Hawaiian Words of the Day:
Pomaikai – good luck
Hauoli – happiness
Akaaka – laughter
Hoomanawanui – patience
Holomua – success
Naauao – wisdom
Four hours in Maui. All because I had to sign some papers. That’s ok … I got to eat dinner at this awesome place called Koho’s. A friend of mine took me there en route to the airport. I love eating there. There have been many times that I have flown to Maui just to have dinner at Koho’s. Anyway, Beamer and I started off with some appetizers. He had the Super Nachos and I had the Fried Clams. For dinner, I had the Taco Salad and Beamer had the Chicken Fajitas. Of course we shared everything. The BEST part was the dessert! I ordered the “Da Kine Brownie”. OMG … it’s a hot fudge sundae with this gooey warmed brownie at the bottom. That is truly a Chocoholic’s dream. Beamer ordered the “Kilauea Snowball”. Another favorite dessert. It’s vanilla ice cream rolled in graham crackers and then I think it’s deep-fried for a second, topped with warm caramel in a cinnamon tortilla shell with honey and walnuts. I like going there with other people … you can sample what everyone else is eating. They have two locations. I’ve only been to the one in Kahului. It’s near everything. The location is about a 10-minute drive from the airport in the Kaahumanu Shopping Center. The other location in Napili, on the other side of the island, I hear is more of a tourist trap. It’s about a 15-minute drive from Kapalua Bay Resort (if I remember correctly). That is one of the most beautiful resorts I have ever seen in Hawaii. The golf course is awesome. I used to work for this company that did a lot of traveling, and that was one of the places we used to stay at. Talk about pamper.
The day started off rather sluggish for me. I did NOT want to go to work. Especially knowing that I had to rush to the airport after. It turned out to be a slow day and I got off earlier than expected. The same old shit … everyone picking on someone. Pasco cracks me up though. She has a love/hate relationship with just about all the men in that place. She just loves to hate them. One in particular … Robert … he’s one of the kitchen managers. Just about every time I turn the corner, they’re always at it. Sometimes I think something is going on that we don’t know about … hehe … I swear they fight like a married couple. I take it that Pasco got her brother Joe to check out my website. Now he’ll know the truth about his sister. Just kidding Pasco, maybe. By the way, does he know about that HICKY on your neck?? No?? Oops, sorry … hehe.
All I have to say is thank God I got a flight home tonight instead of staying overnight. I work at 7 in the morning, that would have been a bitch to make. Thanks to Hawaiian Airlines for their hospitality, as usual. The girls at ticketing were awesome. I had a nice time in Maui, which is unusual for me. I hate going to Maui. I used to fly there every week for business. It’s pretty nice now that I don’t have to anymore.
Hope you’re enjoying the rest of the weekend, catch you later …
Hapa
Friday, June 01, 2001
Hawaiian Words of the Day: as requested by Monkeyboy (there, I mentioned your name you bitch)
Makaio – Matthew (Monkeyboy’s name)
Hookahi – one
Elua – two
Ekolu – three
Eha – four
Elima – five
Eono – six
Ehiku – seven
Ewalu – eight
Eiwa – nine
Umi – ten
I thought I’d make an entry before I pack for my trip to Maui tomorrow. Today at work went by really fast today. I don’t know, maybe because all we did today was horse around. This new manager we have is really cool … he let’s us do just about anything … to a point … as long as we get our job done. Ok, like there is this really nice looking guy I work with. Nice to look at. Real nice body. Muscular, but not to an extreme. His name is Jeremy. He’s one of Queen’s many victims. Queen likes to harass all the guys, especially the busboys. They make it too easy. Anyway, Jeremy is 19. I like em young, but that’s too young for me. I was in such a great mood today, I decided to join in on the harassment. We all have one thing in common … we all like to pick on Pasco. She wasn’t there today, so it was open field for everyone. I just got a vision of Jeremy’s biceps … he’s got nice arms... no girlfriend either, what a shame. Ok, back to discussion at hand. Queen finally developed the pictures and I got my copy. I’ll try to have it scanned when I get back from Maui so I can post it for all of you.
I was at the gym today. Early this morning, before I got ready to go to work. So, I’m on this machine, the Precor. It’s like a stepper. I’m doing my thing, getting into my workout, and out of nowhere this bitch gets on the machine next to me. I swear to God, no exaggeration, she must have POURED a bottle of perfume all over herself. Lucky me had to be downwind of her smelly ass. So, I start sneezing and I’m telling the guy I was engaged in conversation with what that nasty smell was. She looked at me like who the fuck I was. Then I went off about women who workout with a shitload of makeup on their faces … like this chick had. This ain’t no fucking beauty pageant, ok? How the hell can anyone wear so much makeup then get all sweaty? It’s beyond me. All my friend could do was laugh. He laughed so hard, I thought he was going to fall off the machine. Well, miss stinky got the message, or something, cause she got off and moved to the other side of the room. Ohhhh yeah … fresh air once again.
Well people, I’m out of here. I’ve got to finish packing and get my paper work together. Have a great weekend, and I’ll catch you later!
Hapa
Makaio – Matthew (Monkeyboy’s name)
Hookahi – one
Elua – two
Ekolu – three
Eha – four
Elima – five
Eono – six
Ehiku – seven
Ewalu – eight
Eiwa – nine
Umi – ten
I thought I’d make an entry before I pack for my trip to Maui tomorrow. Today at work went by really fast today. I don’t know, maybe because all we did today was horse around. This new manager we have is really cool … he let’s us do just about anything … to a point … as long as we get our job done. Ok, like there is this really nice looking guy I work with. Nice to look at. Real nice body. Muscular, but not to an extreme. His name is Jeremy. He’s one of Queen’s many victims. Queen likes to harass all the guys, especially the busboys. They make it too easy. Anyway, Jeremy is 19. I like em young, but that’s too young for me. I was in such a great mood today, I decided to join in on the harassment. We all have one thing in common … we all like to pick on Pasco. She wasn’t there today, so it was open field for everyone. I just got a vision of Jeremy’s biceps … he’s got nice arms... no girlfriend either, what a shame. Ok, back to discussion at hand. Queen finally developed the pictures and I got my copy. I’ll try to have it scanned when I get back from Maui so I can post it for all of you.
I was at the gym today. Early this morning, before I got ready to go to work. So, I’m on this machine, the Precor. It’s like a stepper. I’m doing my thing, getting into my workout, and out of nowhere this bitch gets on the machine next to me. I swear to God, no exaggeration, she must have POURED a bottle of perfume all over herself. Lucky me had to be downwind of her smelly ass. So, I start sneezing and I’m telling the guy I was engaged in conversation with what that nasty smell was. She looked at me like who the fuck I was. Then I went off about women who workout with a shitload of makeup on their faces … like this chick had. This ain’t no fucking beauty pageant, ok? How the hell can anyone wear so much makeup then get all sweaty? It’s beyond me. All my friend could do was laugh. He laughed so hard, I thought he was going to fall off the machine. Well, miss stinky got the message, or something, cause she got off and moved to the other side of the room. Ohhhh yeah … fresh air once again.
Well people, I’m out of here. I’ve got to finish packing and get my paper work together. Have a great weekend, and I’ll catch you later!
Hapa
Thursday, May 31, 2001
Pidgin Words of the Day:
An den – and then
Broke da mout’ – delicious tasting
Bussum out – share with me, I want some
First of all, I just wanted to say a big "happy birthday" to my friend Imua. Happy Birthday dude!
I am so tired I don’t even know why I bothered to sign on tonight. I just got back home from my son’s Band Concert. What was SUPPOSED to be for only an hour and 45 minutes turned out to be a little over three hours. It took that long because the Band Director is retiring and they decided to do a little tribute to him. So, the 7th grade band was the first to play … boring … I’m sorry, but they were. They played five quick songs, thank God. Second was the 8th grade band. They played four songs and they sounded really good. The stars of the show were the Symphonic Band that consists of mainly 8th graders and a handful of 7th graders. This band is commonly referred to as the “Top Band”. You had to be hand picked by the Director to play with this group. This was Christopher’s second year in this band. The first song they played was “The Great Gate of Kiev” from “Pictures at an Exhibition” by Modest Moussorgsky. The second piece was “Marche Militaire Francaise” by Camille Saint-Saens. The first of two of my favorite pieces tonight was “Machine” form “Fifth Symphony” by William Bolcom. Christopher was one of five students that were featured, he played xylophone. The 4th number was “Air for Wind” by Melvin Shelton. My next favorite piece was “Symphonic Movement” by Vaclav Nelhybel. Once again Christopher was featured with an awesome solo on the xylophone. I was VERY proud of him tonight. All the time Sianna was making the “choke” gesture, I was beaming with pride for my son. He did extremely well for someone who just started playing that instrument only 5 months ago. Next was “Pavanne” from “Symphonette No. 2” by Morton Gould. The finale of the show was “Man of La Mancha” by Mitch Leigh, arranged by Frank Erickson. All in all, the kids did an excellent job tonight.
I was gonna write a little review about the concert, I think I’ll save that for another time. I’m starting to pass out and I need some sleep. I have to get up early and pick up my plane tickets and do a whole shit-load of errands before my flight on Saturday. Someone else could have done what I need to do this weekend, but you know how that saying goes … if you want it done RIGHT the first time, you gotta do it yourself … or something like that. Oh well, I hear my bed a callin’…
Aloha po,
Hapa
An den – and then
Broke da mout’ – delicious tasting
Bussum out – share with me, I want some
First of all, I just wanted to say a big "happy birthday" to my friend Imua. Happy Birthday dude!
I am so tired I don’t even know why I bothered to sign on tonight. I just got back home from my son’s Band Concert. What was SUPPOSED to be for only an hour and 45 minutes turned out to be a little over three hours. It took that long because the Band Director is retiring and they decided to do a little tribute to him. So, the 7th grade band was the first to play … boring … I’m sorry, but they were. They played five quick songs, thank God. Second was the 8th grade band. They played four songs and they sounded really good. The stars of the show were the Symphonic Band that consists of mainly 8th graders and a handful of 7th graders. This band is commonly referred to as the “Top Band”. You had to be hand picked by the Director to play with this group. This was Christopher’s second year in this band. The first song they played was “The Great Gate of Kiev” from “Pictures at an Exhibition” by Modest Moussorgsky. The second piece was “Marche Militaire Francaise” by Camille Saint-Saens. The first of two of my favorite pieces tonight was “Machine” form “Fifth Symphony” by William Bolcom. Christopher was one of five students that were featured, he played xylophone. The 4th number was “Air for Wind” by Melvin Shelton. My next favorite piece was “Symphonic Movement” by Vaclav Nelhybel. Once again Christopher was featured with an awesome solo on the xylophone. I was VERY proud of him tonight. All the time Sianna was making the “choke” gesture, I was beaming with pride for my son. He did extremely well for someone who just started playing that instrument only 5 months ago. Next was “Pavanne” from “Symphonette No. 2” by Morton Gould. The finale of the show was “Man of La Mancha” by Mitch Leigh, arranged by Frank Erickson. All in all, the kids did an excellent job tonight.
