Just a little post, my last post for this year.
As I reflect back over this past year, I am reminded of how lucky I am to have two wonderful children. Chris and Sianna have brought me nothing but joy and laughter and I cannot even begin to imagine what my life would be like right now without them. I am also fortunate to have wonderful friends who have been there for me, especially this past year. I have never been really all that close to anyone, but there are a handful who know me inside and out and they are the ones that have been my life support through what has been the most trying year in my life. I love you guys for that. I am also thankful for having John in my life. He’s been nothing but great to me and my children since we met on August 10, earlier this year. With all the issues that I am having he has stuck by me … even during my bitchiest (my best … haha). I have put him through a lot, and he knows most of the time it’s not really me behaving the way I have. The medications and mood swing due to the hormones I was on didn’t make things easy at times. Hell, most people would have given up, but not John. He keeps telling me compared to his last marriage; my mood swings are a piece of cake … that says a lot about that relationship! Lastly, I want to thank Logi and Skye for introducing me to Blogger. This has been a magnificent tool for me, especially back in May when I first was introduced to it. I had a lot of choice words to say about the soon-to-be ex husband, and by coming to the site to vent has been therapeutic. More importantly, I got to meet a lot of wonderful people. If things go well for me (with the health issues) this New Year, I plan to fly back to New York and would like to get together and meet my new friends (and the old ones). I know we’d have a great time.
It’s that time that I have to run … gotta get ready for the boat ride. Hope all of you have a safe New Years eve, don’t get too crazy and remember to give the key to someone else if you had too much to drink.
See ya next year!
Hapa
Sunday, December 30, 2001
It’s now 1am and I just finished watching ‘Silence of the Lambs’. One of the gifts John gave me for Christmas was a nice DVD/VHS player. On the way home from work I decided to head over to Blockbuster and buy the movie since Chris had gotten me ‘Hannibal’ for Christmas … ya gotta have the set. This version had an additional 20 minutes that was not in the original release.
Not much left to say, I just needed to do something before I head out to bed. If I’m not back to post before the years end … may all of you have a safe New Years Eve and a prosperous 2002.
See you all later!
Hapa
Not much left to say, I just needed to do something before I head out to bed. If I’m not back to post before the years end … may all of you have a safe New Years Eve and a prosperous 2002.
See you all later!
Hapa
Friday, December 28, 2001
A BIG congratulations to WryGuy and his wife Sparks! They’re expecting a baby next year. You can go to his site and check out the sonogram pictures.
I tell you, everywhere I turn it seems someone is pregnant. The last time this happened I was pregnant. I kid you not. For some reason, when you’re preggo, you tend to notice ALL the other preggos out there.
I remember when I was pregnant for the first time. I found out I was pregnant with Christopher in late June of 1986. I was 20 years old. I was in the Air National Guard getting ready to leave for my two weeks active duty on the Big Island. I had my ultrasound on September 5th. I remember I had a first year resident doing the ultrasound. She told me I was having a GIRL … HAH! She kept insisting that the “penis” was the umbilical cord wrapped between the legs. Terrific … I kinda wanted a girl first although any sex was perfectly fine. So, with my husband being a licensed painter, he painted the baby’s room a light pink. I bought a whole bunch of pink accessories, clothes, diapers … I believe that year was the first year they brought out the colored diapers … pink for girls, blue for boys. I ate right, I exercised like it was a religion, and I made sure I looked exceptional when I left the house. I was extremely proud to pregnant. I never broke out with acne, in fact, my complexion was the best it ever was … and I rarely broke out in my teens.
My due date was January 25, 1987. Nothing happened on that day. MY doc said not to worry because I had up to two weeks to deliver on my own. The evening of February 1st I started having contractions. They were about 15 minutes apart. I was told only to come in when they got 5 minutes apart … since it was my first. The contractions died about 2 hours later. They started up again the next night about a half an hour into sleep. That was a nice awakening … NOT! This time around I had to go in because my mucus plug discharged and the contractions were 10 minutes apart. This was around 9pm. I’ll cut to the chase and skip the boring part. My contractions were 5 minutes apart all through the night but I was only dilated at 2 centimeters. They sort of hinted that if I didn’t progress, I would be induced. So, they gave me some Demerol to help me sleep because I was in a lot of pain and they wanted me to get my strength. 2 hours after taking the Demerol, the games began. This was at 7:45am. I was still stuck at 2cm. They induced my labor at 11am and all hell broke loose. The contractions came right after the other with no breaks in between. My friend Mary came to visit and she said she could hear me screaming as she got out of the elevator … and the elevator was a nice walk from my room. A nurse had to come in to help me breathe because she said I was scaring the two other women in labor next door to me. With Mary’s help, I was able to control my breathing, but that didn’t last long. Within half an hour I was screaming obscenities. I remember asking my husband for something, and he came back with something else. I called him some godforsaken name and kicked him out of the room. Another nurse came in later and was telling me how to breathe. I was later told (cause to this day I STILL don’t remember) that I asked this nurse if she was ever in labor and she said no. I then proceeded to slap her in the face and I told her to get the fuck out … hahaha … sounds like something I would have done. After being induced for 4 hours, I only dilated to 5cm. I was begging for a c-section an hour earlier. I got my wish. At 2pm they said I needed a c-section because my pelvis could not accommodate the baby’s passing. At 2:50pm, February 3, 1987 I gave birth to a bouncing baby girl. Hell no … it was announced that I gave birth to a boy! I passed out as soon as I heard what I had. I woke up 4 hours later with my mother, brother, Mary, Malia, and a nurse telling me if it was ok to let the husband in … I was laughing. Within 10 minutes they asked if I was ready to feed my baby. I said sure and they brought him in. I refused to feed him at first because I was arguing that I had a girl. The nurse said no, I had a boy. Finally I came to except that I had a boy and proceeded to feed him. Christopher James Alesna was 8lbs 6oz and was 21 inches in length.
I found out I was pregnant with Sianna in late June in 1990. I was going through so much this time around (a pending divorce, and issues with my boyfriend) that I hated being pregnant. I didn’t care what I looked like … I wore no makeup, my hair was always in a ponytail, and I continuously broke out with acne. The original due date was for her was January 29. I know what you’re thinking … and yes, I pretty much ovulate the same time every year. When I took my first ultrasound, it showed that she was too small to have an early due date. They took measurements and whatever it is that they do, and came up with a new due date of February 14. I remember taking a 2nd ultrasound and both times they could not tell what I was having … even while she was in my womb, she was hardheaded. On the morning of February 1st, 1991, I started bleeding. I called my doctor’s nurse and she said to come in anyway, even though I had no contraction, just for observation. Oh, and by the way, I forgot to mention that when I was two months pregnant, I almost lost her. I was at work and I fell in the refrig walk-in … I fell on salad dressing that someone forgot to clean up. I was in there for 45 minutes before a cook found me. Back to the story, I called my mom because I didn’t want to drive in case something happened. So, she picked me up and we left for the hospital. This was about 9:30 in the morning. After they hooked me up on the fetal monitor, it showed I was having contraction 3-5 minutes apart. That was news to me since I couldn’t feel anything. Long story short, since I had eaten before I came in (juice and crackers), I had to wait 8 hours before they could operate. Sianna Brieann Kauilani Mangus (she took my maiden name)was born at 3pm that day. She was a whopping 8lbs 2oz, and was 18 ¾ inches. She had a set of lungs on her, let me tell you … she STILL does to this day.
So there you have it … the story of how the kids came to be. Sorry it was so long, but I like reminiscing about them.
A few advises for WryGuy and Sparks … take a lot of pictures … and when you think you took enough, take some more. They change in appearance everyday. On potty training – you HAVE to be consistent! This next thing sounds gross, and I couldn’t believe it when the pediatrician told me this, but when you see the baby picking up small things from the floor and putting it in their mouth, be reasonable of course, but let them. They will build immunity to germs that way. Sensible things … of course you’re not going to let a bug in their mouth, or sharp objects. Lately, I’ve been hearing this a lot so I know the doc was not a quack. Good luck and once again, congrats!
Keep enjoying your weekend …
Hapa
I tell you, everywhere I turn it seems someone is pregnant. The last time this happened I was pregnant. I kid you not. For some reason, when you’re preggo, you tend to notice ALL the other preggos out there.
I remember when I was pregnant for the first time. I found out I was pregnant with Christopher in late June of 1986. I was 20 years old. I was in the Air National Guard getting ready to leave for my two weeks active duty on the Big Island. I had my ultrasound on September 5th. I remember I had a first year resident doing the ultrasound. She told me I was having a GIRL … HAH! She kept insisting that the “penis” was the umbilical cord wrapped between the legs. Terrific … I kinda wanted a girl first although any sex was perfectly fine. So, with my husband being a licensed painter, he painted the baby’s room a light pink. I bought a whole bunch of pink accessories, clothes, diapers … I believe that year was the first year they brought out the colored diapers … pink for girls, blue for boys. I ate right, I exercised like it was a religion, and I made sure I looked exceptional when I left the house. I was extremely proud to pregnant. I never broke out with acne, in fact, my complexion was the best it ever was … and I rarely broke out in my teens.
My due date was January 25, 1987. Nothing happened on that day. MY doc said not to worry because I had up to two weeks to deliver on my own. The evening of February 1st I started having contractions. They were about 15 minutes apart. I was told only to come in when they got 5 minutes apart … since it was my first. The contractions died about 2 hours later. They started up again the next night about a half an hour into sleep. That was a nice awakening … NOT! This time around I had to go in because my mucus plug discharged and the contractions were 10 minutes apart. This was around 9pm. I’ll cut to the chase and skip the boring part. My contractions were 5 minutes apart all through the night but I was only dilated at 2 centimeters. They sort of hinted that if I didn’t progress, I would be induced. So, they gave me some Demerol to help me sleep because I was in a lot of pain and they wanted me to get my strength. 2 hours after taking the Demerol, the games began. This was at 7:45am. I was still stuck at 2cm. They induced my labor at 11am and all hell broke loose. The contractions came right after the other with no breaks in between. My friend Mary came to visit and she said she could hear me screaming as she got out of the elevator … and the elevator was a nice walk from my room. A nurse had to come in to help me breathe because she said I was scaring the two other women in labor next door to me. With Mary’s help, I was able to control my breathing, but that didn’t last long. Within half an hour I was screaming obscenities. I remember asking my husband for something, and he came back with something else. I called him some godforsaken name and kicked him out of the room. Another nurse came in later and was telling me how to breathe. I was later told (cause to this day I STILL don’t remember) that I asked this nurse if she was ever in labor and she said no. I then proceeded to slap her in the face and I told her to get the fuck out … hahaha … sounds like something I would have done. After being induced for 4 hours, I only dilated to 5cm. I was begging for a c-section an hour earlier. I got my wish. At 2pm they said I needed a c-section because my pelvis could not accommodate the baby’s passing. At 2:50pm, February 3, 1987 I gave birth to a bouncing baby girl. Hell no … it was announced that I gave birth to a boy! I passed out as soon as I heard what I had. I woke up 4 hours later with my mother, brother, Mary, Malia, and a nurse telling me if it was ok to let the husband in … I was laughing. Within 10 minutes they asked if I was ready to feed my baby. I said sure and they brought him in. I refused to feed him at first because I was arguing that I had a girl. The nurse said no, I had a boy. Finally I came to except that I had a boy and proceeded to feed him. Christopher James Alesna was 8lbs 6oz and was 21 inches in length.
I found out I was pregnant with Sianna in late June in 1990. I was going through so much this time around (a pending divorce, and issues with my boyfriend) that I hated being pregnant. I didn’t care what I looked like … I wore no makeup, my hair was always in a ponytail, and I continuously broke out with acne. The original due date was for her was January 29. I know what you’re thinking … and yes, I pretty much ovulate the same time every year. When I took my first ultrasound, it showed that she was too small to have an early due date. They took measurements and whatever it is that they do, and came up with a new due date of February 14. I remember taking a 2nd ultrasound and both times they could not tell what I was having … even while she was in my womb, she was hardheaded. On the morning of February 1st, 1991, I started bleeding. I called my doctor’s nurse and she said to come in anyway, even though I had no contraction, just for observation. Oh, and by the way, I forgot to mention that when I was two months pregnant, I almost lost her. I was at work and I fell in the refrig walk-in … I fell on salad dressing that someone forgot to clean up. I was in there for 45 minutes before a cook found me. Back to the story, I called my mom because I didn’t want to drive in case something happened. So, she picked me up and we left for the hospital. This was about 9:30 in the morning. After they hooked me up on the fetal monitor, it showed I was having contraction 3-5 minutes apart. That was news to me since I couldn’t feel anything. Long story short, since I had eaten before I came in (juice and crackers), I had to wait 8 hours before they could operate. Sianna Brieann Kauilani Mangus (she took my maiden name)was born at 3pm that day. She was a whopping 8lbs 2oz, and was 18 ¾ inches. She had a set of lungs on her, let me tell you … she STILL does to this day.
So there you have it … the story of how the kids came to be. Sorry it was so long, but I like reminiscing about them.
A few advises for WryGuy and Sparks … take a lot of pictures … and when you think you took enough, take some more. They change in appearance everyday. On potty training – you HAVE to be consistent! This next thing sounds gross, and I couldn’t believe it when the pediatrician told me this, but when you see the baby picking up small things from the floor and putting it in their mouth, be reasonable of course, but let them. They will build immunity to germs that way. Sensible things … of course you’re not going to let a bug in their mouth, or sharp objects. Lately, I’ve been hearing this a lot so I know the doc was not a quack. Good luck and once again, congrats!
Keep enjoying your weekend …
Hapa
Thursday, December 27, 2001
So, blogger was down the past 24 hours or so. That was a bitch.
Hope all of you had a wonderful Christmas, I surely did. John spoiled the kids and me. The kids left Christmas morning and won’t be back until next year … my home is eerily quiet now. Looking back to when the kids were younger, all I looked forward to, without sounding mean or anything, was when they got older and was gone for than a weekend at a time … quality time for myself. Now that it is happening on a more frequent basis, I am bored as shit. Sure, I get my quality quiet time, but there’s only so much things one can do while they are alone. John has been spending more time at his boat getting it ready for New Years Eve. I have already taken the Christmas stuff down, took out the tree, and cleaned like I have never cleaned before. I think I’ll wait until next week to do the returning of the gift thing.
May I never see any baking ingredients for a long time. I have no choice in the matter. As of a few minutes ago, I have a few orders for Monday night’s festivities. I have several cheesecakes to make as well as a small catering gig. Doesn’t hurt to make a few extra bucks when you can.
The kids just dropped by to pick up some clothes. Looks like they’re having fun at Chris’ dad’s place.
Over the years I have become pretty good at swallowing my pride and making amends with people I have lost contact with. Last night I added another name to that list. I’m not sure as to what happened, all I know is that a little over three years ago I get an e-mail from this person blasting me for something I was not aware of doing. He then cancels his AOL account so there was no way of responding to him. For me, I need closure of some sort. I was not able to do any of that and it has bothered me over the years. I was fortunate to come across his new screen name and I got to write that response, with a few other choice words and well wishes, and got my closure. I told him that I would still like to stay friends, and that I would leave it up to him. He’s read the e-mail, with no response, so I’m taking that as a no. No loss to me. I know I didn’t do anything wrong. He blew a comment I made out of proportion and never gave me the chance to explain, rather clarify, what I meant. He chose to take the childish way out, like a kid having a temper tantrum. Who cares, all that matters is that I got to say my peace. End of story.
I was going to head out to the North Shore … they got waves of at least 15-20 feet. I woke up late and decided that I wouldn’t have enough time to enjoy myself out there. The drive there from my place would have been about 45 minutes to an hour. Times that by two and that’s almost two hours of driving. I have to be at work by 5pm. I like to relax for an hour or two before I leave for work, so I would have been rushing. I don’t particularly like to rush. It’s still early in the big surf season, I’ll just head out there on a day I have off from work.
I got a meal to plan, so I’ll end here. Have a great weekend!
Hapa
Hope all of you had a wonderful Christmas, I surely did. John spoiled the kids and me. The kids left Christmas morning and won’t be back until next year … my home is eerily quiet now. Looking back to when the kids were younger, all I looked forward to, without sounding mean or anything, was when they got older and was gone for than a weekend at a time … quality time for myself. Now that it is happening on a more frequent basis, I am bored as shit. Sure, I get my quality quiet time, but there’s only so much things one can do while they are alone. John has been spending more time at his boat getting it ready for New Years Eve. I have already taken the Christmas stuff down, took out the tree, and cleaned like I have never cleaned before. I think I’ll wait until next week to do the returning of the gift thing.
May I never see any baking ingredients for a long time. I have no choice in the matter. As of a few minutes ago, I have a few orders for Monday night’s festivities. I have several cheesecakes to make as well as a small catering gig. Doesn’t hurt to make a few extra bucks when you can.
The kids just dropped by to pick up some clothes. Looks like they’re having fun at Chris’ dad’s place.
