Wave of the day

Deep

From Hawaiianwatershots.com

Wet is where its at.

Aloha.

Happy November.

Birthday Happenings

Kiana (my granddaughter; step-grand?, anyway ohana member) had her Bday the other day, and that ment taking a day off from the pink to be around for the festivities.

Got a bouncer from my fellow firefighter *strawberry mafia*; which just fit between the house and the fence on the side of the yard. That was killer. Nothing like burning out the kids on air and bouncing, for hours.

Joe Cool

KJ was in top form, along with all the kids who came. Very well behaved keikis; no arguments, teasing or problems.

Give 'em 20 pounds of sugar right before Halloween, and I just bet the parents love us now.

Krackhead Klown

Now I am not one who has some kinda clown-phobia, but maybe I should. Krackhead the Klown was hired by my eldest, and damn if he wasnt the most flat-out stoney talking, bland as white melba toast guy.

His assistant, 'Krackhead2' want much better, but the kids were entertained, and filled with - cotton candy. More sugar!!!! Dentists must love Krackhead the Klown.

Most intresting thing about this dynamic duo, was Lady C's friend was coming by, after the Klowns were paid, and before she arrived, she saw the duo counting the money at the stop sign near our house.

Go, Krackhead, Go!~

Strangeness abounds.


The Compound

2 stories, no waiting. Can you believe 10 of us live here? And I am still sane?

Dont answer that.


Mai & KJ

All good, have a safe Halloween.

Aloha.

5

Maimai broke her phone by accident the other day, and I had to run by Cingular to figure out if I had insurance (yep) or not. Then learn how to turn it in, ya da ya da.

And that took me back by my old station, station #5. My old watch was/is on duty today, as I will be tomorrow. 5 was built in around 24AD, and refurbished as a Historic building right before I got assigned there, 11 years ago.

I drove by right when the guys were starting the work shift (0800) 'cause I had to kill a half and hour, and I had to take a dump. (sorry)

Wandering in, I said Hi and High-fived, and went and took my crap. (sorry again) The guys were finishing clean up. Of course, the fellow firefighter that took what was supposed to be my position on the back of the ladder was there, and I knew he knew the shibai (BS) he pulled in order to get that spot.

And so does the whole department.

There are many forms of communication.

Telephone
Telegraph.
and Tell-a-fireman.

There are no secrets in the firehouse.

In an uneasy "see i see ya" moment, passed, I headed out the door to go to Cingular, which means I have to exit through the apparatus floor, where the trucks are, and get to the parking lot.

There was a lady standing by her car, just exiting.

She runs up to me and says if she can get some first aid for her friend, who is in the car.

Sure, "what happened?"

"She ...ripped off her toe in the door at home"

Okaaaaaaay.

So I go to the car, and lift up the lady, and carry her into the Station. All the guys run up to assist, and in the process, I get blood all over the shirt (white, of course) that i am wearing.

At least she had the toe, and put it in ice, in a bag.

Everybody works together, and all things aside go away, when duty calls.

I kinda miss the station.

Aloha.

Brothers In Arms

Pix used w/out permission from Satans Laundromat

From 666 Laundromat

Mahalo's to 666 Laundromat - For the pix. - Unbelievable. Chills.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15428042/

4 Firefighters die in California.

And the fire will still rage, and come dawn others will take their place.

Still others will return to the station and pack the victims things, console the loved ones, and go to work.

*****

You can feel the air.

It will wrap around your protective gear, and accelerate every sense you have, and you will not know how to describe it.

Not to your fellow firefighter, not to your loved ones.

Not even to your self.

You are entrusted with a job to do, and that is to contain a living, killing machine.

Heat that is intense; that invades the scientific protection that surrounds you; costing thousnads of dollars, does nothing to stem the heat.

You will literally feel your skin begin to boil.

*****

Sitting inside a rig, and having that intensity wash over you and your brothers....



****

As I sit in Honolulu, at my second job, so I can afford to live here.

And the cast and crew of the show "Lost" is here.

And they are bitching about the humidity.

Fucktards.

Fucking values.

Fucking Fucktards.

Just about had it.

Just Fucking about.

****

Try to forgive my anger, it is the absurdity of these people, the lack of reality that they exsist in, the fact that the amount of dollars they are paid to 'act', all rolled up into me and has come out spewing.

*****

Prayers.

Please.

for them.

Aloha.

XXL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uk6GpgtFjQ

Enjoy.

Whose counting?

It's 33 years today, kiddo.

We met, we kissed.

I saw you in church the next day.

You had your half-assed smile on.


"Best Wishes"


I'd die for that smile.

Really.

I love you so very very much.

You drive me nuts with your own patented brand of insanity.

And I, you, with mine.

You worry about the surfing, I know.

