Morning Session Surf

Ok. A few more. Almost the last, but at least there is some tale behind the pix. In the first following photo, the aging Lady C is fronting a mirror, adjusting her.....

NOSE PIERCING...

Yeah, thats what I said.

Now I didnt go buy a Porsche, nor did I trade her in for 2 20 y/o women (inside joke, having to do with the fact that we are both over 40) but she went and pierced her nose.

Yep.

So we go to the Orange County huge arse swap meet, and she drops her shades on her ...

Nose Stud. (not me)

She then has to adjust the damn thing, and for the life of me, we cant stop laughing long enough to help her. So she gets a passerby (who has a nose ring) to help her.

God we are maladjusted.



Mid Life Crisis

The Bubble Guy was at the Huntington Beach Pier, casting bubbles from a homemade contraption that he invented. Totally mellow soul, who launched, invited and shared good karma with the kids who of course surrounded him.

Neat stuff.


Bubble Man


In Huntington, "said feces will be removed by said owner"

I guess.


Clean Your Doggie

Small clean morning session.

Responsibility calls....

Darn.

Clean
But Small


Aloha

Almost Sane

Wahine Mailelauli'i


Mai & Surf


Back at de hotel chem de fark, and almost pau (finished). Another amazing night of buffonery from the visitors -

"What soups do you have?"

-French Onion, & New England Clam Chowder

"You dont have Broccoli? Or Tomato? Or a broth?"

-(if we did, I woulda SAID so) Nope.

"What Vitamin C Fruits do you have?"

-(what am I? - A chemist?) what type were you intrested in?

"How about a fruit mix? Do you have that?"

-(duh!) Yes, we do.

"Does the coffee come with cups, or just by itself?"

-(no for 13 dollars, we send an armed escort, in case you dont want to pay)-It comes in a carafe with 6-8 cups, that'd be IN the carafe.

"Where are the room service menus in this room?"

-(well, last time I checked, I didnt know the exact location for all 555 rooms...but) I will call house keeping and have one sent up

And on and on....

Gosh it is great to be back at the ol' grind.

Aloha.

Moron = Coulter

Back to the real world and I read this blurb from MSN.


(click da link title )


Really.

Words cant describe morons like this.

Well,

they can

but I dont want to offend females that actually have a heart/brain.

I mean....WTF?

Aloha.

Last Day Off

New Low Low Price,


You only gotta put up with a few more...

Beach'N Wahines

110% L O V E

Knott - a - sunset


Mini Mohawk-er

Aloha.

Biggest Word In The 'Dick & Jane' Books

Joy


It is 530AM and I awake to the terror of thinking I left the camera on the plane.

Lack of sleep does weird things to the brain.

Californy was nice. Like the sign said on the Fountain Valley PD car - "A nice place to live"

Fountain Valley has no fountains, and no valley.

Go figure.

Being stoopid like 'dat, I found myself driving at incredibly high speeds, (getting encouragement from the Grammy Lady C, (not) ) wondering when the sky was going to fall (its called FOG Mark)Seeing the beauty of a young love sprout wings, fall, and rise up to fly again. Driving the continent-dwellers crazy by saying Thank You waaaaaaaaayyyy more than they ever heard before.

Saw the incredible amount of love, dedication and fortitude it takes to raise a child with Cerebral Palsy, (you rock, bro, you absolutely, totally fricking' rock)

Drank waaayyy too many adult beverages.

and did alot of....

L O O K

'cause it is the biggest word in the Dick & Jane books.

Sometimes you look out,

Sometimes..


In.


Aloha.

Sand in the slippers

The whole crew, (grammie2 is working)

How Ya Doin'!!

Showing where lunch funds come from

Grammy spoiling


Back home and all are well. Soon to post as many as I can fit, blogger acting up for some reason now.

Big thanks to all the families.

'specially The Mora's , Scotty J and crew.

Kaleo James says lots of Aloha.

(us guys too)

Aloha.

Homeward bound

Soon back to the rock.


Flight time


Aloha, more than more photos to come

Take Me Home...Soon...Please....

See you all sooon..........

Biking

pier

dont lose your board

Aloha

Huntington Beach, California

Kaleo James In da House
Kaleo James has showed up for the new millenium.

