Maui Babe- Last Days

Well its finally time. Not that I was counting down or anything… I think it’s finally come time that I take a trip with my friends instead of my family. I don’t get intimidated by airports or hotel check-ins, yet my 24-year old sister still does. My parents joked a couple days ago that Cobie (little brother) and I should stay in the “lower standard” hotels to shock us of what we have. As I was meagerly interested of pondering about the scenario and offended, it got me excited to prove them wrong. I am very thankful for all my father’s hard work gets me. But I believe I can enjoy myself with very much less. It pisses me off when people think I’m just a little rich boy with all the stereotypes to go with. I do enjoy the finer things in life. I love the 4 star restaurants and being able to go to the W after, but I am fine with a salad in a tent by the beach. Who knows I may enjoy it more. It would be a change for sure; my family never does outdoors activities. Dad says, “Why go outdoors when I already pay for air conditioning.” It’s crazy to me, but at the same time I can understand where he is coming from. He spends almost 20 hours a day 5 to 6 days a week suffering so we can have some off time. So how can I blame him for wanting to go to nicest place he can think of instead of going fishing. I just think, as a family, we could bond more if we did more than move some luggage bags around.

As of right now I am supposed to be making a decision. Thee decision I should call it. It seems like the only thing that matters right now. “What are you gunna do, Bo?” “ You got it nailed down yet there, Bo?” “Where you gunna go on your mission, Bo?” “When do you leave, Bo?” My dad treats it like a business choice. I know there’s a lot more big decision I’ll have to make in the future, but this isn’t the difference between investing or selling your stocks. This is the big kahuna! I could try my heart out at basketball, but even questioning that very claim makes my chances that much smaller. Most athletes like me are suppose to have limitless determination; a never say never mentality. And I don’t know if I have all of that. I mean at 19 I am old for a basketball prospect, and I can’t even win a dang 3-point contest. It pisses myself off that I can’t get a lead; I can’t feel like I’m good at something anymore. In high school, I felt basketball was that one thing I was good at. Sure I could make a sauce, or dance the tango, but I knew I was better than anyone at what I did. Now I’m just mediocre at just about everything. That’s why I can’t find what I want to do in life cause I don’t have something that I’m truly good at; something I was ‘born to do’.  So if I were to go on a mission, I’m scared I would tear myself up because I don’t know thing about what I’m doing other than letters I get from people out on the field already. Who knows if I can really do it myself? I can barely read the scriptures out loud. Yet I’m willing to take on the challenge to do something totally out of my comfort zone. There’s testimony after testimony of the benefits of a mission, but those come from the church itself only. How am I to know how it’s really going to affect me? I still don’t know what I’m going to say when he remembers our agreement, but right now I’m leaning toward going. I always love the challenge, and I trust my friends’ opinions. All will be well if I have faith. I think it will be good for me. I really don’t have a plan and my dad is dying for an answer. Heavenly Father be with me J.  

Maui Babe 4

Another fun day in paradise. Today's objective: Dominate a Volcano.
I set my alarm for the wrong time, and wake up at midnight. Not fun. Finally got up and on our way. My journey started a little past a tiny town called Piea'a. As a bunch of semi-shivering tourists sit and wait to get their biking gear from a bunch of men that constantly look like bums. One struck a conversation with me and come to find he was actually sealed in the Saint George temple, how sweet! I quickly get my gear to act like I know what I'm doing just a little bit more than the rest of these 'shoebees'. When I'm done I need to pee. The biking place is only a small room that was once a canary, so I have to go into the back into a big hallway. At the end of the hallway there is a sound that resembles a rock concert. The sign said, chapel but I wasn't sure. The door was open so I took a peek through the dark room. I almost giggled at the sight. I'm not dissing them. I want to go to other religious activities, but I'm so used to mine any other just seems weird. These guys looked like a bunch of beatniks getting high to the sound of music. I kept my cool and relived myself without offending anybody. At the top of the mountain like volcano I noticed a beautiful couple in matching biking shorts/suspenders. Their awkwardness alone attracted my attention. The tour guide got out our bikes, and we were soon on our way. We spend down the mountain like a bobsled team in the middle of summer. I stopped frequently to take advantage of the beautiful view since we were at the top of a beautiful island that anywhere you look is from the Jimmy Buffet calendar collection. A few of my favorites was the plastic horse ranch, the convenient cemetery (just in case you didn't make it all the way down), and a couple with me and pops. I made it down the hill in record time.