Over the years I have become pretty good at swallowing my pride and making amends with people I have lost contact with. Last night I added another name to that list. I’m not sure as to what happened, all I know is that a little over three years ago I get an e-mail from this person blasting me for something I was not aware of doing. He then cancels his AOL account so there was no way of responding to him. For me, I need closure of some sort. I was not able to do any of that and it has bothered me over the years. I was fortunate to come across his new screen name and I got to write that response, with a few other choice words and well wishes, and got my closure. I told him that I would still like to stay friends, and that I would leave it up to him. He’s read the e-mail, with no response, so I’m taking that as a no. No loss to me. I know I didn’t do anything wrong. He blew a comment I made out of proportion and never gave me the chance to explain, rather clarify, what I meant. He chose to take the childish way out, like a kid having a temper tantrum. Who cares, all that matters is that I got to say my peace. End of story.
I was going to head out to the North Shore … they got waves of at least 15-20 feet. I woke up late and decided that I wouldn’t have enough time to enjoy myself out there. The drive there from my place would have been about 45 minutes to an hour. Times that by two and that’s almost two hours of driving. I have to be at work by 5pm. I like to relax for an hour or two before I leave for work, so I would have been rushing. I don’t particularly like to rush. It’s still early in the big surf season, I’ll just head out there on a day I have off from work.
I got a meal to plan, so I’ll end here. Have a great weekend!
Hapa
Saturday, December 22, 2001
As we speak, Chris is at his first official school social ... Winterball. In fact, it should be getting out any minute. He ended up taking a fellow percussionist, Megan, to the event Chris wore a really nice dark gray dress shirt with khaki pants, and I’m not sure what Megan wore cause as of a few days ago she didn’t have anything to wear yet … I’ll just have to wait to see the pictures. As for the flowers, they went with white roses, so I ordered her a French bouquet. Megan got Chris a maili lei with a strand of pikake. They’ll be spending the rest of the night in Waikiki with everyone else who sat at their table, and a few others.
In a few hours, I will be finishing up my baking. I got the day off from work, which is a good thing cause I am exhausted. I was going to deliver all the baked stuff Monday morning, but I think I will do it today instead.
Logi – I wish I was there to help you with what you are going through … my prayers are with you, and I hope things get better real soon. Love ya sistah!
Well, I got a turkey to cook, so I’m outta here …
Hapa
In a few hours, I will be finishing up my baking. I got the day off from work, which is a good thing cause I am exhausted. I was going to deliver all the baked stuff Monday morning, but I think I will do it today instead.
Logi – I wish I was there to help you with what you are going through … my prayers are with you, and I hope things get better real soon. Love ya sistah!
Well, I got a turkey to cook, so I’m outta here …
Hapa
Friday, December 21, 2001
I think being a single mom is one of the hardest things in the world. For one thing, the odds of your kids having issues, whether it is drugs or some kind of emotional trauma are higher than kids with both parents in the home … or so the statistics say. I have been on my own with the kids since Chris was 2 years old. I raised my children by myself. Sure, Chris sees his father every other weekend, but I raised him and I have done everything possible to ensure a bright future for he and his sister. I know Chris’ dad loves him with all his heart, but he has no sense in raising children. If something had happened to me that would have left Chris to be raised by his father, I know for a fact that Chris would not be where he is today. Let me fill you in on the morals of his father’s side of the family. Chris’ dad has 4 sisters and 3 brothers. Combined, Chris has about 20 or 21 cousins. The ages of his cousins range from about 40 years old down to 8 years old. Of all of his cousins, there are only 4 of them that are younger than he is, one is a senior in high school, and the rest are 19 and over. Of all of his cousins, only two went on to further their education … one went to a business college, ended up being a stay at home mom, the other went to a community college but didn’t finish. You might be asking ‘what happened to the other cousins’? Let me tell you. All but one of the female cousins had a kid either their junior or senior year in high school, and the male cousins got their girlfriends pregnant around the time they graduated. As for GPA’s … from what I am told, they all averaged 2.0 or below … some graduated by the skin of their butt. I’d be rolling in my grave if Chris turned out like that. Sianna’s story is a little complicated, she never knew her dad … it’s a long story that some of you already know. Perhaps one day I’ll talk about it. One of the few things that Chris’ dad did that I admire him for is that he took Sianna in as one of own. Despite all the fighting and battling we did in divorce court … for almost 4 years … when the dust settled, he treated Sianna like his own. Now he’s become one of several important male figures in her life.
Going back to what I was talking about …
For the past couple of years Chris has been complaining to me that I have been butting in too much where his social life is concerned. Not so much about going out with friends … he just wanted me to butt out where his school life is concerned. From the 5th grade I have pushed him to get involved in extra curricular activities. I have explained to him that in the long run it will look really well in future college applications. So, to shut me up (as he put it) he joined several organizations and ran for office when he entered intermediate school (middle school). In the 7th grade he was class Treasurer. In the 8th grade he was Student Government Vice President. Now he’s 9th grade class Vice President. He wants to take a break his sophomore and junior year to do other things … I really don’t want him to, but I think I need to let go and let him make decisions for himself … and let me tell you, it’s really going to irritate me if he doesn’t run for anything. He will run for Class President for his senior year … and he will win too. He has been in band (percussion) since the 7th grade and is one of the top players in his age category in the state. He has always maintained at least a 3.8 gpa, except for this year … his first and second quarter gpa has been about short of a 3.5. He’s on the wrestling and judo team and wants to go out for cross-country next year. Overall, as you can see, he’s a really good boy … he just has a mouth on him.
Sianna is only in the 5th grade and there’s not much extra curricular-wise that she can do yet. She is enrolled in honors math and does really well in her science class. She’s still trying to figure out what she wants to do for a living. She’s already telling me to butt out … we’ll see.
I have always been proud of my kids, but what I got in the mail today really made me proud of Chris. In the last couple of years, the high school he attends has this program called Natural Helpers. From what I gather, and I’ll find out more at the January 15th meeting, it’s kinda like a mentoring/counseling type thing … where the students can go to their peers for help with their problems. They assists the grade level counselors in helping students. Anyway, earlier in the school year, a survey went out to all grade levels and some of the questions on the survey asked if anyone they know were having issues and was afraid to seek help, if they felt comfortable going to others with their problems, and to name a student they felt they could go to for help. Well, according to the letter I received today, it mentioned that, overwhelmingly, Chris’ name came up many times. His peers said that they could trust and turn to him if they needed help. If he accepts, he will be trained on specific concerns and resources. The initial training will be in a retreat setting, then will continue with ongoing sessions. For as long as I can remember, friends have always gone to him for advice or to settle a dispute. After I showed him the letter, I reminded him of how proud I am of him and he actually thanked me for ‘butting in’ all of these years. He finally realizes that the things he does in school, especially the things I nag him about, will look especially well on any college application.
I’ve worked hard and made some sacrifices … all for the sake of my children’s future. Even with the odds stacked against me, my kids are turning out pretty damn good. I love them with all of my heart, and there is really nothing I wouldn’t do for them.
On that note, I wish all of you a great weekend!
Aloha,
Hapa
Going back to what I was talking about …
For the past couple of years Chris has been complaining to me that I have been butting in too much where his social life is concerned. Not so much about going out with friends … he just wanted me to butt out where his school life is concerned. From the 5th grade I have pushed him to get involved in extra curricular activities. I have explained to him that in the long run it will look really well in future college applications. So, to shut me up (as he put it) he joined several organizations and ran for office when he entered intermediate school (middle school). In the 7th grade he was class Treasurer. In the 8th grade he was Student Government Vice President. Now he’s 9th grade class Vice President. He wants to take a break his sophomore and junior year to do other things … I really don’t want him to, but I think I need to let go and let him make decisions for himself … and let me tell you, it’s really going to irritate me if he doesn’t run for anything. He will run for Class President for his senior year … and he will win too. He has been in band (percussion) since the 7th grade and is one of the top players in his age category in the state. He has always maintained at least a 3.8 gpa, except for this year … his first and second quarter gpa has been about short of a 3.5. He’s on the wrestling and judo team and wants to go out for cross-country next year. Overall, as you can see, he’s a really good boy … he just has a mouth on him.
Sianna is only in the 5th grade and there’s not much extra curricular-wise that she can do yet. She is enrolled in honors math and does really well in her science class. She’s still trying to figure out what she wants to do for a living. She’s already telling me to butt out … we’ll see.
I have always been proud of my kids, but what I got in the mail today really made me proud of Chris. In the last couple of years, the high school he attends has this program called Natural Helpers. From what I gather, and I’ll find out more at the January 15th meeting, it’s kinda like a mentoring/counseling type thing … where the students can go to their peers for help with their problems. They assists the grade level counselors in helping students. Anyway, earlier in the school year, a survey went out to all grade levels and some of the questions on the survey asked if anyone they know were having issues and was afraid to seek help, if they felt comfortable going to others with their problems, and to name a student they felt they could go to for help. Well, according to the letter I received today, it mentioned that, overwhelmingly, Chris’ name came up many times. His peers said that they could trust and turn to him if they needed help. If he accepts, he will be trained on specific concerns and resources. The initial training will be in a retreat setting, then will continue with ongoing sessions. For as long as I can remember, friends have always gone to him for advice or to settle a dispute. After I showed him the letter, I reminded him of how proud I am of him and he actually thanked me for ‘butting in’ all of these years. He finally realizes that the things he does in school, especially the things I nag him about, will look especially well on any college application.
I’ve worked hard and made some sacrifices … all for the sake of my children’s future. Even with the odds stacked against me, my kids are turning out pretty damn good. I love them with all of my heart, and there is really nothing I wouldn’t do for them.
On that note, I wish all of you a great weekend!
Aloha,
Hapa
Wednesday, December 19, 2001
Cookies!! … cookies!! … cookies!! This house smells like a freakin bakery. And my feet hurt from standing all day. In the past couple of days I got a few more pie orders, so now I have to head back out to the grocer for more ingredients … blah!
My children, both, of whom I carried in my womb for 9 months, are conspiring against me. Chris, as a freshman in high school is taking his first year Spanish. He insists that he won’t be taking anymore Spanish after this year. He plans on taking Japanese for the next three years he will have left in high school. He’s pretty good at Spanish, speaks it well for a first year student. He is already teaching himself some Japanese along with the help of his friends. In the last year he has taught himself to read, write, and speak Korean. This is where the conspiracy comes in. He’s been teaching Sianna a little bit of Korean, and they both want to take private classes together. Their plan is to talk crap behind my back. I never learned Korean. I do know all of the swear words though. There was no one around to teach me. Sure, because my mom was pure Korean you would think she’d be the one to take the task. Frick that … the only way I was to learn was by figuring out myself what she was saying when she had her friends over. So, I ended up taking 4 years of Japanese and two years of French when I was in high school. I do not recommend taking on two different languages at the same time. I worked DAMN hard in those classes … and I was still able to maintain my ‘A’ average … barely. I still know Katakana and Hiragana (I forgot all of the Kanji), so I’ve been able to help Chris with that.
Well, the kids officially started their winter break. They have a month off from school. They are going to drive me nuts! Sianna is, anyway. Chris is pretty good at going out with his friends. Speaking of Chris, the high school’s Winter Ball is on this Saturday. He and his date have been at the mall all week looking for her clothes. I have already ordered flowers for Chris and I’m taking him later today to get his hair cut. Chris practically bought the first thing he saw. He’s wearing a nice gray shirt with khaki pants. I know what you’re thinking … gray?? That’s what he and his date decided on, gray. The flowers I ordered for his date is a French bouquet made of white roses. Gawd, I’m starting to feel my age. I can still remember my first Winter Ball … some 22 years ago.
As much as I would like to stroll down memory lane … break is over and I have to get back to my cookies.
Think of me when you eat your next chocolate chip cookie, ok?
I’m outties …
Hapa
My children, both, of whom I carried in my womb for 9 months, are conspiring against me. Chris, as a freshman in high school is taking his first year Spanish. He insists that he won’t be taking anymore Spanish after this year. He plans on taking Japanese for the next three years he will have left in high school. He’s pretty good at Spanish, speaks it well for a first year student. He is already teaching himself some Japanese along with the help of his friends. In the last year he has taught himself to read, write, and speak Korean. This is where the conspiracy comes in. He’s been teaching Sianna a little bit of Korean, and they both want to take private classes together. Their plan is to talk crap behind my back. I never learned Korean. I do know all of the swear words though. There was no one around to teach me. Sure, because my mom was pure Korean you would think she’d be the one to take the task. Frick that … the only way I was to learn was by figuring out myself what she was saying when she had her friends over. So, I ended up taking 4 years of Japanese and two years of French when I was in high school. I do not recommend taking on two different languages at the same time. I worked DAMN hard in those classes … and I was still able to maintain my ‘A’ average … barely. I still know Katakana and Hiragana (I forgot all of the Kanji), so I’ve been able to help Chris with that.
Well, the kids officially started their winter break. They have a month off from school. They are going to drive me nuts! Sianna is, anyway. Chris is pretty good at going out with his friends. Speaking of Chris, the high school’s Winter Ball is on this Saturday. He and his date have been at the mall all week looking for her clothes. I have already ordered flowers for Chris and I’m taking him later today to get his hair cut. Chris practically bought the first thing he saw. He’s wearing a nice gray shirt with khaki pants. I know what you’re thinking … gray?? That’s what he and his date decided on, gray. The flowers I ordered for his date is a French bouquet made of white roses. Gawd, I’m starting to feel my age. I can still remember my first Winter Ball … some 22 years ago.
As much as I would like to stroll down memory lane … break is over and I have to get back to my cookies.
Think of me when you eat your next chocolate chip cookie, ok?
I’m outties …
Hapa
Monday, December 17, 2001
Another birthday has come and gone …
Now with all the silliness behind me, I can seriously concentrate at the next task at hand … the dreaded holiday baking. I should be sleeping … getting rested from the weekend and stuff like that. It’s freakin 2:57 in the a.m. I have to wake up John in an hour cause he’ll be going fishing. Then I have to take the kiddies to school 3 hours after that. Then I was SUPPOSED to start the baking, but fuck that … I’m getting in at least three hours of sleep before I do anything productive today.
Once again a big mahalo to everyone with his or her birthday wishes. I got a big surprise this year from people I hang out with in an AOL chatroom … a bunch of them made me a birthday website with birthday wishes from them. I was balling my eyes out when I was reading what they wrote to me. I was crying so much that I made my daughter cry … the big baby. By the way … anyone want some cake? I got way too much in my fridge.
Now I’m actually getting sleepy so I’ll end here. Have a great week!
Just 364 more days until I’m 37 …
Hapa
Now with all the silliness behind me, I can seriously concentrate at the next task at hand … the dreaded holiday baking. I should be sleeping … getting rested from the weekend and stuff like that. It’s freakin 2:57 in the a.m. I have to wake up John in an hour cause he’ll be going fishing. Then I have to take the kiddies to school 3 hours after that. Then I was SUPPOSED to start the baking, but fuck that … I’m getting in at least three hours of sleep before I do anything productive today.
Once again a big mahalo to everyone with his or her birthday wishes. I got a big surprise this year from people I hang out with in an AOL chatroom … a bunch of them made me a birthday website with birthday wishes from them. I was balling my eyes out when I was reading what they wrote to me. I was crying so much that I made my daughter cry … the big baby. By the way … anyone want some cake? I got way too much in my fridge.
Now I’m actually getting sleepy so I’ll end here. Have a great week!
Just 364 more days until I’m 37 …
Hapa
Sunday, December 16, 2001
Saturday, December 15, 2001
And yes, I made it out to the gym ... in fact, I just got back.
Just a quick congratulations to my co-worker Kela and his girlfriend who gave birth yesterday to a bouncing baby girl! I forgot the exact stats but she weighed in at a little over 7lbs and was about 20" in length. I say you should have taken every lengths to have held on another 2 days.
I think I’m gong to surprise John at his boat today. I know for a damn fact he’ll still be asleep, and I know how I can wake him up (insert evil laugh here).
I’m enjoying my birthday weekend … how are you guys doing?
Have a good one …
Hapa
Just a quick congratulations to my co-worker Kela and his girlfriend who gave birth yesterday to a bouncing baby girl! I forgot the exact stats but she weighed in at a little over 7lbs and was about 20" in length. I say you should have taken every lengths to have held on another 2 days.
I think I’m gong to surprise John at his boat today. I know for a damn fact he’ll still be asleep, and I know how I can wake him up (insert evil laugh here).
I’m enjoying my birthday weekend … how are you guys doing?
Have a good one …
Hapa
Friday, December 14, 2001
I was just informed that the Big Island trip is off … for now. It seems that certain rangers are not allowing people drive up to the summit to frolic in the snow … the bastards. I guess snowboarding in possible 70-90 mph winds are a no go to some people.
Since we aren’t flying, I’m heading out with some friends to do some celebrating for my birthday. I was going to bed early so I can get up for the gym at 6 … I’ll probably go after I get home … right … I’m getting to old for that shit.
