Single again (for now)

Sorry I haven't been blogging this week but it's a pretty-hum ho week. My week pales in comparision to Scott's "man-trip" week. I'm pretty jealous of his daily escapades. What was the highlight of my day? Hmmm...let's see. I stay up until three in the morning every night and tonight I found Stanton had a open bag of those "2 flavors in 1 bag" doritoes. So, I spent five minutes picking out and snacking on just the "pizza" flavor chips. Just to mess with his head. He has no proof, not unless he remembered the original ratio of "pizza' to "ranch" flavor chips. And why does "pizza" just taste like the original "nacho cheese" chips? And when did "cool ranch" get downgraded to just "ranch?" Bad advertising move. You never want to downgrade your adjectives. Always go bigger. "cold ranch" or "arctic tundra ranch"

I'm just watching "paycheck" on TBS. I don't care what people say, Ben Affleck is a acting genius. Good thing he's handsome. With Scott gone, the only thing I can take comfort in is that I can sleep on his side of the bed which is directly in front of the TV.

So Scott's birthday was this past week. I love Scott but he is so hard to shop for. It's made worse that he always gets me great gifts. One year, he got enrolled me in a scuba diving certification class that...I still haven't taken. Little fear about breathing through a big straw. I'll admit that I get buyer's block when it comes to Scott. So here's been my unlucky traverse through finding the "perfect gift."

1. Wracked my brains trying to think what he brings up. A month (he says a couple of months ago), my wrist band on my watch broke. A watch is pretty mandatory for my job since everything is date/time stamped down to when you pick up something. So he let me use one of his watches...I assumed while he got my watch fixed. Lo and behold, turns out he thought I was going to get my own watch fixed. I firmly believe we should go with our strengths and that's not one of mine. So he kept bringing it up over and over again about how much he loves his watch. so, the friday before he left, I figured...as a PART (not the whole thing) of his birthday gift, I would go to Windward Mall and try to get my watch fixed so he could get his back. Aren't I sweet? Well, that darned boy, that morning, he tells me..."today, let's go to the mall and get your watch fixed." Hello, you ruined my whole surprise!!! When I told him my plan, he wasn't as thrilled as I thought he might be. He didn't seem to appreciate the depth of my gift...that I listened to what he really wanted. I might have mentioned that I considered the fact that if my watch band couldn't be fixed, I might have to buy myself a new watch to get him back his watch. I just considered it, I probably wouldn't have done it.

2. A few weeks before, I checked out his Amazon wishlist and bought a couple of things that he had on his list. That darned boy...if he doesn't go "Hey, just check out my amazon wishlist if you need ideas for my birthday. By the way, what did you buy today from Amazon for $....." Yes, because Scott checks out every single transaction that goes through our bank or credit card. How are you supposed to buy something for your husband in secrecy if he sees how much you spend every day? tell me please.

3. I actually thought of a great gift. Scott loves "Top Chef" and it just so happens that the winner of Season 1 has a restaurant in New York. So I called John-John and got the lowdown on their schedule...and then I tried to book reservations online. AAARGGGHHH!!! The restaurant in only open for dinner and Scott's nights are fully booked. I dunno, I think it's the thought that counts and this was my best idea EVER. Since it wouldn't work out, I told Scott my idea so maybe I at least could earn brownie points for it.

Future President/VP?

I like to read yahoo news, this was the title of one of the latest article posts.

"OBAMA, BIDEN kick off next phase of campaign."

Anyone ever realised that if you just add a "nla" to their names, you show a remarkable similarity to a character by the name "osama bin laden?" Just a random thought. In case this post ever gets noticed by civil service, I don't mean it in any way shape or form of treason. Please don't make me pay. Now that I think about it, they're completely different. Yup, off the chart different.

Collision at Kakaako

This past Wednesday was our church all-worship night under the stars in the outdoor ampitheatre at Kakaako Park. This is hands-down one of my favorite things the church does. I love anything that is outdoors at night, movies, hikes, and worship nights. Plus I have fond memories of Kakaako. We used to go there in high school with cardboard boxes and go sleddin' da hawaiian way. I have a lot of pictures of Ui's two cuties but i've kept asking her if i could practice taking pictures of her kids. Koko, more of a ham, was ready. Actually, Uncle Clinton and I both told her way back on Wednesday that she had to get ready because I was going to be taking pictures of her on Wednesday. She responded by instantly striking a "one hand on the hip, head tilt, big teethy smile." Okay, Koko, not now. Wait til wednesday. So Clinton and I kept telling her that she couldn't smile until Wednesday or her mouth would get tired out. She looked all serious and you could tell she was concentrating and she pressed her lips together in a straight line. It lasted 3 seconds before she started giggling again. But, as you can see from the pictures, she got a fresh supply of smiles. That girl can find a camera anywhere...she would be sliding down the hill and she could sense when a camera was on her...full eye contact and big smile.