I was gonna write a little review about the concert, I think I’ll save that for another time. I’m starting to pass out and I need some sleep. I have to get up early and pick up my plane tickets and do a whole shit-load of errands before my flight on Saturday. Someone else could have done what I need to do this weekend, but you know how that saying goes … if you want it done RIGHT the first time, you gotta do it yourself … or something like that. Oh well, I hear my bed a callin’…
Aloha po,
Hapa
Tuesday, May 29, 2001
Hawaiian words of the Day:
Aloha aui nala – good afternoon
Aloha po – good night
‘Olu ‘olu – please
Kala mai ia iu – excuse me
Hurricane season came 3 days early in the Pacific Ocean this year. The season starts on June 1st, and lasts through November 30th. The first one of the season is called Hurricane Adolph … just several miles off of Mexico. It’s been classified as a level 4 hurricane (maximum sustained winds of 131-155mph). As of yesterday, Hurricane Adolph had maximum sustained winds of 145mph. I’m a hurricane watcher. Actually, every year I bid on hurricanes. What we do is make a chart with dates – June 1st through November 30th – and whomever wanted to bid got to put their name on the chart and guess the date, time, level, what island it will hit and what the first letter of the hurricane’s name will be. So far, it’s been three years since anyone has won. So, the monies get carried over to the next year. We are long overdue for a hurricane. I think this may be the year for one. The last hurricane was back in September of 1992 … Hurricane Iniki. It devastated the island of Kauai. The one before that was Hurricane Iwa back in November of 1982 … just two days before Thanksgiving. That one happened my Senior year in highschool. It was awesome. The sirens went off during second period. Most of my friends headed for the North Shore … dumbasses … just to see the massive waves the storm was generating. Anyway, I got calls to make about a certain bet I want to wage.
Ok, now I’m sad. My friend Jodi left tonight. At this moment she is about 45 minutes into her flight. We had a nice time this visit. Too bad Malia couldn’t be here with us. We are making a pact, we got our 20th year highschool reunion coming up in two years, and we all agreed to be here.
I got an invitation the other day to a bachelorette party in June. My friend from work, Jen, is getting married. She invited a bunch of us from work and we found out that there will be strippers. Ahh strippers … I can’t wait. I’m saving up my dollar bills, baby! Two birthdays ago I had not one, but TWO strippers at my party. I got to know one of them a bit more intimately than the other one … if ya get my drift. I’m gonna get Queen to get all freaky with the stripper … I pity the guy, he won’t know what hit him.
Christopher will be having his Band Concert tomorrow night. It’s the last performance of the school year. He’s been stressful all month. He’s been given the most difficult pieces to play. He’ll be playing the snare drum, xylophone, tympani and bells. I’ll have a review of the concert in tomorrow’s entry. After the concert, Chris will be able to rest for about a week before he has to head up to the highschool to audition for what instrument he’ll play for the marching band. It was recommended that he audition for Quads. He wants to audition for either that, snare, or bells. Good luck sweetie!
It was an awesome Memorial Day Weekend … where the weather was concerned. Hardly a cloud in the sky. I don’t know what the fuck happened today though … out of nowhere came the rains. And it rained like a bitch! It just needs to slow the hell down before the weekend comes … which by the way, I am headed for Maui on Saturday. I got some business to take care of. More about that later.
I’ll be heading out of here now, long day tomorrow.
Behave and be safe,
Hapa
Aloha aui nala – good afternoon
Aloha po – good night
‘Olu ‘olu – please
Kala mai ia iu – excuse me
Hurricane season came 3 days early in the Pacific Ocean this year. The season starts on June 1st, and lasts through November 30th. The first one of the season is called Hurricane Adolph … just several miles off of Mexico. It’s been classified as a level 4 hurricane (maximum sustained winds of 131-155mph). As of yesterday, Hurricane Adolph had maximum sustained winds of 145mph. I’m a hurricane watcher. Actually, every year I bid on hurricanes. What we do is make a chart with dates – June 1st through November 30th – and whomever wanted to bid got to put their name on the chart and guess the date, time, level, what island it will hit and what the first letter of the hurricane’s name will be. So far, it’s been three years since anyone has won. So, the monies get carried over to the next year. We are long overdue for a hurricane. I think this may be the year for one. The last hurricane was back in September of 1992 … Hurricane Iniki. It devastated the island of Kauai. The one before that was Hurricane Iwa back in November of 1982 … just two days before Thanksgiving. That one happened my Senior year in highschool. It was awesome. The sirens went off during second period. Most of my friends headed for the North Shore … dumbasses … just to see the massive waves the storm was generating. Anyway, I got calls to make about a certain bet I want to wage.
Ok, now I’m sad. My friend Jodi left tonight. At this moment she is about 45 minutes into her flight. We had a nice time this visit. Too bad Malia couldn’t be here with us. We are making a pact, we got our 20th year highschool reunion coming up in two years, and we all agreed to be here.
I got an invitation the other day to a bachelorette party in June. My friend from work, Jen, is getting married. She invited a bunch of us from work and we found out that there will be strippers. Ahh strippers … I can’t wait. I’m saving up my dollar bills, baby! Two birthdays ago I had not one, but TWO strippers at my party. I got to know one of them a bit more intimately than the other one … if ya get my drift. I’m gonna get Queen to get all freaky with the stripper … I pity the guy, he won’t know what hit him.
Christopher will be having his Band Concert tomorrow night. It’s the last performance of the school year. He’s been stressful all month. He’s been given the most difficult pieces to play. He’ll be playing the snare drum, xylophone, tympani and bells. I’ll have a review of the concert in tomorrow’s entry. After the concert, Chris will be able to rest for about a week before he has to head up to the highschool to audition for what instrument he’ll play for the marching band. It was recommended that he audition for Quads. He wants to audition for either that, snare, or bells. Good luck sweetie!
It was an awesome Memorial Day Weekend … where the weather was concerned. Hardly a cloud in the sky. I don’t know what the fuck happened today though … out of nowhere came the rains. And it rained like a bitch! It just needs to slow the hell down before the weekend comes … which by the way, I am headed for Maui on Saturday. I got some business to take care of. More about that later.
I’ll be heading out of here now, long day tomorrow.
Behave and be safe,
Hapa
Saturday, May 26, 2001
Pidgin Words of the Day:
Stink Eye – a dirty look, like right before a fight
Moke – big, tough local guy
Tita – a very tough chick, a girl who thinks she’s a guy
Hele on – let’s go, let’s get moving
Grind – eat
Bumbye – later on
As you know, I went out with Jodi last night. We had a blast! We stayed out till about 3am … only because I had to be at work by 8am and I wanted to sleep. Jodi has a lot of energy. Sometimes I envy her, but I would NOT trade in the life I have today for her lifestyle. The things she do and has done … I’ve been there, done that. I got kids now, and they are my life. Anyway, we went club hopping. I have to say men are pigs … well, not all of them. I love dancing, and when I go out to clubs I love freaking. Well, Jodi likes to freak as well, especially with other women (duh). We were just having a ball on the dance floor with all the looks we were getting from guys (and some stink looks from other women). Just because we dance a certain way does not mean we’re sluts, let alone easy … and no, we will not go home with you to have a threesome. And if you can’t take rejection, stay home and play with yourself. So, the women called us sluts … we just laughed at them. Why is it that two good friends can’t go out without being called names? It all boils down to jealousy/lack of self-esteem. I could care less of what people think about me. If they don’t like me, they’d better have a fucking good reason why. As the night went on, phone numbers were given out. Yeah, I gave my number out … hehe … actually what they got from me was the number to the State Mental Hospital that I always keep on me for such an occasion. I didn’t get any phone calls today … hehe.
Hmmm … I finally got in touch with Jodi since I last saw her early this morning. I think she got lucky. I pity the guy she was with. I wonder if she drew blood … haha. No, seriously … she’s into that shit. I like biting, drew some blood myself several times, but not to the capacity she’s accustomed to. Anyway, she hasn’t given any details yet, but she did hook up with someone.
Today I finally got to see what all the hype was about. I took my son to see the movie “Pearl Harbor”. All I can say is that the movie should have ended differently. Like with the bombing of Hiroshima, or something to that effect. Overall, it was a pretty good movie. Chris enjoyed it. I remember when they were here last year filming it. I would be at my gym that overlooks the harbor, and you could see the planes and some smoke and stuff. I’d like to know what part of the movie they considered offending. It’s been reported that the version of the movie they were sending to Japan and Germany was edited for fear of offending the two countries. Pfff, they got to be kidding. It’s just a freakin movie.
One last thing before I head out of here. Welcome home Logi. Logi went to Cancun for a couple of days, and now she’s back. She got back just in time to be infuriated by the temporary shut down of this blog site.
A big mahalo to all of you readers who were patient and stuck-out the three days. Hope all of you are having a great Memorial Day Weekend …
Spock you later,
Hapa
Stink Eye – a dirty look, like right before a fight
Moke – big, tough local guy
Tita – a very tough chick, a girl who thinks she’s a guy
Hele on – let’s go, let’s get moving
Grind – eat
Bumbye – later on
As you know, I went out with Jodi last night. We had a blast! We stayed out till about 3am … only because I had to be at work by 8am and I wanted to sleep. Jodi has a lot of energy. Sometimes I envy her, but I would NOT trade in the life I have today for her lifestyle. The things she do and has done … I’ve been there, done that. I got kids now, and they are my life. Anyway, we went club hopping. I have to say men are pigs … well, not all of them. I love dancing, and when I go out to clubs I love freaking. Well, Jodi likes to freak as well, especially with other women (duh). We were just having a ball on the dance floor with all the looks we were getting from guys (and some stink looks from other women). Just because we dance a certain way does not mean we’re sluts, let alone easy … and no, we will not go home with you to have a threesome. And if you can’t take rejection, stay home and play with yourself. So, the women called us sluts … we just laughed at them. Why is it that two good friends can’t go out without being called names? It all boils down to jealousy/lack of self-esteem. I could care less of what people think about me. If they don’t like me, they’d better have a fucking good reason why. As the night went on, phone numbers were given out. Yeah, I gave my number out … hehe … actually what they got from me was the number to the State Mental Hospital that I always keep on me for such an occasion.