I want to take the time to thank all of you who have sent me birthday wishes … and Steve, um … no waist down nakey pics in the future ok? It’s not like I didn’t appreciate them; I just need to be WARNED next time … you know … just to prepare myself.
I got brownies and a glass of milk to get to before I head out.
Laters,
Hapa
Since we aren’t flying, I’m heading out with some friends to do some celebrating for my birthday. I was going to bed early so I can get up for the gym at 6 … I’ll probably go after I get home … right … I’m getting to old for that shit.
I want to take the time to thank all of you who have sent me birthday wishes … and Steve, um … no waist down nakey pics in the future ok? It’s not like I didn’t appreciate them; I just need to be WARNED next time … you know … just to prepare myself.
I got brownies and a glass of milk to get to before I head out.
Laters,
Hapa
Well, the partial eclipse came and went … and where was I? Asleep! I didn’t miss anything though because of the cloudiness. Oh well … next time perhaps.
A big mahalo to UIM for adding my link to his site. Go check it out guys some good stuff there.
As much as I love the holidays, the next few weeks will be the hardest for me. I know I have mentioned many times how I wanted to have a third child, and well, if I had carried to term the last time I was pregnant, my child would be a year old on the 31st. In a way, and I still hate saying or thinking this, it was for the best. I would have been tied to a horrible man for the rest of my life, let alone this child’s life. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to have another child, I’ll just take it one day at a time … if it happens, it’ll happen.
There’s talk about catching a flight to the Big Island to go snow boarding. It’s tempting, but I think my family already made plans for my birthday weekend … or at least they better have. I’ll have at least the next couple of weeks to plan a trip to do just that.
I now have a couple more cookie recipes to add to my baking list. Along with the Lemon Slices, I’ll be making my famous brownies with macadamia nuts, melting moment (the ones that are rolled in powdered sugar), snickerdoodles, and chocolate dipped shortbread. I may add one or two more to that list. I’m thinking about adding my mini cream puffs with a chantilly frosting, we’ll see. Decisions, decisions. I’ll fill ya in as to what I decide.
As I end here, I wish all of you a superb weekend … I know I will, the partying starts tonight and will continue through Sunday night. I wonder if it’ll top last year’s party … there were two strippers involved … just to give you an idea … hehe!
Take care, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do … if there were anything I wouldn’t do …
Hapa
A big mahalo to UIM for adding my link to his site. Go check it out guys some good stuff there.
As much as I love the holidays, the next few weeks will be the hardest for me. I know I have mentioned many times how I wanted to have a third child, and well, if I had carried to term the last time I was pregnant, my child would be a year old on the 31st. In a way, and I still hate saying or thinking this, it was for the best. I would have been tied to a horrible man for the rest of my life, let alone this child’s life. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to have another child, I’ll just take it one day at a time … if it happens, it’ll happen.
There’s talk about catching a flight to the Big Island to go snow boarding. It’s tempting, but I think my family already made plans for my birthday weekend … or at least they better have. I’ll have at least the next couple of weeks to plan a trip to do just that.
I now have a couple more cookie recipes to add to my baking list. Along with the Lemon Slices, I’ll be making my famous brownies with macadamia nuts, melting moment (the ones that are rolled in powdered sugar), snickerdoodles, and chocolate dipped shortbread. I may add one or two more to that list. I’m thinking about adding my mini cream puffs with a chantilly frosting, we’ll see. Decisions, decisions. I’ll fill ya in as to what I decide.
As I end here, I wish all of you a superb weekend … I know I will, the partying starts tonight and will continue through Sunday night. I wonder if it’ll top last year’s party … there were two strippers involved … just to give you an idea … hehe!
Take care, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do … if there were anything I wouldn’t do …
Hapa
The weather is still sucking. I was just watching the news and they said it’s going to last until at least Monday. Now we got sleet and snow happening on the Big Island. They got winds of up to 90 mph on the two summits along with the sleet and snow. I was hoping to see if the two major Hawaii newspaper websites had pictures of the snow but they didn’t. We’re also supposed to have a partial solar eclipse that starts at 9:30am HST. I was hoping to get out after my post to watch the Geminid Meteor showers but with all the rain and winds, I doubt there will be anywhere with good visibility.
The countdown begins … the holiday baking starts Monday. I’m still in the process of picking out the stuff I want to bake this year. So far I have one cookie recipe … called Lemon Slices. I found this recipe about 15 years ago and over the years I have done some modification. This is an awesome cookie … it melts in your mouth. It used to call for straight granulated sugar, but I’ve got it down to half granulated and half confectioners (powdered) for that melt-in-your-mouth texture. I have this cream cheese pie recipe that I’m pretty known for. I used to make it for parties and other gatherings. Then one day someone offered to buy some if I baked them for her and the rest is history. This was about 16 years ago. Within 5 years I had orders of at least 250 pies during the holiday seasons. I’m nowhere close to that nowadays. One, because I no longer have the facility to store all the pies, and two, it’s a pain in the ass. I had all kinds of variations for my recipe. Of course there was the strawberry or blueberry toppings. Then I did a grasshopper pie variation with oreo cookie crumb crust. Lately I have added a lemon or raspberry mousse type cheese pie. Hey, it’s extra money for shopping so I can’t really bitch. This year, at last count, I have orders for 30 pies. I’m also looking to be baking about 4-5 different kinds of cookies. I’m doing the ingredients shopping over the weekend, lord help me.
In two days I will be 36. I don’t know what all the fuss is about women and age. I’m not ashamed about turning 36. I look pretty good for my age … I get comments about how I still look like I’m in my 20’s ... I’m told it’s an Asian thing. I guess the ones that are embarrassed about it are the ones that look like they’re old as dirt. It doesn’t bother me that I’ll turn 40 in 4 years … I kinda look forward to it. When I turn 40, Chris will be in his freshman year at college and Sianna will be entering high school. Actually, I look forward to 44 … when both kids are out of the house … hah!
Well, it’s late so I’m outta here …
Hapa
The countdown begins … the holiday baking starts Monday. I’m still in the process of picking out the stuff I want to bake this year. So far I have one cookie recipe … called Lemon Slices. I found this recipe about 15 years ago and over the years I have done some modification. This is an awesome cookie … it melts in your mouth. It used to call for straight granulated sugar, but I’ve got it down to half granulated and half confectioners (powdered) for that melt-in-your-mouth texture. I have this cream cheese pie recipe that I’m pretty known for. I used to make it for parties and other gatherings. Then one day someone offered to buy some if I baked them for her and the rest is history. This was about 16 years ago. Within 5 years I had orders of at least 250 pies during the holiday seasons. I’m nowhere close to that nowadays. One, because I no longer have the facility to store all the pies, and two, it’s a pain in the ass. I had all kinds of variations for my recipe. Of course there was the strawberry or blueberry toppings. Then I did a grasshopper pie variation with oreo cookie crumb crust. Lately I have added a lemon or raspberry mousse type cheese pie. Hey, it’s extra money for shopping so I can’t really bitch. This year, at last count, I have orders for 30 pies. I’m also looking to be baking about 4-5 different kinds of cookies. I’m doing the ingredients shopping over the weekend, lord help me.
In two days I will be 36. I don’t know what all the fuss is about women and age. I’m not ashamed about turning 36. I look pretty good for my age … I get comments about how I still look like I’m in my 20’s ... I’m told it’s an Asian thing. I guess the ones that are embarrassed about it are the ones that look like they’re old as dirt. It doesn’t bother me that I’ll turn 40 in 4 years … I kinda look forward to it. When I turn 40, Chris will be in his freshman year at college and Sianna will be entering high school. Actually, I look forward to 44 … when both kids are out of the house … hah!
Well, it’s late so I’m outta here …
Hapa
Wednesday, December 12, 2001
Just got home from Chris’ Winter Concert and we had a pretty good time. The concert lasted 2 hours but we had to wait another 45 minutes for Chris to come out because they were taking pictures for the yearbook. The percussion section would be the last to take their pics. Three different bands performed tonight. The first was the 9th grade band. They played three medleys. The second band was Wind Ensemble II – they played 4 songs, two of which were big band and jazz type music. Lastly was Wind Ensemble I … Chris’s band. They played two overtures, a Broadway melody, a March and several Christmas music. Wind Ensemble I will put on another concert this Sunday at Ala Moana Shopping Center at Center Stage.
The weather has been crap all week. Just yesterday we had gusts of up to 45 mph. It poured all night as well. They say this is going to keep up all week and probably into next week. I saw a tree go down across the street, and all along the way home shrubs were uprooted, limbs from trees were broken off … stuff like that. It looked like a hurricane hit us. It’s been cold as crap as well. I’ve got windburns on my face and hands. It’s good cuddling-up weather though!
Well, Chris is bumping me off the computer, so I’m ending here. Enjoy the rest of the week and behave.
Aloha,
Hapa
The weather has been crap all week. Just yesterday we had gusts of up to 45 mph. It poured all night as well. They say this is going to keep up all week and probably into next week. I saw a tree go down across the street, and all along the way home shrubs were uprooted, limbs from trees were broken off … stuff like that. It looked like a hurricane hit us. It’s been cold as crap as well. I’ve got windburns on my face and hands. It’s good cuddling-up weather though!
Well, Chris is bumping me off the computer, so I’m ending here. Enjoy the rest of the week and behave.
Aloha,
Hapa
Tuesday, December 11, 2001
I had a very productive day today thank you very much. I got most of the bills paid, did some shopping, helped John exchange a birthday present he got, and I (ugh) got the hair cut. As of 12pm the length of my hair was just past my waist. As of 12:30pm a good 4 inches or so got chopped off … and I love it. I look pretty damn good too. John was the first to see it. He said he liked it, but as most guys, for whatever reasons they have, like women with long (er) hair. The kids didn’t notice yet … probably cause I had it up.
Just for the record, I was #8021 on Ghost’s website.
Well, the year is winding down … this year went by really fast. Why, it seems like only yesterday I was having visions of the soon to be ex’s demise on my mind … and that was way back in January. One can only hope.
So, I’ll be another year older this Sunday. Which, by the way, I share with NightSkye … happy birthday to you too! Something is brewing because the kids and John are up to something. I was on John’s boat the other night and we were in the back bedroom where supposedly all the gifts were hiding. Unlike some people, I don’t go snooping or shaking gifts intended for me. I can wait … I am a very patient person. Anyway, he made sure everything was covered up and out of my reach. Most of the last week or so I’d catch them whispering to each other and I’ll make like I don’t see it. I’ve told them all I want is a bell to use when I need to summon them … hehe. I expect to be pampered all day Sunday … I deserve it, dammit.
My week is going pretty well hope it’s the same for all of you. I got wrapping to do so I’m out of here …
Laters,
Hapa
Just for the record, I was #8021 on Ghost’s website.
Well, the year is winding down … this year went by really fast. Why, it seems like only yesterday I was having visions of the soon to be ex’s demise on my mind … and that was way back in January. One can only hope.
So, I’ll be another year older this Sunday. Which, by the way, I share with NightSkye … happy birthday to you too! Something is brewing because the kids and John are up to something. I was on John’s boat the other night and we were in the back bedroom where supposedly all the gifts were hiding. Unlike some people, I don’t go snooping or shaking gifts intended for me. I can wait … I am a very patient person. Anyway, he made sure everything was covered up and out of my reach. Most of the last week or so I’d catch them whispering to each other and I’ll make like I don’t see it. I’ve told them all I want is a bell to use when I need to summon them … hehe. I expect to be pampered all day Sunday … I deserve it, dammit.
My week is going pretty well hope it’s the same for all of you. I got wrapping to do so I’m out of here …
Laters,
Hapa
Monday, December 10, 2001
I get this every year at this time from at least 5 different people ... it's still funny as shit ... enjoy!
Dear Santa,
I wud like a kool toy space ranjur for Xmas. Iv ben a good boy all yeer. YeR FReND, BiLLy
Dear Billy,
Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career as a lawn care specialist. How about I send you a damn book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger, at least HE can spell!
Santa
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Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody!
Love, Sarah
Dear Sarah,
Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?
Santa
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Dear Santa,
I've written you for three years now asking for a fire truck. Please, I really really want a fire truck this year!
Love, Joey
Dear Joey,
Let me make it up to you. While you sleep, I'm gonna torch your house. You'll have more fire trucks than you'll know what to do with.
Santa
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Dear Santa,
I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do.
Love, Teddy
Dear Teddy,
What, and ruin that hot little affair your dad's still having with the babysitter? He's banging her like a screen door in a hurricane, son! Let me get you some nice Legos instead.
Santa
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Dear Santa,
I need more Pokemon cards please! All my friends have more Pokemon cards than me. Please see what you can do.
Love, Michelle
Dear Michelle,
It blows my mind. Kids are forcing their parents to buy hundreds of dollars worth of these stupid cards, and none of you snot-nosed brats are even learning to play the game. Let me get you something more your speed, like "Chutes and Ladders."
Santa
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Dear Santa,
I want a new bike, playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.
Love, Francis
Dear Francis,
Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays? What are you, some sort of fag?
Santa
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Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the backdoor.
Love, Susan
Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the shits and carrots make the deer fart in my face. You want to be a kiss-ass? Leave me a glass of Chivas Regal and some Toblerone.
Santa
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Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you making toys?
Your friend, Thomas
Dear Thomas,
All toys get made in China. I have a condo in Vegas, where I spend most my time squeezing cocktail waitresses asses, and losing all my cash at the craps table. Hey, YOU wanted to know!
Santa
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Dear Santa,
Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're awake, like in the song?
Love, Jessica
Dear Jessica,
You are that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do, I'm skipping your
house.
Santa
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Dear Santa,
I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE.
Timmy
Timmy,
That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap don't cut it up here. You're getting a sweater again.
Santa
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Dearest Santa,
We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our home?
Love, Marky
Mark,
First, stop calling yourself "Marky," that's why you're getting your ass whipped at school. Secondly, you don't live in a house, that's a low-rent apartment complex you're living in. Thirdly, I get inside your pad just like all the burglars do, through your bedroom window.
Sweet Dreams!
Santa
Dear Santa,
I wud like a kool toy space ranjur for Xmas. Iv ben a good boy all yeer. YeR FReND, BiLLy
Dear Billy,
Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career as a lawn care specialist. How about I send you a damn book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger, at least HE can spell!
Santa
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Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody!
Love, Sarah
Dear Sarah,
Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?
Santa
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Dear Santa,
I've written you for three years now asking for a fire truck. Please, I really really want a fire truck this year!
Love, Joey
Dear Joey,
Let me make it up to you. While you sleep, I'm gonna torch your house. You'll have more fire trucks than you'll know what to do with.
Santa
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Dear Santa,
I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do.
Love, Teddy
Dear Teddy,
What, and ruin that hot little affair your dad's still having with the babysitter? He's banging her like a screen door in a hurricane, son! Let me get you some nice Legos instead.
Santa
*******************************************************
Dear Santa,
I need more Pokemon cards please! All my friends have more Pokemon cards than me. Please see what you can do.
Love, Michelle
Dear Michelle,
It blows my mind. Kids are forcing their parents to buy hundreds of dollars worth of these stupid cards, and none of you snot-nosed brats are even learning to play the game. Let me get you something more your speed, like "Chutes and Ladders."
Santa
*******************************************************
Dear Santa,
I want a new bike, playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.
Love, Francis
Dear Francis,
Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays? What are you, some sort of fag?
Santa
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Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the backdoor.
Love, Susan
Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the shits and carrots make the deer fart in my face. You want to be a kiss-ass? Leave me a glass of Chivas Regal and some Toblerone.
Santa
*******************************************************
Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you making toys?
Your friend, Thomas
Dear Thomas,
All toys get made in China. I have a condo in Vegas, where I spend most my time squeezing cocktail waitresses asses, and losing all my cash at the craps table. Hey, YOU wanted to know!
Santa
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Dear Santa,
Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're awake, like in the song?
Love, Jessica
Dear Jessica,
You are that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do, I'm skipping your
house.
Santa
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Dear Santa,
I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE.
Timmy
Timmy,
That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap don't cut it up here. You're getting a sweater again.
Santa
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Dearest Santa,
We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our home?
Love, Marky
Mark,
First, stop calling yourself "Marky," that's why you're getting your ass whipped at school. Secondly, you don't live in a house, that's a low-rent apartment complex you're living in. Thirdly, I get inside your pad just like all the burglars do, through your bedroom window.
Sweet Dreams!
Santa
It’s been a long past week for me and I am bushed. In order to get today and tomorrow off for Christopher’s Winter Concert for Band, I had to work 7 days in a row. I usually have Sundays and Mondays off but I switched those days to get Tuesday and Wednesday off. They perform Wednesday night at the high school auditorium and then they perform on Sunday at Ala Moana … just the Wind Ensemble I Band. I get to see Chris in a tuxedo again.
