Going to Oh-Seven

Small surf, and Maile is back.


Not job, Just adventure


Wishing everyone happy Oh-Seven. 2 zero- zero- 7. I'll be awake and on the radio for 24 hours tomorrow, so I am having a beer (or 6) and going to bed early w/ no pink hell at my feet. Of course, it all goes bonkers come da first. But thats OK. Gotta work and save moooola so can go Vegas in March.

Oh BTW, you are all invited, oh continent dwellers. Me, her, The Bear, the little her, and Aunty Rosie will be in Las Wages in March. From the 26 to April 1st.

I'll buy the first round.

Aloha!


.....and yes, Dear Zilla, I shall procure recipes-a-mondo. Fancy language and all dat!

More Aloha!

Chrissymas Foto's

Now that is over on to ohseven.



Kiddo in bucket

Dont throw da keiki out with da bathwater, Papa!!

Hawaiian Style Numbzit

Hawaiian style teething ring. Kaleo is gnawing on a piece of dried aku. Sundried/airdried fish, soaked in chili pepper water/shoyu. Little bit of sugar. And he loves his Poi!

Loot

Ever since Calvin & Hobbes, I call the kids presents "LOOT"

Xmas eve crew in da house

Tom (Kaimi's bro-in-law), Fob, (Akonis friend) Fob's chickadee, Michelle, Kiana, and assorted munchkins.

Maile went to the Big Island (kamuela) to see my Mom & Dad, and drive them nuts for 4 days. Hyper kid along with hyper grandma, not a good combination for my Dad.


OK now its off to work, and 24 tomorrow at Firecom.

Surf is on the horizon; but when is the only question.

'K den...

Aloha No!

Christmas Birthday Tale

When I was growing up, and no, I havent completed that journey yet, Momhawaiianmark did one year, have a birthday cake for Jesus.

Being that I was like 14 at the time, and a total self-centered asshole, I thought it was well, stupid.

Momhawaiianmark made a cake, and she can cook like no ones business. It was small, gorgeous, and chock-full-o love. Because thats how my Mom is. Shes like 4 foot tweleve, full of nitro, and goes like being nuclear powered. Mom believes very strongly in the very real belief that out there in never-never land lies things and ways that we dont quite catch on to. And all those things are generated from love. Love being what ever you want, Buddah, Elvis, Mohammed, or what floats your boat, going forward with the current.

Of course, being an asshole, I broke her heart when it came to sing the happy birthday tune with the cake she created to put tangible her belief in goodness.

I really, broke her heart.

In being stubborn; in being self centered; in being blinded by youths stupidity and rancor.

I broke the most loving lady in the worlds heart.

And to this day, I regret it. I regret not removing my selfishness, from being only me-oriented for that small miniscule warp of time.

It only took her tears, and one glance from my Dad, to realize that no apology, no act of contrition would un-do the hurt I did to her that day.

The thing it did do, was to make one asshole teen realize, albeit too late, that the world has beauty that you cant recognize in it.

That a love so great, so dear, so awesome; is attainable when we give away our Self.

And Mom, I love you so much.

Today I baked a cake.


Wishing you all out there on Christmas Eve a safe, warm, joyous day.



Aloha.



Hauoli La Hanau.

Kalikimaka howzits, and other assorted stuffs

'zero-six is almost pau. (finished) 'zero-seven is waiting to be rung in with a 24 hour shift (just like tomorrow) - and her highness the pinkish is packed to the pinkest rafters with merry makers and other assorted gremlins of merriment.

(its busy)

And The Lady C has finished shopping. As have I - cause I got her and Maimai *******, and ******, along with *******'S for both of them. Womens. What the hell would I do without them? Have a lot more ***** in my ******. Thats for sure. Then we got all the kids, and grandkids pau as well. Then My Mom and Dad, her Mom. And the guy next door.

I dont have a idea in heck where the whole friggin month has gone as well. But I did surf this morning again, left before dawn, saw a awesome sunrise from the water, and basically am jell-o now. Wheee. 6 hours of abuse at pink, and 0630 tomorrow! Whee!

So its all good.

Goodness abounds in the least sought moments in time.

Holding doors open.

Twinkling eyes.

Bastard tourists.

Warm hugs.

Soft breeze thru open windows (not availble in the mainland during winter months, SORRY!)

Breathing.

Aloha and best holidays!

Can I go home now?

Please?