Ha'o was a little more camera shy...actually, I just got the "not now, I want to slide" look a lot but at the end, he totally gave me the poses. Awesome. The vertical pictures look pixelly...I don't know why but sometimes it does that when I enter them into my blog. They're fine on my flickr site. I have two yahoo accounts so I use both of them in flickr to upload and store photos cause I'm too cheap to spend 25 dollars a year for unlimited account. Well, for some reason, I am locked out of one of my accounts. My password no longer works out of the blue. I tried to log in the back way but i can't bypass my own security measures. It's the first email account I ever set up and i was in college in boston. I have no idea what zip code I used because I tend to use Honokaa for everything but I was living in boston and staying in oahu for the summers. I think I also lied about my birth year because I didn't want people seeing my personal information (I didn't know it was for security). So, it sucks, I can't get back into my own email account. I had to create a third yahoo account just to upload more pics.

A fine mist of pulverised "you don't want to know"

Here's our marriage deal:

I mow the lawn, Scott weedwacks (I don't know why but I always want to put a "H" in "wHeed").

I try to mow the lawn before I go to work so I had to split it by mowing half yesterday and half today. Unfortunately, it's been blazing hot and as I've been sweating it out pushing that lawnmower around, two things strike me. Me and my sisters all had to mow the lawn growing up on the Big Island, mainly because my dad didn't hit the "son" mark until the fourth kid came around. So, for a good decade, it was the Loftus girlies mowing that lawn. I actually like mowing the lawn because I like seeing the clear difference it makes. However, there are two vast differences between my childhood mowing escapades and my current situation.

1. "You don't want to know" piles
Past: Our dog Lassie's um...contributions laid out on the lawn were not left there. Part of lawn duty was to take the shovel, scoop, and toss it into the lot next door. When you live country Big Island, chances are your lawn is going to neighbor some sort of wilderness where "you don't want to know" will disappear in some sort of weird Hawaiian triangle. It was kind of fun when you could see how far you could fling it...and then someone bought the lot and built their house on it...strangely, I don't remember what we did with the poo then.

Present: Scott's dog Charlie also makes daily contributions. But these you leave lying around the lawn like some sort of landmine. I guess it makes sense, our neighbors would really hate us if I tried to clean the lawn Big Island style.

2. Lawnmowers
Past: Our lawnmower was your standard chop-it, spit-it-out-the-side lawnmower. It made for the tedious task of then having to rake up the cut grass. Considering I lived in Honoka'a where it rains 4 days out of every week, it was quite an ordeal. And, then, you guessed it, toss the cuttings into the lot next door...nah, I don't remember what we did with it.

Present: Scott has this mulching lawnmower. It finely chops the grass into a dusting of grass mulch that you don't have to rake up. Love it, wouldn't you.

Except, I realized, if you combine these two factors, you end up with something more than just pulverised grass. A mulching lawnmower combined with piles of "You-know-what" creates clouds of pulverised "you don't want to know." Gross. I tried different methods...I tried running with the lawnmower to rush through the clouds, I also tried squatting and trying to let the wind carry the cloud away...but I don't think there's any way to avoid it. You just have to shower immediately following and burn any clothes you were wearing.

I'm sorry if that was unappetizing and completely random, but this was what I had to think about for forty minutes in the hot sun.

Tomorrow is our church outdoors live worship night at Kaka'ako Park at seven. It's going to be awesome. I wonder if my sister will want to come. Here's a storyboard of Chayne's rolling...Cheyenne hasn't learned how yet(probably because she insists on being carried every waking minute). Chayne is real smart...she tucks her knees under her butt until she's off-balance and then her body just naturally rolls over. I watched her do it three times.