Me capturing a moment with the Suspenders Guy

Looking back up at what we've done so far 

Maui Babe 2

It is now the morning of day two. I woke up a couple times during the night because I was dreaming about my EXes, what a waste of dreaming! I hate when that happens even if it was a good dreams. I also  received a rampage of texts to ask us about the tsunami. I enjoy people that worry about me, seeing somebody that actually cares. But nothing happened other than a splash at the local airport. It was kind of anti-climatic, but at least everyone is safe here in good old Hawaii.
Last night the crew went to a thing called Cirque Poloensia, a mix between a Lu'au and Cirque du Soleil. It seemed cheep, there was plastic seating and a person with a laptop to check us in. Turns out Mum didn't us the right service or something... long story short, we took 40 minutes to find out they didn't have our tickets. A guy dressed up in a green skin tight jump suite did hand stands on everything around us. Mum was getting more and more pissed. Quite hilarious from the side lines. The show wasn't that bad, there was no mix between the performances and the hula dancing, but if it were in vegas I would have given it some props. Overall I'll just call it... "a performance worth seeing."

Maui Babe 1

Day 1.6 (We got here yesterday, but you can't really count that),
For spring break my whole family and I are at Maui for a little more than a week. I should be out enjoying the sun and the waves, but my little brother is out at the pool and the parents are at the spa. As it's so wonderful to still go on trips with the fam so I can go to fine restaurants and such... it also means I have to stay where all the old couples stay. Naturally, there are no babes in sight at this place other than one or two, but they got a ring already. So I wandered up the the room to get a little post to you guys.
It's my goal to write a travel journal while I'm here. So far we haven't done that much as it is just our first day. I worked on my bod a little, and went to my favorite lunch spot, Hulu Grill right down the board walk. Their Hawaiian version of Fish and Chips are to die for! Plus, with the crab stuffed wontons and sand between toes you could give me McDonalds and I'd be alright.
Tonight we're planning to go to this Circus/Lua'u thing, but till then... Let me get back to the beach!

Mum takin in the sun

Livin the College Life

Well it's been two semesters, but I finally had my first true college experience guys! I was up at Orem helping out to film The Utah Flash game (D-League for the Jazz and Hawks) and after I decided to have a little fun. Now remember I'm a good little child, so I didn't go out drinking at a frat house with hookers running the nude mile. No, I got to hang out with my best friends from BYU and UVU. First we went to  Sammy's, a little hole in the wall, on Center Street. They actually put a slice of pie in your shake! So good. Of course anything is good with good company. We then went back to the femme dorms were we laughed till the sunday sun came. We reminisced of all our horrible dating experiences and our love for Kid Cudi, and so on. It was nothing but fun, I'm so thankful for my friends to cheer me up when my college hopes were almost lost.
Much Love!

Love for The Power Rangers

If you knew me when I was in grade school, you knew I was obsessed with The Mighty Power Rangers. Oh yah. I would cry my little heart out if I missed a episode, and this was before the DVR was around so I planed my whole day out around when the show was coming on. I bought... well I shouldn't say I... my parents bought all the megazords. I would sit for hours putting them together, having intergalactic battles, then taking them back apart for tomorrow. I still remember the day when I realized that the power ranges were 'not cool' (very tragic moment indeed). Well today I was having dinner and noticed that The Mentalist, that show on CBS, was being shot outside The Power Rangers Command Center I instantly recognized it like an old friend but you really don't remember their name, but you know you've seen them before sorta thing! I grew up thinking it wasn't actually a real place. So you could imagine the excitement on my face. It's called House of the Books in davis county, california. I guess a lot of TV shows have shot there before to my amazement. I'm putting it on my bucket list to go there someday.