Guess apologies are in order. Rants aside, excuse, eh? Never meant to offend nor worry.
Imu
Fact of the matter is, when you have many personalities in one abode, being the peacekeeper/head of da hale* (home) it gets a bit of juggling going down to keep ones sanity.
So sanity aside, I put my Playdoh brain mush back in its container and will step back into the world of niceness and flowers.
Maybe not.
But I will make a effort to remain positive amongst the excrement.
Ok?
Imu time
So the meat went into the Imu (underground oven) and came out all delicious and great. Lady C and Aunty R along with the queenines cousin did the cooking and digging with assistance from KJ.
There is nothing more dpressing than to know what is occuring in someones life and not being able to help. Help, when denied, is assistance forgotten. So be it. Cant make someone see what they dont want to. Wont stress about it if I can help it.
Gotta work anyway, and that will keep me on the even keel as long as I dont break my fingers snapping pencils at the pink.
You all be good, I will.
Aloha.
4 comments:
Was afraid we were heading down one of those ammonia and bleach roads when I read your last!
If you can't keep the keel even I promise to help bail!
alan
We need to create an anonymous task force. Intervention swappers? Wear ninja suits and kidnap people who need a good talking to.
I'll give Zilla a call and see if her suit's back from the cleaners.
*Husband Tom would be grateful for the instructions to this extraordinary method for cooking meat. Fire + meat? He can't help himself.
I was so stunned with envy last night when I stopped by that I couldn't even come up with a comment.
A frikkin' imu in your front yard. Hell Yes!!!
Oh man that bundle of pork looks so good and just thinking about it right now wrecked my keyboard. I'm still don't know where I'm gonna find enough paper towels to mop up all this drool.
If I tried that here the fire department would be out before it even got started.
Wanna send some of the pork? :D
imu insanity.
your photos make me miss papaikou, big time. (mmmmmm...kalua pork)
life with grown and growing-up children is much more intense than the baby, toddler, youngster stuff is, in my jaded and weary opinion.
take care, bud.
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