Hoop Jam and the Ch-Ch twins

Can you tell them apart? They obviously look different when placed side-by-side but I can see how it may be difficult in individual pictures. Cheyenne is in pictures #2 and #4 and Chayne is in pictures #3 and #5. I love flickr, yahoo's picture forum, and the Hawaii flickr group just had a meet-up in a downtown studio. I had lunch but it made me aware of the fact that I have never taken a picture in a studio with studio lighting. These are taken in my niece, Darilyn's, room. I choose it because it's on the side of the house facing the hot Waipahu sun. I just her bed with it's slightly yellow sheet (they don't have white sheets) so the background isn't perfectly white. I overexpose the images a little so the fabrics are a little lighter, and my nieces are pretty naturally dark already. They both like to smile. Chayne will laugh out loud. Both of them like to look at you and talk (garbling intently). My sister does not raise shy girls ever.

The Hoop Jam tournament wrapped up today. Hope Chapel provides volunteers for this island basketball tournament and the proceeds are donated to the Dominican Republic missions. Scott runs a three point shoot-out game and those funds are used for the Japan Mission team. Yesterday, the Aloha Stadium was overwhelmed with Hoop Jam, the swap meet, and a mass amount of people trying to do a big group hug or something like that. Jasen's girls kept calling me because they were hot and bored, so I just swung by and picked them up and took them to my sister's to visit the babies. Cheyenne was sleeping so only Chayne was up. Kelia kept bugging me to wake up Cheyenne so I told her cross her eyes at Chayne and she would see two babies, same thing.

Today I did make it to the tournament, straight from church so it has been a long day. There were such cute little kids playing our 3 point shoot out game. They actually gave the "old"er players a run for their money. Soccer is in my family's blood but little boys look so cute with their basketball shorts down to their knees and their socks pulled all the way up to the knees. A-dor-able.

HB turns 6 months

Olympics are jacking up my sleep schedule. I get home late and then I just have to watch the Olympics we recorded on our TiVo. Even with fast-forwarding, I've been staying up to three in the morning. Whenever I watch the Olympics, I always get inspired. As I get older, my options of realistically making it to the Olympics get more limited. I remember when the Utah Olympics had that sport where you slid a "thingee" on the ice to try to make it onto a target...that may be my best chance if that ever returns to the Olympics. I like to sweep. I'm going to have to start training, I wonder if Ice Palace will let me bring in my own broom.

Last night, we had this HUGE flying cockroach in our living room. If only I had thought to videotape the shenanigans that followed. Scott tells me to get the RAID as he starts to roll up the newspaper. Why? I ask as I watch his fist clench his 5" long newspaper tube. "To back me up, Keao." Hmmm, I wonder if this was in our wedding vows. I really should have paid more attention. I grab the Raid and I watch as Scott takes the first try. This huge "moth-like" creature is flying figure eights in our living room and Scott is trying to swat it...crippled by his fear of roaches...as he cringes and ducks as he futilely swings his short little newspaper tube. He's nowhere near the roach. But he seems to be creating updrafts that the roach is now cruising in. It landed on the wall and Scott ran and swatted the wall, but he flinches at the last moment and hits the wall a full two feet below the roach. Then, I jump in the mix with the RAID trying to spray it as it flies erratically around our heads, thus creating a mist of pesticide around our heads. It was a good five minutes of Scott frantically swatting at air with his eyes closed and me trying to spray an almost empty RAID can before we managed to decimate that sucker. Oh, I hate flying roaches.

Hey, little HB turned six months old. Although, you can probably figure out her real name from the pictures. She's so cute. She sits perfectly and I think six months of picture-taking has trained her well. Liz was trying to feed her but everytime she heard the shutter clicking, she instantly looked at the camera. That-a-girl!!! Her blue eyes are more gray by now, so stunning.

Hey, tomorrow is Hoops Jam if anyone wants to help out.

Joy's Birthday Breakfast

One thing I can say about Joy is that she truly embodies her name. She's been taking care of family and has been at home a lot for the past month. So, we managed to rescue her for a birthday breakfast....she wanted to try Boots and Kimo's in Kailua. She's never been there and neither have I. So we skipped out on Zumba and met up with Jenny (who is will be leaving us in a week to teach english in Japan).