*****!

Christmas dreams / Nightmares

Teahupoo, Tahiti.

XMAS Package


Aloha.

"Make Aloha, Not War"

On a bumper sticker today. ^

Click the title for how my day at firecom ended this morning.

"Lost" cast members house burned down


Two kids


So i havent been wandering too far from the paycheck producers, and lack of internet wanderings and perusals has been near nil. I will try to stop on in an sit a spell if the damn pinkness doesnt cut my line again.

Its been whorish days of working, if not OT w/ firecom, or OT class w/ firecom. Then its just plain old hell at the pinkness. Its busy, but not bonkers kine busy. Just stickers in the feet kine irritating. My zenzen of zen calmness is not on all the time, so that makes mark a virtual veggie burger most of the waking hours. Then again, I aint much good asleep, either.

But I have gotten in good surf, and today marked as usual, a bring it back to center revelation; again. As with any sort of missed love, the abscence makes the water all that much more moist. And moist is always good.

*wink*

OK, nuff double entendre for one day. Or double fudge. Whatevers. Of course its Christmas time, and all that yule tide greetings that started back in August are getting old. No get me wrong, I enjoy the hell outta da holidaze, but it always brings with it crowds, short patience, and mega-spending for things and material crappola that in the end, has nothing to do with the joy of spending time with those closest to you. And being that I hardly get to see her, it drags long nights on longer.

I thought this was about surf?

Oh, yeah, back on track. It is usual for this mind to divert somewhere way off track, and thats what happens. So the surf brought me back to center, let me see that if I didnt get it, I should be glad for what I did get. (meaning: even if the surf was mediocre, it was better than a kick in the 'nads)

But the surf was pretty good. And it refreshed my soul, and thats as good as it gets in the realm that is my life.

Ok then.

Aloha once more.




Today was similar

Try for more info later.

Aloha for now.

Mele

Good wishes from all of us in the middle of the sea.

Working OT, surfing, and Hotel Hell is hellish.

Aloha.

Dweeble; me.

After insisting on -"we are not getting a new bed". I of course, gave in.

Such the dweeb.

Damn.

I dont even have time to sleep.

Aloha.

Xmas Choral Concert

Maile had a choral concert last night. There was a Kindergardener who was a riot.

Re-arranging
Choral concert
Applause
This guy was a clown

Winds are howling, and gots to go work.

Good weekends out to you all.


Aloha!

Tanning, yeah, thats the ticket!

You can spin anything.

I thought this was hilarious, your opinion may vary.


Tanning



Aloha!

Da Puka (the hole)

Lady C wants a new bed. Mind you, ours isnt much more than a couple miles old. And no, it aint like the thing gets wore out, ya perv's.

Now the reason for this is 'the hole'. See, it seems that her highness feels there is an indention in the mattress. Apparently, it is only visable to her, and only noticed by her. It seems that the hole bothers her. It gathers up everything in the vortex that it has become, and swooshes it down its blackness. Where exactly this hole is taking whatever it is that it is taking, (cause, hell I dont feel the damn thing)is known only by he regal-ness.


Just waking up
Urg. Go away!

Her & Him

Just a bunch of pix laying around for no apparent reason, that didnt get sucked in to the blackhole on my bed.

Ok. Back to 'the hole'.

Now, I havent actually seen, nor felt the hole. But by votes cast in my compound, it is there. I think it is actually a female conspiracy to get a new bed. 'Cause my idea of just rotating the mattress was met with wide eyed ... 'NO'. Which in a sense was good, because the design of the damn mattress makes it go only one way. Brilliant idea, oh sealy post-ur-pedic. Or whateva company made the damn thing. Really, I could sleep on a bloody rock for all I care. If I am tired, it is lights out. But where was my brain when i bought a damn mattress that only goes one way? DOH! I mean the crappy thing rotates, but cant flip it, which is what most normal beds can do when you want to even out the wear on them, right?

But not mine.

So in the end, I will have to go bed hunting. Which of course at this time of year really sucks, because it aint like I have enough free time anyway.

I came up with an alternative, 'tho.

My brillant plan was to take some sand, add some water, and make like a little lagoon in the said 'hole area'.

If looks could kill, I'd be pushing up daisies. Needless to say she didnt think that was to great a plan.

My ass fits nicely in 'the hole'.

Good night.

Aloha!

Babooze.

Kinda means 'fool' or foolish. Slang. As in : "Hey! You stay making like one babooze!"