But thats what makes me ...me.

Loving you forever, or at least till we can have raunchy sex at 80.

Always 143.

But special occasions mean "best wishes" - *wink*

Me Ke Aloha Pumehana.

The Laundromat

Lady C is off on Sundays and Mondays. When I dont have Firecom on Sundays, we try to sleep in. That means after 7AM, if we are lucky/lock the Bedroom door. So no Firecom this AM, but the stifling pink now.

Anywhose, somewhere around 6ish, my bladder decided it was in need of emptying. So empty; it got. I could hear young girl voices in the parlor/TV/computer area, which is just outside our door. The Damn Dog Sadie wanted to go out as well, so awake we are. Open the door, and heres Mai & K on the computer, doin' what girls do. So I tell Mai to get a cracking on the room and laundry duties, before I go and harvest some breakfast chow.

So I get the attitude shot back in glares and eye-rollings, and at this point in time, it is the last (fucking) thing I need, especially before coffee. More attitude and grumblings later, I enter her room/pig sty to find not 1, not 4, not 12, but 27 dirty towels.

that's TWENTY SEVEN.

In a week.

Its gonna be a long morning. Soooooooooo, I gather up all the towels (crap) and figure it is gonna take me all day to wash, dry and that stuff to finish.

Screw that.

So I am off to the Laundromat.

Great.

Not only do I have 95,000 pounds of towels to wash, I gotta drive the bastards there. Of course, the closest one is all the way into town, about 10 miles, and of course as well, it is full.

So on to the next one.

Another couple miles, and it isn't full.

So I load up the washer, and thats 1. But all the other washers are in use. So I go to the Super-Duper-Jumbo-monstrous 35 pounder version of a washer on steroids, and pack the other 20 towels into it. (with room to spare)

And its washa-washa-washa time.

Of course the jumbo washer leaks, and I gotta put a bucket under the door to catch it, but the attendant says that that is normal.

OK. So you wait. And the clientele is as varied as the colors of the rainbow. A Micronesian family, a Samoan family, a older well dressed Japanese gent, a Korean golfer dude, some assortment of kids, 2 flaming gay guys, and 3 psychologically challenged older ladies, wearing Mardi-Gras beads, carrying all the supplies and clothes in 3 shopping carts.

And the RN.

I guess since I had a Riverside Fire Dept. shirt on, she decided to ask if I was a paramedic, and a Fireman. OK, yes I am. So for the next 15 minutes, I got to find out (because after I answered, I never got a chance to say another word) how she -

1. Is a RN
2. Works out of her car.
3. Travels weekly between Oahu and the mainland, nursing.
4. The mainland pay is better.
5. The working conditions here are 3rd world.
6. The weather is muggy.
7. Rain.
8. That vet nurses make more than regular nurses.
9. That change you find in patients beds is considered property of the Hospital.
10. And thats why she does her laundry only with dollar bills.

OK.

Being that the machines only take coins, I kinda had my doubts on that last one, but who am I to doubt it?

So after this brilliant encounter, I excused myself to load my 54 billion pounds of towels into the dryers.

Ever try to dry 75 gazillion pounds of towels a 25 cents for 7 minutes?

It costs like 9 or 10 bucks, and thats if you watch the damn thing, and load the driest ones into the hottest dryer.

Being that it was a Laundromat, I kinda figured the dryers might be hot, but Nooooooooooooooope. Only may 1 dryer outta 4 was really that hot.

Of course I had to wonder why.

And you know me, wonder is bad for me. Wondering gets me into mischief.

Today, wonder got me into the inner sanctum of the darkside of the Laundromat world.

It is called Lint.

Nobody cleans the lint.

So the motherfricking dryer all run, and run, and run, never drying shit.

So I disassembled my 3 non-heating dryers front doors, and cleaned the lint.

Which of course, everyone else saw, which I then had to do for all the other 20 some odd dryers that folks were using.

Guess what?

Laundromats dont like you cleaning the money making lint off the screens.

Just call me the Laundromat Robin-Hood, I guess.

And yeah, I gotta be the only person on the Island, and prolly the damn earth that is 86'd from a goddamn Laundromat.

Aloha.

Windows

I just thought this totally rocks. It is from 'bolt city' by Kazu Kubishi, he draws "Copper" that I have posted snips from before.

Think about it

Think on it. What windows are produced by others that we look through?

Aloha.

*****Dont like, stress on it, it just caught my addeled brain by surprise, so it cant be that deep.

It is so damn early

Its 254 in the morning.

Maile has a PSAT test in a few hours.

I am at Firecom, and it is quiet for a Friday.

It is raining out.

Im in a basement in paradise.

My knees ache.

In 2 days, it will be 34 years to the day that I met Lady C.

We were 13.

Things were simple

Now they are very complicated.