I was very proud of myself. I tried something new and it was pretty good. We had to sit outside for a while, man, that place is busy. So, we amused ourselves by taking pictures of each other. Jenny and Joy both ordered Boots and Kimo's pancakes with macademia nut sauce. It did look good, I just didn't want to order it because I don't like nuts. But, oh boy, the sauce looked like they poured frosting over the pancakes. What an ingenious concept!!!

I saw some old friends, Tyson and April, who have moved to Maui but are back for a visit and I inquired about my good friend, Josh, who is interning for medical school in Maui. He has kind of a whirlwind romance going on. In the beginning of this year, he started dating a girl in Laos that he met on several mission trips. They just recently became engaged and set the date for this December. It's a little chaotic for me since he seemed to be calling me once a week with news that seemed to top the week before. So I asked my friends how Josh is doing and they said that he's already writing his wedding thank-you cards. Apparently, he's writing

Dear ____,

Thank you so much for the ___....

I guess he's going to fill in the blanks later on. He's so crazy.

Fairies under our mango tree (2 year old Ali)

I have to catch up...I'll be blogging about "Joy's" Birthday Breakfast next. Last week Friday, Scott and I watched Ali. Her dad called us the night before and he was in a bind. Of course, we'll watch her!!! We adore her. She calls us "Uncle Scott" and "Auntie Mama." Pua taught her to call me Auntie Mama and her pronounciation has gotten so much better since the days of calling "Unkle Sock."

The only downfall was they brought her at some unforgiveable early hours...it was like 7:30 or something. Sheesh. Actually, she looked tired too but her parents dashed any hope that she might take a nap. She's so adorable, she just talks non-stop. And she spent most of the day in our car. We had to give Jasen a ride to Waipahu and we were a little worried because we remembered how much she hates her carseat. I sat in the back with a DVD player and like 5 kiddie movies. She was so well-behaved but the movies didn't really keep up with her rapidly shifting attention. She would watch 10 minutes of a movie and then ask for another movie. And she hadn't eaten breakfast because all we had was rice and iced tea...oh, and japanese hard candy. Actually, I did kind of feed her 3 chocolate chip cookies cause I felt bad that she must be hungry. So we told her that we would stop at McDonalds. Oh, that made her day. It also made the 35 minute drive to Waipahu very long as she kept looking out the window at H-3 and asking for "donohds?" And she kept up the questioning the whole drive back.

And then we had to drive out to Temple Valley and I offered to drive this time and give Scott a break. I put Ali in the car, climb in...and to my surprise, Scott jumps in the back with Ali and leaves me sitting alone in the front. Humph!!! I see where I rank.

Then, we let her play in the backyard with Charlie and made her a little pool out of Scott's diving bin. I think she had fun. So much fun, that when her babysitter showed up to pick her up, Ali started crying and clinging to us. Oh, it broke my heart. I was this close to calling in sick so she could stay at our house all day. Oh, how we love her.

Here she is with fairy wings in our back yard.

Reef and Ryder turn 1 (Part 2 of 2)

It was a very nice weekend. I had to work so I missed Jenny's surprise "not-s-surprised" farewell party and Scott "killing" people in Scattegories at my house last night...but I still manage to have a nice relaxing weekend. I love that the Olympics are on although I don't watch them too often. I love the gymnastics and I kind of like the swimming but I don't know why.

Today is Joy's birthday. Make sure you head on over to her page and show her some comment love. Or I guess you could call her, that might be better. We're going to breakfast, so i guess I should try to wake up and wear clothes other than my pjs. Happy birthday, Joy!!!!

One final look of some highlights from the adorable twin boys "Reef" and "Ryder" at Ko Olina. Their real names are not quite as cute, and Scott and I received their ocean themed invitations which really fit their nicknames. I brought my niece's surfboard which just happened to match their boardshorts. On a funny note, though, as I brought the surfboard out, I asked their mom "How do they do with sand?" She responded "I don't know, they've never been on sand before...(pause)....they'll probably just try to eat it." I guess they're still growing into their nicknames. But they did love the surfboard, clambering around and staring at the sand on their feet.

Reef and Ryder at Ko Olina

This past Thursday was my night off so Scott and I had a lovely date night. We had this 'ono dinner at Outback Steak House. We split an appetizer and a main dish and everything we ordered was so good. They must use a lot of butter...mmm mmm. I actually ate more than Scott. We also visited my sister. My twin nieces are so much more alert...little Cheyenne was talking to me...well, as much as you can expect from a 3 month old. She gurgles and I had to maintain eye contact the whole time, I didn't want to be rude.

