Nooner...

I endeavor to keep this blog more high-brow than most, but since sex is now part of my life, in some ways, it's hard to avoid.

I have been going home every day for lunch now that Anna is here. All I have to say is there are few things in life as wonderful as a "nooner."

If you know what one is, you know what I mean. If you don't, I feel so sorry for you...

Hypercolor Hair...

While playing on the computer last night, Anna walked up behind me and almost had a conniption. She saw something on my head that she was not pleased with.

I had as much or less dandruff than normal. The ticks have moved out since the lice came to town. A recent shampoo actually removed enough oil so she can't use my head as a mirror anymore. So what can affect Anna enough to cause such a scene? She found a white hair.

According to her, it was not just a light hair or even an old, worn out hair. It was, in fact, pure white as the driven snow. She blurted out, "I'm married to an old man!" I assured her that, unlike her, my hair wasn't all the same color. I had a bit of every color in my hair. She seemed to be convinced that I was just old.

It just so happened to be my father's birthday as well, so I wished him a happy birthday and told him that I was sharing his fate of old age. My mom wrote back and said, "Don't worry, Jared, red heads have every color of hair on their heads. Dad
says on the other hand marriage helps with getting white hair too!"

Amen.

Not That Bad...

After Anna had been on island for about one week she seemed to be into the groove of our new married life. One day, as we were getting into the car and I was opening the door for her, she volunteered her feelings on the nature of being married to me quite austerely:

"Not that bad..."

So that was the sum of our married life so far, "Not that bad." It could be worse, but still, not the most sterling review for a husband. At least she didn't use these other exciting endorsements:

• It could be worse...
  
• Better than bad...
  
• At least you don't beat me...
  
• I'd rather be married to you than bitten by a poisonous viper...
  
• Sure beats the life of Job...
  
• I'm so in love in like indifferent with you...
  
• You could have lost the coin toss, you know...
  
• Now all I need is a wife...
  
• I'm almost glad that I didn't put myself on that Mail Order Bride catalog...
  
• Who are you again...?

Maybe short of a David Letterman's Top Ten, but hey, not bad either, eh? So, looking at the glass as half full of Anna's favorite corn water (yes, yes; it's a long story), then I will have to say that she's mildly pleased. I'll take it.

Living Scriptures...

Anna arrived safely on island. I took her home, got her showered, showed her around. It was nice. I have a feeling I'm going to like it better with her around. And there was something else we got to do our first night in our apartment together. How should I put this in an adult fashion?

Genesis 2:25

"And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed."

Don't you just love living the gospel?

Goodbye Hawaii...

The wedding is over. The Honeymoon, too. My wife and I have graduated. We no longer are employed in Hawaii. We have seen all of the islands and all that they have to offer. It's all said and done. So, we bid Hawaii, Adieu.

One last Hula before we hit the skies

One last Hula for me as well...

Goodbye Aloha Clock Tower; with so much less excitement then the clock tower in Back to the Future it's no wonder why you are rarely visited

Goodbye Dole Pineapple Plantation; with cheap thrills that were cheap and expensive thrills that were also cheap

Goodbye loud bell at the Buddhist temple; You were a lot less fun to ring as it looked

Goodbye Blowhole; that never quite squirted water out like a whale as would be imagined or hoped for

Goodbye Chinaman's Hat; which was neither Chinese nor a hat

Goodbye Pali lookout; with your ever dependable wind gusts and awe inspiring view to amuse one for...minutes

Goodbye Honolulu; with your increasingly confusing streets you'll confuse tourists and locals alike for years to come

Goodbye Arizona Memorial; may my memories of you be as depressing as actually visiting you was

Goodbye Temple; may your celestial white reflective light continue to shine hope on the hypocrisy and shame that much of Laie has become

Goodbye Campus; which...well, we had mixed experiences, so let's just leave it at "goodbye"

Hawaii will always hold tender memories for Anna and I. But we look on to the future.

Hello Guam, what'ya got for me next?