, ever going on. After a few drinks one night Rick finally talked me into it with a little long distance help from my brother Bob who told me it would be "life changing." Bob has always been dramatic and the accident has only made him worse. (I say that with only love in my heart.) I wouldn't call it life changing but I am glad I did it. Once. Don't need to do it again. I just kept telling myself that thousands of people do this shit every single day. So can I.
That is my life jacket around my waist. Not a fanny pack. I don't do fanny packs. Not a good look for me! This photo was taken after the tour. We went straight to the bar from here. I sooooooo needed a drink!

We took a ton of pictures and if you really want to see them all click here. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Lauren returned to U. of I. on Easter Sunday after a week long spring break. She didn't go away for spring break, poor baby. Maybe next year. When Lauren is home I can never find my cell phone charger or my Burt's Bees lip balm. I suppose there are worse things in life but my next cell phone will not be identical to hers.

After 4 months J & J finally moved out of our basement and into their newly renovated digs. While Rick and I really love living alone and having our space back, we do miss the kids. Happy hour is a little less happy. And I was just starting to get some weight on Justin. Ozzy is certain that each time he goes down the basement stairs he will find those bad kitties. It's hysterical to watch him, nose to the ground, frantically casing the perimeter of the basement. I miss the kitties too.

We are still a nicotine free household. I have lost track of the number of days but it's since Jan. 15. I remember the date only because it's tax day. Never a good day in our house. Some days are tougher than others but we trudge along.

Off to Puerto Vallarta on Saturday. A bit uneasy leaving all the ailing parents but we think we have it covered. This is our last trip of Lauren's freshmen year. What a year. Colorado, Italy, Mexico, Kauai and Mexico again, all for fun. Kalamazoo, Ann Arbor, Nashville and Providence for IllinoiSkating and more fun. Time to chill at home for awhile. I know Ozzy thinks so. He had it made when we were gone and J & J were living here. Not this trip Oz. Back to Sammi coming three times a day. Ozzy loves Sammi and vice versa but Ozzy would love Sammi more if she lived with him.