My niece, Lauren, lovely Lauren, has developed a new whining cry that undulates much like a siren. It's funny...I don't know if my sister finds it as funny as we did. I can see how it might get old after more than twenty minutes.

But, before our little old date night, Scott went with me to Ko Olina Lagoon Beach to take pictures of Reef and Ryder (their nicknames...in case you were wondering). They were so adorable and so well-behaved. We just got there and we knelt down to put our stuff down and they crawled towards and climbed into our laps. Ope, from that moment on, they had us wrapped around their fingers. We especially love babies who love us.

It was challenging to try to get them in the same frame because they are Mobile with a capital M. I also wish I had utilitzed the light more in a lot of the shots. It would have been a perfect opportunity to use my reflector but I didn't even take it out of it's bag. And, they also made a game of finding every twig and insect within a 10 foot radius and testing their flavors with a quick taste test. I'm still working on them, but here's a few previews:

How did I get them to sit still? There are banana puff cereal piles in the grass in front of them. Don't laugh...it worked.

Updated Update on house rule

I am a clean floor fanatic. I have sensitive haole feet and I can't stand grit or dust on the floor. My favorite big purchase was a floor mopping vaccuum. Once a week, I seriously spend 90 minutes sweeping, mopping, and vaccuming. Jasen's minichurch meets at our house on Wednesday so I choose Wednesday as clean floor day. Thus, my cleaning tour brought me to the dark end of the hallway where I found and had to dispose of the two fat roaches in front of Shmanton's* door. *Name has been changed to maintain confidentiality* That night, Jasen's minichurch was still around when Scott and I got home...having baptism cake (have you ever heard of that before?)...and jenny and I were talking about my last blog post. So I was retelling the story for Leilani "...I found 2 big fat roaches..." when Scott interrupted me "Actually there were three roaches in front of his door."

Which reminds me of when I was young...I loved reading the series "Encyclopedia Brown" by Donald Sobol. He was a pre-teen sleuth who would solve crime by finding clues. Did you find the clue? Hmmm, my husband Scott was at work all day when I disposed of the roaches. Very very interesting.

Today I am taking pictures of twin boys at Ko Olina. Their mom works with Scott at Pleasant Holiday, she's funny...totally reminds me of my sister, Cassandra. Their big one-year birthday luau is coming up so I want to do an awesome job with their pics.

Update to house rule

Hmmm...today I was cleaning the floors and I found two fat cockroaches flat on their backs in the hallway right in front of a "certain-someone"'s door. I think a "certain-someone" clearly violated the "You Spray, You Throw Away" rule. Maybe I should give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they died of natural causes (most likely obesity given the number of food sources in our house to choose from) and used their spindly limbs to pull themselves near each other in comraderie. Or maybe it's the latter reason.

A bubble in time

Just playing around. You'd be surprised how difficult it is to get a shot of a bubble by random. This is like one out of twenty.

Boy, you cannot tell that summer is almost ending. It is still blazing hot. I work third watch now so my free time is the morning and noon time and i try to walk Charlie around the neighborhood. Sheesh, we are dying from the heat.

I'm a big fan of googling and when I googled some combination of my name, I randomly found my old xanga site. Man, I used to blog a lot...and I was funnier. It definitely is like reading a journal, a flashback in time. The house I used to live in had a huge rodent and termite problem. Thank goodness I live in a pretty pest-free house. We have ants, spiders, and roaches. Eh, not bad. I'm particular towards spiders. On the big island, we had a family of daddy long legs in our bathroom. Then a couple of months ago, i found two small baby spiders on our shower wall. They made their webs and I got a little attached, even naming them "Rikki" and "Elepaio." Elepaio means elephant in Hawaiian. You know, like calling a big guy "tiny." And "Rikki" was short for Rikki tikki tembo...no sa rembo...chari bari ruchi pip peri pembo. I became very fond of them. I even panicked when one of them got to close to the water and started getting swept downstream. I shut off the water and rescued him. At last, one tragic day, I discovered that both their webs were empty and one larger spider had replaced the two small spiders. Now maybe one could have hoped that they had mystically merged together to form one larger, hybrid spider. But I doubted it. I kind of went on a spider rampage after that and killed him, and then methodically vacuummed any spider web I saw from then on. It was my way of dealing with the loss. Now I saw a new tiny baby spider. maybe I get to have a new pet.

