2010

Just some shots and stuff from the past 365 days that I liked.








See ya in a few (like 36) hours.

Work, as usual, beckons.

Happy Holidaze

I love these guys/girls so much.

Wish I could just run away.

"Lemme help you, bro!"

For use in 15 years

^^^^^^^ Busted! ^^^^^^^

Safety 1st

He was detemined to ride on top of the damn car.

ER, here we come again.

Some shots from today

And so it goes.

Wet and wonderful small kine BS in the water (guys that dont have Aloha) but all in all OK.

Shoots.

Tourism 101

Huge


At the pink hell, they have 'parking lock-outs' they dont allow employees to park in the 7 floor parking structure for certain hours. The past 3 days have been such. So intead of paying 2 bucks to park (w/ appropo stamp) you can 1. Catch the bus (cant do that it doesnt go to my house at 11PM)2. pay 8 bucks to park IN THE SAME STRUCTURE (Uh, no thanks FUCK YOU) 3. Park on the street and risk a ticket since you cant feed the meter. 4. Hope it is Sunday and dont have to feed the meter. Ta Da!

Today is of course, Sunday.


The Shoppers


So after looking for 20 minutes, and wasting 10 dollars in gas (approx, cause like I fucking know) I find a spot.

Whooooo hoooo.

And as I get out, this gaggle of young Japanese Tourist girls are asking directions. Let me give a quick synopsis of Japanese Tourist girls. Either thay are rich and from the city, or OK,($ wise) and from the country - and have horrid teeth. The rich are pretentious, but polite, the country girls are shy or, as a group, fairly insane.

The area where I parked is not the BEST area in Waikiki. As a matteer of fact, it sucks. It is a little crack head haven for the most part.

So the gaggle asks for directions to the Duty Free shop that is right on the way to the hell-known-as-pink. So I tell them. In years past, I probably would have given obscure landmarks and wrong turns, but I declined. This group was happy, polite, and giggling to a fault. I know it aint my demeanor, nor cologne, for sure.

So after that,they basically tailed me all the way to the Duty Free Shop. And then they asked to take MY picture. I am a dork. Why would anyone with half a brain want the memory of a dweeble like me in their photos? What has the world come to?

So I took one of them, there were sooo many of 'em I couldnt fit 'em all in the BlackBerry screen.

I hope they shop, have fun, and keep smiling.

My part of Aloha.

Issueade

Let's Brush

Life gives you issues; make issueade.

Imagine that is a good recipe. Might as well, since you cant make shit out of anger.

Concentration

Draw up the papers; sign on the dotted line.

See what happens when you do not know how to say No.

Should be interesting.

Not really.

Prolonged long enough I reckon.

Surf is going off.

I should be too.

But nah, fuck it; aint worth it.

Sunrise on the way home from work

2 shots on the way home from work.





Small joy, I guess.

Return To Abnormal

No guts; No glory.

KJ stiched up

Tofu Grinds.

Fried Tofu blocks.


KJ & Mai Fave

Firm Tofu, Egg washed, Panko Flakes & Furukake (seaweed and sesame seeds chopped)
Dipping sauce - Shoyu, Lime juice (fresh squeezed!) sesame oil and garlic.

Fried in Olive Oil & Sesame Oil & Garlic.

Pretty Good.

Never mind the "experienced" pan.

And we made our first trip to the ER this evening.....4 stitches....Brave as brave can be....so good, hardly cried. What a champ.

IDK

Tofurkey

Boys at the beach; Mai and Kiana to the Big Island for T-Day w/ my parents and Aunt and Uncle.

OTH, I got arrested on the 20th for fighting with my son.

Not real thankful at the moment for meself, but thankful for the health of the kids.

Kolohe

He is a rascal; of course all are at 2.





Sometimes it seems like I barley have enough time to shit and get of the pot in one smooth move.