A bit depressed

Took Jesus for a ride, and he didnt buy no smokes.

Flicking ashes out the window

Better go; got alarms

Life never ceases to amaze, does it

Aloha

Appreciative

Mahalo


All said and done,

Mahalo.


Aloha.

School, Surf, Work

Maimai is back to school after her time off (due to year round sched) So i gots up at dawn and drove her spoiled arse to school, actually i enjoy this task very much. It gives me time with her (when she aint moody) to talk story with her 'bout stuffs. If she touches the radio/CD player with out asking, it stays on NPR news the whole way, she always asks, so it goes to the Hip-Hop most mornings. Funny thing is sometimes, she leaves it on NPR when there is intresting stuff on, and we listen the whole ride together.

Or I make Pffffffftttt! noises about her choice of tuneage.

And she calls me old.

Surfed again this AM, no Kommandant awake to stop me. Bwhahaha.

Dawn
Waves
Thanks

No time for anything else

Aloha.

Knots, Trucks, and almost stupid.

When I got onto the Fire Dept., I had to learn a great deal of knots. This is a relatively simple task, needing only repitition. Knots are usually 'finished' and presented in a set way. Usually done from a right handed view. I am right handed.

It is my brain that is left handed.


New 1

You see, all my knots were and still are, backwards. All of 'em. If a bowline is supposed to be finished with a clove hitch on the front to the right, mine will be the complete opposite.

So me and knots have this understanding - I dont bother you, and you dont bitch about me being assbackwards.

The greatest knot is a 'truckers hitch' - You can secure and tie down almost anything, it is one knot that I love.

But it doesnt help if you are toooooooo stoooooopid to use it.

Well, you can use it, albeit late (as in on the freeway, as you are driving home, in the right hand emergency lane)

Because you were too stupid to know a 600+ pound box isnt going to remain standing straight up as you drive down the freeway up and over hills.

It seemed like it would.

So 5 minutes into driving this behemoth home, and my eyes glued to the rearview mirror, I see it rock back wards - almost to the point where I can see the bottom of the damn box. NO SHIT SHERLOCK!

So I apply the brakes, and the box tilts back.

Now I have almost had a heart attack, cause the damn thing cost 1200 frikkin dollars, and I have almost ruined it, along with the bed and tailgate of my truck.

I drove homw with a heart rate of about 200, and a BP of 200 over damn 200 just about.

After I tied the damn thing down.

On the side of the freeway.

With traffic.

Before going to work.

With a knot.

Using my left handed brain.

Aloha.

Morning Surf

Bay Surf Lines
Clean
Take Off


Gotta work.


Aloha.

Tripping over the plug, and other oddities

Having the DT's on a sunday morning is cause for alarm, especially if you dont drink. Shit. Maybe I dooooo drink toooo much. OK. So I slept through the damn earthquake. Didnt really matter, tho' as "Son #1" came barging into my room, all distressed saying the earth is moving(think chicken little), and at the exact same time is my Mom calling from Kamuela (Big Island)all hysterical like, cause Dad is across the street at the school, so shes panicked.

Good morning Mark.

(deep breath) Then, the small after shock gets rumbling through the house; and I think I ate bad fish; but alas, it is the earth rolling again. Soooooo, (deep breath)now the entire house is alarmed, and worried - and the phones are ringing, and family from the Big Isle is calling, and I am trying to calm my Mom down on the phone, and 'The Damn Dog Sadie' is yelping, and (i havent had coffee yet) the for god knows what reason, the car alarms are going off in my garage, KJ is up, (but of course he could care less, cause he is just cruising, watching everyone else go bonkers) ... And I am wondering why the hell am I up so early.

Deep Breath.

Soooooooooo, I figure I better call FireCom and see if they are needing help, and see if OT is up to work. Cant get through, so I call Station 5 (Kaimuki) to see if they know of how things are going at FireCom. Can not get through there either. As now the phones are dead. Finally get through, they are getting pounded, but the higher ups wont OK any OT. Go figure. So wait out the day, no power, but make do with cook out style, and we have a gas range, so that was cool.

More Air!

So I go to the pink early, god, why ???? only to find out that Mauimama and her bridal party are having their wedding today and it is raining, no power, and well....They will for sure never forget the date... One of the sweetest couples I have had the pleasure of meeting, Sandy and her husband, more on that when I can remember. *wink*


So the pink goes out and doles out a $26.00 buffet in the surfroom. No power. Thats twenty-six bucks. Did over 12K in business, and almost 600 covers.

Money talks.

Damn, and then today, I had to buy another fridge.

I almost lost it on the freeway coming home in my truck.

KEY WORD - A L M O S T.

Get to that, tomorrow.

Shoots then, I gotta work this pinkness off.

Aloha. and Mahalo's.