Hmmm … I finally got in touch with Jodi since I last saw her early this morning. I think she got lucky. I pity the guy she was with. I wonder if she drew blood … haha. No, seriously … she’s into that shit. I like biting, drew some blood myself several times, but not to the capacity she’s accustomed to. Anyway, she hasn’t given any details yet, but she did hook up with someone.
Today I finally got to see what all the hype was about. I took my son to see the movie “Pearl Harbor”. All I can say is that the movie should have ended differently. Like with the bombing of Hiroshima, or something to that effect. Overall, it was a pretty good movie. Chris enjoyed it. I remember when they were here last year filming it. I would be at my gym that overlooks the harbor, and you could see the planes and some smoke and stuff. I’d like to know what part of the movie they considered offending. It’s been reported that the version of the movie they were sending to Japan and Germany was edited for fear of offending the two countries. Pfff, they got to be kidding. It’s just a freakin movie.
One last thing before I head out of here. Welcome home Logi. Logi went to Cancun for a couple of days, and now she’s back. She got back just in time to be infuriated by the temporary shut down of this blog site.
A big mahalo to all of you readers who were patient and stuck-out the three days. Hope all of you are having a great Memorial Day Weekend …
Spock you later,
Hapa
Friday, May 25, 2001
Hawaiian Phrases of the Day:
'O wai kou inoa? - what is your name?
'O ___ ko 'u inoa. - my name is ____.
Hola 'enia keia? - what time is it?
Aia i hea ka lua. - where is the bathroom?
Well, she's finally here ... Jodi got in at 1:10pm today. I had the honor of picking her ass up at the airport. As I went to give her a lei and a hug, she grabbed me by my face and planted one on me. You should have seen some of the expressions on people's faces ... hehe. I, on the other hand, was speechless. Jodi has NEVER tried something like that on me before. She used to pester me about it, and I think she got a kick out of my reaction ... that bitch. At this moment she's sitting next to me laughing her ass off. The first thing she wanted to do was eat. At her request, we went for some Hawaiian food. After lunch, we went to her father's home in Aiea. Jodi's mom passed away 16 years ago from breast cancer, and it's been just her and her dad ever since. I left about a half-hour later so she could catch up with her dad. We’re going out as soon as I finish my entry.
This is the third day that Blogger has been down. That sucks … it kinda puts a damper on a bet I have going with a few of my friends. The bet was that by June 15, my counter had to show a count of 300. If I reached the goal, I got some cash coming to me. If I didn’t make it, the 10 people I had the bet with all got a full body massage by me. They’re not sympathetic to my situation, I think it’s only fair that the date gets extended to match the days that were lost. It’s ok tough, payback is a bitch if I lose … I do deep tissue and Swedish … they’re going to HATE the deep tissue.
So, I’m out of here. Hope the Hawaiian phrases come in handy. It’s going to be an interesting night. Something tells me that I should call in sick for tomorrow … I’m suppose to be at work at 8am. Oh well …I’ll catch you all later!
A hui hou kakou,
Hapa
'O wai kou inoa? - what is your name?
'O ___ ko 'u inoa. - my name is ____.
Hola 'enia keia? - what time is it?
Aia i hea ka lua. - where is the bathroom?
Well, she's finally here ... Jodi got in at 1:10pm today. I had the honor of picking her ass up at the airport. As I went to give her a lei and a hug, she grabbed me by my face and planted one on me. You should have seen some of the expressions on people's faces ... hehe. I, on the other hand, was speechless. Jodi has NEVER tried something like that on me before. She used to pester me about it, and I think she got a kick out of my reaction ... that bitch. At this moment she's sitting next to me laughing her ass off. The first thing she wanted to do was eat. At her request, we went for some Hawaiian food. After lunch, we went to her father's home in Aiea. Jodi's mom passed away 16 years ago from breast cancer, and it's been just her and her dad ever since. I left about a half-hour later so she could catch up with her dad. We’re going out as soon as I finish my entry.
This is the third day that Blogger has been down. That sucks … it kinda puts a damper on a bet I have going with a few of my friends. The bet was that by June 15, my counter had to show a count of 300. If I reached the goal, I got some cash coming to me. If I didn’t make it, the 10 people I had the bet with all got a full body massage by me. They’re not sympathetic to my situation, I think it’s only fair that the date gets extended to match the days that were lost. It’s ok tough, payback is a bitch if I lose … I do deep tissue and Swedish … they’re going to HATE the deep tissue.
So, I’m out of here. Hope the Hawaiian phrases come in handy. It’s going to be an interesting night. Something tells me that I should call in sick for tomorrow … I’m suppose to be at work at 8am. Oh well …I’ll catch you all later!
A hui hou kakou,
Hapa
Thursday, May 24, 2001
Pidgin Words of the Day:
Howzit - "How are you?" , "How's it going", or "How have you been?"
Da kine - Versatile word used to replace words that can't be remembered or are unknown
while you are speaking
Brah / bruddah - Similar to "Brother" or "pal" in slang. Example: "Eh, brah!"
Lolo - dumb, stupid
What, Like Beef? - Do you want to fight?
I decided to do something a little different tonight. Instead of Hawaiian words, I went with Pidgin.
I should have stayed home…
Well, as you all remember, I went golfing today …if THAT’S what you could call it. It was a beautiful day. Our tee time was at 7:45am. I am NOT a morning person. It takes awhile for me to wake up. Not only did we have an early tee time; they wanted breakfast on top of that! Which meant I had to get up earlier than I wanted to. We all had breakfast at this place called Zippy’s. They make a mean mushroom omelet. I had the munchies for waffles, but their waffles SUCK! Just ask golfer dude … hehe. Anyway, I got there, and the bunch of them all had smirks on their faces. Those fuckers. They know I HATE the early morning. Once I got my hot chocolate with a splash of coffee, I was fine. Then it was off to West Loch.
I got to ride with Andy. I haven’t seen Andy since he came back for his 20th high school reunion three years ago. My friend Ghost also went golfing this week. In his blog he had a glossary of terms you might hear at the golf course. Believe me, you didn’t hear me say any of his words. I had my own realistic bunch of words I used today … heh. I can’t swing a club if my life depended on it. I can putt. Anything beyond 10 feet, however, and I’m fucked. I did have fun, and that’s the main thing. Will my friends ever invite me to go golfing again? Who knows. If they do invite me, it would most definitely a form of entertainment for them.
It was a slow day today, and I don’t have really anything else to share. I have a PTSA newsletter to publish after I sign off, so I guess I will bid you Auf Wiedersehen.
Aloha,
Hapa
Howzit - "How are you?" , "How's it going", or "How have you been?"
Da kine - Versatile word used to replace words that can't be remembered or are unknown
while you are speaking
Brah / bruddah - Similar to "Brother" or "pal" in slang. Example: "Eh, brah!"
Lolo - dumb, stupid
What, Like Beef? - Do you want to fight?
I decided to do something a little different tonight. Instead of Hawaiian words, I went with Pidgin.
I should have stayed home…
Well, as you all remember, I went golfing today …if THAT’S what you could call it. It was a beautiful day. Our tee time was at 7:45am. I am NOT a morning person. It takes awhile for me to wake up. Not only did we have an early tee time; they wanted breakfast on top of that! Which meant I had to get up earlier than I wanted to. We all had breakfast at this place called Zippy’s. They make a mean mushroom omelet. I had the munchies for waffles, but their waffles SUCK! Just ask golfer dude … hehe. Anyway, I got there, and the bunch of them all had smirks on their faces. Those fuckers. They know I HATE the early morning. Once I got my hot chocolate with a splash of coffee, I was fine. Then it was off to West Loch.
I got to ride with Andy. I haven’t seen Andy since he came back for his 20th high school reunion three years ago. My friend Ghost also went golfing this week. In his blog he had a glossary of terms you might hear at the golf course. Believe me, you didn’t hear me say any of his words. I had my own realistic bunch of words I used today … heh. I can’t swing a club if my life depended on it. I can putt. Anything beyond 10 feet, however, and I’m fucked. I did have fun, and that’s the main thing. Will my friends ever invite me to go golfing again? Who knows. If they do invite me, it would most definitely a form of entertainment for them.
It was a slow day today, and I don’t have really anything else to share. I have a PTSA newsletter to publish after I sign off, so I guess I will bid you Auf Wiedersehen.
Aloha,
Hapa
Wednesday, May 23, 2001
Hawaiian Words of the Day:
Kaikunane – brother
Kaikuahine – sister
Kupunakane – grandfather
Kupunawahine – grandmother
Kane – male
Wahine – female
The countdown begins…
As of 1:40pm Hawaii Time today, I got a message on my machine that my husband was served with the divorce papers. Yeehaw! Now, I don’t like to rely on phone messages, so I will call my lawyer to confirm the joyous event. If this true, that my ass of a husband was served, then I should be a single woman in a matter of 4-5 weeks. I also got news the other day that he will be leaving the island to go back home to Missouri by the end of the week. I am crossing my fingers. Wow … two excellent news in the same week …what’s a girl to do?? Party! I will most definitely party starting on the day I hold those divorce papers in my hands.
I called in sick today. Damn sinus infection is kicking my ass. I hardly get sick, but when I do, I get sick … really sick. The weather we’re having doesn’t help either. It’s been hot and muggy. They say it’ll be like this for the next couple of days. Great. Looks like it’s gonna be a long hot summer.
Last year there was a car accident that took the life of a 19-year-old female. It made the news because the guy who killed her was a retired cop. He was drunk at the time. According to witnesses, he ran a red light and smashed into the other car. When cops arrived, he denied taking the Breathalyzer. Investigations found that he was at least in two bars that evening before he got into his car and killed the 19-year-old. It’s now about 7 months later, and he now has the nerve to sue the woman’s family for damages to HIS car. Nevermind that he took their daughter’s life. Nevermind that he has NEVER showed any remorse for what he’s done. Nevermind that to this day he STILL insists the accident wasn’t his fault. He needs to get his fucking head out of his ass and own up to what he has done. He thinks he should get special privileges just because he was a cop. Bullshit! What’s funny is that he left the islands because he couldn’t handle all the talk that was going around. Boo hoo … get over it buddy … at least you still have your sorry of an excuse of a life. And by the way my readers, he now lives in Oregon. He has been brought up on charges of manslaughter. I hope they find his miserable ass GUILTY!