California will never be the same.

Pix as soon as I rip the camera from Lady C

Aloha.

Diver

Ocean water awaits. Diving into the ocean, anytime, becomes a new experience. Never the same, always different.

So tomorrow I dive into grandpappyhood.

What is it going to be like? I have not a clue. It will be like that first leap into anything. Trepidation. Concern. Worry like shit.

I am a fixer. Fix dis and fix dat. What I excel at is fixing the disasters of my/our time. I could do without the knowledge.

Where would I be without the knowledge? Prolly pretty far off the cusp. Maybe not able to accept and handle the deals that are dealt. Am I dealt poorly? Nada. You play with what you get handed. It wont always be perfection, it wont always be glowing. But you take that, and multiply the crap outta it, and come up spades.

And always pray for a fullhouse.

And if you dont get the fullhouse, you bluff 'em til they fold.

And if they call your bluff, you come back, suck up the loss...

And play again.

All under a steely eyed glare of determination.

Conviction.

Dedication.

Belief.

What seperates mere exsistence from from full-on joyous living.

It is in you.

(gatorade stole the shit from me)

All peace this memorial day weekend to you all, and god save California, we be coming.

Aloha.

The Surfing Cure-all

Went surfing today.


Blue Room Cure


The crew, (Lady C & Eldest) leave 'morrow. Me and the Kiddo on Wed.

Saw a pod of Dolphins in the water this morning.

Caught a bunch of stress releasers.

Work at her pinkness now.

Surfing, sun, some waves and some time to ponder what is ponderable.

Back to center.

Aloha.

Damage, Inc.

In all life some rain must fall. Somebody said that, someone much wiser tham myself. Someone with a whole bunch of experience in life.

The past bunch of days has had - 36 hours at Firecom, Nuclear meltdown at the homestead, unreal frustration levels with the Lady C, mega-stressed out-o-finout-o 911 calls, (mothers day was not happy for 1 family, details left unsaid), No mothers day swell relief for this pup, (altho' Monday looks promising) Taxation supreme for my stress level.

Other than that it is friggin' great.

Kaleo James, (grandson yet to show-up) is on the verge. Which means -

1. I gotta make res for LA.
2. Float 4 pax, and deal with the scared-e cat Lady C.
3. Figger out how the hell to do all that w/out going bonkers.

Add to the mix - the Hotel De Heckage and our unions contract is up, so negotiations are on going. The last strike was pre-fire employ, which had me working construction and reeling in tiredness.

Hmmm. More, please.

The kiddo Maimai is stressing, which has manifested itself in the act of cutting. Wonderful. Talks with, and over this, has resulted in nothing but dire worries for moi, not sure what to call the Lady C's reaction, sorta kinda like 'nuke' Depression is not the issue, more attention getting, I guess. Not like the timing coulda been better.

Lesseee, anything else?

Shit yeah. Interviews for another promotion are peeking around the corner, which means - Could be interviewed. Could be moved. Could stay. Could move laterally, (back to the companies vs. Firecom) Could just lose all around and get shanghighed.

Nuts.

It really is.

Sun'll come up, I will make the rez, The kiddo will be OK, and we will go see the Grandkeiki become part of the Ohana (family)...

And it will start all over again.

Strength.

It is the other white meat.

(or was that just my arse?)

Weekend goodness to all.

Aloha.

Mom's day & Mom's Day Swell

One day I was listening to Neil Young singing about "sitting under the stairs thorwing out some glares" from I am a child and Momhawaiianmark said -

..."That'd have been me"

It took a moment to sink as far in as it needed to. Then Mom and I had the longest talk.

She started telling me of her childhood, growing up in Sabetha, Kansas, and Bern, Kansas. What it was like to lose her Dad to a industrial accident at the John Deere factory when she was 13. How people treated her, as the olive skinned; curly haired sister of a blonde haired, blue eyed sis. How the taunts hurt. It let me in on the molding of her life. Why she carried herself with a grace and enthusiasim for everything. From her religion, to her thoughts on equality of mankind. How her beauty led her to be a homecoming queen for Bowling Green. The life of a stewardess for United, the people she met doing that. How she met my Dad. The life her Mom led in raising 2 daughters, sans husband.

