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so we returned from hawai’i, much more tan than when we left and much more married as well. we had so much fun in hawai’i, it was insane.

i will maybe post a diary that chels kept on our trip later, but just wanted to put a quick post up while i was thinking about it.

if you are ever in the position where you are debating wether or not to go to hawai’i…  GO!!  it’s awesome.

the one thing about hawai’i that i really like is aloha.

if you read my blog religiously, and i know you do, then you know i’m all about the plur.
plur is an acronym that stands for peace, love, unity, respect.

aloha is a much more emotional version of plur.  it, too, is an acronym (from what i’m told, although i’m not sure if the acronym was made to fit the word, since ancient hawai’ians had no written language), although it’s in hawai’ian.

aloha (from a sign in the honolulu airport):

A stood for the word aloha meaning welcome, what i have you may have, share with me.
L stood for the hawai’ian word loko maika’i which meant, what i have said comes from my heart, good intentions.
O stood for the hawai’ian word ‘olu’olu meaning happy. this is part of our heritage – a happy hawai’ian people – happy doing for others.
H stood for the hawai’ian word ha’aha’a meaning humility and meekness. we welcome you, we do things for you, because we are happy and very humble to serve.
A stood for the hawai’ian word a’a ka maka which meant, our eyes are wide open but our lips are sealed. if you have taken all from us, who are we to say, for we knew what we were doing.

thats just cool.

so plur and aloha

man, it’s so crazy how the little things are what kill you.

everybody always talks about how wonderful thier wedding was, or how wonderful yours is going to be when you have it, but nobody tells you what a nightmare it is planning it. and it’s not the major things, either. it’s the little things: the seating arrangement; the decorations on the table; the gifts to the groomsmen, parents, brides maids, and anybody else; the way your hair is done, and i’m a guy; and everything else that i have forgotten, and won’t remember until it’s too late.

everybody also always asks me if i’m getting nervous…  nervous?  who has time to be nervous, i have to crop pictures for the seating arrangement cards, print them, buy the wine, get my hair done, pick up the engravings, get the rings, clean the hot tub, build a deck, bolt down the canopies, give my two cents on the decorations, help with the dinnerware, buy some serving platters, build a playlist, figure out where the speakers are going, edit the song for ‘the walk’, burn the cd, buy some speaker wire for the deck speakers, mow the lawn, make the rehearsal dinner, and on and on and on.

holy crap.

ask me how it was when i get back…

i’ll tell you it was wonderful, wink, and leave it at that.