Blogger was down for a couple of days so by the time you read this entry, it’ll probably be like two days later. So stop e-mailing me Don, you’re getting on my last nerve … hehe …just kidding, you know I love your ass.
Ok, so I get online tonight to make an entry on my blog. I get two instant messages from two of my friends, Bitchboy and Pebs. Pebs was like “we were wondering where you were”, or something to that effect. Apparently they found someone who was of “clip and paste” material. I guess I gained the reputation of being a clip and paste artist. People I don’t know would send me a message, and depending on my mood I would start up a conversation with them. If things went well … meaning if the conversation got all fucked up … to my advantage … I would then clip the message and paste it to an e-mail and send it out to everyone we know. I’ve had some fun times doing that. There are some weird people out there.
I’m going to end here … the meds I’m on is starting to kick in and I am off to bed.
Laters,
Hapa
Kaikunane – brother
Kaikuahine – sister
Kupunakane – grandfather
Kupunawahine – grandmother
Kane – male
Wahine – female
The countdown begins…
As of 1:40pm Hawaii Time today, I got a message on my machine that my husband was served with the divorce papers. Yeehaw! Now, I don’t like to rely on phone messages, so I will call my lawyer to confirm the joyous event. If this true, that my ass of a husband was served, then I should be a single woman in a matter of 4-5 weeks. I also got news the other day that he will be leaving the island to go back home to Missouri by the end of the week. I am crossing my fingers. Wow … two excellent news in the same week …what’s a girl to do?? Party! I will most definitely party starting on the day I hold those divorce papers in my hands.
I called in sick today. Damn sinus infection is kicking my ass. I hardly get sick, but when I do, I get sick … really sick. The weather we’re having doesn’t help either. It’s been hot and muggy. They say it’ll be like this for the next couple of days. Great. Looks like it’s gonna be a long hot summer.
Last year there was a car accident that took the life of a 19-year-old female. It made the news because the guy who killed her was a retired cop. He was drunk at the time. According to witnesses, he ran a red light and smashed into the other car. When cops arrived, he denied taking the Breathalyzer. Investigations found that he was at least in two bars that evening before he got into his car and killed the 19-year-old. It’s now about 7 months later, and he now has the nerve to sue the woman’s family for damages to HIS car. Nevermind that he took their daughter’s life. Nevermind that he has NEVER showed any remorse for what he’s done. Nevermind that to this day he STILL insists the accident wasn’t his fault. He needs to get his fucking head out of his ass and own up to what he has done. He thinks he should get special privileges just because he was a cop. Bullshit! What’s funny is that he left the islands because he couldn’t handle all the talk that was going around. Boo hoo … get over it buddy … at least you still have your sorry of an excuse of a life. And by the way my readers, he now lives in Oregon. He has been brought up on charges of manslaughter. I hope they find his miserable ass GUILTY!
Blogger was down for a couple of days so by the time you read this entry, it’ll probably be like two days later. So stop e-mailing me Don, you’re getting on my last nerve … hehe …just kidding, you know I love your ass.
Ok, so I get online tonight to make an entry on my blog. I get two instant messages from two of my friends, Bitchboy and Pebs. Pebs was like “we were wondering where you were”, or something to that effect. Apparently they found someone who was of “clip and paste” material. I guess I gained the reputation of being a clip and paste artist. People I don’t know would send me a message, and depending on my mood I would start up a conversation with them. If things went well … meaning if the conversation got all fucked up … to my advantage … I would then clip the message and paste it to an e-mail and send it out to everyone we know. I’ve had some fun times doing that. There are some weird people out there.
I’m going to end here … the meds I’m on is starting to kick in and I am off to bed.
Laters,
Hapa
Tuesday, May 22, 2001
Hawaiian Words of the Day: as requested by my good friend Bitchboy.
Uhane – soul
Maka – eye
Hulali – sparkle
Umauma – breast
If you would like to have a word or phrase translated into Hawaiian, please feel free to contact me, and I’ll see what I can do.
A big “hi” to all my friends from the Truth or Dare room … thanks for visiting my site. I just wanted to say welcome to Chad, David, Alika, Darin, Cuz, Jason, and Brian … 7 of my new readers that I met tonight at work. They came in and sat at the bar and had a few while watching the basketball game on TV. They made the last two hours at work fly by … thanks guys. After work, I joined Alika, Chad and Darin at a place called Chez Moniques. We met up with a few other people. I had one drink and went on my way. If it weren’t for this damned chest congestion, I would have stayed longer. Next time guys.
Speaking of friends … I’ve never really had a lot of them. I have a handful that I consider true friends, the rest are just acquaintances. I’ve never really got along with women. All of the good friends I had growing up were mainly male. A factor that got me into trouble a lot, especially as we entered high school. Why you ask? Well, once they started having girlfriends, they would get jealous of our close relationship and would want to pick a fight with me. My response would always be the “if I wanted your man, I could have had anytime before you came around” speech. I guess I got along better with guys because I grew up with predominant male presence. I have one younger brother, 4 stepbrothers, and the neighborhood I grew up in had mostly guys. I learned a lot hanging out with them. I learned how to bodyboard, fish, skateboard, play football and basketball, and as we got older, I learned what they wanted in a chick … lol.
There are three women that I consider being my ultimate best friends. They are Mary, Malia, and Jodi. I want to focus on Malia and Jodi for a bit. I met Malia in Kindergarten and Jodi in the second grade. I am probably the only person in the whole world, next to her mom and dad that Malia will let call her by her given name. That would be ESTELLE. Not even her husband is allowed to call her by THAT name. No matter how far apart we are, we will, and always will, be there for each other. I was crushed when she and her husband left the islands to move to Colorado back in March of 1999. Her husband got a promotion that required his transfer. She was the last in our circle of friends that left the islands. I’m here all by myself now. Boo hoo. Everyone else is scattered pretty much around the world. As for Jodi, what can I say about Jodi … she’s freaky, ok? Jodi is a flight attendant. I’m lucky to see her once a year. She’ll be in town on the 25th. I can hardly wait. I haven’t seen Jodi in like 3 years. Jodi is Bi. She’s been trying to get me to get together with her ever since our Senior year. Actually, she’s been trying to get me to have a threesome with her and whomever else want to join in. When in town, Jodi likes to hang out at The Dungeon. I wonder if it’s still there. And yeah, THE question was brought up again. Jokingly I told her, just to shut her up once and for all, that I would … I lied … sorry toots. I can’t wait till she gets here. I wish Malia could be here too. The last time the three of us were together was at my first wedding. That was 15 years ago. Malia and Jodi were my clubbing buddies. We were hitting the clubs since we were in the 9th grade. The legal drinking age back then was 18. Flirting with the bouncers can do wonders … so does the right amount of makeup. Jodi will be in town for 4 days. We got plans. I can’t wait.
I heard something on the radio this morning that cracked me up. It was mostly all the post-premiere party gossip. They said Dennis Rodman was in town for the viewing. Funny, he WASN’T invited … so they said. He was DENIED access to the ship. I guess not even certain “stars” have privileges they think they may have. The DJ’s were even making fun of Courtney Love, who WAS invited. How the hell was she tied into the movie? She’s not in the movie and not on the soundtrack. Even Gold medallist Michelle Quan was there. It sounded like all had fun.
It’s time for this chicky to head off to bed. Have a good night, and I’ll catch you tomorrow.
Hapa
Uhane – soul
Maka – eye
Hulali – sparkle
Umauma – breast
If you would like to have a word or phrase translated into Hawaiian, please feel free to contact me, and I’ll see what I can do.
A big “hi” to all my friends from the Truth or Dare room … thanks for visiting my site. I just wanted to say welcome to Chad, David, Alika, Darin, Cuz, Jason, and Brian … 7 of my new readers that I met tonight at work. They came in and sat at the bar and had a few while watching the basketball game on TV. They made the last two hours at work fly by … thanks guys. After work, I joined Alika, Chad and Darin at a place called Chez Moniques. We met up with a few other people. I had one drink and went on my way. If it weren’t for this damned chest congestion, I would have stayed longer. Next time guys.
Speaking of friends … I’ve never really had a lot of them. I have a handful that I consider true friends, the rest are just acquaintances. I’ve never really got along with women. All of the good friends I had growing up were mainly male. A factor that got me into trouble a lot, especially as we entered high school. Why you ask? Well, once they started having girlfriends, they would get jealous of our close relationship and would want to pick a fight with me. My response would always be the “if I wanted your man, I could have had anytime before you came around” speech. I guess I got along better with guys because I grew up with predominant male presence. I have one younger brother, 4 stepbrothers, and the neighborhood I grew up in had mostly guys. I learned a lot hanging out with them. I learned how to bodyboard, fish, skateboard, play football and basketball, and as we got older, I learned what they wanted in a chick … lol.
There are three women that I consider being my ultimate best friends. They are Mary, Malia, and Jodi. I want to focus on Malia and Jodi for a bit. I met Malia in Kindergarten and Jodi in the second grade. I am probably the only person in the whole world, next to her mom and dad that Malia will let call her by her given name. That would be ESTELLE. Not even her husband is allowed to call her by THAT name. No matter how far apart we are, we will, and always will, be there for each other. I was crushed when she and her husband left the islands to move to Colorado back in March of 1999. Her husband got a promotion that required his transfer. She was the last in our circle of friends that left the islands. I’m here all by myself now. Boo hoo. Everyone else is scattered pretty much around the world. As for Jodi, what can I say about Jodi … she’s freaky, ok? Jodi is a flight attendant. I’m lucky to see her once a year. She’ll be in town on the 25th. I can hardly wait. I haven’t seen Jodi in like 3 years. Jodi is Bi. She’s been trying to get me to get together with her ever since our Senior year. Actually, she’s been trying to get me to have a threesome with her and whomever else want to join in. When in town, Jodi likes to hang out at The Dungeon. I wonder if it’s still there. And yeah, THE question was brought up again. Jokingly I told her, just to shut her up once and for all, that I would … I lied … sorry toots. I can’t wait till she gets here. I wish Malia could be here too. The last time the three of us were together was at my first wedding. That was 15 years ago. Malia and Jodi were my clubbing buddies. We were hitting the clubs since we were in the 9th grade. The legal drinking age back then was 18. Flirting with the bouncers can do wonders … so does the right amount of makeup. Jodi will be in town for 4 days. We got plans. I can’t wait.