Well, John’s 31st birthday came and went … thaaaank goodness. Talk about a baby … let me rephrase that, a BIG baby. It all started with his gifts me and the kids got him. He liked them, just not the packaging it came in … hehe. One of his gifts was a shirt. I decided to wrap it in a different type of box rather than a clothing box, it’s harder to guess the gift that way. Anyway … I wrapped it in a Tampax box. It’s one of those bigger boxes you buy at Sam’s Club or Costco. He’s one of those that unwrap his gifts like forever. I swear to God it took him 10 minutes, at the least, to unwrap his gift. He had to get through a layer of newspaper to get to the box. He was a little careless and accidentally ripped a part of newspaper and saw a small portion of the Tampax box. Oh my God did he throw a fit. I was laughing so hard I had to pee. He refused to open the rest of the wrapping so I had to finish. By this time I was crying from laughing so hard. If I was on my deathbed and needed tampons, he would not go to the store to buy some for me. Why does this embarrass men? It’s just tampons. Get over it, sheesh. John ended up staying most of the weekend on his boat. He misses his boat. I got to see the progress of his decorating the boat for this weekend’s festivities. It looks pretty nice. He has 5 days however to get the boat running for my birthday. I expect to be cruising off the coast on Sunday.
I got the munchies so I will be ending here. I haven’t been eating right lately, partly due to the medication I was on. Now that I’m temporarily off them, I get these late night munchies. Not a good thing. It’s ok I guess since I will be at the gym first thing in the morning, and all week for that matter. Have a great week everyone and I will catch you next time …
Hapa
Well, John’s 31st birthday came and went … thaaaank goodness. Talk about a baby … let me rephrase that, a BIG baby. It all started with his gifts me and the kids got him. He liked them, just not the packaging it came in … hehe. One of his gifts was a shirt. I decided to wrap it in a different type of box rather than a clothing box, it’s harder to guess the gift that way. Anyway … I wrapped it in a Tampax box. It’s one of those bigger boxes you buy at Sam’s Club or Costco. He’s one of those that unwrap his gifts like forever. I swear to God it took him 10 minutes, at the least, to unwrap his gift. He had to get through a layer of newspaper to get to the box. He was a little careless and accidentally ripped a part of newspaper and saw a small portion of the Tampax box. Oh my God did he throw a fit. I was laughing so hard I had to pee. He refused to open the rest of the wrapping so I had to finish. By this time I was crying from laughing so hard. If I was on my deathbed and needed tampons, he would not go to the store to buy some for me. Why does this embarrass men? It’s just tampons. Get over it, sheesh. John ended up staying most of the weekend on his boat. He misses his boat. I got to see the progress of his decorating the boat for this weekend’s festivities. It looks pretty nice. He has 5 days however to get the boat running for my birthday. I expect to be cruising off the coast on Sunday.
I got the munchies so I will be ending here. I haven’t been eating right lately, partly due to the medication I was on. Now that I’m temporarily off them, I get these late night munchies. Not a good thing. It’s ok I guess since I will be at the gym first thing in the morning, and all week for that matter. Have a great week everyone and I will catch you next time …
Hapa
Thursday, December 06, 2001
I wasn’t really planning on writing tonight, but I read some of my friend’s blogs and I felt the need to comment on some things.
Logi … it saddens me to hear about your loss. Things do get better and I hope you see the better real soon. By the way, is this the same doggy that ran out of your home when I was last there? One advice when it comes to telling Alex is don’t rehearse what you want to say to her. It’s funny how children her age can pick up on the slightest things. Let the words come out naturally. Believe me, you will know what to say to her to comfort her and explain what happened when the time comes.
WryGuy … thanks for the advice. I used to do exactly the same things you wrote … visualization is a wonderful thing. Lately with the hormone thing, I can’t seem to think straight, and the mood swings are a pain in the ass. But hey, I went back to the gym and someone did report it … a little bit of faith has been restored.
Ghost … hmmm, where do I begin? I have known you for over 4 years now and I would like to finally see you with someone that makes you truly happy. Just a note … sometimes the person who doesn’t meet your standards is really the person of your dreams. I don’t know if what I just wrote made sense to you, it doesn’t for me … I’m exhausted, what can I say? There is an actual saying for what I am attempting to say, with my luck I’ll remember it later. For now just concentrate on school and don’t worry about the small things. Who knows, when you finally stop worrying about meeting Ms. Right, she may just reveal herself to you. Either case, I’m there for you.
It’s raining like a bitch now and it’s 12:45 in the a.m. I am freezing my ass and I need to get to some sleep.
Catch you all later,
Hapa
Logi … it saddens me to hear about your loss. Things do get better and I hope you see the better real soon. By the way, is this the same doggy that ran out of your home when I was last there? One advice when it comes to telling Alex is don’t rehearse what you want to say to her. It’s funny how children her age can pick up on the slightest things. Let the words come out naturally. Believe me, you will know what to say to her to comfort her and explain what happened when the time comes.
WryGuy … thanks for the advice. I used to do exactly the same things you wrote … visualization is a wonderful thing. Lately with the hormone thing, I can’t seem to think straight, and the mood swings are a pain in the ass. But hey, I went back to the gym and someone did report it … a little bit of faith has been restored.
Ghost … hmmm, where do I begin? I have known you for over 4 years now and I would like to finally see you with someone that makes you truly happy. Just a note … sometimes the person who doesn’t meet your standards is really the person of your dreams. I don’t know if what I just wrote made sense to you, it doesn’t for me … I’m exhausted, what can I say? There is an actual saying for what I am attempting to say, with my luck I’ll remember it later. For now just concentrate on school and don’t worry about the small things. Who knows, when you finally stop worrying about meeting Ms. Right, she may just reveal herself to you. Either case, I’m there for you.
It’s raining like a bitch now and it’s 12:45 in the a.m. I am freezing my ass and I need to get to some sleep.
Catch you all later,
Hapa
Tuesday, December 04, 2001
Mahalo WryGuy for your well wishes … you are a sweet person. Not much sweet people out there nowadays.
I know this for a damn fact.
The cramping has subsided and I am a happy person once again. Even my kids want to be around me again. John has no choice in the matter. By the way John … can you pick me up some Tampax? The bigger the box, the better … hehe.
John just told me that the Marina will have their annual Christmas light show/parade on Saturday the 15th. We went shopping the other night to buy lights for his boat. I think he wants to pick up a few other things to add to what he has. I’m not sure how many people actually participate, but from what he said about last year it was really spectacular. There’s a parade of boats that go out of the harbor and cruises past Ko’Olina Resort in all of their Christmas glory. I’m hoping to get this on tape or have someone take pictures for me.
Well, my surprise gift to John for his birthday has been all shot to hell. I decided to use some of my frequent flyer miles to get a couple of r/t tickets to Maui to have dinner at my favorite restaurant, Koho’s, for his birthday on Friday. The plan was to make pretend that I finally got someone to take my shift on Friday so I could take John out to dinner in Waikiki somewhere. Instead of heading out to Waikiki, I was going to take the airport cut-off at the last minute and explain to him then what the real plans were … or something along that line. He told me Sunday that a friend of his and the friend’s family are going to do a barbecue at the Marina. I’m not mad that he already made plans, I’m pissed that he didn’t think about whether or not I made plans. He assumed that I was working and that was it. Men … you can’t kill them. So, of course I had to cancel plans. Then he tells me that he wants to spend that night with me and that he could probably get his friend to do the barbecue on Saturday. This conversation was yesterday. I told him it was too late because I’m back on the schedule to work and I already cancelled the flight reservations. Mind you, this was at least a month in the planning. Ugh. I lost a deposit for the hotel room, I was able to cancel the car, and luckily I have a friend at the airlines that was able to change the open and close dates on the tickets. So now all he gets for his birthday is lunch.
One last vet before I close for the night. I was working out at the gym today and I had a really good work out. The gym I go to overlooks Pearl Harbor and the parking lot below us. My gym is 4 stories high. I usually work out on the 3rd floor. Anyhow, I make sure that I always park where I can see my car from where I exercise. Along the glass windows are either treadmills or the Precor stepper. My routine is usually one or the other for at least 30-45 minutes then I go to the adjacent side of the room to do the weight training. I was feeling good about myself as I was leaving the gym. Then I get within feet of my car. As I look up, I see a license plate sticking out to the point where it was about to fall off the bumper. It was MY fucking license plate. Some dumbass who didn’t know how to drive must have backed out, hit my front bumper, got scared and left. I wouldn’t know cause I wasn’t there. What pisses me off is that no one reported it. With all the pedestrian traffic that goes on there in the parking lot, someone HAD to have seen what happened. So, after inspecting my front bumper, which only had a small scratch and a fucking license plate hanging by a thread, I went back into the building to the front desk to ask if anyone reported a car being hit by another car. The guy at the desk said no. I was furious. It irks me to hear people say how we all need to help each other out in bad times blah blah blah. If I saw something like this, I would have been the first to report it. At least take down their plate numbers and leave that information with the front desk or call the police. I just shake my head in utter disgust.
Now that my ranting is over, I bid you all good night …
Hapa
I know this for a damn fact.
The cramping has subsided and I am a happy person once again. Even my kids want to be around me again. John has no choice in the matter. By the way John … can you pick me up some Tampax? The bigger the box, the better … hehe.
John just told me that the Marina will have their annual Christmas light show/parade on Saturday the 15th. We went shopping the other night to buy lights for his boat. I think he wants to pick up a few other things to add to what he has. I’m not sure how many people actually participate, but from what he said about last year it was really spectacular. There’s a parade of boats that go out of the harbor and cruises past Ko’Olina Resort in all of their Christmas glory. I’m hoping to get this on tape or have someone take pictures for me.
Well, my surprise gift to John for his birthday has been all shot to hell. I decided to use some of my frequent flyer miles to get a couple of r/t tickets to Maui to have dinner at my favorite restaurant, Koho’s, for his birthday on Friday. The plan was to make pretend that I finally got someone to take my shift on Friday so I could take John out to dinner in Waikiki somewhere. Instead of heading out to Waikiki, I was going to take the airport cut-off at the last minute and explain to him then what the real plans were … or something along that line. He told me Sunday that a friend of his and the friend’s family are going to do a barbecue at the Marina. I’m not mad that he already made plans, I’m pissed that he didn’t think about whether or not I made plans. He assumed that I was working and that was it. Men … you can’t kill them. So, of course I had to cancel plans. Then he tells me that he wants to spend that night with me and that he could probably get his friend to do the barbecue on Saturday. This conversation was yesterday. I told him it was too late because I’m back on the schedule to work and I already cancelled the flight reservations. Mind you, this was at least a month in the planning. Ugh. I lost a deposit for the hotel room, I was able to cancel the car, and luckily I have a friend at the airlines that was able to change the open and close dates on the tickets. So now all he gets for his birthday is lunch.
One last vet before I close for the night. I was working out at the gym today and I had a really good work out. The gym I go to overlooks Pearl Harbor and the parking lot below us. My gym is 4 stories high. I usually work out on the 3rd floor. Anyhow, I make sure that I always park where I can see my car from where I exercise. Along the glass windows are either treadmills or the Precor stepper. My routine is usually one or the other for at least 30-45 minutes then I go to the adjacent side of the room to do the weight training. I was feeling good about myself as I was leaving the gym. Then I get within feet of my car. As I look up, I see a license plate sticking out to the point where it was about to fall off the bumper. It was MY fucking license plate. Some dumbass who didn’t know how to drive must have backed out, hit my front bumper, got scared and left. I wouldn’t know cause I wasn’t there. What pisses me off is that no one reported it. With all the pedestrian traffic that goes on there in the parking lot, someone HAD to have seen what happened. So, after inspecting my front bumper, which only had a small scratch and a fucking license plate hanging by a thread, I went back into the building to the front desk to ask if anyone reported a car being hit by another car. The guy at the desk said no. I was furious. It irks me to hear people say how we all need to help each other out in bad times blah blah blah. If I saw something like this, I would have been the first to report it. At least take down their plate numbers and leave that information with the front desk or call the police. I just shake my head in utter disgust.
Now that my ranting is over, I bid you all good night …
Hapa
Monday, December 03, 2001
I am happy to say I finally started my period on Sunday. When I wake up in a few hours I have to start taking my other medication – Chlomid – I’m supposed to take them on day 3 to day 7 of my cycle. Did I mention I am in great pain? The Midol should be kicking in pretty soon.
I hate this.
After I had Sianna almost 11 years ago I was told I couldn’t have anymore kids. Then I had surgery to open up and clear out my fallopian tubes in September of 2000. I was a few months short of turning 35. I always told myself I was going to get tied if I could not carry to term … all this when I was with my soon to be ex husband … by the time I was 35. Now that I have met John I’m thinking of waiting a few more years. I don’t want to wait much longer though … I’m not getting any younger … shaddup in advance … you know who you are. I know what lies ahead of me if and when we do decide to get pregnant. I’ll pretty much be confined to the bedroom most of the term. I’ll be in the high-risk category. My doc thinks the problem might be in my uterus so he wants to do a hysteroscopy … I think that’s the correct term … I’ve had so many medical terms thrown at me in the last year my head is gonna explode. At least with the hysteroscopy there won’t be any incisions made of any sort. He’ll be inserting a device into my cervix into the uterus to see what’s going on inside … to make sure there aren’t any scars or something like that. For now, we’ll see how the Chlomid and hormones work.
John’s birthday is on Friday … he’ll turn 31. He’s just as bad as my kids are when it comes to presents. He already has one birthday gift under the tree, along with about three Christmas presents, and he already has shaken them all. He’s just a big kid.
Speaking of gifts, I need to get off my ass and mail some stuff to Ghost. It’ll get there … eventually. I got stuff in there for Ghost, Skye and Logi. Just a little something from Hawaii. Hope you guys enjoy.
I need sleep, I have a long day in the morning. Shopping and more shopping, then it’s off to work.
Have a great day,
Hapa
I hate this.
After I had Sianna almost 11 years ago I was told I couldn’t have anymore kids. Then I had surgery to open up and clear out my fallopian tubes in September of 2000. I was a few months short of turning 35. I always told myself I was going to get tied if I could not carry to term … all this when I was with my soon to be ex husband … by the time I was 35. Now that I have met John I’m thinking of waiting a few more years. I don’t want to wait much longer though … I’m not getting any younger … shaddup in advance … you know who you are. I know what lies ahead of me if and when we do decide to get pregnant. I’ll pretty much be confined to the bedroom most of the term. I’ll be in the high-risk category. My doc thinks the problem might be in my uterus so he wants to do a hysteroscopy … I think that’s the correct term … I’ve had so many medical terms thrown at me in the last year my head is gonna explode. At least with the hysteroscopy there won’t be any incisions made of any sort. He’ll be inserting a device into my cervix into the uterus to see what’s going on inside … to make sure there aren’t any scars or something like that. For now, we’ll see how the Chlomid and hormones work.
John’s birthday is on Friday … he’ll turn 31. He’s just as bad as my kids are when it comes to presents. He already has one birthday gift under the tree, along with about three Christmas presents, and he already has shaken them all. He’s just a big kid.
Speaking of gifts, I need to get off my ass and mail some stuff to Ghost. It’ll get there … eventually. I got stuff in there for Ghost, Skye and Logi. Just a little something from Hawaii. Hope you guys enjoy.
I need sleep, I have a long day in the morning. Shopping and more shopping, then it’s off to work.
Have a great day,
Hapa
Friday, November 30, 2001
Yesterday official made three weeks that I am late for my period. Being concerned I made an appointment with my Obstetrician. When I was a week late, I took a home pregnancy test that turned out to be negative. When I was two weeks late I took another test which was also negative. Needless to say over that weekend I was a bit nervous because ever since I was finished my HRT back in March my cycles were on the nose … exactly every 5 weeks. So, I saw my doc this past Wednesday and he has me on Medroxyprogesterone – one pill a day for 10 days – to hopefully get my cycle started again. I tell you, since the next day, my boobs are hurting like a mo fo. I dread taking off the bra cause it hurts when I do. I should start my period anywhere up to two weeks after the last pill. Oh yeah, and by the way … I’m NOT pregnant.
I don’t know if I should be happy or sad about not being pregnant. I have two wonderful children and the last time I carried a baby to term was 11 years ago. Since I had Sianna I was told I could not have anymore babies due to scarring in my uterus. I was fine with that … I had my boy and my girl. Then I met my current husband and I had three miscarriages during the three years we were together. I almost got myself fixed until I met John. He’ll be 31 next week and does not have children. He was kinda disappointed that the results were negative. He says he’s not ready yet, but I know he wants children. With all the crap that’s happened to me in the last year alone, my biological clock is running out fast. He’s gonna make a wonderful father and I hope a higher power sees it fit to let me carry another baby to term in the future.
Now that marching season is just about over for Chris, he can concentrate on wrestling. He’s on the JV team. He’s also going out for Judo a little later in the year. I need to find me a new scanner so I can share pictures with you guys. He took some really good shots of Ground Zero and of the Pentagon while he was on the East Coast.
I can’t believe it’s already December. John finally got his boat going and we’ll be spending New Years Eve off the west coast of O’ahu to watch the fire works. I can’t wait. His goal was to get it ready by his birthday and I told him it BETTER be ready by my birthday on the 16th … or else … nah, not the or else … hehe.