Shaking 2

Hey, howzit!

OK, first - The C & C of Honolulu didnt want me for overtime at Firecom. The boys there got pounded. Go figure.

So off to the pink. Mauimama is in town for a wedding at the - - PINK!

What a sweetheart. More on that at a later date.

Perspective -

A hotel will do whatever it can to make a buck.

Jeezus, you wont believe the crap.

Maui mama - at least the bride and groom will never forget the date.

Aloha all.

(nothing like hijacking a computer to post on your blog)


Bwahahahahahaha.


*devious winks*

Shakin'

Its all good here.

Momhawaiianmark & Dad on da big isle are bonzers, they got me up @ 708AM with the "shakes"

We did some rumbing here, but all good, cept no more electricity.

And yeah, I am at work.

Disasters cont have days off!

Thanks for the aloha over the miles!!!!!

Try to let anyone know 'bout anything or anyone if ya needs, drop a comment I will try to answer.

Aloha.

You really dont want to know ...

Sunset over the home bay

I wrote a whole spiel on it, but i deleted it.
The venom's out.



Aloha.

Shiftless when I am idle

Nailed a morning session after getting off-duty. Home at 715, in the water by 730. No traffic on the journey home, say Aloha to KJ, kiss whats her name, and out the door.

Stellar conditions, no wind and surf to be had.

Got the Pink now, and OT 12 hour tomorrow at Fire. Then right back to the Pink till 2300.

Busy.

Time to rinse!

Mr. KJ & Tutu Checkin' da fishes

Clean Dawn

More

More

Still More

Another

Finish

Aloha, as da usuals.

Color Me Impressed

Feed Me.


Who's Zoomin' who?

Another day goes by, and more fun occurs.

So burned out, so fried, so exhausted. Sickness will do that I reckon' Just dont have the spark in the engine that drives the vehicle that is me.

KJ is almost four-wheeling. Got the get up, got the strength, pity the fool that gets in Champy's way. Still working on the coordination. Knee, hand, arm, move! So far we are turning circles, all with the brightest smile and coo's.

I am a bowl of day old Poi. Just a mush of squirrely guts floating around in the glow of this keikis charms. Ol' blue eyed Hawaiian gets the job done. Nary a peep of complaint, nary a cry of need.

Blessed beyond measure. (kudos and Mahalos to Mauimama for that one!)

Pink is settling the contract as I type. Whooo-hooo. 25cents more per hour, or whatever.

My bad attitude is in need of refreshing, and 24 tomorrow.

Oh joy.

Aloha!

I before C, except after 'diot'

I is for Idiot,

But hell, lets not fret on that! Our KJ dude is eating right outta the dog food bowl! (not really, but it sounds like something I would let him do) The Mamamilk has done dried up, and formula is leaving him shall we say - unfulfilled?

So spoons aloft, he is starting his voyage into eating! Yes siree, food is good, and smashed up variety of foods is even better! Poi is coming on the menu as soon as I can get some real fresh kine. And then ..... whoo hooo...Splatter kiddie shits! Baby poo yellow stinkers!

And I get to give him back to his parents with a FULL LOAD!!!!

Of course I wouldnt do that.

***(Hehehehehe.)***

Other than working, working, and did I mention, working? Got sick as well. Damn 24 hours in air conditioned hell, and Lady C sick, I guess it is to be expected. But I never really get sick, so I dont take too kindly to evil germ-nads invading my personal space. So I decided it is time for them to go.

They didnt heed my warnings, none the less, they have been forced out. In not the kindest fashion.

You see, I figure, that the bastards came in one way, they sure as hell can leave another route. And I will roto - rooter them out, by damn!

So rather than going to the Doctor, I venture to the innards of our medicine cabinet, which is chock-full of various vitamins and chemical elixirs. So if 1 is good, 2 is always better.

Start by a dose of Echinacea, hell, take 3! Whatever the MG's! Combo that with a flash of Vitamin C- 2000MG'S - no waiting! B-12 ? Sure! 3 ?, ah hell, 4 came out...Take all 4! Folic Acid? WTF is that for? Hell, take it too! Vitamin E? Eh, bunch a these should do something, and what about these...what the hell are they?....Oh Gingko Biloba stuff or something. Hell, might as well! Tylenol, OK. Wash down with a huge glass of OJ. Follow that up with another glass of Guava Juice.

Stir.

Sleep.

Shit.

A Lot.

Oh maybe more than alot.

Oh maybe like plenty more than alot.

Exactly how many times you flush the john at home is no matter.

But flush the John like 75 times at the local Costco, and you tend to draw attention.

But the germnads are gone.

Bastards!

Now I just got one sore Okole.

Is it me, or am I just like this all the time??

Dont answer that.

Aloha.


*flooosh*