I heard something on the radio this morning that cracked me up. It was mostly all the post-premiere party gossip. They said Dennis Rodman was in town for the viewing. Funny, he WASN’T invited … so they said. He was DENIED access to the ship. I guess not even certain “stars” have privileges they think they may have. The DJ’s were even making fun of Courtney Love, who WAS invited. How the hell was she tied into the movie? She’s not in the movie and not on the soundtrack. Even Gold medallist Michelle Quan was there. It sounded like all had fun.
It’s time for this chicky to head off to bed. Have a good night, and I’ll catch you tomorrow.
Hapa
Monday, May 21, 2001
Hawaiian Phrases of the Day:
Pehea Oe – “how are you?”
Maikai – “fine”
Mahalo Nui Loa – “thank you very much”
Kipa Mai – “you’re welcome”
Another day, another dollar…
Work was a breeze tonight. I’m back to bartending two nights a week, Mondays and Tuesdays. A pharmaceutical company comes in every so often to display their products to potential doctors. They peddle stuff for allergies like Allegra. All I had to do for them was to take phone orders for take out. The doctors would call in to order their dinner, and all I did was put it together. One hours work. The final bill came to $300; I got tipped 20% of that.
Tonight was the premiere of “Pearl Harbor”. I was driving by Richardson Field earlier today, which is practically throwing distance from the USS John C. Stennis, and there were people already there camped-out with their tripods. From what they said about the speaker system that was going to be used tonight, you could here the movie up to at least ½ a mile away. The movie screen is 6 stories high. I’ve heard that people were going to go down to watch the movie from some of the parks in the area. Two best bets were Richardson Field and the other would have been Aiea Bay Recreation Park. As I write, the movie is STILL rolling. It’s about 3 hours long. They’re going to have a fireworks display following the credits. Looking at my watch, I have about 25 minutes to haul my ass down to watch it with my friends.
Lately I have been having issues with trust, honesty, and friendships. Several weeks ago I went out and met some friends at Rumours. We were all having a good time dancing and being merry. All of a sudden shit went down which really opened my eyes as to whom my real friends were. I have always been up front with people I consider to be my friends. I’m very blunt and a lot of times I get into trouble because of it. Anyway, two women in particular I have been close with since February … or at least I thought we were close. They were making me feel rather uncomfortable pretty much all week leading up to that night. Looking back, the only thing I could think of that may have offend one of them was a comment I made about a guy she was “seeing”. He’s a fucking ass. Just about everything out of her mouth about him was how much of an ass he was. If he’s that much of an ass, I say dump him. I’ll support anyone I care for … just don’t contradict everything you say. If the comment I made pissed her off so much, she should have told me so. If things were reversed, she would have gotten an earful from me. As I think about it, I have made MANY comments about this jerk and I never got the treatment I did that week. Something doesn’t add up, and I could care less. I think I have the right to know why they are pissed at me. A far as I know, I did nothing to them. These women are 36 and 40-something. They act like they’re in high school. Just leave me the hell alone … one less headache I say.
I get my new furniture tomorrow … I can’t wait. One of the new items will be a computer desk. I’m REALLY tired of sitting on the floor to type. I’m also getting a new couch, a washer, and a surround sound stereo system for the TV. Once I get all that in, I’m going to start to have friends over.
Hey, whatever happened to South Park? Are they still showing it??
All I can say is that this chick had a LONG day. I just got the call that I’m being picked-up in 10 minutes.
You guys have a great day tomorrow.
Love ya,
Hapa
Pehea Oe – “how are you?”
Maikai – “fine”
Mahalo Nui Loa – “thank you very much”
Kipa Mai – “you’re welcome”
Another day, another dollar…
Work was a breeze tonight. I’m back to bartending two nights a week, Mondays and Tuesdays. A pharmaceutical company comes in every so often to display their products to potential doctors. They peddle stuff for allergies like Allegra. All I had to do for them was to take phone orders for take out. The doctors would call in to order their dinner, and all I did was put it together. One hours work. The final bill came to $300; I got tipped 20% of that.
Tonight was the premiere of “Pearl Harbor”. I was driving by Richardson Field earlier today, which is practically throwing distance from the USS John C. Stennis, and there were people already there camped-out with their tripods. From what they said about the speaker system that was going to be used tonight, you could here the movie up to at least ½ a mile away. The movie screen is 6 stories high. I’ve heard that people were going to go down to watch the movie from some of the parks in the area. Two best bets were Richardson Field and the other would have been Aiea Bay Recreation Park. As I write, the movie is STILL rolling. It’s about 3 hours long. They’re going to have a fireworks display following the credits. Looking at my watch, I have about 25 minutes to haul my ass down to watch it with my friends.
Lately I have been having issues with trust, honesty, and friendships. Several weeks ago I went out and met some friends at Rumours. We were all having a good time dancing and being merry. All of a sudden shit went down which really opened my eyes as to whom my real friends were. I have always been up front with people I consider to be my friends. I’m very blunt and a lot of times I get into trouble because of it. Anyway, two women in particular I have been close with since February … or at least I thought we were close. They were making me feel rather uncomfortable pretty much all week leading up to that night. Looking back, the only thing I could think of that may have offend one of them was a comment I made about a guy she was “seeing”. He’s a fucking ass. Just about everything out of her mouth about him was how much of an ass he was. If he’s that much of an ass, I say dump him. I’ll support anyone I care for … just don’t contradict everything you say. If the comment I made pissed her off so much, she should have told me so. If things were reversed, she would have gotten an earful from me. As I think about it, I have made MANY comments about this jerk and I never got the treatment I did that week. Something doesn’t add up, and I could care less. I think I have the right to know why they are pissed at me. A far as I know, I did nothing to them. These women are 36 and 40-something. They act like they’re in high school. Just leave me the hell alone … one less headache I say.
I get my new furniture tomorrow … I can’t wait. One of the new items will be a computer desk. I’m REALLY tired of sitting on the floor to type. I’m also getting a new couch, a washer, and a surround sound stereo system for the TV. Once I get all that in, I’m going to start to have friends over.
Hey, whatever happened to South Park? Are they still showing it??
All I can say is that this chick had a LONG day. I just got the call that I’m being picked-up in 10 minutes.
You guys have a great day tomorrow.
Love ya,
Hapa
Sunday, May 20, 2001
Hawaiian Words of the Day:
Makuahine – mother
Makuahunowai wahine – mother-in-law
Makua kane – father
Makuahunoai kane – father-in-law
keiki - child
‘Ohana - family
Aloha ahiahi,
Not too much to say today … I’m just recuperating from last night and work. Pasco was dying to hear the details from my blind date. It went pretty well. A big mahalo to my friend Dana for the set up. I met up with Thomas at a place called Monterey Bay Canners, about 10 minutes from where I live. We had a drink there, then we went dancing. We went to a place called Rumours. Saturdays is retro night where they play music from the 70’s and 80’s. I like to watch people dance. Especially men. Some say that you can tell how a person is in bed by the way they dance. Thomas is a VERY good dancer. I can just imagine. One of the things Pasco asked me at work was how the sex was … as if. It was a blind date … time to get to know each other. Thomas is 38 years old, never been married, has a daughter that is 18, and owns his own business. Actually, he took over his father’s business after he retired. He leases those big ass equipment you see at construction sites. You know those cranes and stuff like that. We didn’t stay that long … maybe about two hours. I had to be at work at 7am. I got home early … oh, about 2am.
Work sucked today. It was extremely slow for a Sunday. I usually get out by 3:30pm at the latest. I clocked out at about 12:30. I ended up going to a place called Assaggio’s with Pasco, Queen, and another co-worker named Jen. Jen is 4 months pregnant. She’s the second person at work that caught the pregnancy bug. Well, actually the third … if you count one of our kitchen manager’s girlfriend. Pasco announced that she was late … two weeks I think it was. She’s got three kiddies. The oldest is 14, and I forgot how old the other two were. I jokingly said that I really needed to get my tubes tied before I caught the bug … I think you need to have sex to get pregnant … something I don’t have to worry about. Anyway, we were all starving and we ended up ordering a couple of things and sharing it all. Assaggio’s is an Italian restaurant. The food there, in my opinion, used to be really awesome. I wasn’t all that impressed today. After that, I went home. My kids got home from their weekend away the same time I did. Sianna went to my brother’s and Chris and I went shopping.
Hope all of you readers have a great week. I got a full agenda tomorrow, so I’m off to bed.
Goodnight,
Hapa
Makuahine – mother
Makuahunowai wahine – mother-in-law
Makua kane – father
Makuahunoai kane – father-in-law
keiki - child
‘Ohana - family
Aloha ahiahi,
Not too much to say today … I’m just recuperating from last night and work. Pasco was dying to hear the details from my blind date. It went pretty well. A big mahalo to my friend Dana for the set up. I met up with Thomas at a place called Monterey Bay Canners, about 10 minutes from where I live. We had a drink there, then we went dancing. We went to a place called Rumours. Saturdays is retro night where they play music from the 70’s and 80’s. I like to watch people dance. Especially men. Some say that you can tell how a person is in bed by the way they dance. Thomas is a VERY good dancer. I can just imagine. One of the things Pasco asked me at work was how the sex was … as if. It was a blind date … time to get to know each other. Thomas is 38 years old, never been married, has a daughter that is 18, and owns his own business. Actually, he took over his father’s business after he retired. He leases those big ass equipment you see at construction sites. You know those cranes and stuff like that. We didn’t stay that long … maybe about two hours. I had to be at work at 7am. I got home early … oh, about 2am.
Work sucked today. It was extremely slow for a Sunday. I usually get out by 3:30pm at the latest. I clocked out at about 12:30. I ended up going to a place called Assaggio’s with Pasco, Queen, and another co-worker named Jen. Jen is 4 months pregnant. She’s the second person at work that caught the pregnancy bug. Well, actually the third … if you count one of our kitchen manager’s girlfriend. Pasco announced that she was late … two weeks I think it was. She’s got three kiddies. The oldest is 14, and I forgot how old the other two were. I jokingly said that I really needed to get my tubes tied before I caught the bug … I think you need to have sex to get pregnant … something I don’t have to worry about. Anyway, we were all starving and we ended up ordering a couple of things and sharing it all. Assaggio’s is an Italian restaurant. The food there, in my opinion, used to be really awesome. I wasn’t all that impressed today. After that, I went home. My kids got home from their weekend away the same time I did. Sianna went to my brother’s and Chris and I went shopping.
