Excuse me, your breath smells like "foot".

Feb. 8, 2008

Two weeks ago some friends and I went bowling. Due to the location (Navy base), a certain guy was invited so that we would have another vehicle to gain base access. A lil background on this guy: He's awkward. I'd say he pulls more on the 'sweet spirit' side…to be blunt--he's geeky. So we're all having a good time, some of us are trying to avoid Greg in order to have a good time. He's walking around the lanes eating a grilled cheese sandwich.

Different.

I tell a friend that it'd be funny to take a bite of one of his sandwiches. We grab a camera to document it. At church the following Sunday, Claudia and I are laughing about the sandwich incident. We then decide to talk to Greg about it to inquire if he knew who it was or not. We ask him, and then he says "Oh I knew it was Ehu. Let's just say I know how Hawaiian women like to eat." A couple minutes later he had the audacity to ask me to burn him a CD of Hawaiian music.

The nerve.

Last night at volleyball, I was wearing an "Aikau Family Reunion" shirt. Aikau is pronounced like "Eye-cow", it's my mother's side of the family. At the end of the night Greg's reading the back of my shirt and asks me how to pronounce "that". I respond by pronouncing Aikau/"Eye-cow" - to which he says "No you're not." I couldn't believe it. I just walked away. How do you even think about saying that back to someone??? I'd be more mad about it, but he's a dork.

How lucky he is that he's at church when he says these idiotic comments. The next time, I won't care where he's at because someone needs to tell him that he can't get away with being STUPID.

MR. AMAAAAAAAAAAAZING!!

June 16, 2008:MySpace Blog Conversion

My Dad is a pretty amazing man. Mosese Lomu was born in 1936 in Vava'u, Tonga. He joined the LDS church in his late teens, just a couple of years before he went on an LDS Church Service mission. I've always admired the adventures of his mission. He traveled all around the south Pacific helping build chapels and various church buildings, even the Polynesian Cultural Center. He knows all of the Polynesian languages. While on his mission, he was the rugby team captain, in a movie with Elvis Presley ("Paradise-Hawaiian Style"), married my mother in the La'ie LDS temple, and had my oldest brother---quite a mission if you ask me.
My father has done a lot for our family and I. I appreciate the way he's taught my brothers, by example, of how to honor the Priesthood and be chivalrous towards women. It set the standard of what type of man I want as a husband someday. He's taught me so many things, by example. Growing up he wasn't really around, but for good reason. He worked a lot. He was the best crane operator/rigger in all of San Diego. He provided a comfortable life for our family. When he wasn't working, he always seemed to be busy moving someone in or out of our ward/congregation [he owned a truck & a blazer] or involved in some sort of service for someone. He once told me that LDS also meant "Let's Do Service". He's rarely said 'no' to anyone and has taught my brothers and I to do the same. During my senior year of high school he got me interested in watching the San Diego Padres. It's something I value to this day. Since he lost his sight about 10 years ago, I enjoy being able to talk about baseball with him & telling him who's on base. My father's taught me a lot. Of all the lessons he's taught me, of these 3 do I respect the most:
-The Gospel's been restored.
-Baseball is life.
-Chevys are better than Fords.I love my Dad very much. Even though he and I are sometimes too 'tenacious' for our own good, I thank my Heavenly Father for every day I have him in my life.

In the Dispatch Dept.

I loved bloggin' on MySpace, til I discovered the wonders of Blogspot.  This will be part of my "Blog Conversion" Series, before I delete my MySpace. Yes, I still have it. No, I don't use it. 

(from Sept. 22, 2008, on my MySpace blog, the post was titled, "The Default Picture Blog.")

1.The stack of invoices that stack up each day(GRR Manny!)…that I can NEVER find any time to do them.
2. Tom's desk(I love his NY accent)…yep, I stare at the back of his head all day. The front is even better. 3.The list of extensions that are typed in size 2 font. 4. The desk that belongs to the ghetto chick who thinks my name is "HEY". 5. "Amylicioussss" 's desk.6. The "sign here/?" stickies.7. The temperamental printer that always tells me the cover is open, when it's not!8.Jeralyn, the woman who brings donuts every Friday and has a framed picture of George Clooney on her desk.9. The list of out of town charges for services. (Another list that's typed in size 2 font)10. The phone I answer about 30 times a days saying, "Dispatch, This is Ehulani"--only to spell & repeat my name 3 more times during each call.11. My iPod dock cord12. The trippy balloon pic that I ripped off of Jackie's old bday card that she left behind. 13. The post-it with important extension numbers I can never remember.14. The computer monitor I stare at for 8 hours a day, and that's also 4 inches too short.15. The owner of this desk.16.The username & password to AIMS.17. The desk calendar from Jake.18. My highlighters that have yet to be stolen from my desk.19. The "Notice of Eviction" letters I get to send out from Solomon, Grindle, Silverman & Spinella's law firm. 20. My yellow water bottle.21. Scrap paper/notes/reminders to print messenger & process forms (see 7). 22. The thick stack of call slips I'll go thru by noon. Carpel Tunnel Syndrome anyone?23. My mini vacation this weekend!! YAAAAAAAY PIFA!!24. My lil red pencil that I use to keep my place on the activity sheets….25. One of the MANY, MANY (about 20) Activity sheets I "get to" input each day…The BANE OF MY EXISTENCE!! 26. A couple of Knox File numbers (ie: my calendar/scrap paper)27. Edmund's cell number28. Liz's work number29. My mouse…another Carpel Tunnel Syndrome contributor.30. Knox's mouse pad.31. If only I could keep my phone on DND (do not disturb) all day! 32. The printer everyone uses, which means they practically stand over my desk and stare at me…annoying.