“I get knocked down, but I get up again…”

Go ahead, sing it. I’ll wait…

-are you done?-

Ok then. Today (Saturday) we got up and made our morning trek to ten bucks Starbucks. We then headed down to our MOST FAVORITE beach: MAKENA BEACH! On the way I noticed a restaurant “2 fish tacos w/mango salsa for $7.95” and made a note to myself eat dinner at “Alexander’s Fish”.

We spent the whole day at Makena. It is an amazing beach with HUGE waves which is perfect for body surfing -OR- in my case getting the crap kicked out of you in front of a large studio audience.

I watched Hubby for a while and took pics of him body surfing and wave jumping. He kept wanting me to come in the water to play. I avoided it for as long as possible because I just HATE the “sand everywhere” factor, but I finally relented.

I wasn’t in the water two minutes – I SWEAR it was TWO good minutes – before this monster wave hit (Hubby said it was about 5-8 feet?). Unfortunately, I was standing right at the break point. If you’ve ever been surfing – you are probably cringing right now. Did I dive into the wave like a good surfer girl? Ah, no. I panicked and just stood there.

Knocked. On. My. Butt.

That thing knocked me back so hard that I flipped completely over backwards and tumbled a couple of times up the beach. Another wave crashed in right after it, so I couldn’t get my head above water. I landed face down on the beach with my swimsuit not competely on. *ahem* I was GASPING for air and in fighting back tears. Hubby was frantically motioning at me and “whisper yelling” “YOUR SWIMSUIT!! FIX YOUR SWIMSUIT!!!” Um yeah – I’ll get right on it, as soon as I make sure I’m still A.L.I.V.E.!!!

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd, that concludes today’s body surfing lesson.

That was MORE than enough for me *oh great respecter of the mighty ocean* and I was back to sunbathing. Hubby played in the water for HOURS. We didn’t leave the beach till around 5pm.

Hubby wanted Maui Taco for dinner and I wanted Alexander’s Fish Tacos. We got our respective take out and sat across the street from the beach watching the sunset.

After walking around some little shops, we decided it was time to head back to the hotel to wash all of the sand off. *read: remove large quantities of sand from places it should never come near* Care to see the amount of sand that I dumped out of my swimsuit into the garbage? I thought you might!

You could build a sandcastle from the amount of sand living in my swimsuit.

Then, when I was taking a shower trying to scrub the “super-glue-like-consistency-sand” off my body I slipped in the shower, SCREAMED and landed with a thud. Hubby came running *my hero* to find me lying in a pool of sandy water nursing my wounds. I bashed my right hand on the side of the tub *which is still hurting*. Sheesh – what is up with me and the water today? Perhaps our next vacation will be in a desert environment…

Here are some pics from the day:

Before the “wave incident”:

Here I am in front of the beach. Notice Hubby in the background?

More in front of the beach See my groovy necklace?:

This wave crashing is comparable to the one that took me for a “ride”:

I have video of Hubby wave jumping but it takes too long to upload to youtube, so I’ll have to wait and do that when I get home. Hubby’s laptop battery dies, so I’m stuck uploading this with idiot-MAC well, maybe it’s the idiot browser “Safari”. Anyway – don’t expect paragraphs and I’m sure the formatting is out of whack.

I’ll be steering clear of water if you need me…

HA!! I outsmarted the MAC with my keen knowledge of html code. Take that grasshoper!!