Hope all of you readers have a great week. I got a full agenda tomorrow, so I’m off to bed.
Goodnight,
Hapa
Saturday, May 19, 2001
Hawaiian Word of the Day:
Aloha Kakahiaka – Good Morning
Aloha Ahiahi – Good Evening
E Komo Mai – Welcome
pronunciation
Aloha Kakou!
It’s Hollywood frenzy as we speak, here in Hawaii, as we get ready for the premiere of the new movie
“Pearl Harbor”. A private showing for 2000 specially invited guests will take place aboard the USS John C. Stennis this Monday. It’s gonna be a bitch to be in the area. I’ll be at the gym that overlooks the harbor … maybe I’ll be lucky and get to see some action.
Today was the first day back to work since I took off my stitches yesterday. My big toe itched all freakin day. I was miserable. Not only did my toe itch, I was congested, and I was having sinus headaches. I like working the weekends. Everyone on the schedule is usually there. Two of some of my favorite people are there. Pasco and Queen. Pasco hasn’t been fun lately. Up until a few weeks ago, Pasco was practicing celibacy … two years worth. She has a new boyfriend and I couldn’t be happier for her. She hasn’t been fun because she’s in love and she walks around all day like she’s high on something … yeah, high on dick … hehe. You can pick on her and tease her, and she could care less. She used to be feisty. It’s been a few weeks, and she’s slowly coming back to her senses. We have a lot in common. She’s half-Korean, as I am. Her other half consists of Chinese, Mexican, some sort of Caucasian (I don’t see it … I think she’s Caucasian by injection), alien, and some other stuff. Sometimes she thinks her jokes are funny. We laugh because we think her thinking her jokes are funny is what’s actually funny … hehe. Sorry Pasco, I couldn’t resist. Queen on the other hand, cracks me the hell up. I have yet to see anyone top her comebacks. That’s why she’s the Queen. Some have tried, only one has come close. He’s no longer working with us, and it was pure entertainment to watch them go at it every week. Queen has also been a bad influence to some. Those who were quiet, like Rich for instance, are now potty mouths like her. It used to be funny, but he’s gotten out of hand. Of course we blame her. I work with a bunch of characters … it makes the day go by faster.
Blind dates. I hate them. I’m going on one as soon as I finish this blog. The last one I was on was actually a blind/double date. A good friend of mine wanted to set me up right away when I told her I left my husband. For two months she nagged me until I finally said yes. The only condition was that she and her boyfriend had to join us as well. We all went out to dinner. The first 45 minutes or so was nice. We had a few drinks, some appetizers, and nice conversation. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, they start fighting. I was pissed. I got up and announced that I was leaving. My date followed me out the door. He walked me to my car, we talked for a bit, and we swapped phone numbers. We still keep in touch, but I’m not interested. I like this other guy. I’ve been told that he likes me a lot. I met him (I’ll refer to him as golfer dude) during a time I had broken up with my husband for 4 months … we weren’t married yet. We have mutual friends, and they introduced us. I felt an attraction for him then, but silly me got back with the ass about a month later. After I got married, I kinda lost touch with the group. It wasn’t until after I left the ass in January that I started to hang out with the same people again. About three days later I saw golfer dude. We all pretty much started hanging-out at this local bar just about every day of the week. Over the weeks we got to be pretty close. I started to hear things from other people that he liked me as well. The only problem to him was that I am still legally married. All of a sudden, when I would get to the bar, people would come up to me and ask where golfer dude was that night … like I knew half of the time. Other people would introduce me to new people as golfer dude’s girlfriend … that was a shock to me, why is it I’m always the last to know? And why is it I hear it from other people how much he likes me? I finally wrote him a letter saying how much I liked him, and that if he liked me I wanted to hear it from him … not from a bunch of other people. It’s been about a month since I sent the mail and I have yet to get a response from him. Men.
I will be attempting to play golf this week with some of my friends that are in town for the next two weeks. I don’t know how to play. They said it would be ok, they are gonna teach me (and knowing them, laugh in the process) … good luck. We’ll see though. It will all depend on the weather and how my sinus infection progresses.
Lastly, my son is getting an award. I am so proud of him! He’s being recognized by the PTSA Board. In order to get an award; you had to be nominated by either a Math or English Teacher. The nominees then go to the Executive Board of the PTSA who make the final decision. The awards presentation will be on June 5th at 7pm.
Well, I’m off to get ready for my blind date … uhhhggg … wish me luck.
Laters,
Hapa
Aloha Kakahiaka – Good Morning
Aloha Ahiahi – Good Evening
E Komo Mai – Welcome
pronunciation
Aloha Kakou!
It’s Hollywood frenzy as we speak, here in Hawaii, as we get ready for the premiere of the new movie
“Pearl Harbor”. A private showing for 2000 specially invited guests will take place aboard the USS John C. Stennis this Monday. It’s gonna be a bitch to be in the area. I’ll be at the gym that overlooks the harbor … maybe I’ll be lucky and get to see some action.
Today was the first day back to work since I took off my stitches yesterday. My big toe itched all freakin day. I was miserable. Not only did my toe itch, I was congested, and I was having sinus headaches. I like working the weekends. Everyone on the schedule is usually there. Two of some of my favorite people are there. Pasco and Queen. Pasco hasn’t been fun lately. Up until a few weeks ago, Pasco was practicing celibacy … two years worth. She has a new boyfriend and I couldn’t be happier for her. She hasn’t been fun because she’s in love and she walks around all day like she’s high on something … yeah, high on dick … hehe. You can pick on her and tease her, and she could care less. She used to be feisty. It’s been a few weeks, and she’s slowly coming back to her senses. We have a lot in common. She’s half-Korean, as I am. Her other half consists of Chinese, Mexican, some sort of Caucasian (I don’t see it … I think she’s Caucasian by injection), alien, and some other stuff. Sometimes she thinks her jokes are funny. We laugh because we think her thinking her jokes are funny is what’s actually funny … hehe. Sorry Pasco, I couldn’t resist. Queen on the other hand, cracks me the hell up. I have yet to see anyone top her comebacks. That’s why she’s the Queen. Some have tried, only one has come close. He’s no longer working with us, and it was pure entertainment to watch them go at it every week. Queen has also been a bad influence to some. Those who were quiet, like Rich for instance, are now potty mouths like her. It used to be funny, but he’s gotten out of hand. Of course we blame her. I work with a bunch of characters … it makes the day go by faster.
Blind dates. I hate them. I’m going on one as soon as I finish this blog. The last one I was on was actually a blind/double date. A good friend of mine wanted to set me up right away when I told her I left my husband. For two months she nagged me until I finally said yes. The only condition was that she and her boyfriend had to join us as well. We all went out to dinner. The first 45 minutes or so was nice. We had a few drinks, some appetizers, and nice conversation. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, they start fighting. I was pissed. I got up and announced that I was leaving. My date followed me out the door. He walked me to my car, we talked for a bit, and we swapped phone numbers. We still keep in touch, but I’m not interested. I like this other guy. I’ve been told that he likes me a lot. I met him (I’ll refer to him as golfer dude) during a time I had broken up with my husband for 4 months … we weren’t married yet. We have mutual friends, and they introduced us. I felt an attraction for him then, but silly me got back with the ass about a month later. After I got married, I kinda lost touch with the group. It wasn’t until after I left the ass in January that I started to hang out with the same people again. About three days later I saw golfer dude. We all pretty much started hanging-out at this local bar just about every day of the week. Over the weeks we got to be pretty close. I started to hear things from other people that he liked me as well. The only problem to him was that I am still legally married. All of a sudden, when I would get to the bar, people would come up to me and ask where golfer dude was that night … like I knew half of the time. Other people would introduce me to new people as golfer dude’s girlfriend … that was a shock to me, why is it I’m always the last to know? And why is it I hear it from other people how much he likes me? I finally wrote him a letter saying how much I liked him, and that if he liked me I wanted to hear it from him … not from a bunch of other people. It’s been about a month since I sent the mail and I have yet to get a response from him. Men.
I will be attempting to play golf this week with some of my friends that are in town for the next two weeks. I don’t know how to play. They said it would be ok, they are gonna teach me (and knowing them, laugh in the process) … good luck. We’ll see though. It will all depend on the weather and how my sinus infection progresses.
Lastly, my son is getting an award. I am so proud of him! He’s being recognized by the PTSA Board. In order to get an award; you had to be nominated by either a Math or English Teacher. The nominees then go to the Executive Board of the PTSA who make the final decision. The awards presentation will be on June 5th at 7pm.
Well, I’m off to get ready for my blind date … uhhhggg … wish me luck.
Laters,
Hapa
Friday, May 18, 2001
Hawaiian Words of the Day:
Aloha. 1. Love, affection, compassion, mercy, sympathy, pity, kindness, sentiment, grace, charity; greeting, salutation, regards; sweetheart, lover, loved one; beloved, loving, kind, compassionate, charitable, lovable; to love, be fond of; to show kindness, mercy, pity, charity, affection; to venerate; to remember with affection; to greet, to hail. Greetings! Hello! Good-bye! Farewell! Alas!
Mahalo. 1. Thanks, gratitude; to thank.
Aloha Kakou!
Welcome back to my blog. I just want to thank all the people that have responded to my first blog for their kind words and support for my situation. Of course, there was a few of you that HAD to make a comment about my writing ... you bitches ... you know who you are.
The day started off rather well because I didn't have to go into work. I was "on call" meaning that I had to call in by 8am to see if anyone called in sick. No one did, so I had the day off. A good thing because I didn't have to cancel any of my plans that I made weeks ago. First, I took the kids to school. I usually hit the gym right after, but because of this sinus infection I have I didn't go today.
Second thing on my agenda was my doctor's appointment. I had stitches removed today. Yes, stitches. As most of you know, I moved into my new place two weeks ago. Well, last week Wednesday I opened my screen door and the bottom of the door scrapped across my right big toe. I'm a HUGE fan of things that are gory. I have never in my life felt grossed-out by blood, guts, or anything of that nature. For some reason last week, I almost passed-out by the sight of my toe. It was a nice inch of a cut. Yeah, there was a lot of blood ... so what. It wasn't until I got to the bathroom to clean the wound that I discovered the depth of my injury. While I was cleaning the cut, I discovered what appeared to be bone. Not a good thing to see. Next thing I knew I heard my friend screaming ... lol ... what a wuss. I don't scream (unless there is good reason too). Anyway, she took me to the ER to get me all fixed. I ended up with stitches, and today they came off.
