Finally, a beach day!

Had lunch at Ferraro’s at the Four Seasons yesterday. They have my FAVORITE meal of all time: a tofu and quinoa salad with big chunks of avocado and and a teriyaki sauce + a lahaina lemonade = my happy tummy.

We also spied whales going nuts as close to the shore as we’ve seen them yet. When she spotted them, my mom cried “I see a shark close to shore!” (She said shark, when she meant whale.) Our waitress was approaching as she said this and absolutely panicked! She got so frightened that she knocked over a glass of water into my dad’s lap. Poor thing. We explained that my mother meant whale when she said shark, we were sorry for frightening her. Of course we found out that she became jumpy because she had also been working at the Four Seasons when Aaron’s shark attack occurred. Poor thing. We totally unintentionally frightened her… TWICE now.

After a fantastic lunch, I decided to go to the beach anyway, even if it was a little too windy for a perfect beach day. And it was awesome. I drove the couple blocks to Charley Young beach and snagged the most perfect spot — on a little inlet separated from the main stretch of beach by large rocks, under a tree for shade, and angled myself for an amazing view of South Maui.

The view from my towel.

The sky and tree above.

The view behind me, almost as good as the view in front.

Me, finally relaxing on the beach.

I hung out in the spot for several hours, until it the sun started to set. Then I headed over to the park just down the street from my parent’s house, where I texted my mom to whip up her patented Lala Lemonades and meet me to watch the sun go down. While I waited for my parents to ride, I read Game of Thrones on my Kindle, nestled in my own makeshift throne of perfectly formed rocks — seat and backrest.

I sipped my blueberry vodka-spiked lemonade, watched people play with their dogs, watched a family of whales splash around on the horizon, and enjoyed the slowest sun set I’ve ever witnessed in my life. No pics of that because my phone died, and you know what, I didn’t care. :)

Lunch in Lahaina and whales

The weather’s been so iffy. Yesterday was bright and sunny, but definitely too cold to go to the beach/into the ocean. So, we decided to drive to Lahaina to have lunch at a restaurant my parents love called Mala. The view from our table was fabulous…

And the food was great too.

THen we thought, since we made the trek out there, we might as well just tourist it up and walk around Front Street.

My dad picked that hat out for me. Cute, huh?

And on the way home, we had to pull over because we spotted whales making big splashes in the distance. So we pulled over. I snapped this photo…


That black dot in the distance is a whale. I also grabbed this video where you can BARELY make out a big whale and a baby whale taking turns making splashes…

Today, it’s blustery and cold. But it’s still early. I’m hoping the weather gets hotter so we can hit the beach. I’m DYING to spend time on the sand. Now I must go walk off my non-beach day blues.

Windy walks and a special request

Day two of pseudo-forced vacation was a total bust due to weather.

The only highlight was that I took a long walk in the morning with my mother. It was incredibly windy, so the kite boarders were loving it, but it was a pain in the ass for us bipedal people. I could barely hear a word my mom was saying as we were walking side by side. But even though the wind was kicking up white caps like mad, we also spotted a whole bunch of frolicking whales way off in the distance. My first whale sighting in a year. It was wonderful.

We also came across an open house being run by a friend of ours, Gail, the realtor that hooked us up with our home in Maui. That was also really nice.

The walk, however left me feeling beyond exhausted and, since it started POURING rain I just spent the day napping, or surfing the web.

Which brings me to the worst part about this vacation…

Every. fucking. time. I try to relax and read emails, or comments on my blog, or click through my beloved RSS feeds, or even WRITE a blog, or write 750 words, or even glance at my phone, I get at LEAST one person bitching at me for what they perceive as working.

“Are you working?” “No.” “Mmmm hmm. I don’t believe you.” “I’m just [enter something here.]” “Well, you look like you’re working/it says you’re working on your IM status (that I haven’t thought about in over a year)/been online for a while.” “I’m not.” “Well, you better not be working.” Or people telling at me to do other things that, if they were at all possible to do at the moment, I WOULD BE DOING.

In the last two days I’ve been scolded by seven different people, and mostly SEVERAL TIMES by the same people. It was mildly annoying at first, but now it’s starting to anger me. ESPECIALLY since the whole “not working” stipulation to this trip was not even my idea. I feel like I was forced into not working and, so far, it’s turned out to be just as stressful as if I still had deadlines to worry about. Only now it’s promises to keep, and appearances to keep up, and actions to constantly defend.

And I know everyone who has lovingly bitched me out, indeed, has the best of intentions, I know you all are just looking out for me. But OMG it’s stressing me out. I hate having to defend my actions every time I open up my laptop. Just because I’m on the internet does NOT mean I’m working. Yes, I work on the internet, but I also do OTHER things on the internet, I also find it relaxing to just surf the internet, just like normal folk.

But unlike most normal folk, I actually LOVE my job. The act of turning a blank page into something entertaining and/or inspirational is a wonderful feeling. I would LOVE to be getting my mind off of things by writing new posts, but I made a promise to Aaron that I wouldn’t, so I can’t. And that sucks, because I could really use a distraction when my mind starts racing with all the thoughts that eventually ramp up to an anxiety attack.

