I am addicted to crazy.

So today, we went to the beach.  Again.  Hawaii held steady at it's core temperature of 85 degrees (give or take a degree).  It was mostly cloudy, though.  And a little windy.  We saw (and violently molested) a rather large crab, and so we had that going for us.


Are you bored?  Yup, me too.


I would love to tell you I saved a whale by removing a golf ball from it's blow-hole (who knows that reference???), or wrestled a tiger shark for sport.  But I'm mostly a chicken when it comes to Hawaii and nature, because NATURE KILLS.  


Here's the thing, blogworld.  We've crossed the two-week mark here in the islands, and I believe that is the line between vacation and real life.  So we are officially doing real life here, and I'm not exactly sure what that means apart from rush, rush, rush, swim practice, craft project, blog entry, rush, rush, rush, go to bed.  Here in the *islands* its more like, watch tv, play the leapster, ride your bike, drive to a beach, dig a big hole, de-sand for 35 minutes, drive home, watch tv, dinner, bed.  It's not bad, it's just not FRANTIC.


And the sad truth, friends?  I am uninspired when I am not FRANTIC.  I imagine this is what tortured artists say about crack cocaine.  I need a craft.  I need a craft.  I need a craft.  Or a catastrophe.  Or a HOUSE TO SELL so that I can get on with more crafts and projects and painting and such.  *Itch, scratch, nervous tick.*


I'm not above visiting a Hobby Lobby while I'm on vacation/real-life.  But just like snakes and squirrels and the allergen that gives Little J eczema, THEY DON'T EXIST HERE and it's giving me a seizure disorder.  There's Wal-Mart, but as we've established in one of my first posts here in Hawaii--I am avoiding the most crazy, jam-packed Wal-Mart in the history of Wal-Marts.  Though I will say, this Wal-Mart is a double decker--All Wally-world on the first floor, full Sam's Club on the 2nd floor.  That is kind of awesome.


I am, however, working on a riveting post regarding the fried food fantasy of the *islands*.  But I feel this will be more honest and telling once I have an entire 4 weeks of cholesterol build up in my arteries.


But tomorrow?  Or today for most of you, since I am 5-hours behind Central Standard Time?  My husband FINALLY arrives.  He will be flying over the Pacific Ocean before I even peel my tired self out of bed--how's that for a time-bender???  I cannot wait.  Cannot wait.  Cannot WAIT.  *Itch, scratch, nervous tick.*  Planned for his first full day here?  We are going to drag the chickens up a volcano (relax, it's paved and NOT fiery).  Because I think we all need a heavy dose of frantic, screaming fun to breathe life into us again....