So when we came across agricultural inspections at Honolulu International Airport before our flight back, I had little cause for concern.

I wasn't sure what was allowed and what wasn't, but I tried anyways. I figured the agricultural inspection was just to avoid bringing mainland fruit to Hawaii, not vice versa. So, naturally, :) I had my bag loaded with plenty exotic fruits from North Shore. I was hoping to come home to SoCal and be able to plant some of these at our place and be able to reap the fruits of my labor for years to come :)

Soursops (sour sap), Mango's, Papayas, and Avocados were all stashed in my bag. Unfortunately they red flagged my bag and confiscated them right there on the spot. :(

I did manage to smuggle a chunk of sugarcane across which I plan to possibly plant shortly (shhh!).

I'm beginning to think we should've just stayed on vacation in Pupukea, Hawaii.

Our first day back, the morning starts with Roxy (our dog) crapping on the carpet, and then my first weblog entry gets lost when my browser crashes uploading to the blogger server.

Not only that, but it's pouring rain here, and email isnt working. . .

Joy!

I would like to apologize in advance for taking so long to post again, but then I remind myself that only two or three of you noticed in the first place.

I’d like to guarantee that I’ll be blogging regularly, but you never know what technological or time-management issues will crop up. Like take this week for instance. I'm in Oahu with my wife for a friends wedding, and waves, weather, and food are perfect :)

What am I doing on the computer in hawaii?
Good question.

Thanks to Rick for this one.
A Welsh rugby fan cut off his own balls after his team won.
From Reuters:

Geoff Huish, 26, was so convinced England would win Saturday's match he told fellow drinkers at a social club, "If Wales win I'll cut my balls off," the paper said. Friends at the club in Caerphilly, south Wales, thought he was joking.

But after the game Huish went home, severed his testicles with a knife, and walked 200 yards back to the bar with the testicles to show the shocked drinkers what he had done. Huish was taken to hospital where he remained in serious condition, the paper said.

Actually, I made the same pledge during the Playoffs last year, fortunately the Angels played like crap, thus allowing my boys to hang around for another season.

heh.

Pretty funny story here.

Apparently, a Slovak man trapped in his car under an avalanche freed himself by drinking 60 bottles of beer and urinating on the snow to melt it.

The article goes on to say (and here's the humorous part)

"Rescue teams found Richard Kral drunk and staggering along a mountain path four days after his Audi car was buried in the Slovak Tatra mountains."

I'll drink to that.

I need to preface this story by saying that I use the gym here at my condominium complex. Its small, but they have everything I need in it. Anyways, on to the story.

At least once during the week when I get to the gym, I walk in, and notice how freakin hot it is. (I live in LA, and its 75 degrees outside, and the gym feels like its 95 sometimes) Then I round the corner and there's this old guy in there on the cycle. He's peddling away, covered in sweat. Literally dripping. He wears a full track suit (the plastic noisy kind) and looks like he has many layers underneath that, and has the heater on full blast and the doors all closed to the gym. The mirrors are all fogged up, and there's literally a puddle underneath him.

He uses the bike exclusively and spins away for a good 45 mins. One time I asked if I could turn the heat down and he got all angry with me complaining how no one wants to break a sweat anymore, etc. But I could go ahead a bit. I walked over to the heater controls, and he had the goddamn thing on full heat! He stated that's the only way u get a good workout. Really annoying and gross.

Yesterday I went in the gym, and the heat was off, but I could tell he had been there. There was a nasty pool of sweat all over the bike, and all around the bike. Gross! I've seen him walking out of the gym while I was on my way in, and his plastic workout suit was literally dripping wet.

I'm not really going anywhere with this, other than to say:
If you workout in a gym, please CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF!
Remember, strangers who don't know about your Sweating habit on bike number 2 have to use that machine still!

Thank you, readers, for letting me vent. Doctors assure me the swelling in my brain should go down any day now.