No big surprise here!

This is a "color" test that has been circulating around our family's blogs. No big surprise, I came out RED. Those who know me will understand. For a better glimpse at my personality type, see my previous post on my ENFP type.

What's Your True Color?

My Result: Red

Your color is red, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love. So, since you're ruled by red, you probably trust your feelings more than your brain and tend to act spontaneously. If you see something you want, you go for it without thinking twice — impulsive is your middle name. You don't wait around for people to make decisions, either; you dive right in. Quite the romantic, you pay close attention to your emotions. In fact, if your heart isn't in what you're doing, you won't be satisfied. Of course, even when you do pour all your energy into the projects you tackle, your impetuous nature means your passions can shift as frequently as the wind. That's why some reds have trouble with commitment. Our advice? Next time you're feeling fickle, think before you act, if possible. You might be surprised at the results. Overall, though, it's great to be red. No one lives life more completely than you do.

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Reflections of ALOHA

Stickin' it to "The Man"

I felt like harassing security at the 86th Street Station in Manhattan.

Always keep the Surf Report on speed dial!

Here is a glimpse of what my weekends look like here in Hawaii. The south shore is a favorite place to catch some surf. Much Aloha to the "soul surfers", the longboarders.

Hawaii Lacrosse Invitational 2007

Over the past 10+ years, I have been privileged to play Lacrosse in some of the most exciting environments...most recently for the NYC Orcas men's team in Manhattan. I have played in tournaments all over the country, however, I have always wanted to play in the Hawaii Tournament. Recently I was fortunate enough to be invited by two teams to play in this great tourney. I played for Hawaii's Elemakule team as well as Team DaKine. Here are some tournament photos...

I forgot to read the fine print!

I believe that before we came to this earth we knew what we were in for. The plan was laid out for us and we chose to accept it. I love my life! We signed up for this! However, there are times when I feel like I forgot to read the "fine print".

Happy Honu!

I love living in Hawaii. I love to surf some of the best waves that the world has to offer, in some of the warmest conditions. Quite often, as I sit in the line-up inbetween sets, I can see plenty of Honu (Green Sea Turtles). They are so beautiful and graceful as they comb the reef for food. Many times they lift their head and often a fin out of the water as if to say hello to a fellow waterman. To me they are further proof of a Heavenly Father who obviously had an eye for beauty as this world unfolded in its creation. It saddens me that these beautiful animals are endangered (mostly due to human introduction). The Hawaiians believe them to be the physical manifestation of their 'Aumakua (Hawaiian Ancestors). Hawaiians show them Aloha and to see them is a blessing. In fact it was once Kapu (taboo) to harm them. Even with the introduction of Christianity, the 'Aumakua have continued to be remembered with fondness and reverence by Hawaiians. I look for the Honu every time I get in the water and I pray that these beautiful creatures will survive.

Aloha!

I miss New York and the urban feel of the city. As many of you know, while I don't condone the breaking of the law, I am a huge fan of "Street Art" and Graffiti. Here is a little bit of Aloha from Hawaii.

Mr. Incredible!

When I lived in Manhattan, I lived in a building on the Upper West Side with some of the cutest little Dominican kids you've ever seen. One of my favorite little buddies was named Mario. One day as I was walking up the steps to my apartment, I startled Mario and a group of kids that I had never seen as they were playing in the stairwell. As one little 4 or 5 year-old boy looked up at me, he said with intense admiration..."Whoa, he looks like the Incredibles dad!" I didn't know whether to be offended or flattered, seeing as how I was not in the best shape of my life, not unlike Mr. Incredible himself. I smiled at him and continued up the stairs. I often remember and get a chuckle out of the experience. Later that Week I was walking by one of my favorite spots in the city, (The Wall of Fame on 106th and Park in Spanish Harlem)when I saw this...