Well kiddies, I’m off to bed … I got some major shopping to do first thing in the morning. Have a great weekend and I’ll write ya soon!
Hapa
I don’t know if I should be happy or sad about not being pregnant. I have two wonderful children and the last time I carried a baby to term was 11 years ago. Since I had Sianna I was told I could not have anymore babies due to scarring in my uterus. I was fine with that … I had my boy and my girl. Then I met my current husband and I had three miscarriages during the three years we were together. I almost got myself fixed until I met John. He’ll be 31 next week and does not have children. He was kinda disappointed that the results were negative. He says he’s not ready yet, but I know he wants children. With all the crap that’s happened to me in the last year alone, my biological clock is running out fast. He’s gonna make a wonderful father and I hope a higher power sees it fit to let me carry another baby to term in the future.
Now that marching season is just about over for Chris, he can concentrate on wrestling. He’s on the JV team. He’s also going out for Judo a little later in the year. I need to find me a new scanner so I can share pictures with you guys. He took some really good shots of Ground Zero and of the Pentagon while he was on the East Coast.
I can’t believe it’s already December. John finally got his boat going and we’ll be spending New Years Eve off the west coast of O’ahu to watch the fire works. I can’t wait. His goal was to get it ready by his birthday and I told him it BETTER be ready by my birthday on the 16th … or else … nah, not the or else … hehe.
Well kiddies, I’m off to bed … I got some major shopping to do first thing in the morning. Have a great weekend and I’ll write ya soon!
Hapa
Friday, November 23, 2001
Chris will be boarding his plane in about 5 hours at JFK. I can't wait to hear all about his trip. A friend of his taped the parade for me and I'm going to let Chris watch it when he ges home.
I decided not to do any shopping today only because I hate crouds. I spent the day watching 'Luke and Laura Through the Years' on the soap channel ... all 10 hours worth. I'll probably start some shopping tomorrow before I pick Chris up.
Hope all of you have an enjoyable weekend ... I know I will ... I got the next three days off!
until next time,
Hapa
I decided not to do any shopping today only because I hate crouds. I spent the day watching 'Luke and Laura Through the Years' on the soap channel ... all 10 hours worth. I'll probably start some shopping tomorrow before I pick Chris up.
Hope all of you have an enjoyable weekend ... I know I will ... I got the next three days off!
until next time,
Hapa
Wednesday, November 21, 2001
The first Thanksgiving feast was made up of lobster, crab, corn, and some other side dishes that was available at the time … turkey was not the main course. I did not know this … lobster? Hey! Count me in. Well, the pies are done and it’s 9:30pm. I really need to get some sleep to wake up early enough for work. Sianna won’t be with me for dinner after all … she’s going to grandpa’s mother’s house for dinner. She’ll have a better time there. It looks like I’ll be heading out to my brother’s for dinner … if I can shake off this cold.
Thank you WryGuy for your heartfelt wishes for my son … and belated congratulations to you and your wife on your wedding. I saw some of the pictures and they were beautiful.
Sianna wants me to download a game for her so I’ll going.
Aloha and Happy Thanksgiving,
Hapa
Thank you WryGuy for your heartfelt wishes for my son … and belated congratulations to you and your wife on your wedding. I saw some of the pictures and they were beautiful.
Sianna wants me to download a game for her so I’ll going.
Aloha and Happy Thanksgiving,
Hapa
Mom … did I wake you?
That was the first thing Chris said to me at 5am this morning. I wanted to choke him, but he’s 5000 miles away. He called while they were en route to see a play at Radio City Music Hall. He’s having a lot of fun, I’m happy for him. He’s calling back later in the day because about 10 minutes into the conversation they were starting to tour Ground Zero and he wanted to take pictures.
This year, it will be just me Sianna and John for Thanksgiving. Actually, John and I will be passing each other because I decided that I’m going in to work the breakfast and lunch shift … at least we will be closing at 2pm. I’ll get home just in time to see John for about 5 minutes before he goes to his government job at Hickam. I’m blessed to have many friends. I have yet to decide which of these friends whose homes I will go to for dinner with Sianna.
I got a whole lot of baking to do now so I’ll part company here. Hope all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving tomorrow.
Aloha,
Hapa
That was the first thing Chris said to me at 5am this morning. I wanted to choke him, but he’s 5000 miles away. He called while they were en route to see a play at Radio City Music Hall. He’s having a lot of fun, I’m happy for him. He’s calling back later in the day because about 10 minutes into the conversation they were starting to tour Ground Zero and he wanted to take pictures.
This year, it will be just me Sianna and John for Thanksgiving. Actually, John and I will be passing each other because I decided that I’m going in to work the breakfast and lunch shift … at least we will be closing at 2pm. I’ll get home just in time to see John for about 5 minutes before he goes to his government job at Hickam. I’m blessed to have many friends. I have yet to decide which of these friends whose homes I will go to for dinner with Sianna.
I got a whole lot of baking to do now so I’ll part company here. Hope all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving tomorrow.
Aloha,
Hapa
Sunday, November 18, 2001
Technically, it's still the 18th in Hawaii, so ... Happy Birthday Ghost ... ya old fart.
Chris is safely in Virginia. He called me from San Francisco at midnight to let me know he was ok. The flight to Virginia from San Fran was going to be another 8 hours. He called later in the day but I was at work. He heads out for New York Tuesday morning.
It's late, we just got home from watching Monsters Inc. I love that movie! I can't wait for the video to come out.
Have a great week everyone ...
Hapa
Chris is safely in Virginia. He called me from San Francisco at midnight to let me know he was ok. The flight to Virginia from San Fran was going to be another 8 hours. He called later in the day but I was at work. He heads out for New York Tuesday morning.
It's late, we just got home from watching Monsters Inc. I love that movie! I can't wait for the video to come out.
Have a great week everyone ...
Hapa
Friday, November 16, 2001
Went to the gym, bought my 2002 calendar, picked up Chris’s uniform at the dry cleaners, bought new wool socks for him as well …
Oh man, I forgot something …
What the hell was it??
Holy shit, I forgot to buy him some white shoe polish for his marching shoes … crap.
I have 27 hours left to get my shit together … and Chris is being no help to me.
Oh well, I best be off …
Laters,
Hapa
Oh man, I forgot something …
What the hell was it??
Holy shit, I forgot to buy him some white shoe polish for his marching shoes … crap.
I have 27 hours left to get my shit together … and Chris is being no help to me.
Oh well, I best be off …
Laters,
Hapa
Thursday, November 15, 2001
What's coming up:
Tomorrow is Ramadan
7 days until Thanksgiving
17 days until Advent
25 days until Chanukah
31 days until Posada
36 days until Winter Solstice
40 days until Christmas
41 days until Kwanzaa
47 days until New Years Day
53 days until Eastern Orthodox Christmas
My day today will be spent looking for a carryon and possibly a new suitcase for Chris's trip in two days. I'm making a mental note to never fly with ATA, even if my life depended on it. The band, with approximately 350-400 people traveling - that's the band members, school administration, chaperones, and tag-alongs, will be heading out to New York on three different flights. The plane that will be carrying the kids and school official, along with a few of the chaperones, will be on the ATA chartered flight. The other two planes, United and NorthWest, will carry the remaining chaperones and tag-alongs. This past Tuesday night was the last parent information meeting before the trip. In that meeting they went into the specifics of airport procedures and the requirements of the luggage situation. Luggage is allowed up to 40lbs … what the fuck … how the hell are you going to fit 8 days worth of crap into a suitcase that is only allowed 40lbs? The carryon measurements are 9"x13.5"x19". If you happen to go over the weight limit, you will be charged a $50 fee for every 10lbs you are over. How the hell do you go shopping with limitations like that? Chris is like me … I like to pack a little extra clothes just in case. Sorry Chris, no can do this time. So far, the plan is to pack shirts he sleeps in that are pretty much ready to throw out, so after each wear he can throw it away. It's four to a room, so I think he and his roommates are going to buy the essentials - shampoo, soap, etc, up there and just share those. He wanted to go clothes shopping while he was there. I told him that it's pretty much the same price as it is here. If anything a mother of one of his friends is going as a tag-along and I was going to ask her to ship stuff home if it comes to that.
It's already 8am and I need to pay the rest of my bills today so I can figure out how much I will be giving Chris for spending money. Hope you have a great day, it's looking pretty nice on my end and I might just head out to John's boat for some action … heh.
Coming soon - more Hawaiian Words of the Day ...
Aloha,
Hapa
Tomorrow is Ramadan
7 days until Thanksgiving
17 days until Advent
25 days until Chanukah
31 days until Posada
36 days until Winter Solstice
40 days until Christmas
41 days until Kwanzaa
47 days until New Years Day
53 days until Eastern Orthodox Christmas
My day today will be spent looking for a carryon and possibly a new suitcase for Chris's trip in two days. I'm making a mental note to never fly with ATA, even if my life depended on it. The band, with approximately 350-400 people traveling - that's the band members, school administration, chaperones, and tag-alongs, will be heading out to New York on three different flights. The plane that will be carrying the kids and school official, along with a few of the chaperones, will be on the ATA chartered flight. The other two planes, United and NorthWest, will carry the remaining chaperones and tag-alongs. This past Tuesday night was the last parent information meeting before the trip. In that meeting they went into the specifics of airport procedures and the requirements of the luggage situation. Luggage is allowed up to 40lbs … what the fuck … how the hell are you going to fit 8 days worth of crap into a suitcase that is only allowed 40lbs? The carryon measurements are 9"x13.5"x19". If you happen to go over the weight limit, you will be charged a $50 fee for every 10lbs you are over. How the hell do you go shopping with limitations like that? Chris is like me … I like to pack a little extra clothes just in case. Sorry Chris, no can do this time. So far, the plan is to pack shirts he sleeps in that are pretty much ready to throw out, so after each wear he can throw it away. It's four to a room, so I think he and his roommates are going to buy the essentials - shampoo, soap, etc, up there and just share those. He wanted to go clothes shopping while he was there. I told him that it's pretty much the same price as it is here. If anything a mother of one of his friends is going as a tag-along and I was going to ask her to ship stuff home if it comes to that.
It's already 8am and I need to pay the rest of my bills today so I can figure out how much I will be giving Chris for spending money. Hope you have a great day, it's looking pretty nice on my end and I might just head out to John's boat for some action … heh.
Coming soon - more Hawaiian Words of the Day ...
Aloha,
Hapa
Tuesday, November 13, 2001
I hope all of you had a great weekend. Mine was pretty good. Last night was Chris’s last marching band performance at Aloha Stadium. His last actual gig for the marching season will be at the Macy’s Parade next week in New York. There was about 15 schools that performed last night at the Meadow Gold Rainbow Invitational, and Pearl City performed second to the last – right before the University of Hawaii performed. Of course it rained all night. It always rains at these functions. Sianna and I had fun. There were several schools that put on a great show. I was still kinda disappointed that Pearl City did not do their drum feature. According to Chris it was a very difficult number to do and they may do it in next year’s show.
Now that the marching season has come to a close, concert season, with the Winter Concert happening next month, is beginning. I saw some of the music sheets in Chris’s folder and they looked really complicated. I’m really proud of Chris. It’s unusual for a Freshman to be in Wind Ensemble I – otherwise called top band. When I was in highschool, to be in Wind I, you had to audition for a seat. Nowadays, from what I was told, you had to be asked by the Band Director personally to join. Chris was spotted last year at the Spring Concert when he was in the 8th grade. Another condition is that you have to take lessons, which he has been since earlier this year.
Well, Chris leaves this Saturday. He’s really anxious and wants to leave already. He and his sister are really close and they have already, on separate occasions, mentioned that they were going to miss each other. I have to take Chris later this week to get his traveler’s checks. His father’s side of the family is taking him out Friday night to dinner, and my family will go out for brunch Saturday before we take him to the airport. I still have to put more money into his Visa Buxx card … I really don’t want him to carry a lot of cash. He’s gonna have a lot of fun.
Before I end, I just want to say ‘aloha’ to my new readers. A big howdy to WryGuy in New York, he’s a friend of my friends Ghost, Logi and Nightskye. He’s got a link to my site on his site and hopefully soon I’ll have a link for him on mine … hint, hint … when I finally do make it to New York again Logi, you have to give me a crash course on all this html crap. Another howdy goes out to Dave and Tyler at Schofield. Sorry that was a little late guys but this is the first night making a post since I met you guys over the weekend.
Hope you all have a great day,
Hapa
Now that the marching season has come to a close, concert season, with the Winter Concert happening next month, is beginning. I saw some of the music sheets in Chris’s folder and they looked really complicated. I’m really proud of Chris. It’s unusual for a Freshman to be in Wind Ensemble I – otherwise called top band. When I was in highschool, to be in Wind I, you had to audition for a seat. Nowadays, from what I was told, you had to be asked by the Band Director personally to join. Chris was spotted last year at the Spring Concert when he was in the 8th grade. Another condition is that you have to take lessons, which he has been since earlier this year.
Well, Chris leaves this Saturday. He’s really anxious and wants to leave already. He and his sister are really close and they have already, on separate occasions, mentioned that they were going to miss each other. I have to take Chris later this week to get his traveler’s checks. His father’s side of the family is taking him out Friday night to dinner, and my family will go out for brunch Saturday before we take him to the airport. I still have to put more money into his Visa Buxx card … I really don’t want him to carry a lot of cash. He’s gonna have a lot of fun.
Before I end, I just want to say ‘aloha’ to my new readers. A big howdy to WryGuy in New York, he’s a friend of my friends Ghost, Logi and Nightskye. He’s got a link to my site on his site and hopefully soon I’ll have a link for him on mine … hint, hint … when I finally do make it to New York again Logi, you have to give me a crash course on all this html crap. Another howdy goes out to Dave and Tyler at Schofield. Sorry that was a little late guys but this is the first night making a post since I met you guys over the weekend.
Hope you all have a great day,
Hapa
Thursday, November 08, 2001
I can't seem to shake this lethargic feeling I've been having lately. I really don't know what it could be. I'd at least thought that by doing my workouts again I'd have more energy … nope. I have been sleeping a lot more which is not a good thing. The last time I actually saw my Obstetrician in person, he wanted me to get tested to make sure I was in working order. All my life I have always been anemic. No matter the amounts of iron supplements I take or incorporating foods high in iron I eat, I can't seem to raise my red blood cell levels. Oh well … I'll eventually get to making that appointment.
From what I have been reading in other blogs written by friends and their friends, Nightskye's wedding was a beautiful one. Once again, congrats to the happy couple.
Well, Chris leaves next week Saturday for New York. I have to admit I am a bit nervous. He heads out to DC first then be in New York by the following Tuesday. With all that's been going on with the anthrax and terrorism, especially in those areas, I'll be a wreck the 8 days he's gone. He's kind of worried about all that is happening in the world, but we both agree that you can't have fear run your life. He's really looking forward to this trip. It's his first trip that he is taking without his parents. I have to admit that another reason I'm not on this trip with him (besides not being able to get a flight out on time) is that I wanted him to have a little freedom … not too much though. He's my first born and I need to get used to giving him a little more free range every now and then. He'll be leaving for college in three years and I'm going to hate that day. He better not get any ideas on his Japan trip in two years … I'll be on that trip for sure.
I don't know what is up with my attitude lately. I can't stand to be at work, and I'm having a little spat with John … if you can call it that. It can't be PMS cause that was last week. I guess I'm stressed, who knows. I really need to get out of this nasty funk I'm in soon. I hate when I get this way. Oh well … until I figure out what is up, I'll be here to vent.
Have a great weekend,
Hapa
From what I have been reading in other blogs written by friends and their friends, Nightskye's wedding was a beautiful one. Once again, congrats to the happy couple.
Well, Chris leaves next week Saturday for New York. I have to admit I am a bit nervous. He heads out to DC first then be in New York by the following Tuesday. With all that's been going on with the anthrax and terrorism, especially in those areas, I'll be a wreck the 8 days he's gone. He's kind of worried about all that is happening in the world, but we both agree that you can't have fear run your life. He's really looking forward to this trip. It's his first trip that he is taking without his parents. I have to admit that another reason I'm not on this trip with him (besides not being able to get a flight out on time) is that I wanted him to have a little freedom … not too much though. He's my first born and I need to get used to giving him a little more free range every now and then. He'll be leaving for college in three years and I'm going to hate that day. He better not get any ideas on his Japan trip in two years … I'll be on that trip for sure.
I don't know what is up with my attitude lately. I can't stand to be at work, and I'm having a little spat with John … if you can call it that. It can't be PMS cause that was last week. I guess I'm stressed, who knows. I really need to get out of this nasty funk I'm in soon. I hate when I get this way. Oh well … until I figure out what is up, I'll be here to vent.
Have a great weekend,
Hapa
Wednesday, October 31, 2001
BOO!
Bet I scared ya ... Happy Halloween!
I love Halloween ... it's my favorite night of the year. All that frolicking and fun and other 'F' words ... hehe. Hope all you freaky people out there have fun, and most of all be safe and be aware of your surroundings. And for God's sake if you're gonna drink, don't drive ... you might spill something and that won't be a good thing. Seriously, have someone drive you home ... hey, you might get lucky ...