The other pest we have are roaches. The medium sized ones, not the hugangous ones. We do seem to have a pretty decent population, made worse by the fact that the Sunaoka boys seem to have been blessed with courage when preaching the Word, but not much courage when it comes to killing a teeny tiny roach. If you're over at our house, look at the top of the fridge. They have at least 3-4 cans of RAID. And when they spray, they spray to kill the roach and saturate a good 2 x 2 foot area of the rug surrounding the roach. A little worrisome when my niece Lauren comes to visit, because she does have a penchant for licking fabrics and upholstery. Not only that, they also hate to pick up the dead roach. I had to instill a new rule upon moving into the house "If you SPRAY, you THROW AWAY."

The baptism of U`i

We first met U`i at our Valentine's dinner at Bucca di Beppo. One of our minichurch followers brought his cousin along and I didn't get a chance to really talk to her since we were at two long tables and she was squashed in the corner. Our minichurch follower kind of drifted away but out of nowhere, his cousin starts showing up to minichurch. It's only been a few months? but it feels like we've known her forever. Leilani kept telling me about some girl who is like our "fly-girl" Chrystie friend but apparently loves to shop as much as Leilani does. A combination of Chrystie and Leilani? I thought "I really have to meet this girl." And, she has become one of our favoritest people (honest, Scott and I both said it this past weekend). She was there with her two adorable kids, Koko and Kamaha`o, at the Kaneohe trash pick-up day this past weekend (read about it in Scott's blog). The week before we had baptism at our church. In the small church I grew up, we had baptism after church at the beach. I was baptized at Spencer Beach Park in the Big Island. But, with such a large church, Hope Chapel just has a small baptism pool and they really just have it open for baptism all weekend. Some people just feel compelled and jump up there, church clothes and all.

U`i seemed to know she wanted to get baptized because she let us all know beforehand, but, that girl still went all stylish. She walked up looking all professional in her beautiful black dress. I was scared she was going to poke holes in the bottom of the pool with her high heels but she took them off at the last second. Oh, that would have been something if she had kept them on. Scott, Carl, and Lisa were already in the pool but Jasen got in too as her minichurch shepherd. So, the pool was looking a little crowded but it was full of love. It was so wonderful and we're so excited for her as she is making huge changes in her life.

(Pastor Scott, U`i, and Jasen)

Don't mind the stage lighting, Jasen is standing in the shadow.

"I baptize you with water for repentance, but he who is coming after me is mightier than I, whose sandals I am not worthy to carry; he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire." (Matt 3:11)

As a funny side story, there were a lot of baptisms that morning so Scott was in the water and I stuck around taking pictures. When service was done, he climbed out of the pool and was talking story with me and Jasen when this woman came up and asked where the prayer team was. Usually there are people who stay on the stage after service for anyone who needs prayer. The woman said she had a friend who needed prayer. Scott responded "oh, quick, run outside, you should be able to catch Auntie Patience." The woman ran off and Scott turned around to my questioning stare. "You know, Pastor Scott, I think it's alright if you prayed for them. I mean, you could have the volunteers come back in and pray, but it might be okay if you did too." He laughed when I pointed it out. That's why I love him so much, he can laugh at a lot of things.

Happy Birthday Tim Olsen

Sheesh, where I have been? Work has picked up and I've switched to third watch which tends to be busier. Last week Thursday, the women of hope held chick flick night at the church. We watched "PS, I love you." It was a really good movie. I invited my sister who brought Lauren, my 16 month old niece. Little did we know that Lauren would not stay in the nursery. And we got her to sit still for a whopping 20 minutes by endlessly feeding her bon bons and juice. It only worked right up until the point that she got full and then she went buck-a-loose.

The clamshell was her playpen and she ran and yelled and laughed...and we got to watch about 80% of the movie. It was a real cute night. They sold snacks and gave away free popcorn. The movie did start skipping. So, Tim and Dural who were running video worked really hard to get it going again. And, if you can believe it, it was Tim's birthday. And he spent it helping out. Well, it was probably a smart move, spending your birthday surrounded by women.

The following Sunday, he got even more attention as his friends brought food and cake for his birthday and deemed him "the hunk of hope chapel." Not surprisingly, he was surrounded by females, yet again.