Tag: vacation

The Lake Mead houseboat trip in photos

In a nutshell, it was a blast! Here are a few of my favorite photos from the trip…

the Lake Mead houseboat trip Gassing up the boats just outside of Vegas.

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the Lake Mead houseboat trip the Lake Mead houseboat trip
Smiles all around.

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The engagement story

How can we possibly top “Aaron got attacked by a shark” as our best vacation story? How about “and then we got engaged?”…

Aaron never intended to propose to me on our Maui vacation, but he did go with the intention of asking my father for his permission to propose at a later date. The cosmic irony of the engagement story is that Aaron was going to propose once he had paid off his credit cards. And he was so close too! Right before we left he excitedly informed me that he had almost reached his goal of being out of debt and then, once out of debt, he would put himself right back in that same debt with the purchase of my engagement ring! But that was not what the world had in store for us, or for Aaron in particular.

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The happy couple in the ER

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Aaron’s Shark Attack!

Okay everyone, here it is in all it’s gory goodness… THE SHARK ATTACK BLOG!!!!

But before I get to all the bloody stuff, I’m going to bore you with some vacation photos…

Day 1: Arrive in Maui and party!

This picture is scary because of the foreshadowing, Here we are at the Four Seasons on our first day in Hawaii. We decided to have drinks at the Four Seasons while we were waiting to check into our condo…

little did we know...

Look how happy and drunk and bipedal we both were!

Crazy foreshadowing… right behind my right shoulder (your left) is where Aaron would be attacked by a shark two days later!

Day 2: My cousins took us out on their boat to swim with the turtles.

mike's boat

A view of my cousin's boat from the water.

Later on Aaron would say that this day made his shark bite all worth it. He would have gotten attacked all over again just to be able to have the amazing experiences we did this day.

snorkel megan

A self portrait.

aaron skin diving

Aaron skin diving down to the coral reef.

sea turtle!

A honu from far away

honu

my favorite picture of the trip!

That evening Aaron and I drove around the island and visited several beaches…

aaron walking in the tide

This is one of the last pictures I have of Aaron on two legs.

DAY 3: the day that changed our lives.

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HAWAII 06 (the unfinished vacation blog)

I created a blog for my trip to Maui in June, I never finished it. So here it is now in all of its unfinished glory….

(the view from our condo)

ALOHA people!

my trip to Maui this year was awesome!!! just as good, if not a bit better than last year because Aaron came with me!!

And I got to spend a lot of time with my little sis, Morgan.

this year I actually got to go to the beach this time because i wasn’t too busy decorating my cousins house…

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Joshua Tree pics

Aaron, Curtis (Aaron’s roommate) and I all took a trip to Joshua Tree and went camping for the night. I highly recommend it. I thought it was going to be a big pain in the ass for just one evening of camping, but it was actually really easy and fun! If you have the time GO!

Self portrait of the 3 campers on our way

Keep reading for more pics from our camping trip…

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Route 66- Road Trip Pics

“It winds from Chicago to LA, more than 2,000 miles all the way…”

Yup, Aaron and I took a Route 66 road trip and it was awesome!

I flew to Indiana on New Years Eve and then drove w him from there to Oklahoma (where is family lives) and then from Oklahoma back to LA. 

INDIANA (New Years Day!)

After a New Years Eve filled with gunfire in the slums of Indianapolis, Aaron and i drove to see his family farm somewhere along the back roads of Indiana.

Check out pictures from the farm…

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happy spurt

my cousin jane has given a name to that short moment when something really small, like a text message, or a shoe on sale in your exact size, makes you really really happy. Like the jump-up-and-down-and-clap-a-few-times happy… if you’re a girl.
It’s called a “happy spurt.”

Happy spurt ex:

me & mike and urchin!

I need more of those right now.

Cellophane Birds

All around the base of the Eiffel Tower there were people selling various trinkets — from Eiffel Tower key chains, to models of the tower measuring from 2 inches to 2 feet. My personal favorite was the little bird-shaped airplanes that, when wound up and let go, would flap their cellophane wings and “fly” (though it was more like a slow fall) in circles to the ground.

The latter was the biggest hit with the children. One could hear them ask the same question in many different languages, “Will you buy this for me?” But they all seemed to communicate with the same international sign for ‘listen to me!’ by yanking on any loose piece of parental clothing.

There was a man with a third degree tan lying, propped up against a low wall, to my left. All around him were bright pastel paintings of the Eiffel Tower, which he had laid out on the pavement as lackadaisically as he looked (and painted).

A child with a ring of jingling Eiffel Tower key-chains approached me, shaking it noisily with a hopeful and questioning smile. But she ran off to find a new possible buyer when I matched her fake smile and shook my head non.

A slow falling cellophane bird caught the sunlight as it circled above the hot concrete. Mesmerized by this, I never noticed the pastel painter until he charged by me, almost knocking me over. I scoffed in annoyance, and went to turn my attention back to the Cellophane Bird Man, but he was gone too.

My eyes and thoughts naturally went back to the tower, when a teenage boy sitting on another short wall cupped his hands over his mouth in a mock megaphone and yelled, “Police! Police!”

Suddenly, the sound of heavy running footsteps resounded around the tower and the adjacent park; sounding like a flock of pigeons taking off in flight.

Some nearby vendors made like the pastel painter and bolted past me. And then I noticed that it wasn’t just happening around me. Through the other side of the tower, permit-less vendors weaved through confused tourists like water flowing around rocks.

I spun around to see the sights behind me and then noticed the comically compact police van. Sandwiched between two officers and being dragged like a naughty child was the pastel painter; his ugly paintings still tucked under his left armpit. The officers loaded him into their vehicle and, seeming content with their capture, the petit police van zoomed off; leaving the Eiffel Tower empty of cellophane birds.

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