This pumpkin is outta here
Hapa
Bet I scared ya ... Happy Halloween!
I love Halloween ... it's my favorite night of the year. All that frolicking and fun and other 'F' words ... hehe. Hope all you freaky people out there have fun, and most of all be safe and be aware of your surroundings. And for God's sake if you're gonna drink, don't drive ... you might spill something and that won't be a good thing. Seriously, have someone drive you home ... hey, you might get lucky ...
This pumpkin is outta here
Hapa
Friday, October 26, 2001
I got this in my e-mail today.
We Are All Alone
October 26, 2001
By THOMAS L. FRIEDMAN
So let me see if I've got this all straight now: Pakistan
will allow us to use its bases Mondays, Wednesdays and
Fridays - provided we bomb only Taliban whose names begin
with Omar and who don't have cousins in the Pakistani
secret service. India is with us on Tuesdays and Fridays,
provided it can shell Pakistani forces around Kashmir all
other days. Egypt is with us on Sundays, provided we don't
tell anyone and provided we never mention that we give the
Egyptians $2 billion a year in aid. Yasir Arafat is with us
only after 10 p.m. on weekdays, when Palestinians who have
been dancing in the streets over the World Trade Center
attack have gone to bed. The Northern Alliance is with us,
provided we buy all its troops new sandals and give U.S.
passports to the first 1,000 to reach Kabul.
Israel is with us provided we never question the lunacy of
7,000 Israeli colonial settlers living in the middle of a
million Palestinians in the Gaza Strip. Kuwait would like
to be with us, it really would, since we saved Kuwait from
Iraq, but two Islamists in the Kuwaiti Parliament spoke out
against the war, so the emir just doesn't want to take any
chances. You understand. The Saudis, of course, want to be
with us, but Saudis are not into war-fighting. That's for
the household help. Don't worry. Prince Alwaleed has
promised to rent us some Bangladeshi soldiers through a
Saudi temp agency - at only a small markup.
The Saudi ruling family would love to cooperate by handing
over its police files on the 15 Saudis involved in the
hijackings, but that would be a violation of its
sovereignty, and, well, you know how much the Saudis
respect sovereignty - like when the Saudi Embassy in
Washington rushed all of Osama bin Laden's relatives out of
America after Sept. 11 on a private Saudi jet, before they
could be properly questioned by the F.B.I.
And then there's my personal favorite: All our Arab-Muslim
allies would love us to get bin Laden quickly, but the
Muslim holy month of Ramadan is coming soon and the Muslim
"street" will not tolerate fighting during Ramadan. Say, do
you remember the 1973 Middle East war, launched by Egypt
and Syria against Israel? Remember what that war was called
in the Arab world? "The Ramadan war" - because that's when
it was started. Oh, well. I guess the Arab world can launch
wars on Ramadan, but not receive them.
My fellow Americans, I hate to say this, but except for the
good old Brits, we're all alone. And at the end of the day,
it's U.S. and British troops who will have to go in, on the
ground, and eliminate bin Laden.
Ah, you ask, but why did we have so many allies in the gulf
war against Iraq? Because the Saudis and Kuwaitis bought
that alliance. They bought the Syrian Army with billions of
dollars for Damascus. They bought us and the Europeans with
promises of huge reconstruction contracts and by covering
all our costs. Indeed, with the money Japan paid, we
actually made a profit on the gulf war; Coalitions "R" Us.
This time we'll have to pay our own way, and for others.
Unfortunately, killing 5,000 innocent Americans in New York
just doesn't get the rest of the world that exercised. In
part we're to blame. The unilateralist message the Bush
team sent from its first day in office - get rid of the
Kyoto climate treaty, forget the biological treaty, forget
arms control, and if the world doesn't like it that's tough
- has now come back to haunt us.
And who can blame other countries for wanting to shake down
U.S. taxpayers when Dick Armey and his greedy band of House
Republicans are doing the same thing - pushing a stimulus
bill with more tax breaks for the rich, lobbyists and
corporations, and virtually nothing for the working
Americans who will fight this war?
My advice: Try not to focus on any of this. Focus instead
on the firemen who rushed into the trade center towers
without asking, "How much?" Focus on the thousands of U.S.
reservists who have left their jobs and families to go
fight in Afghanistan without asking, "What's in it for me?"
Unlike the free-riders in our coalition, these young
Americans know that Sept. 11 is our holy day - the first
day in a just war to preserve our free, multi-religious,
democratic society. And I don't really care if that war
coincides with Ramadan, Christmas, Hanukkah or the Buddha's
birthday - the most respectful and spiritual thing we can
do now is fight it until justice is done.
We Are All Alone
October 26, 2001
By THOMAS L. FRIEDMAN
So let me see if I've got this all straight now: Pakistan
will allow us to use its bases Mondays, Wednesdays and
Fridays - provided we bomb only Taliban whose names begin
with Omar and who don't have cousins in the Pakistani
secret service. India is with us on Tuesdays and Fridays,
provided it can shell Pakistani forces around Kashmir all
other days. Egypt is with us on Sundays, provided we don't
tell anyone and provided we never mention that we give the
Egyptians $2 billion a year in aid. Yasir Arafat is with us
only after 10 p.m. on weekdays, when Palestinians who have
been dancing in the streets over the World Trade Center
attack have gone to bed. The Northern Alliance is with us,
provided we buy all its troops new sandals and give U.S.
passports to the first 1,000 to reach Kabul.
Israel is with us provided we never question the lunacy of
7,000 Israeli colonial settlers living in the middle of a
million Palestinians in the Gaza Strip. Kuwait would like
to be with us, it really would, since we saved Kuwait from
Iraq, but two Islamists in the Kuwaiti Parliament spoke out
against the war, so the emir just doesn't want to take any
chances. You understand. The Saudis, of course, want to be
with us, but Saudis are not into war-fighting. That's for
the household help. Don't worry. Prince Alwaleed has
promised to rent us some Bangladeshi soldiers through a
Saudi temp agency - at only a small markup.
The Saudi ruling family would love to cooperate by handing
over its police files on the 15 Saudis involved in the
hijackings, but that would be a violation of its
sovereignty, and, well, you know how much the Saudis
respect sovereignty - like when the Saudi Embassy in
Washington rushed all of Osama bin Laden's relatives out of
America after Sept. 11 on a private Saudi jet, before they
could be properly questioned by the F.B.I.
And then there's my personal favorite: All our Arab-Muslim
allies would love us to get bin Laden quickly, but the
Muslim holy month of Ramadan is coming soon and the Muslim
"street" will not tolerate fighting during Ramadan. Say, do
you remember the 1973 Middle East war, launched by Egypt
and Syria against Israel? Remember what that war was called
in the Arab world? "The Ramadan war" - because that's when
it was started. Oh, well. I guess the Arab world can launch
wars on Ramadan, but not receive them.
My fellow Americans, I hate to say this, but except for the
good old Brits, we're all alone. And at the end of the day,
it's U.S. and British troops who will have to go in, on the
ground, and eliminate bin Laden.
Ah, you ask, but why did we have so many allies in the gulf
war against Iraq? Because the Saudis and Kuwaitis bought
that alliance. They bought the Syrian Army with billions of
dollars for Damascus. They bought us and the Europeans with
promises of huge reconstruction contracts and by covering
all our costs. Indeed, with the money Japan paid, we
actually made a profit on the gulf war; Coalitions "R" Us.
This time we'll have to pay our own way, and for others.
Unfortunately, killing 5,000 innocent Americans in New York
just doesn't get the rest of the world that exercised. In
part we're to blame. The unilateralist message the Bush
team sent from its first day in office - get rid of the
Kyoto climate treaty, forget the biological treaty, forget
arms control, and if the world doesn't like it that's tough
- has now come back to haunt us.
And who can blame other countries for wanting to shake down
U.S. taxpayers when Dick Armey and his greedy band of House
Republicans are doing the same thing - pushing a stimulus
bill with more tax breaks for the rich, lobbyists and
corporations, and virtually nothing for the working
Americans who will fight this war?
My advice: Try not to focus on any of this. Focus instead
on the firemen who rushed into the trade center towers
without asking, "How much?" Focus on the thousands of U.S.
reservists who have left their jobs and families to go
fight in Afghanistan without asking, "What's in it for me?"
Unlike the free-riders in our coalition, these young
Americans know that Sept. 11 is our holy day - the first
day in a just war to preserve our free, multi-religious,
democratic society. And I don't really care if that war
coincides with Ramadan, Christmas, Hanukkah or the Buddha's
birthday - the most respectful and spiritual thing we can
do now is fight it until justice is done.
It all started in 1972; I was in the 2nd grade. Every week at 7pm I was glued to the television set waiting to see what was going to happen to my super hero. His name was Kikaida. Between the years of 1972 and around mid 1975, Hawaii was taken by storm by a popular Japanese show called Kikaida. In this Honolulu Advertiser article it mentioned that the show was on Wednesday nights. I remember it being on Saturdays. Anyway, I was, and so were thousands of other little girls my age, infatuated with Kikaida … well, actually his human form called Jiro. My friend and neighbor Janelle was completely gaga over him. She used to come over and watch it with me and my brother every week … like it was a religion. We used to make popcorn and kool aid then sit comfortably in front of the television. We didn’t dare budge from our seats. Of course, when it was commercial time, it was a mad dash to the bathroom. Ah, what memories. I mention this because I found out two weeks ago that they plan to bring the series back to Hawaii. Every Sunday nights at 7pm starting on November 4, I will be in front of my TV with my kids watching Kikaida. Several years ago, I believe it was around 1993, the show was brought back and my children got to experience the madness. Back then it wasn’t as hyped as it is appearing to be now. I guess it’s because it’s about to celebrate it’s 30th anniversary. I can recall back then when the show came out that there was an increase in enrollment in karate classes all around the state … or at least the kids in my school. I was amongst many lucky 8 year olds who got an autograph from Kikaida/Jiro when they came here in 1974 to our State fare. Man, that autograph would be worth thousands today.
Ok, it’s that time … it’s payday and I got bills to pay.
Until later,
Hapa
Ok, it’s that time … it’s payday and I got bills to pay.
Until later,
Hapa
Thursday, October 25, 2001
I’m kinda bummed … I was hoping for a hurricane but it’s been since downgraded to a tropical storm. It was pouring for most of the morning, now it’s all muggy. I like this kind of weather. Great weather for sex. Oh well, I wasn’t up to it … sorry John … perhaps next time.
Hope you’re having a great birthday Logi, ya old fart. Congrats to Nightskye and his bride Angel for they will be getting married tomorrow. Many happy years to the both of you!
I’m out of here for now … gotta get ready for work in a bit.
Have a good one …
Hapa
Hope you’re having a great birthday Logi, ya old fart. Congrats to Nightskye and his bride Angel for they will be getting married tomorrow. Many happy years to the both of you!
I’m out of here for now … gotta get ready for work in a bit.
Have a good one …
Hapa
Wednesday, October 24, 2001
Just a quick log before I head out to bed.
A big happy third anniversary of your 29th birthday Logi … and many more!
Work was pretty good tonight, considering it was a Wednesday. We had to take some bogus test tonight … stuff from the new menu … I scored a 100%. I can only imagine what Pasco scored, that twit … hehe.
John will be out fishing, this time, in the morning. I have no idea what I’ll be doing.
Laters alligators,
Hapa
A big happy third anniversary of your 29th birthday Logi … and many more!
Work was pretty good tonight, considering it was a Wednesday. We had to take some bogus test tonight … stuff from the new menu … I scored a 100%. I can only imagine what Pasco scored, that twit … hehe.
John will be out fishing, this time, in the morning. I have no idea what I’ll be doing.
Laters alligators,
Hapa
I hate Wednesdays …
Wednesdays are my Mondays. I had the last two days off from work and I go back tonight. Not too bad, it’s my bartending shift. I’m trying to get out of my shift next week for Halloween … I still have no clue as to what I will be going as. This Saturday at the Harbor where John’s boat is at is having a Halloween party. There’s some kind of costume contest thing going on. We were talking about going and he was going to be dressed as a pimp and I his hooker. I have to work … crap.
Well, John left early this morning to go diving. That lobster he brought for me the other day was good. I shared it with the kids. He still needs to clean the fish. He better not bring any more fish that he didn’t clean to my freezer. Sianna has been telling her younger cousins that we have a fish swimming in our freezer. I was wondering why they were over the other day to look in my freezer. My nieces are 6 and 3.
Sianna has a wild time with the stories she tells them. Of course there was no fish swimming in the freezer. Sianna told them it swam away, and they got sad. I don’t know where she gets it from.
I need to get ready and psyche myself up for today’s workout. Ever since I met John I’ve been neglecting my running and weight training. I started the weight training last week and I am sore. What I really need to do is get back to running. I usually take Sianna along with her in roller blades several paces in front of me. I’m all dressed for a workout … it’s getting off my ass and off this computer that’s killing me. I’ll get there … it might take hours, but I’ll get there kicking and screaming.
That’s all for now, I’ll be back later … maybe
Hapa
Wednesdays are my Mondays. I had the last two days off from work and I go back tonight. Not too bad, it’s my bartending shift. I’m trying to get out of my shift next week for Halloween … I still have no clue as to what I will be going as. This Saturday at the Harbor where John’s boat is at is having a Halloween party. There’s some kind of costume contest thing going on. We were talking about going and he was going to be dressed as a pimp and I his hooker. I have to work … crap.
Well, John left early this morning to go diving. That lobster he brought for me the other day was good. I shared it with the kids. He still needs to clean the fish. He better not bring any more fish that he didn’t clean to my freezer. Sianna has been telling her younger cousins that we have a fish swimming in our freezer. I was wondering why they were over the other day to look in my freezer. My nieces are 6 and 3.
Sianna has a wild time with the stories she tells them. Of course there was no fish swimming in the freezer. Sianna told them it swam away, and they got sad. I don’t know where she gets it from.
I need to get ready and psyche myself up for today’s workout. Ever since I met John I’ve been neglecting my running and weight training. I started the weight training last week and I am sore. What I really need to do is get back to running. I usually take Sianna along with her in roller blades several paces in front of me. I’m all dressed for a workout … it’s getting off my ass and off this computer that’s killing me. I’ll get there … it might take hours, but I’ll get there kicking and screaming.
That’s all for now, I’ll be back later … maybe
Hapa
Monday, October 22, 2001
Hope all of you had a great weekend, I sure did. Heck, I got to spend it with the people I love, who could ask for anything more? First of all, I just wanted to respond to a letter I received over the weekend. Apparently, a reader does not like the way I write. He says I use simple words. Who gives a fuck? All I have to say, once again, is that if you don't like what you see here, don’t come back … it’s as simple as that.
The one thing I don’t respond well to is death. It’ll be 10 years on December 7 that my mother has passed away and I still haven’t really gotten over it. I’ve also experienced the passing of a dear friend and his name was Michael. Michael was only 20 when he passed away in a bad car wreck in California. He was ending his 2nd year in college and was checking out some mainland colleges to transfer to. Michael was my boyfriend of 8 months. I was devastated. I know it was only 8 months, but we knew each other for over 10 years … he was my best friend. I still miss him to this day. I just learned earlier today that his father had passed away over the weekend from a heart attack. Michael Sr. was 59 years old. I’m debating if I’ll be in attendance at the funeral on Thursday.
John went diving over the weekend and brought home lobster and a nice sized uhu, or parrot fish. The lobster will be cooked in a few minutes while the fish still needs to be cleaned. It will then be stuffed and either baked, steamed, or grilled. Hey Logi, if you liked the ginger chicken I made for you the last time I visited, you’ll LOVE the fish. I usually stuff the fish with mayo, bacon, tomatoes, green onions and shoyu, all layered and stuffed in the fish, then a squeeze of lemon over the entire fish with a little more bacon for flavor. I know to some of you this may sound weird or gross, but believe me this is awesome. The mayo actually acts like a tenderizer in a way … it keeps the fish moist. I usually eat that with freshly made hot steaming rice. John just needs to hurry his ass and clean he fishy.
Well folks, I got a lobster to cook and shopping to do. Until later, all my love …
Hapa
The one thing I don’t respond well to is death. It’ll be 10 years on December 7 that my mother has passed away and I still haven’t really gotten over it. I’ve also experienced the passing of a dear friend and his name was Michael. Michael was only 20 when he passed away in a bad car wreck in California. He was ending his 2nd year in college and was checking out some mainland colleges to transfer to. Michael was my boyfriend of 8 months. I was devastated. I know it was only 8 months, but we knew each other for over 10 years … he was my best friend. I still miss him to this day. I just learned earlier today that his father had passed away over the weekend from a heart attack. Michael Sr. was 59 years old. I’m debating if I’ll be in attendance at the funeral on Thursday.
