Leimamo’s Life

I thought about it and decided not to bore the readers (me) with my umpteenth zillionth battle of the bulge. Instead, I’ll just dedicate this blog/journal to all things Hawaiian (at heart) and that includes us locals living in Japan.

There are quite a bit of us locals up here and since we live on a relatively small base, we all know each other or have heard of each other. By locals, I mean people who are originally from any of the Pacific islands, Guam included. Sometimes we all get together and pulehu in the backyard, suck em up a little, play ukulele and sing. Of course all the younger boys call us Uncle and Aunty, just like back home. They still take off their slippers or shoes before they enter the house and they still kiss and hug in greeting. So when they come over, it’s like being back home with my sons all over again. ugh!

There’s a mentoring progam where my hubby works and these local boys have listed him as their mentor. This is funny because he doesn’t even work in the same division as those guys and what’s funnier is that he didn’t know this until I told him. That’s something my sons would’ve done.

Can you tell I miss my sons?