Anyway, this is all to say. I love you all, but if you see me online PLEASE stop asking me if I’m working. Ask me ANYTHING else, because if I’m online it means there’s shit-else to do, so a chat would be nice. But the constantly checking in to make sure I’m relaxing is seriously stressing me out.

Now, to give a little bonus to those of you who actually read this entire tantrum, here’s a video that Stephanie (Offbeat Mama) shared with me that really cheered me up:

Flights, flowers & near fatalities: how I barely survived my first day of vacation

Day one of my (pseudo-forced) vacation started off rough — woke from a dead sleep at 3am remembering that something had not been done in preparation for Offbeat Bride that morning. Had to drag my ass out of bed and edit and schedule a post with my eye balls barely able to focus. But whatever, got it done! But then was unable to go back to sleep until 5am.

Woke up at 6:30 and started my usual pre-flight anxiety attack from leaving the house through arriving at my gate. Thankfully the security gods were with me yesterday and it was a breeze — no long and winding line, no bag re-check and no backscatter machine. Phew.

I also got a middle seat for my 5 and a half hour flight. Harrumph. But no worries — in true “flight to Maui style” I ended up making friends with the local guy I sat next to AND comforting the neighbor to my left, assuring him that the next 5+ hour flight, after his long trek from Norway to Los Angeles, would completely be worth the wait. He seemed to look relieved. In fact, by the middle of the flight, I was using the head phone jack in Norway’s seat, while Local Guy and I shared my headphones to watch the movie. :)

Obviously, things started to get better. My flight was a little late, so my parents were waiting for me at the bottom of the escalator with a fresh lei in hand. As I exited the airport and felt my first blast of fragrant island breeze I broke down in tears. I was happy, I was relieved, I was overwhelmed, I was in shock, I was home.

Sunshine in Pa'ia, me rockin' a lei.

My parents know how to welcome me back to Maui, they wasted no time in getting me to Flatbread Pizza Co. We chowed down on organic, all local-grown salads and pizza. And I downed two local beers, finally feeling “on vacation.”

We then took a drive down the coast. The wind was up and the waves were intense — kite boarders, and surfers were out in force, most of them just struggling to keep up with the force and the speed of the waves. But on land, we were flirting with danger just as much as the surfers. More

Taking a break

In a rare moment of Seriousness, I’m gonna admit something that I don’t generally share. I suffer from anxiety attacks. Mostly they just keep me from going out sometimes, and for a few years, keeping me from grocery shopping without the aid of an iPod and therapeutic tunes. But lately, and because of some life turmoil, those little mini attacks have turned into Full Blown Attacks.

The other night I had a complete panic attack — you know, not being able to breathe, feeling like a heart attack is eminent, clutching onto that poor guy I married and not being able to let go. And the only way I calmed down was when I took an anti-anxiety pill that was prescribed to me by my dentist in ’06. (Found it in amongst the dog’s meds after a mad search!) Oh so dramatic, I know.

The thing is, they’re not going away. And they come on with no warning. Due to the similarities between them and an asthma attack, I keep hitting my inhaler because the placebo affect works, so that means I have quadruple the amount of steroids coursing through my body, which means my heart rate is increased, which means that that it’s stressing me out more than usual. And all this is stressing Aaron out as well.

Aaron suggested that I take a break — a vacation to relax. So, this Sunday I’m heading over to my favorite island in the world and I’ve been ordered by both Aaron and Ariel to — get this — NOT WORK next week.

Not work!?

This is going to be hard. The only time I haven’t worked at all was in 2009 when I went on the houseboat trip that had NO WIFI access. The only time since ’09 that I took a bit of a break was when I was on a camping trip with my boss — who had to yell at me and then demand I separate myself from my beloved iPhone so that I wouldn’t sneak check emails.

Let’s all be honest here, I’m going to Maui and it’ll just be my parents and me in a location that I’ve been to so often that it’s like a second home, so I’ll probably have a LOT of down time where I will still work on things here and there. BUT Aaron has asked me not to work, so I will try my best not to.

Things I WILL try to do while on Maui:

* RELAX
* Stay off my laptop as much as possible.
* Read
* Go to the beach and just close my eyes
* Swim
* Work on improving myself
* Work on relaxing so that when I come back home I won’t be such a basket case.
* TRY not to obsess over the things that are getting me down.
* Have a few island-y cocktails
* Go for long walks
* Just freaking breathe — asthma free bonus!

Does anyone else have any advice for me on how to manage these panic attacks?

Young Megan: The Dork is strong with this one

Wrote a post on Offbeat Home that references a “young Megan” and so, of course, Ariel asked [read: demanded] that I link to this picture. (I have a sneaking suspicion that my darling boss actually has that link bookmarked, because I thought of this photo the other day and then thought “sigh, it’s somewhere on Twitter, I don’t feel like searching for it.” And then BOOM! Ariel links me to it no problem.)

So now I’m post it here for easy finding, for posterities sake, and so that we can all have a good laugh.