Like I have ever been "smooth"

In the everyday world that is my asylum, it never ceases to amaze/amuse me the general SHIT the guys get into. Not only them, Kiana, and Mai too. It is just the girls have a diffrent version (2.0) than the (we) guys have. They.....forget....they....misplace.....they have their picture under 'blonde'....you get the picture. I call it "fortunate forgetting" they never forget what they want, they forget what they are responsible for.

Anyway.

Back to the picture subject - Keek-a-roo, Kekoa. He is just a whirling dervish of destruction, energy and bedlam.

Like all 2 y/o's. I reckon he will mature about the same as Kaleo, when school starts and the 'school' factor factors in. (geez, cant use other words?) Pshaw. The seperation factor. Thats wtf I meant. Kaleo had that. everybody tried to freak. Shit he dealt with now it is like get outta here; I'm with my friends at school....Big boy and all that.

So Keek's destructive, self centered behavoir will subside, and he will use his talent for invented speech (Big Fruck is gonna go over great in school) I can see the letters already. He is a typical no rules, no responsibilities, change my diapers, feed me Seynour, kid.

Of course.

Aloha.

Scaring the horses

Not ready for the glue factory yet...




...but damn I am run down, beat the hell up, and sneezing my ass, and such.

Beer for my glasses, whiskey for my band.

Keeks skidding outta control to the sidewalk, and Kaleo spawning from the water.

It dont kill ya, it'll only make ya stronger?

Who the fark said that?

I got a complaint to file with that mofo.

Shoots then.

* i really, REALLY am begining to dislike the pink.

No?

Pshaw.

Kualoa Ranch Excursion/Halloween

Halloween & Kualoa Ranch Excursion




Kaleo and class went to Kualoa Ranch for an excursion.




Out sick w/ the flu for a week.

Being sick sucks.

Fruit Day

Today it was share a snack day for pre-schooler Kaleo. Kolohe Papa went with a array of fruitage. And knives. And Round-shaped scoopy thing. And small knife.

Pineapple/Bananas/Pears/Watermelon

Thankfully, I did the cutting of the fruit, and not myself.

These teachers are amazing.

They asked Please, Mahalo (thank you) Ai (yes) May I be excused? Pushed in chairs, wiped faces and tables.

It was all I could do to not blubber like a seal being clubbed.

Seriously.

Damn.

Papa has marbles?

So I planned on taking pix of the whole day journey today; Maile thought (and said so out loud to my Daughter - in - law) "that Dad has lost his marbles"....

To which Kaleo dead panned in all serious voice -

"Papa has Marbles?"

Yes. And they are lost.

Todays events in no particular order - - - - -


It wont begin with me thats for sure.
Pink Hell.
Japanese tourist wedding in 90% humdity and 89 degree heat....Mmmmmm.
Japanese tourist in standard strange Japanese tourist T-Shirts.
Kiana's Grill
Shop lifter.
Mai going to skool
Ham on skool pic day. Jesus help me.
Ham and bro just leaving for skool.


My life revolves around a conspiracy tomake me lose my marbles.

Aloha.

Better than sex.

There is very little for me to say on surfing that hasnt been said by others before me.

There, out in the water, is like being born. Cliche? Yeah. True? Probably. That whole expanse of water waiting to drill you into the abyss of blue and darkness that when controlled, is nothing but bright and light.

Imagine the most nervous first kiss you ever attempted. How those nerves piled up from the depths of your desire and want; how tingley shmingley that felt. Maybe you felt in tune with the whole universe once. Maybe the most mind blowing orgasm.

Like walking into the public naked in a dream, your mind and feelings exploding in dread and fear, yet in awe of the situation you have yourself in.

I always say a prayer and make the sign of the cross (good catholic boy ya know) on entering the realm she presents.

Prayers before sex.

Pleasure of another is all that matters; you dedicate your folding body to the needs of another; wanting only to give ofyoursel to anothers enjoyment.

Water washes the shit away; no detergent no bleach can takeout the filth of now-a-days strife and hatred. In the water, everyone gets their turn. Your bank accounts are irrelevant.

You are possesed by another, onewho will have their way with you.

And you'll like it.

And return or more.

Aloha.