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Sustenance Acquired

Oh. My. Goodness. I ate...and ate...and ate.

posted by Bolo | 11:18 PM
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Day 3

The results of Day 3 at home are in (partially), and believe me, I had fun. I ran into Steak Sauce and Campos at Kewalo's, and saw some of the video footage they were catching for the wedding. Good stuff :) Oh, also cruised at the new know the one, Boss...

posted by Bolo | 6:16 PM
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How I Know

I'm home, in case you haven't figured that out yet. No, not in my room in Fuller Hall; that's not home. Home is where I run and paddle around half naked half the day, tormenting my niece and nephews until they start asking me, "Uncle Johnny, when are you going back?"

Of course, being home is distinctly different than being in Kentucky. Other than the fact that I smiled like an idiot when the plane was landing, how do I know I'm home? Well, let me list the ways...

When I got to the park after getting in from the 'Ville, Leonard hands me a tray of au poke. For you white folks, that's seasoned raw fish. Yes, it's eaten like that - raw. that's love :)

Kayla's first words to me as she gave me a hug? "You're late."

The smell of the flowers. *Sigh*.

I told Mary and Kawika that I know I'm home when I automatically start talking in pidgin to people, and I don't even realize it.

Zippy's. Andrew said he wanted to buy me lunch from Zippy's, and I told him that while I wasn't too hungry, I could definitely go for a "snack". I said I'd take a Zip Pac, which I claimed I probably wouldn't finish, since I was just "snacking". Uhhh...Andrew wasn't convinced that I would have leftovers...and rightly so ;)

People look...local. The Asian folks don't look like twinkies, the haole folks don't look or sound quite so haole, and everybody else...well...they all complain appropriately about the City and County, so they gotta be local. Which means, of course, that I'm home ;)

posted by Bolo | 8:20 AM
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How do you know you're jet-lagged and exhausted? You know you're tired when you fall asleep while waiting to leave for a surf session, and then when Andrew attempts to wake you up, you just look at him and then roll over to go back to sleep. To top it all off, you don't remember a bit of it.

Yes, I'm exhausted. But I'm having a great time when my eyes are open :)

posted by Bolo | 2:17 AM
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posted by Bolo | 2:06 AM
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I went to bed sometime around 2 AM. When I woke up, rolled over and looked at my phone to see what time it was, I expected to see something at least close to approaching a double-digit hour.

7:30 AM was not what I was thinking I'd see.

Needless to say, my body clock is telling me all sorts of deceptive things right now. Oh well. Sandi and I spent the morning eating breakfast (which was the conversation which...uhhh...spawned the topic of the day) courtesy of the Parents Uchida, and then I helped Mr. Uchida with a little computer troubleshooting. By the way, Mrs. O'Neal, he just spent some time in Thailand, doing a little short-term mission work. We went through nearly a gig of pictures and video :)

Now, it's nearly 1 in the afternoon, and Andrew and I will be headed down to meet some dude at Zippy's. Yes, Zippy's!!! Woohoo!

posted by Bolo | 12:55 PM
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Topic to think on for the day: artificial insemination.

Yup. Seriously.

posted by Bolo | 9:20 AM
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Being Us

It's early in the morning here in Hawai' at home. It's quiet in this house, just like it always seems to be in this neighborhood. Andrew is about to head to bed, and the rest of the Uchidas are already asleep.

But for some reason, even with all the lack of sleep, jet lag, hours spent chasing down volleyballs and footballs and frisbees, and countless number of times I've frowned intimidatingly at little kids, I'm still awake. Is that normal? Yup. But why I'm awake is a little different. Very different. I'm happy to be home, but not in the same way as I've been in the past. It's more of a relief this time around, truth be told. I feel as though I needed to get away from life back in the 'Ville, and this is the perfect way to do so: spending a week at home, a week celebrating something that's been a long time in the making.

*Sigh*'s good to be home. It's just wrong that Boss can't be here with us, it really is. We miss him, and he knows it. It doesn't mean we'll celebrate any less, though...he wouldn't want us to. Of course, our kind of celebrating isn't so much found in making a big deal of the little things as it is in just enjoying the little things. How so? Well, when Andrew and I were driving over to Kailua this afternoon, I kind of paused in the middle of our conversation and told him, "You know, this feels totally normal. Like no time has passed at all, and we're just doing what we always do." He agreed, naturally. It did feel normal, just as though no time had passed at all since we last saw one another face to face. If Boss were here, he'd say the same thing. Why? It's 'cause we enjoy the little things...we always have. It's what makes

posted by Bolo | 12:59 AM
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Going Native

Chriyus dropped me off early this morning, and I had the Imago Boss with me the whole way. Want proof? You got it ;)

posted by Bolo | 12:10 AM
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