Since I was going to the hospital today, I made an appointment to see my OB/GYN. Long story short, I had surgery last September for endometriosis and ended up going on hormone replacement therapy (HRT) that started in January. Today I saw my OB for a post therapy checkup. My OB (who I will refer to as Dr. T) is a hoot. He has been my Doc now for the last 16 years. He likes to tell jokes. He likes to tell CERTAIN jokes at the wrong time ... like when I'm in stirrups. He was kinda upset at me because the therapy I was on was supposed to be for 6 months. I only did it for 3 months. I was on Lupron ... I would go in once a month to get a shot of Lupron Depot to the hip which induces my body to go through a temporary state of menopause. I took it upon myself to stop treatment because the hot flashes and mood swings were a bitch! To counteract the side effects, I was on synthetic hormones ... Agystin and Premarin ... or, medical mumbo jumbo for progesterone and estrogen (rather name brands). Within days of taking these hormones, I would suffer sharp pains in my chest. I called the advice nurse and she told me to stop taking the pills and see what happens. Voila, within a few days, the pains were gone. The following month when I went in for my next shot, within days the chest pains came back. Coincidently I was also back on the hormones. By the third shot I was told that chest pains were a possible side effect to the Lupron and NOT the hormones! Needless to say I was pissed. I suffered through all the menopause crap without the help of the hormones when it was the Lupron all this time. I was originally supposed to do the treatment before they suggested the surgery back in September, but I bitched and moaned a good arguement about how I didn't want synthetics in my body. As a compromise, they suggested that I do it for 3 months, I opted for the surgery ... the rest is history. Bottom line, I did the three months and I'm pain free. The pains were so bad it felt like someone was stabbing me in my uterus. The worst pains were during sex. I love sex. Pain is NOT good during sex, well, at least not THAT kind of pain ... hehe. It got to the point where in order to have sex, I had to drug myself up with pain killers an hour before. That is another story in itself. I have to admit, the one thing I will miss about the soon-to-be ex husband is the sex. Actually, there were some great qualities about him ... too bad his addiction to alcohol and drugs fucked things up for us.
Ok, back to the subject at hand. The Lupron sends a signal to the brain to stop menstration. Having your period is what actually "feeds" the abnormal endometrial tissue. It kinda hardens the tissue so when it flares, usually when you ovulate and during your period, it becomes painful. Worst-case scenario ever recorded was where they found endometrial tissue in patient's lungs and intestines. In my case, it was blocking my left fallopian tube and it was all over my uterus. If statistics are correct, I should be virtually pain free for at least the next 3 years. No more pain during sex ... now if only I could find someone to have sex with. I'm in no rush. Overall, my ultra sound looked great. The tissues have all shrunk, if not totally disappeared all together. The big reason for all of this was to try to conceive a child. It took a lot of convincing on my husband's part to get me to have another child. I was told after I had my daughter that I couldn't have anymore children. While I was dating my husband, over the course of 14 months I suffered through 3 miscarriages. I really wanted another one. I thank God I did NOT have children with this man. I've now made the decision not to have anymore. Call it being spoiled, but I LOVE my freedom. It kinda makes me sad because I did all of this to become fertile again only to turn around and consider getting my tubes tied. Well, Dr. T told me to think about it and I told him I would. I see him again in a month. I should have my final decision by then.
I went to see my mom after that. It was her birthday this past Wednesday. My mom passed away on December 7, 1991. Her aneurysm burst. She was only 47. I went to put flowers on her grave, and had a nice long talk with her. I like visiting her because that's the only time I can say what I need to say without her interruption. My mother and I had a rough relationship. I don't know what it was exactly, for some reason she never really trusted me ... go figure. The last 11 months of her life was the closest we've ever been. It's was like she knew inside she was going to leave. My mom was a very stubborn woman, set in her ways. She was a very strong woman. Her big problem with me was that she always had to be right. Even when she was wrong, and she knew she was wrong, she was right. I could never win an arguement with her. Anyway, one night about a month before she passed away, we had a long talk about our relationship. That night was the first night she ever apologized for everything she did to me. That night was the first night she ever told me how proud she was of me. All of my accomplishment throughout my school years went unnoticed. She wasn't all that supportive when I went through my first divorce. My mother told me that night that she wanted to show me how much she was proud of me when I was growing up but for whatever reason could not bring herself to it. I know that sounds messed up, but what can I say? What matters is that I finally heard those words that night that I needed to hear back then. I love my mom, and I miss her dearly.
After I left the cemetary, my last stop was to the home of a good friend that recently passed away. I've known this friend, his name was David, ever since the third grade. He was two years older than me and I knew him because I had his younger brother in my homeroom. Anyway, his mother called me the ohter day to let me know that David left some things for me to have. Stuff like pictures, gifts I gave him, etc. David and I dated for about a year or so back in highschool. We slowly started to lose touch after he enlisted in the Air Force. If anything, we kept in touch via mail. David married a bitch. For some reason she hated me. I don't know why, I'm the loveable type. I was hurt when I did not get invited to the wedding. I haven't heard from David in the last 5 years or so but I still kept in touch with his parents. His parents used to write and tell me that he was unhappy with her. In fact, before he passed away, he was going to file for a divorce. For some fucked up reason she had it in her head that he was leaving her for me. That was news to me. I guess that was why she didn't want me at the funeral. I would have made a big stink about it, but out of respect for David I did not want to cause a scene. His mother had a little get together at her home and she had me over then. Guess who showed up unannounced? You got it ... the bitch. She started to make a scene and David's mom ended up pulling us both into the kitchen. Bottom line, the bitch didn't like what she was hearing and announced she was going back to the mainland in a couple of days and that they wouldn't hear from her again ... blah, blah, blah. Good riddance.
I had a full day, and I m now ready to party this weekend. The kids are leaving any minute and won't be home until Sunday night. I got the whole place to myself. Life is good.
Until next time, be good to each other ...
Aloha,
Hapa
Aloha. 1. Love, affection, compassion, mercy, sympathy, pity, kindness, sentiment, grace, charity; greeting, salutation, regards; sweetheart, lover, loved one; beloved, loving, kind, compassionate, charitable, lovable; to love, be fond of; to show kindness, mercy, pity, charity, affection; to venerate; to remember with affection; to greet, to hail. Greetings! Hello! Good-bye! Farewell! Alas!
Mahalo. 1. Thanks, gratitude; to thank.
Aloha Kakou!
Welcome back to my blog. I just want to thank all the people that have responded to my first blog for their kind words and support for my situation. Of course, there was a few of you that HAD to make a comment about my writing ... you bitches ... you know who you are.
The day started off rather well because I didn't have to go into work. I was "on call" meaning that I had to call in by 8am to see if anyone called in sick. No one did, so I had the day off. A good thing because I didn't have to cancel any of my plans that I made weeks ago. First, I took the kids to school. I usually hit the gym right after, but because of this sinus infection I have I didn't go today.
Second thing on my agenda was my doctor's appointment. I had stitches removed today. Yes, stitches. As most of you know, I moved into my new place two weeks ago. Well, last week Wednesday I opened my screen door and the bottom of the door scrapped across my right big toe. I'm a HUGE fan of things that are gory. I have never in my life felt grossed-out by blood, guts, or anything of that nature. For some reason last week, I almost passed-out by the sight of my toe. It was a nice inch of a cut. Yeah, there was a lot of blood ... so what. It wasn't until I got to the bathroom to clean the wound that I discovered the depth of my injury. While I was cleaning the cut, I discovered what appeared to be bone. Not a good thing to see. Next thing I knew I heard my friend screaming ... lol ... what a wuss. I don't scream (unless there is good reason too
Since I was going to the hospital today, I made an appointment to see my OB/GYN. Long story short, I had surgery last September for endometriosis and ended up going on hormone replacement therapy (HRT) that started in January. Today I saw my OB for a post therapy checkup. My OB (who I will refer to as Dr. T) is a hoot. He has been my Doc now for the last 16 years. He likes to tell jokes. He likes to tell CERTAIN jokes at the wrong time ... like when I'm in stirrups. He was kinda upset at me because the therapy I was on was supposed to be for 6 months. I only did it for 3 months. I was on Lupron ... I would go in once a month to get a shot of Lupron Depot to the hip which induces my body to go through a temporary state of menopause. I took it upon myself to stop treatment because the hot flashes and mood swings were a bitch! To counteract the side effects, I was on synthetic hormones ... Agystin and Premarin ... or, medical mumbo jumbo for progesterone and estrogen (rather name brands). Within days of taking these hormones, I would suffer sharp pains in my chest. I called the advice nurse and she told me to stop taking the pills and see what happens. Voila, within a few days, the pains were gone. The following month when I went in for my next shot, within days the chest pains came back. Coincidently I was also back on the hormones. By the third shot I was told that chest pains were a possible side effect to the Lupron and NOT the hormones! Needless to say I was pissed. I suffered through all the menopause crap without the help of the hormones when it was the Lupron all this time. I was originally supposed to do the treatment before they suggested the surgery back in September, but I bitched and moaned a good arguement about how I didn't want synthetics in my body. As a compromise, they suggested that I do it for 3 months, I opted for the surgery ... the rest is history. Bottom line, I did the three months and I'm pain free. The pains were so bad it felt like someone was stabbing me in my uterus. The worst pains were during sex. I love sex. Pain is NOT good during sex, well, at least not THAT kind of pain ... hehe. It got to the point where in order to have sex, I had to drug myself up with pain killers an hour before. That is another story in itself. I have to admit, the one thing I will miss about the soon-to-be ex husband is the sex. Actually, there were some great qualities about him ... too bad his addiction to alcohol and drugs fucked things up for us.
Ok, back to the subject at hand. The Lupron sends a signal to the brain to stop menstration. Having your period is what actually "feeds" the abnormal endometrial tissue. It kinda hardens the tissue so when it flares, usually when you ovulate and during your period, it becomes painful. Worst-case scenario ever recorded was where they found endometrial tissue in patient's lungs and intestines. In my case, it was blocking my left fallopian tube and it was all over my uterus. If statistics are correct, I should be virtually pain free for at least the next 3 years. No more pain during sex ... now if only I could find someone to have sex with. I'm in no rush. Overall, my ultra sound looked great. The tissues have all shrunk, if not totally disappeared all together. The big reason for all of this was to try to conceive a child. It took a lot of convincing on my husband's part to get me to have another child. I was told after I had my daughter that I couldn't have anymore children. While I was dating my husband, over the course of 14 months I suffered through 3 miscarriages. I really wanted another one. I thank God I did NOT have children with this man. I've now made the decision not to have anymore. Call it being spoiled, but I LOVE my freedom. It kinda makes me sad because I did all of this to become fertile again only to turn around and consider getting my tubes tied. Well, Dr. T told me to think about it and I told him I would. I see him again in a month. I should have my final decision by then.