So you kinda know where this is gonna go.

Yep.

I had OT at Firecom, and regular 24 hour shift, plus the pinkishness hell that is jobbo #2. So after 36 hours at Firecom, and pink flamingos on my brain, my highness wants a new bed.

Huh?

Why? And a well placed "What the fuck?" Got yours truly in that steamy bath that is hot water.

No biggee, but when push comes to shove, I get laid....out. Some point in time, I will garner a backbone. For now, its just WTF?

Progressing backwards, it has become my forte to be the taker of the calls to Firecom from the....less sane members of society. Why on earth they get me, who knows? Call it instant karma, or oatmeal, whatevers, I get the winners. Like the latest one -

Good afternoon, Firecom, Firefighter M*******, how may I help you?

- Well, I have a situation here, and it is not a emergency, but I have a question.

(I should have known right away, since she was already calling on the non-emergency number, that I was in deep shit.)

Yes Mam, what is your question?

- I am allergic and sensitive to everything, and I dont use the soap you use, I make my own sunscreen, and I have this tennant, and there is a flourescent light bulb that I found broken behind a couch, that has a powder out of it, and I need to know what that powder is, and is it Hazmat? and who will clean it up? It is radioactive, you know.

(dear god, why me?)

Um, Mam, the bulb is broken? The powder is not dangerous, but if you are sensitive to everything....( i get interrupted)

- I didnt say I was sensitive to everything, what is that powder?

Mam, off the top of my head, I am not sure. But I know that it isnt dangerous, but if you are as sensitive as you say you are, I would have someone else clean it up, and...(interrupted again)

- So you dont know what it is? I think I need to speak to Hazmat. It is radioactive stuff in there. It is 25 years old, that bulb.

(I mean What The Fuck? You date the damn thing?! - then I put 2 + 2 together, and realize she wants someone to clean the crap up for her, and doesnt want to hire someone to do it, if she is truly sooooooo sensitive)

If indeed you are so sensitive to chemicals, I would hire someone to clean it and...(again, interrupted)

- Look, lets get back to reality...

(Now I am irritated. So I interrupt her.)

Yes, Mam, how bout we do that? Lets return to reality.

- You dont know what that powder is? And it is radioactive. I want to speak to Hazmat.

Mam, there is nothing in that bulb that is radioactive, There is nothing in it to cause you harm. I wouldnt go snorting the powder, or licking the floor where it is. But in your case, I would hire someone to clean the situation up, and be done with it. Also Mam, the department does not clean up Hazardous Material incidents, we just mitigate them. A outside agency cleans up any and all Hazmat alarms.

( I now know she isnt paying one moments attention to me)

- I cant get someone to clean it up. Its radioactive powder. I want to speak to Hazmat. Connect me.

We dont connect you to them, but I will give you the number to the Captain.....It is 5**-****.

- Wait! I ...paper..is blowing. Dont....wait. (various noises of scrambling and paper shuffling)....Ok. 5 ....?

Is it windy?

- Yes, and I dont want the radioactive powder blowing around, that is why it needs to be cleaned up!

Did you think of - closing the window!!!???

- No. What is that number?

5**-****.

- And thats Hazmat?

Yes.

- They will clean it up?

Nope.

- Why not?

(ARAAAAARARARAGGGGGGGH)

Because, Mam, it is not hazardous, and we dont do clean up.

- It is radioactive, you know.

Mam, is there anything else?

- I am allergic to radioactive stuff.

Yes, Mam.

- Make my own soap, you know. and my own sunscreen.

(are you drinking that shit????)

Yes....Mam.

- So who is coming?

NO ONE. We dont do clean up of broken light bulbs that are not dangerous.

- It is radioactive.

...............................Click....................Bzzzzzz.

When I get back on Thursday, I imagine the Hazmat Captain she talked to will want to know....WTF!

You all be good.

I am trying.

Radioactive; I am, ya know.

Aloha!

You WERE S.C.

13-9.

I hate to gloat.

And USC fans, sorry. But in general you are arrogant fucks. Your fans proved it immensely when you came here last time around.

Calling you arrogant fucks is being nice.

You whipped Hawaii's ass, yes indeed.

And yours got handed to you today.

By who?

By UCLA.

Unranked.

College football is great.

Watching U S C lose; P R I C E L E S S!!!!!

Say Aloha! to your BCS championship!


Gloat.


Aloha.