Hubby’s the haole, I’m the Chinese/Hawaiian wife. He’s lived in O’ahu for almost twenty years, while I’ve lived for only 5. He uses chopsticks, I can’t. He can make spam musubi – I can’t. I can speak Spanish, and he can speak [...]]]> Our story can be like some, but not like many.

Hubby’s the haole, I’m the Chinese/Hawaiian wife. He’s lived in O’ahu for almost twenty years, while I’ve lived for only 5. He uses chopsticks, I can’t. He can make spam musubi – I can’t. I can speak Spanish, and he can speak Japanese. See folks, sometimes you can become more asian/local by marrying haole!! J

Leilani

Unfortunately, as hard as I tried to teach our Hapa kids the “right” way to eat rice, they too [...]]]> My Haole husband is actually part Hawaiian and grew up in Hawaii just like I did. BUT while he loves rice and expects it every meal except when we eat spaghetti, he butters his rice! Yuck!

Unfortunately, as hard as I tried to teach our Hapa kids the “right” way to eat rice, they too love it with butter.

On the other hand, I managed to get my daughter to love Natto (stinky fermented soybeans that even many Japanese can’t stand) and my husband has said we can eat natto on days he is not home.

To his credit, he did try to eat it and just could not swallow it, literally.

ka

Thank you so much for this site. I laughed so hard knowing I’m not the only Haole that gets into the same trouble.

Sgt Murzyn, K.A.

Out of all these [...]]]> When my wife and I got marred I didn’t know what to expect for the wedding. All I knew is that her Mother was planning the entire thing. As the months went by I started noticing the piles of supplies at there house and the stacks of invites.

Out of all these invites I only had maybe 10 and that’s including the 6 groomsmen I had to find. Good thing for me I’m in the military and work with a lot of people.

Well, the day of the wedding got there and they had rented a huuuuuge hall. Our ceremony and reception were in the same place. We had our ceremony, walked out and the place was turned into the reception hall.

What really caught me off guard was the amount of people. I now have more Aunties and Uncles then I know what to do with. I forgot more names then I will ever remember.

My Wife will ask me if I remember so and so and I just give her a blank stare. I also learned that a Polynesian reception isn’t finger food and cake. There was more food on that buffet then I have ever seen, even at a Golden Coral. There were also more food that I have never seen before, but I have learned, never ask, just try it.

Now my wife is also a Polynesian dancer. So along with the wedding, we also had a show. So there we are at our wedding and she had to dance. When she danced the Hawaiian wedding song for me, I had tears running.

Now remember I said a Polynesian dance group so we have everyone (I say we because I am now the DJ). We have Hawaiian, Samoan, Mori, Tahitian, and Chamorrans, get the picture, and I am one of 3 Haoles in the group.

If you have never been to a celebration with Samoans, I suggest you go to one. Now there is one downfall of a party with Samoans as a Haole, definitely when the dance instructor is Samoan.

You have to do the Taualunga. The Taualunga is the money dance and it is traditional for the host/hostess start the dance. Here’s the problem, I can’t even do the Texas Two Step, and with no prior training

I had to get in front of 200 plus guests and dance. I saw the wedding tape later and let me just say I wish I could erase myself out of that dance.

It makes for a good laugh watching me try to dance a Samoan song in Dress Blues (US Marine). We have now passed our 3yr anniversary and I don’t regret a day that I met my beautiful Wahine.

Sgt Murzyn, K.A.

I would like to share to you guys the recent photo of my babies Sarah and Dylan. The photo was taken at Aloha Towers in Waikiki about a month ago. We had so much fun in Hawaii…especially, eating hot malasadas…yummy..

I was born and raised in Ocean City New Jersey. [...]]]> My wife Gina has already placed her spin and story on this “Haole” relationship on the website already . So now it is my turn to let you all know what it is like to live on the “other” side of my lovely Asian/Hawaiian sweetheart.

I was born and raised in Ocean City New Jersey. That’s about 20 miles to the south of now famous Atlantic City (Trump town). Ocean city is about 2 miles wide and 12 miles long. We consider it an “Island” because we have 3 bridges that are the only way to get to the city. It is a “dry” city (non alcohol served) due to a hundred year law by our fore fathers/mothers. So if you wanted booze, well, you had to drive across the bridge to the other city to get it.

So I guess I already had something in common with me living on an Island(Gina from Oahu)..Well not really..Just kidding. I grew up living on Cheese steaks and pizza. And I mean that..This is all I ate as a child.An occasional Burger or two.Tasty kakes(yes with a K) were my favorite treats. NO FISH. Now living by the ocean one would think I eat fish..NO, not at all.My whole family did..But not me..Come to find out I was adopted at 6 days old.

So maybe, just maybe there is an answer out there somewhere as to my non fish eating ha/ha. Now I Like to fish, but felt really bad when my dad carved them up to eat(felt bad for the minnow too)..Crabs also..I was Traumatized as a child I guess.

The summer time was a blast.Nothing but Atlantic (dirty) Ocean from 7am to 5pm then the boardwalk until 10 or 11pm. Somehow I made my way out to Arizona 20 some odd years later.And then I met my little 5 ft Island beauty.

My Asian/Hawaiian princess.I couldn’t even remember any Asians when I grew up in the city(small town). As a matter of fact, I really don’t remember seeing any in New Jersey at all(unless they were tourists). Sheltered life man.

Anyways, when Gina and I first met she had what Hawaiians call the “aloha spirit”. She had the most outgoing personality from a person I had ever meet in my life. Not to mention she was the “hottest” women I had ever laid my eyes on.

Well, one thing led to another and these two opposites became attracted to each other. The rest is history(or a story). I will have more to say of this happy haole couple later..Great to be apart of this club.Good luck to all…..Joe Hays Arizona..Soon to be Hawaii……

I’ll attach an image for you. [...]]]> Aloha and Hello!
When I heard of your Haole Hubby Club and looked at one of our blown glass ornaments, I knew I had to tell you about it! We call it “Mr. & Mrs. Aloha Claus” and it certainly looks like Santa is a Haole Hubby!

I’ll attach an image for you. All of our fun ornaments can be seen – and ordered — at www.ornaments2remember.com. Mele Kalikimaka!

Kay Dix

Mr. & Mrs. Aloha Claus

We had been seeing each other for eight months when I thought I could [...]]]> I am the Haole in our family. Thank you all for including *haole wives* in your club!!!!
I was divorced with a three year old Hapa daughter(Hawaiian,Chinese,Haole) when I met my future-husband-to-be. He is local-Japanese. We have been married for almost 20 years.

We had been seeing each other for eight months when I thought I could make a great impression on his Mother and Father and his two sons by cooking a “traditional” Thanksgiving dinner. ( He was also divorced……I had met his Mother and Father and sons and we had many fun times already.)
After many hours of chopping,dicing,stirring,cook,cook,cook…….all was ready for our Thanksgiving feast!!!

The table was set with china and silverware and crystal….and candles on the best /only linen tablecloth I had………there was lovely music in the background……… I showered and dressed in my nicest outfit ……

The turkey,mashed potatoes,candied yams,corn,cranberry sauce,etc………everything was PERFECT!!!! ALL homemade with the freshest of ingredients.

We all sat down at the perfectly arranged dining room table……..

We said our blessing…..the turkey was carved,the various dishes were passed around……
“where’s the rice?” “no sushi?”

They loaded their plates anyway and went to the family room to watch football !!!!!

I did not ‘get-it’………but, I have made rice for dinner every day since!!!!

D. Kimura