I went to see my mom after that. It was her birthday this past Wednesday. My mom passed away on December 7, 1991. Her aneurysm burst. She was only 47. I went to put flowers on her grave, and had a nice long talk with her. I like visiting her because that's the only time I can say what I need to say without her interruption. My mother and I had a rough relationship. I don't know what it was exactly, for some reason she never really trusted me ... go figure. The last 11 months of her life was the closest we've ever been. It's was like she knew inside she was going to leave. My mom was a very stubborn woman, set in her ways. She was a very strong woman. Her big problem with me was that she always had to be right. Even when she was wrong, and she knew she was wrong, she was right. I could never win an arguement with her. Anyway, one night about a month before she passed away, we had a long talk about our relationship. That night was the first night she ever apologized for everything she did to me. That night was the first night she ever told me how proud she was of me. All of my accomplishment throughout my school years went unnoticed. She wasn't all that supportive when I went through my first divorce. My mother told me that night that she wanted to show me how much she was proud of me when I was growing up but for whatever reason could not bring herself to it. I know that sounds messed up, but what can I say? What matters is that I finally heard those words that night that I needed to hear back then. I love my mom, and I miss her dearly.
After I left the cemetary, my last stop was to the home of a good friend that recently passed away. I've known this friend, his name was David, ever since the third grade. He was two years older than me and I knew him because I had his younger brother in my homeroom. Anyway, his mother called me the ohter day to let me know that David left some things for me to have. Stuff like pictures, gifts I gave him, etc. David and I dated for about a year or so back in highschool. We slowly started to lose touch after he enlisted in the Air Force. If anything, we kept in touch via mail. David married a bitch. For some reason she hated me. I don't know why, I'm the loveable type. I was hurt when I did not get invited to the wedding. I haven't heard from David in the last 5 years or so but I still kept in touch with his parents. His parents used to write and tell me that he was unhappy with her. In fact, before he passed away, he was going to file for a divorce. For some fucked up reason she had it in her head that he was leaving her for me. That was news to me. I guess that was why she didn't want me at the funeral. I would have made a big stink about it, but out of respect for David I did not want to cause a scene. His mother had a little get together at her home and she had me over then. Guess who showed up unannounced? You got it ... the bitch. She started to make a scene and David's mom ended up pulling us both into the kitchen. Bottom line, the bitch didn't like what she was hearing and announced she was going back to the mainland in a couple of days and that they wouldn't hear from her again ... blah, blah, blah. Good riddance.
I had a full day, and I m now ready to party this weekend. The kids are leaving any minute and won't be home until Sunday night. I got the whole place to myself. Life is good.
Until next time, be good to each other ...
Aloha,
Hapa
Thursday, May 17, 2001
Aloha, and welcome to my first Blog!
First of all, I would like to thank my good friend Logi, for all her hard work in helping me create my Blog site. Thanks Hun ...
Now, for the good stuff.
I've been wanting to do something like this for awhile now, but with all the crap going on in my life the past 6 months I haven't really had the time to do so. Now that I am all moved in to my new place, I figured this was a good time to start.
Before I start, I would like to make clear that I am here doing this mainly as a source to either vent my frustrations, brag about my two children, or just to share my everyday goings with all you readers. My life is an open book as I have nothing to hide. I tell it like it is (or how I see it), I can and will be blunt, and I expect my friends to be the same way. The last thing on my mind is worrying about my spelling or grammar. I could care less ... I welcome any and all comments you may have ... as long as it is NOT about my English ... lol.
Ok. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Nancy. I have lived in Hawaii all of my life. I am the mother of two wonderful children. Christopher, who is 14, will be entering his Freshman year this coming July. He is an honor student, a drummer in Band, and he just won the election for Freshman Class Vice President.
Sianna, who is 10, will be in the 5th grade this August. She's also a drummer, and she is in the Gifted and Talented program in her school for Mathematics. Yes, I am proud of my kids.
Currently, I am still legally married to an ass. My second marriage. This past April 14th made 1 year that we are LEGALLY married. We were together for a total of 3 years. Our Legal Seperation date was January 22 of this year which made the two of us married for 9 months. Oh well, live and learn I say. At least I left knowing I did my best to save this marriage. As a good friend keeps telling me how surprised she was that I lasted this long with him. I guess I have mellowed with age. 10 years ago I would have left his ass the first time he screwed up. Without going into too much detail, those of you who know me personally know the details, my husband is an alcoholic and turns out he hits women. Now, the bitch in this story is his occupation. He works for the US Army. Needless to say, he is being discharged. Yep, they're kicking his ass out ...he's being chaptered out. I hate dealing with them. His chain of command are a bunch of dicks. I take that back ... when my husband was arrested back in January, there were 3 people who was very helpful to me. I got overwhelming support up until the 1st Sgt. got transferred to Headquarters ... support went to nilch from there.
The next two people I had to deal with, we'll just call them Sgt. J and Capt. M, treated me like I was the criminal ... I'd like to look the two in the eye and tell them Fuck You.
Well, today's venting session came about when I found out my husband has been gallivanting off of base. You see, I was told after the State of Hawaii released my husband from prison after serving just 20 days for his second offense of Abuse of a Household Member, that he was going to be confined to the Base until he is discharged from the Army and is escorted to the airport. I currently have a 3-year Restraining Order against the bastard that hit me and threatened my son. Now I hear he's been going off of Base, with no escort, going about free as he likes. It's ok though ... as a precaution, I packed up the kids and moved. I also got rid of all the junk he's ever given me, and got rid of all the stuff I owned that he ruined. Basically, I got new furniture, a new home, and I'm in the process of getting another car. In a way I should thank my husband ... but I won't ... hehe. Oh yeah, it's going on the second week that my lawyer is trying to serve the ass divorce papers, and Sgt J isn't returning my calls ... big surprise there ... pfff.
It's been a rough past 6 months for me. I really need a vacation, and I am way overdue. The last time I've been to the mainland was back in June of 1998 when I went to New York to visit my friends Logi, Ghost, and Nightskye. So, as a treat, I am planning a trip for this late August/early September. I'll be heading out to New York for sure, but there is a few pit stops I want to make along the way. One of them is Atlanta GA for a party, another is Kentucky, and the third is Missouri. Georgia will probably be a no go. The other two I would like to visit, I have several people I want to see. In either case, no matter where I go, I'm taking at least two weeks off from work.
Well my friends ... this hapa chick is off to bed ... mahalo for listening ...
Aloha,
Hapa
First of all, I would like to thank my good friend Logi, for all her hard work in helping me create my Blog site. Thanks Hun ...
Now, for the good stuff.
I've been wanting to do something like this for awhile now, but with all the crap going on in my life the past 6 months I haven't really had the time to do so. Now that I am all moved in to my new place, I figured this was a good time to start.
Before I start, I would like to make clear that I am here doing this mainly as a source to either vent my frustrations, brag about my two children, or just to share my everyday goings with all you readers. My life is an open book as I have nothing to hide. I tell it like it is (or how I see it), I can and will be blunt, and I expect my friends to be the same way. The last thing on my mind is worrying about my spelling or grammar. I could care less ... I welcome any and all comments you may have ... as long as it is NOT about my English ... lol.
Ok. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Nancy. I have lived in Hawaii all of my life. I am the mother of two wonderful children. Christopher, who is 14, will be entering his Freshman year this coming July. He is an honor student, a drummer in Band, and he just won the election for Freshman Class Vice President.
Sianna, who is 10, will be in the 5th grade this August. She's also a drummer, and she is in the Gifted and Talented program in her school for Mathematics. Yes, I am proud of my kids.
Currently, I am still legally married to an ass. My second marriage. This past April 14th made 1 year that we are LEGALLY married. We were together for a total of 3 years. Our Legal Seperation date was January 22 of this year which made the two of us married for 9 months. Oh well, live and learn I say. At least I left knowing I did my best to save this marriage. As a good friend keeps telling me how surprised she was that I lasted this long with him. I guess I have mellowed with age. 10 years ago I would have left his ass the first time he screwed up. Without going into too much detail, those of you who know me personally know the details, my husband is an alcoholic and turns out he hits women. Now, the bitch in this story is his occupation. He works for the US Army. Needless to say, he is being discharged. Yep, they're kicking his ass out ...he's being chaptered out. I hate dealing with them. His chain of command are a bunch of dicks. I take that back ... when my husband was arrested back in January, there were 3 people who was very helpful to me. I got overwhelming support up until the 1st Sgt. got transferred to Headquarters ... support went to nilch from there.
The next two people I had to deal with, we'll just call them Sgt. J and Capt. M, treated me like I was the criminal ... I'd like to look the two in the eye and tell them Fuck You.
Well, today's venting session came about when I found out my husband has been gallivanting off of base. You see, I was told after the State of Hawaii released my husband from prison after serving just 20 days for his second offense of Abuse of a Household Member, that he was going to be confined to the Base until he is discharged from the Army and is escorted to the airport. I currently have a 3-year Restraining Order against the bastard that hit me and threatened my son. Now I hear he's been going off of Base, with no escort, going about free as he likes. It's ok though ... as a precaution, I packed up the kids and moved. I also got rid of all the junk he's ever given me, and got rid of all the stuff I owned that he ruined. Basically, I got new furniture, a new home, and I'm in the process of getting another car. In a way I should thank my husband ... but I won't ... hehe. Oh yeah, it's going on the second week that my lawyer is trying to serve the ass divorce papers, and Sgt J isn't returning my calls ... big surprise there ... pfff.
It's been a rough past 6 months for me. I really need a vacation, and I am way overdue. The last time I've been to the mainland was back in June of 1998 when I went to New York to visit my friends Logi, Ghost, and Nightskye. So, as a treat, I am planning a trip for this late August/early September. I'll be heading out to New York for sure, but there is a few pit stops I want to make along the way. One of them is Atlanta GA for a party, another is Kentucky, and the third is Missouri. Georgia will probably be a no go. The other two I would like to visit, I have several people I want to see. In either case, no matter where I go, I'm taking at least two weeks off from work.
Well my friends ... this hapa chick is off to bed ... mahalo for listening ...
Aloha,
Hapa
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