John went diving over the weekend and brought home lobster and a nice sized uhu, or parrot fish. The lobster will be cooked in a few minutes while the fish still needs to be cleaned. It will then be stuffed and either baked, steamed, or grilled. Hey Logi, if you liked the ginger chicken I made for you the last time I visited, you’ll LOVE the fish. I usually stuff the fish with mayo, bacon, tomatoes, green onions and shoyu, all layered and stuffed in the fish, then a squeeze of lemon over the entire fish with a little more bacon for flavor. I know to some of you this may sound weird or gross, but believe me this is awesome. The mayo actually acts like a tenderizer in a way … it keeps the fish moist. I usually eat that with freshly made hot steaming rice. John just needs to hurry his ass and clean he fishy.
Well folks, I got a lobster to cook and shopping to do. Until later, all my love …
Hapa
Friday, October 19, 2001
Well, since some of us are strolling down memory lane with their wedding day stories, I’d like to share mine with you as well. My first wedding (yes first) was on July 19th, 1986. I was 20 at the time. If I had to do it all again, I would NOT have gotten married to this man. In fact, I almost called it off the week before the event. I came real close to telling my mother and I think she sensed it and started to remind me about how much she spent on my wedding … you know, the guilt trip thing. Anyway, my wedding reception had 550 people in attendance. That’s funny because I recall only having 500 people on the final guest list. I had a maid of honor, three bride’s maids and a flower girl. My wedding gown was white, of course (shut up KC and Dennis), and it had a 15-foot train. It was detachable for dancing later in the night. The guys wore gray and the girls wore pink. One thing about living in Hawaii, at most weddings here, people tend to incorporate many ethnic traditions into one wedding. For instance, at my wedding, my step dad who gave me away made the first toast at the reception. He did it in Japanese. There’s a Filipino tradition where the bride and groom dances and the guests comes up and puts money somewhere strategically on the bride and the groom is supposed to grab it with his mouth and put it into a container, usually held by the maid of honor. People were getting pretty much perverted, sticking dollar bills into my cleavage and such. Most of the night was spent on the dance floor on my part. It wasn’t until the next day where I heard all the stories that was going on at the reception. The funniest of stories were the long lost cousins on the hubby’s side that didn’t know they were related were hitting on each other. All in all, we made a nice small fortune … let’s just say enough for a down payment on a brand new house was made that night and then some. This marriage lasted 6 years … two years together, 4 years in court.
My second wedding was on April 14, 2000. Since I already had the huge wedding, we went small and intimate this time around. There were 45 people at the reception. This time was simply cocktails and appetizers. To this day I still don’t know what possessed me to marry this man … come to think of it, the other one as well. This sounds fucked-up but I regretted marrying this man the day after the wedding. Things went downhill real fast. Without having to go into detail of what happened, and I will get into that when I’m ready to, we split this past January … just a mere 9 months later. I’m still legally married to him only because the Army screwed me over. I have to do the paper work all over again and have his worthless ass served … hopefully sometime soon. Can I pick ‘em, or what? Live and learn, I guess.
I don’t know if I see a third one any time soon. Yeah, John and I have talked about it … hypothetically of course … I like when we talk hypothetically. Before we can even seriously talk marriage, we need to get our lives in order … he also has a divorce to finish … and we need to know each other better, amongst other things.
Well, enough walking down memory lane … it’s making me gag. I gotta go pee now, so I’ll end here.
Have a great weekend you all, and be safe.
Hapa
My second wedding was on April 14, 2000. Since I already had the huge wedding, we went small and intimate this time around. There were 45 people at the reception. This time was simply cocktails and appetizers. To this day I still don’t know what possessed me to marry this man … come to think of it, the other one as well. This sounds fucked-up but I regretted marrying this man the day after the wedding. Things went downhill real fast. Without having to go into detail of what happened, and I will get into that when I’m ready to, we split this past January … just a mere 9 months later. I’m still legally married to him only because the Army screwed me over. I have to do the paper work all over again and have his worthless ass served … hopefully sometime soon. Can I pick ‘em, or what? Live and learn, I guess.
I don’t know if I see a third one any time soon. Yeah, John and I have talked about it … hypothetically of course … I like when we talk hypothetically. Before we can even seriously talk marriage, we need to get our lives in order … he also has a divorce to finish … and we need to know each other better, amongst other things.
Well, enough walking down memory lane … it’s making me gag. I gotta go pee now, so I’ll end here.
Have a great weekend you all, and be safe.
Hapa
Thursday, October 18, 2001
I don’t know why my son Chris neglected to tell me about a certain anthrax incident that happened at his school yesterday. Apparently a Sophomore did a dumbass thing by sprinkling baking powder with sugar all over some stairway at the school. He was arrested and now is in his parent’s custody. If I were his mom, his ass would be fired up as we speak. People do the stupidest things.
Ok, so Chris is headed to DC, Pennsylvania and New York next month. This makes me nervous more so now because of all the anthrax scares going on especially in those areas. In Hawaii alone we’ve had three post offices closed down because packages were found to be suspect. There’s supposed to be another parent meeting, an open discussion, to go over what precautions and such the administrators and band directors will be taking while on this trip.
I’ve been catching up on some reading lately … blogs written by friends … and apparently there’s some contest going on between the women. I’ve been given the rules of this game and I still say that pictures should be involved … preferably videos. It involves pleasing yourself with toys and from what I’ve been reading these women are into a specific toy that is manufactured in Japan. Guess what ladies … I’ll be in Japan in less than two years and I’ll be in the area that produces these wonderful mechanical devices … neener. I’ve discussed this contest with John and needless to say we are going toy shopping real soon.
Well, I am going back to watching my soaps, so I’ll be blogging later …
Aloha,
Hapa
Ok, so Chris is headed to DC, Pennsylvania and New York next month. This makes me nervous more so now because of all the anthrax scares going on especially in those areas. In Hawaii alone we’ve had three post offices closed down because packages were found to be suspect. There’s supposed to be another parent meeting, an open discussion, to go over what precautions and such the administrators and band directors will be taking while on this trip.
I’ve been catching up on some reading lately … blogs written by friends … and apparently there’s some contest going on between the women. I’ve been given the rules of this game and I still say that pictures should be involved … preferably videos. It involves pleasing yourself with toys and from what I’ve been reading these women are into a specific toy that is manufactured in Japan. Guess what ladies … I’ll be in Japan in less than two years and I’ll be in the area that produces these wonderful mechanical devices … neener. I’ve discussed this contest with John and needless to say we are going toy shopping real soon.
Well, I am going back to watching my soaps, so I’ll be blogging later …
Aloha,
Hapa
Tuesday, October 16, 2001
Man, where do I begin? I’m just going to write whatever comes to my head at the moment. First, on the 10th made two months that I have been with John. In that time we’ve had three arguments … not fights, but arguments. Because of my stubbornness, I almost lost him the second time we had a gap in our communication. When we met, I had all kinds of walls up and I was going to be damned I let another man take advantage of me or hurt me in any way. John is very easy to talk to and he is very good in communicating. Somewhere along the way I kinda forgot how to open up and express how I feel. My pattern was simple … I kept things in until I couldn’t take it anymore and whomever I was with at the time felt my wrath. It’s refreshing to be in a relationship where I can express myself without being ridiculed or told that my feelings didn’t count. John is so easy going and relaxed 99% of the time. His life is simple and his motto is even simpler … you either love him or hate him. The people who love him he cherishes with all his heart and would do anything for them. The people who hate him (if there are anyone who does) are missing out on one wonderful human being, and I am lucky he loves me as well.
John’s mother and grandmother were here in Hawaii for a little over a week and just left yesterday. These women are two of the funniest people I’ve ever met. My daughter Sianna had a blast with them as well. The whole time they were here, they stayed on John’s boat that is anchored a Ko ‘Olina Harbor. He has a 30-ft (give or take a few feet) twin engine boat. He originally bought it for fishing although it is not quite a fishing boat … it’s more of a leisure boat. It has two bedrooms, a bathroom, an area for cooking, and an area with a table and chairs for eating. He also has a TV with a VCR. Up until last night we missed his boat terribly. John’s boat has been in dry dock for a month because his engines were shot and he was working on them. He finally got it back in the water the day before his parents got here, and we spent last night in it. He still has to do one more days work on it before we can actually take the boat out for a spin. I can hardly wait.
The people I work for just laid off hundreds of people, which eventually resulted in a closedown of one of their restaurants in Waikiki. That really sucks for them because they just opened it this past May. Now they’re talking about laying off employees at the restaurant I work at. These people, from what I now see, are laying off people not by seniority, but by performance. In a way I guess that is good, but these people who were laid off in the last few weeks were with this company from the get go and have practically dedicated their life to these people. They have put the company first with family and everything else second and they got laid off while a handful of people who were with the company a few months are still there. I’m talking about our management staff, and from what I hear, there was a lot of backstabbing going on. All I have to say is that what comes around goes around.
Well, Chris is still going to New York next month for the parade. There were talks going around about canceling the trip after what happened there last month, but made the right decision to carry on with plans. We shouldn’t let fear run our lives, and I am glad that the band directors felt the same. So, I went and ordered his thermal underwear and I just ordered some flannel-lined jeans from Eddie Bauer last week. I took him to Pac-Sun the other day to buy him a Hurley beanie (a reversible on at it too) … I still tell Chris that I look better in it than he does. I also took him last week to get his flu shot. No sense in spending all that money, practicing 5 days a week, and getting sick at the last minute then NOT march in the parade. He’s paying for it now … he’s been sick the past few days … a big baby too.
Well, dinner is ready so I’m outta here for now … catch up with you all later!
Hapa
John’s mother and grandmother were here in Hawaii for a little over a week and just left yesterday. These women are two of the funniest people I’ve ever met. My daughter Sianna had a blast with them as well. The whole time they were here, they stayed on John’s boat that is anchored a Ko ‘Olina Harbor. He has a 30-ft (give or take a few feet) twin engine boat. He originally bought it for fishing although it is not quite a fishing boat … it’s more of a leisure boat. It has two bedrooms, a bathroom, an area for cooking, and an area with a table and chairs for eating. He also has a TV with a VCR. Up until last night we missed his boat terribly. John’s boat has been in dry dock for a month because his engines were shot and he was working on them. He finally got it back in the water the day before his parents got here, and we spent last night in it. He still has to do one more days work on it before we can actually take the boat out for a spin. I can hardly wait.
The people I work for just laid off hundreds of people, which eventually resulted in a closedown of one of their restaurants in Waikiki. That really sucks for them because they just opened it this past May. Now they’re talking about laying off employees at the restaurant I work at. These people, from what I now see, are laying off people not by seniority, but by performance. In a way I guess that is good, but these people who were laid off in the last few weeks were with this company from the get go and have practically dedicated their life to these people. They have put the company first with family and everything else second and they got laid off while a handful of people who were with the company a few months are still there. I’m talking about our management staff, and from what I hear, there was a lot of backstabbing going on. All I have to say is that what comes around goes around.
Well, Chris is still going to New York next month for the parade. There were talks going around about canceling the trip after what happened there last month, but made the right decision to carry on with plans. We shouldn’t let fear run our lives, and I am glad that the band directors felt the same. So, I went and ordered his thermal underwear and I just ordered some flannel-lined jeans from Eddie Bauer last week. I took him to Pac-Sun the other day to buy him a Hurley beanie (a reversible on at it too) … I still tell Chris that I look better in it than he does. I also took him last week to get his flu shot. No sense in spending all that money, practicing 5 days a week, and getting sick at the last minute then NOT march in the parade. He’s paying for it now … he’s been sick the past few days … a big baby too.
Well, dinner is ready so I’m outta here for now … catch up with you all later!
Hapa
Saturday, September 22, 2001
I know, I got a lot of catching up to do. Thought I'd make a short post while Chris is getting ready for the Homecoming Parade which is to start in an hour. Hopefully by Monday I'll have pictures up for all to see. For those inquiring minds ... yes, I'm still with J and things are wonderful ... he's a keeper. Well, Chris needs help with his tuxedo so I'm out of here.
Laters,
Hapa
Laters,
Hapa
Tuesday, August 28, 2001
I got some time before J stops by from getting off of work. It’s been an amazing past almost three weeks for me. I love every minute I spend with J. It kinda scares me because everything is moving so fast, a good fast, and things couldn’t get any more perfect it’s like I’m almost waiting for something to go wrong. Hey, what can I say … for at least the past 10 years or so I’ve been let down by every single man I have been with. I can feel it inside that J is most definitely different. My kids like him, which shocks me. I guess because they see how happy I am, it makes them happy.
To keep all of you updated, Chris won for Homecoming Court. He got the phone call from the committee this past Sunday night. We went tuxedo fitting last night and I must say he looks awesome in a tux. I guess they had some kind of picture taking today because his partner, the attendant, came over to match what they were going to wear. I can’t wait … Homecoming is on the 14th of next month. I’m already taking that day off and most likely the next day. I am so happy for Chris. He wasn’t always this outspoken and full of confidence. All through elementary he was pretty much to himself. He came out of his shell in the 7th grade by running for class Treasurer, in which he won. Ever since then I can’t seem to shut him up. He’s currently Freshman Class VP and has plans to be Class President next year, all I have to say is good luck.
Let’s see … what can I say about J? If he were just another one of boy toys, I’d be writing some mad shit right about now. Nothing bad, mainly about how good or bad the sex is, stuff like that … hehe … but like I said, it’s different with him, and I respect his privacy. Besides the fact that I want to ask for his permission to get into more detail about him for the sake of my audience’s reading pleasure. So, until then, I’ll just say everything has been awesome … and I mean EVERYTHING if ya get my drift.
Well, my baby will be over in a little so I will end here. If you’re reading this Pasco, call sometime … sheesh. I seem to always miss you at work. I can’t decide if it’s a good or bad thing … hehe.
Laters,
Hapa
To keep all of you updated, Chris won for Homecoming Court. He got the phone call from the committee this past Sunday night. We went tuxedo fitting last night and I must say he looks awesome in a tux. I guess they had some kind of picture taking today because his partner, the attendant, came over to match what they were going to wear. I can’t wait … Homecoming is on the 14th of next month. I’m already taking that day off and most likely the next day. I am so happy for Chris. He wasn’t always this outspoken and full of confidence. All through elementary he was pretty much to himself. He came out of his shell in the 7th grade by running for class Treasurer, in which he won. Ever since then I can’t seem to shut him up. He’s currently Freshman Class VP and has plans to be Class President next year, all I have to say is good luck.
Let’s see … what can I say about J? If he were just another one of boy toys, I’d be writing some mad shit right about now. Nothing bad, mainly about how good or bad the sex is, stuff like that … hehe … but like I said, it’s different with him, and I respect his privacy. Besides the fact that I want to ask for his permission to get into more detail about him for the sake of my audience’s reading pleasure. So, until then, I’ll just say everything has been awesome … and I mean EVERYTHING if ya get my drift.
Well, my baby will be over in a little so I will end here. If you’re reading this Pasco, call sometime … sheesh. I seem to always miss you at work. I can’t decide if it’s a good or bad thing … hehe.
Laters,
Hapa
Tuesday, August 14, 2001
I can’t believe I have been neglecting my readers. Didn’t mean to, but I’ve been busy. So, for now, all I can do is fill you in and feed your voyeuristic tendencies.
I had mentioned in an earlier post at what a certain word could do to your social life when mentioned in your AOL profile. Well, let me tell you … I got myself a lot of action. So, up until this past Friday night, I am known as a “playa” at work. I just laugh … in a way it’s been true, but hey, these guys I chose to be with knew the rules of engagement. It’s great having FTF’s … no commitment, no emotional crap, just strictly sex. However, this pineapple is giving up the field … and happily let me mind you. The love bug has smote me. I don’t know how it happened, but I’m glad it did. I never, EVER, believed in love at first sight, but dammit, it does really happen. Geez, I know I’m gonna hear it from Pasco one day at work.
It’s funny how fate plays into one’s life. I met J Friday night in an AOL chat room, not any chat room, but a chat room I used to frequent 3 years ago. For some unknown reason I decided to go into this room again before I signed off for the night. Let me remind you … my two little boy toys that I was involved with were met through IM’s, and it was strictly cat and mouse play. Down to the point, no fucking around (well yeah, there was fucking around … ), no phone calls the next morning, no mushy huggy kissy crap … although those things are wonderful with the right person … Anyway, I get an IM from J and the rest is history. I won’t get into detail as to what our conversation was, but just to say he was different. I got a liking on the PC but it wasn’t until we talked on the phone after that it started to hit me. I know what you all are thinking … and I am here to say that Internet hook-ups do really work out for the good. I have been witnessed to the beginnings of relationships that ended up in marriage, and I am glad to say that even after 4 years they are still happily married. So, we must have been on the phone almost 4 hours talking. Before hanging up, we made a date to meet each other after I got off of work that night. Let me tell you, it was a LONG night at work for me. J on the other hand, was sleeping. He went fishing about 10 miles off the shore with a friend on his boat, and I guess with that and the age factor he was tired. All kidding aside, J is 5 years younger than I am. I have never seen a problem where age is an issue. I have dated men that were anywhere up to 13 years older than me down to 14 years younger than me. I have never really been with a guy that has made feel as comfortable as J does. I still have walls up, but he makes it so easy to break them down. He is nothing like my past relationships, and I have a real good feeling about him. So, Malia and Jodi, I don’t want to hear it … not yet anyway. I love you guys. My kids know about him and I have told them that whenever they were ready to meet J that will be the time to do so. I was shocked to hear Chris announce that he wanted to meet him. I know he and Sianna still have concerns and are worried about me, but they have told me over and over again that they will be content as long as he makes me happy. J has made me extremely happy these past few days. He’s open and down to earth. He makes me feel special and tells me that I am. I could go on and on about this wonderful man, but perhaps in another entry. I’m seeing J tonight and I need to get some rest. If you are reading this J, hugs and kisses to you … and Baby is coming home with me tonight … hehe.