Ladies and gentlebergs, I give you Young Megan:

Looking at photo albums that my mom made and then gave to me. Can't believe my parents let me go to school looking like this.

A Nerd Hope: Megan’s nerdy 30 birthday video

I can’t believe I forgot to post this a while ago!

So, I got the absolute bestest birthday present of my lifetime from that wonderful guy I married. He contacted a bunch of my closest friends, family, and co-workers and asked them to participate in a special Nerdy 30 birthday video:

Highlights:
* The Star Wars scrolling intro.
* Special art work by Bill Nye the Science Guy.
* Oliver’s video that made me cry.
* Daren sending in his video from an Airborne Toxic Event tour.
* Stephanie and her friend drinking at the airport and singing me happy birthday.
* Erik being… Erik.
* Ariel and Tavi’s catchy tune (also Ariel’s boobz!).
* Aaron’s laptop theme.
* All the scenes from Olvera Street where Aaron spent a day collecting awesome trinkets for my other special birthday present.

Thank you thank you THANK YOU to everyone who participated in this movie. I’ve watched it a countless number of times now and I’m always BLOWN AWAY by the amazing people that I am lucky enough to be friends with. Wow. I’m one freaking lucky 30-year-old. I LOVE YOU ALL!

An extraordinary day

Yesterday was one of those beyond wonderful, life-affirming days. At one point I even started making a list of all the great things that had happened. Here’s the boring run-down of an extraordinary day…

I got to wake up and have breakfast with my mom AND that guy I married. This may sound lame, but I never get to spend much time with either of those people. So it felt really great to be hanging out over cups of coffee and pieces of toast.

Peezu and Jack tired after a day of playing.


I went with my parents to visit my grandmother and help her get ready for her home re-do. I brought along my dogs and they got to play in a yard for the first time since June! There was lots of running like crazy, lots of rolling around on the grass and lots and lots of playing fetch.

Gen getting some last minute work done on what makes her tick.


In between playtime and grandma time, my dad and I finally picked up Gen, the VW bug. I filled out another check for good ol’ VW Joe, who felt so bad that I was spending so much cash that he didn’t even charge me tax this time.


Dad drove her back to my grandma’s and while on the way back, on her first time back on her feet, I watched as a guy riding a really super vintage motorcycle pulled up next to my dad, took a long look over his shoulder at Gen and gave dad the raised “right on” fist. It was an adorable moment that got me really excited about how fun Gen’ll be to drive.


Ah, driving! Ready for the best of the best of my day? More

Damn it Gen!

The Bug
Did I ever tell y’all about how I inherited a ’71 VW bug from my grandfather? The car used to be my mother’s when she was college age and then, when my dad (her brand new husband) surprised her with a new car, her father took over the VW and kept her running and in good shape until he got too old to work on her anymore. So she’s been sitting on my grandparents driveway dying from neglect for about 3 or 4 years now.

When I inherited her I decided to name her “Gen” after my grandmother. I did so because when it breaks down I can yell “damn it Gen!” just like my grandfather yelled at my grandmother. It kind of became his catch-phrase. (My cousin likes to tell the story of how it took him a while to realize that my grandmother’s name was actually just Gen and not “Damnitgen.”)

Exactly two months ago my father and I had her towed to a body shop that specializes in Volkswagons. Good ‘ol VW Joe has been fixing her up and getting her running again. We went to pick her up yesterday, but my dad drove her around and said he wasn’t happy with a noise coming from the engine, and Joe said he’d keep at her. So I’m still VW-less.

I’m both excited to inherit this car as much as I’m frightened because, well, Aaron and I don’t need a fourth car to take care of (we already look after his car, my car, and the car that my parents leave at the apartment). AND it’s a stick… and I don’t drive stick… in fact I’m TERRIFIED of driving stick.

Sitting at the body shopping signing my name to a check of over a thousand dollars I started to think “mayyyybe this isn’t such a good idea.” Perhaps, once again, my sentimentality was outweighing my logical mind. But then my dad started up the car and when the sound, the smell, and the sight of this little green bug combined, I swear it was like seeing my grandfather again.

It was right then that I realized, there was never was any other choice. This car was and is going to be mine. No matter what, I’m not letting the story of this car die with my grandfather.

Thongs, kidnapping, and cat bites: Weird ways people found my blog

Inspired by my friend Drew’s blog, here is a roundup of the weird, and some down-right disturbing, search terms that lead people to find my blog:

  • papua new guinea tsunami receding water
  • my personal+blog+wordpress+kidnapping (wait, WHY plus kidnapping!?)
  • are you finished with those arons
  • thong shows
  • arson campaign map (I don’t think that arson needs campaigning)
  • cat bite wound gone numb (you should get that checked out)
  • photos of weird chicken eggs
  • chris o’dowd school (I want to go to there)
  • bony sandler (is that Adam’s brother?)
  • good morning sad roses photo (just added “Good Morning Sad Roses” to my list of band name ideas)
  • i wanna be the ugliest (and it brought you here!? Aw, sad roses :( )
  • dogs on crack
  • man in thong with guns (what is with people and thongs? I have no thongs here people, move on)

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