Internet Relationships

You know, I once heard a wise man say not to use the internet to date or to secure marriage proposals. What about using it after you are already married? The answer is obvious and so are the benefits. Without Skype or email having the kind of close relationship that one is used to having would be impossible. Granted the relationship cannot be exactly the same, but it can be "virtually" the same. Case in point:

A snapshot of a conversation with the wife. Skype at its best.

















A snapshot of Cora's conversation with papa. Isn't the phone supposed to be next to her ear?

















And without email I would never be able to see any of these photos:






















































Moorea in the background.
















Dina's uncle and aunt with Ilona, her mom.

Tahiti

Dina sent these few pictures from her sisters wedding in Tahiti. The gentleman holding Cora is her Grandfather, Marcel. In the photo immediately following we have (from left to right): Rautea (Dina's cousin), Ilona (mom), Marcel (Dad), Kathleen (neice, Marie's daughter), unknown girl (probably the grooms family), Benoit (the groom), Momo (the bride), unknown boy (grooms family?), (in the back) Jerson (nephew, Marie's son), Marie (sister) holding her new baby Miloli`i, Cora, Dina, and Tiare (sister).

All Hallows Eve

The thing about Halloween, for me, is I can't seem to come up with "the" costume. When I was five it was Spidey (Spiderman), later an Indian, and much later myself. See I stopped dressing up. Now I want to participate to the fullest, you know, wigs, outrageous garments that hide the truth about who I really am. Maybe some make-up, but I'm not too sure about that. Definitely some facial hair as in an old west cowboy or gunslinger.

This year I had a couple of options. One, an FBI agent. Two a computer geek. Admittedly, not my finest choices. Any guesses as to which one I went with. If you said FBI agent you are correct. Not a real powerful costume, let me tell you. And as some of these photos show, you can't even see my fake badge. One guy at the trunk or treat looked at me and said, "is that even a costume." After looking around at others outfits, it occurred to me that I need to, for next year, take it a couple steps further and change my entire outlook on what it means to dress up for all hallows eve. Can anyone say the second coming of Spidey? Yeah, baby!
p.s. I realize I look anorexic in the one photo, but really my doctor said I'm at a solid weight for my height. The other baby in the picture was dressed as Olympic swimmer Michael Phelps. And yes, he is wearing eight gold medals. Cool idea. The other couple in the picture? The Daws.

~Joz