Well, it’s that time again … football season. Oh yeah, before I forget, Chris was nominated for Homecoming Freshman Escort … voting is next week … good luck babe. I can’t wait for Monday Night Football … I have yet to decide which team to go with this year. All those butts on National TV … who could ask for anything more? Not me.
On that note … enjoy the rest of the week …
Hapa
I had mentioned in an earlier post at what a certain word could do to your social life when mentioned in your AOL profile. Well, let me tell you … I got myself a lot of action. So, up until this past Friday night, I am known as a “playa” at work. I just laugh … in a way it’s been true, but hey, these guys I chose to be with knew the rules of engagement. It’s great having FTF’s … no commitment, no emotional crap, just strictly sex. However, this pineapple is giving up the field … and happily let me mind you. The love bug has smote me. I don’t know how it happened, but I’m glad it did. I never, EVER, believed in love at first sight, but dammit, it does really happen. Geez, I know I’m gonna hear it from Pasco one day at work.
It’s funny how fate plays into one’s life. I met J Friday night in an AOL chat room, not any chat room, but a chat room I used to frequent 3 years ago. For some unknown reason I decided to go into this room again before I signed off for the night. Let me remind you … my two little boy toys that I was involved with were met through IM’s, and it was strictly cat and mouse play. Down to the point, no fucking around (well yeah, there was fucking around … ), no phone calls the next morning, no mushy huggy kissy crap … although those things are wonderful with the right person … Anyway, I get an IM from J and the rest is history. I won’t get into detail as to what our conversation was, but just to say he was different. I got a liking on the PC but it wasn’t until we talked on the phone after that it started to hit me. I know what you all are thinking … and I am here to say that Internet hook-ups do really work out for the good. I have been witnessed to the beginnings of relationships that ended up in marriage, and I am glad to say that even after 4 years they are still happily married. So, we must have been on the phone almost 4 hours talking. Before hanging up, we made a date to meet each other after I got off of work that night. Let me tell you, it was a LONG night at work for me. J on the other hand, was sleeping. He went fishing about 10 miles off the shore with a friend on his boat, and I guess with that and the age factor he was tired. All kidding aside, J is 5 years younger than I am. I have never seen a problem where age is an issue. I have dated men that were anywhere up to 13 years older than me down to 14 years younger than me. I have never really been with a guy that has made feel as comfortable as J does. I still have walls up, but he makes it so easy to break them down. He is nothing like my past relationships, and I have a real good feeling about him. So, Malia and Jodi, I don’t want to hear it … not yet anyway. I love you guys. My kids know about him and I have told them that whenever they were ready to meet J that will be the time to do so. I was shocked to hear Chris announce that he wanted to meet him. I know he and Sianna still have concerns and are worried about me, but they have told me over and over again that they will be content as long as he makes me happy. J has made me extremely happy these past few days. He’s open and down to earth. He makes me feel special and tells me that I am. I could go on and on about this wonderful man, but perhaps in another entry. I’m seeing J tonight and I need to get some rest. If you are reading this J, hugs and kisses to you … and Baby is coming home with me tonight … hehe.
Well, it’s that time again … football season. Oh yeah, before I forget, Chris was nominated for Homecoming Freshman Escort … voting is next week … good luck babe. I can’t wait for Monday Night Football … I have yet to decide which team to go with this year. All those butts on National TV … who could ask for anything more? Not me.
On that note … enjoy the rest of the week …
Hapa
Wednesday, August 01, 2001
Hawaiian Names of the Day:
Kanike – Janice
Kenike – Dennis
Lolina – Lori
Mikale – Michael
Pakelekia – Patricia
Palaina – Brian
Up until this past Monday I was on percocet for some pain I was having in my uterus. It’s been two days that I have been on it and I feel soooooo much better. I can think a whole lot clearer and I don’t feel so sluggish anymore. While I was on it however, I was feeling good. Overall, I prefer not to have to be on it. So, now I’m back catching up on my entries.
It’s amazing how one word can bring out the loony tunes. A couple of days ago I updated my AOL profile and in the ‘hobbies’ category I mentioned the word ‘sex’. Jeez Louise, it was like a full moon was out and the majority of the horny men in Hawaii was sending me instant messages all night that first night I had it in there. When I sign on, I get the usual IM’s … ya know, from friends and a few (like one or two) IM’s from people I don’t know. Not the past couple of nights. You mention the word ‘sex’ and they all IM you asking they typical questions; age, sex, location, what I look like, what positions I like, blah blah blah. Well, one guy in particular was pretty sure of himself. He sent me a picture of his penis … that by the way dubbed the subject of the e-mail “the gift”. He claimed his penis was 8”x3”, so I said send it. Let me tell ya, it didn’t look no 8”x3”. He kept saying it was the width of his wrist. No way … just by looking at my wrist his penis did NOT look like the width of anyone’s wrist. I guess he got all offended and shit accusing me of not believing him. So I kept on saying that I did believe him and it was the picture that didn’t look like it (hah). Then he sends me a picture of what he looked like. He’s a hottie … if that’s really him in it. So, as the conversation progressed, we started to talk about endurance and stuff of that nature. Then he asked me to come over to his place or vice versa. Of all night that I could have gotten lucky, I was on the freakin percocet and I already had two glasses of wine. So I asked him for a raincheck and he’s been bugging me ever since. Besides, there’s someone else that I’m interested in. More on that at a later time.
I swear to God the vibes at work now days are fucked up. This past Monday night for instance … I wasn’t even supposed to be there but I switched so I could have tonight off to watch my son perform. Anyway, several weeks ago a bulletin came out saying how we can no longer request days off and that if we needed time off we were to take it upon ourselves to find a replacement after the schedule was out. How STUPID is that? It’s bound to cause all kinds of shit. Well, shit is what happened Monday night at work. It started off with the night manager coming in to work and asking me what I was doing there at work. So I told him how it was cool with the other manager and I was able to switch with the other bartender. Needless to say he looked rather upset. About an hour later one of the waitresses came to work and told this same manager that she was going to switch one of her nights with someone who also agreed. She just needed him to switch it on the schedule. Apparently words were said and he went off on everyone that was in the kitchen. It’s not our fault that management said we couldn’t request off anymore. Dumbasses. If that’s not all, about another hour later the same manager got into it with one of the cooks on the line. The general manager was also there witnessing all of this. Our GM is an ass … no one likes him there. I have no respect for him. He’s a hypocrite. He got on me one say for swearing … I said ‘fuck’ and he didn’t like that. He then proceeded to discipline me in front of everyone. Needless to say I was PISSED! It’s ok for him to swear but we can’t … how fucked up is that? Then, I hear other people say a lot more profanity than I’ve ever done and he says nothing to them. In fact, he’s made several comments to some of my co-workers that would constitute sexual harassment, and of course they’re too fucking afraid to take it to the owner. I just shake my head in disbelief. Then again, the owner, from what I’ve heard is another story in itself.
Today is the last day of Chris’s “Hell’s Week” at band practice. Poor thing, he comes home from practices all tired and usually goes straight to bed. He doesn’t even have the strength to eat dinner most nights. Since it is the last day of “Hell’s Week”, the tradition is to do the whole show in front of family and friends at the highschool stadium. This starts at 5pm today. Sianna and I caught a glimpse of the first half of the show yesterday. We went an hour early before practice ended to watch. Not bad … it could have been a whole lot better. I remember when I had “Hell’s Week” some 20 years ago. We were awesome at the end of camp. I used to be a flag girl during marching season, and I was a bit disappointed at what I saw yesterday. Some of the girls still don’t know how to march, and others were uncoordinated. The band was getting yelled at the whole time Sianna and I was there. I liked the percussion section … I guess I was a bit prejudiced because Chris was in there. They were on it. Last year the percussion section had a small group. This year they have 20 people. I like to see a big percussion sections. I can’t wait to watch the whole show tonight.
I’m outta here … got shit to do before the show … until later,
Hapa
Kanike – Janice
Kenike – Dennis
Lolina – Lori
Mikale – Michael
Pakelekia – Patricia
Palaina – Brian
Up until this past Monday I was on percocet for some pain I was having in my uterus. It’s been two days that I have been on it and I feel soooooo much better. I can think a whole lot clearer and I don’t feel so sluggish anymore. While I was on it however, I was feeling good. Overall, I prefer not to have to be on it. So, now I’m back catching up on my entries.
It’s amazing how one word can bring out the loony tunes. A couple of days ago I updated my AOL profile and in the ‘hobbies’ category I mentioned the word ‘sex’. Jeez Louise, it was like a full moon was out and the majority of the horny men in Hawaii was sending me instant messages all night that first night I had it in there. When I sign on, I get the usual IM’s … ya know, from friends and a few (like one or two) IM’s from people I don’t know. Not the past couple of nights. You mention the word ‘sex’ and they all IM you asking they typical questions; age, sex, location, what I look like, what positions I like, blah blah blah. Well, one guy in particular was pretty sure of himself. He sent me a picture of his penis … that by the way dubbed the subject of the e-mail “the gift”. He claimed his penis was 8”x3”, so I said send it. Let me tell ya, it didn’t look no 8”x3”. He kept saying it was the width of his wrist. No way … just by looking at my wrist his penis did NOT look like the width of anyone’s wrist. I guess he got all offended and shit accusing me of not believing him. So I kept on saying that I did believe him and it was the picture that didn’t look like it (hah). Then he sends me a picture of what he looked like. He’s a hottie … if that’s really him in it. So, as the conversation progressed, we started to talk about endurance and stuff of that nature. Then he asked me to come over to his place or vice versa. Of all night that I could have gotten lucky, I was on the freakin percocet and I already had two glasses of wine. So I asked him for a raincheck and he’s been bugging me ever since. Besides, there’s someone else that I’m interested in. More on that at a later time.
I swear to God the vibes at work now days are fucked up. This past Monday night for instance … I wasn’t even supposed to be there but I switched so I could have tonight off to watch my son perform. Anyway, several weeks ago a bulletin came out saying how we can no longer request days off and that if we needed time off we were to take it upon ourselves to find a replacement after the schedule was out. How STUPID is that? It’s bound to cause all kinds of shit. Well, shit is what happened Monday night at work. It started off with the night manager coming in to work and asking me what I was doing there at work. So I told him how it was cool with the other manager and I was able to switch with the other bartender. Needless to say he looked rather upset. About an hour later one of the waitresses came to work and told this same manager that she was going to switch one of her nights with someone who also agreed. She just needed him to switch it on the schedule. Apparently words were said and he went off on everyone that was in the kitchen. It’s not our fault that management said we couldn’t request off anymore. Dumbasses. If that’s not all, about another hour later the same manager got into it with one of the cooks on the line. The general manager was also there witnessing all of this. Our GM is an ass … no one likes him there. I have no respect for him. He’s a hypocrite. He got on me one say for swearing … I said ‘fuck’ and he didn’t like that. He then proceeded to discipline me in front of everyone. Needless to say I was PISSED! It’s ok for him to swear but we can’t … how fucked up is that? Then, I hear other people say a lot more profanity than I’ve ever done and he says nothing to them. In fact, he’s made several comments to some of my co-workers that would constitute sexual harassment, and of course they’re too fucking afraid to take it to the owner. I just shake my head in disbelief. Then again, the owner, from what I’ve heard is another story in itself.
Today is the last day of Chris’s “Hell’s Week” at band practice. Poor thing, he comes home from practices all tired and usually goes straight to bed. He doesn’t even have the strength to eat dinner most nights. Since it is the last day of “Hell’s Week”, the tradition is to do the whole show in front of family and friends at the highschool stadium. This starts at 5pm today. Sianna and I caught a glimpse of the first half of the show yesterday. We went an hour early before practice ended to watch. Not bad … it could have been a whole lot better. I remember when I had “Hell’s Week” some 20 years ago. We were awesome at the end of camp. I used to be a flag girl during marching season, and I was a bit disappointed at what I saw yesterday. Some of the girls still don’t know how to march, and others were uncoordinated. The band was getting yelled at the whole time Sianna and I was there. I liked the percussion section … I guess I was a bit prejudiced because Chris was in there. They were on it. Last year the percussion section had a small group. This year they have 20 people. I like to see a big percussion sections. I can’t wait to watch the whole show tonight.
I’m outta here … got shit to do before the show … until later,
Hapa
Thursday, July 26, 2001
I must have seen just about everyone I know tonight at work … or so it seemed. It’s been over a week since I last seen Pasco. She and her family came over for dinner to celebrate her parent’s anniversary. Another co-worker and his family dropped by for dinner later in the night and also sat in my section. My friends C and Wes came by and sat at the bar to keep me company. We’re making plans to all go out dancing. Besides chitchat, they wanted to make appointments to be massaged. So, I gave them my schedule and we’re gonna work out something. I told them I was pretty much booked through the second week of August, but since they’re such good friends I told them I’d try to squeeze them in next week. You guys owe me big time.
So, I get home from work tonight and what do I see as I walk in the door? MY son’s hair is now RED … not auburn, not strawberry blonde, but RED. It’s one of those effects dyes. Anyway, it looked good, except for the hairstyle. You see, today at band practice it was ‘bad hair day’ for the percussion section. Chris’s hair was all bunched up into sections then hair sprayed into place. Kinda like a bunch of mini palm trees all over his head. Tomorrow at practice will be ‘ghetto day’. He wants me to do corn rolls on his head. His hair is way too short for that. We’ll see … he’s experimenting with his hair as we speak. I can’t wait till next week Wednesday when we get to see all the hard work the band has been doing and get to watch the show.
I was telling Pasco tonight that Queen and I were talking shit about her and that I was talking shit on my website … hehe … she’s so gullible. I love her though, that’s what makes it so easy. You know what they say … the more shit you say about a person means the more you love them. Well Pasco, we most certainly love your ass.
This past school year I was my son’s school’s PTSA Newsletter Editor. I made a verbal commitment to stay on regardless to the fact that I have no kids at the intermediate this new school year. I think I may have to resign after all. With my new hours at work, being a chaperone for the band, my massage, and my health issues, I don’t think I’ll have neither the time nor the energy to be the Editor. I’ll probably stay on for the first 2 months … at the least … until they can get someone else.
Ok, so I call to make my flight reservations today and I find out that I no longer have enough miles to fly first class. It used to be 60,000 for r/t first class to anywhere on the mainland. It’s now 80,000 miles to do that. Needless to say I was pissed. If I had made the reservations a little over a week ago, I would have been able to acquire my tickets at 60,000. Now I’ll have to pay the difference to fly first class. It’ll probably end up being the cost of flying r/t coach. I don’t care … as I said last night; I will NEVER fly coach again! I’m spoiled like that.
I’m having a writer’s block now so I guess I’ll end here and go play a game or two of upwords before I hit the hay. Have a great weekend, and be safe.
Love ya’s,
Hapa
So, I get home from work tonight and what do I see as I walk in the door? MY son’s hair is now RED … not auburn, not strawberry blonde, but RED. It’s one of those effects dyes. Anyway, it looked good, except for the hairstyle. You see, today at band practice it was ‘bad hair day’ for the percussion section. Chris’s hair was all bunched up into sections then hair sprayed into place. Kinda like a bunch of mini palm trees all over his head. Tomorrow at practice will be ‘ghetto day’. He wants me to do corn rolls on his head. His hair is way too short for that. We’ll see … he’s experimenting with his hair as we speak. I can’t wait till next week Wednesday when we get to see all the hard work the band has been doing and get to watch the show.
I was telling Pasco tonight that Queen and I were talking shit about her and that I was talking shit on my website … hehe … she’s so gullible. I love her though, that’s what makes it so easy. You know what they say … the more shit you say about a person means the more you love them. Well Pasco, we most certainly love your ass.
This past school year I was my son’s school’s PTSA Newsletter Editor. I made a verbal commitment to stay on regardless to the fact that I have no kids at the intermediate this new school year. I think I may have to resign after all. With my new hours at work, being a chaperone for the band, my massage, and my health issues, I don’t think I’ll have neither the time nor the energy to be the Editor. I’ll probably stay on for the first 2 months … at the least … until they can get someone else.
Ok, so I call to make my flight reservations today and I find out that I no longer have enough miles to fly first class
I’m having a writer’s block now so I guess I’ll end here and go play a game or two of upwords before I hit the hay. Have a great weekend, and be safe.
Love ya’s,
Hapa
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