Momhawaiianmark gave me insight to passion. The passion that exsists between two persons. The passion that exsists in art. Passion for sports, gardening, baking, reading. Plain old, unadulterated passion. Mom is like 76 now. She weighs in at about 100 lbs soaking wet. She rocks. She gets up early, works her beloved arse off at saving, cleaning, cooking for my Dad. And my Dad showers her with love. She has no needs besides him at her side. When I played football, soccer, and ran track, she was always there. She cheered louder than anyone her size should be able to. She always pulls for the underdog.

She digs a good bottle of wine.

All Moms got heart, care and forgiveness embeded in the minds the own.

My luck is she shared.

Love ya, Mom.


*******

As sure as the Sunday for Moms day brings corsages, leis, and brunch buffets, there is usually a Moms Day surf swell.

Might be late this year, but it will come. It always does.

***********

Big time Aloha to all the Moms out there.

Aloha.

Pocket Door Terror

Neil, click the title for article link


Our master bedroom has (had) a pocket door. You know, the kind that slide into a recess in the wall? Usually used for bathrooms, to save space, or just to make a small space more user friendly. Being that a regular door on average takes up 10 square feet. (open, close, like dat!)

The aforementioned Evil Contractor Curt who, not on my dime, did the renovation for my MIL to the tune of 12K, did the pocket door thingy for my now master bedroom.

The Evil Contractor Curt, who is my MIL's nephew, likes pocket doors. Apparently, he had a kick back program going with Lowes, as he purchased all the materials from there. (I wont mention that Lowes is the FURTHEST home improvement center from our home) So The Evil Contractor Curt was always on the road, when he wasn't half-assing the renovation.

Lets bring into the picture; my lovely Lady C, who really, really hates our pocket door.

She hates the pocket door -

1. The Evil Contractor Curt put it in.
2. It doesn't have a lock that works real well.
3. See #1 as to why there is a #2.
4. I didn't get out of the house fast enough this morning.

Sooooooooooo - Lady C decides that, hell, today is a good day to put in a new door. I really shoulda left before dawn. Anywhooose, off to City Mill, the bane of my existence, for supplies and less than knowledgeable information. Sooooooooo - tear out pocket door. Measure, think, measure, think, (cup o' Joe), think. Give up on all sane thought. I am crazy, but I get the job done. (thanks, Ben Folds five)

Conversation -

Lady C- "I'll help you; it wont be too hard"

2Lefthands- "mummmble"

Lady C- "Okay, so first....(phone rings)"

3lefthands - "I need to get...(ninety million things together to do this project)"

Lady C- (on the phone for the next 2 hours)

Sooooooooo- Figure the damn thing out, spend all day doing it, of course, due to the EVIL CONTRACTOR CURT'S lack of measuring skills, the damn door way is not square.

Sooooooooo- Fixing that faux pas, finally shimmy, scrape and hone the thing in -

And it was time to go to work at Hellish Pinkish Wonderland.

Top it off, I had no gas in my truck.

And

I

Am...

I am.....

I am........

The Luckiest.

Tired Aloha's

Incoherent Yard Day

Day gotta start somewheres..................


Good morning sunshine



So three hours of sleep outta 24 hours of duty, and one can say they are incoherent. Drive home, settle the trials and tribulations of those whose haven I reside in. Oh, yeah, and it is yard day at the home.

Yard day.

Yard day actually started yesterday, when the problem eldest was home, working off the shmoola given to the GF for needs. Yard day tuned in for a cost. Oh, I guess you can buy love. (take that, Apple Records) - Yard day. It has a whole other connotation in the firehouse. We tend to the grounds of the house. It is part of our job description. All firehouses have a fair amount of grounds to landscape. I loved my old houses yard. Took alot of pride in yard day, and the firehouse showed it. My own home is always a work in progress.

I have plowed, dug, landscaped, planted, burrrowed, heaved, pushed, cut, burnt and maladjusted everything in my yard. Most of the plantings are of some sort of native Hawaiian species. Not all, but I try. Flowers, succulents, fruit trees. Hawaiian Green Rose, Pikakae, White Hibiscus. Naupaka, Red & White Ginger. Took down a 40' old mango tree that caused nothing but rubbish, and mangoes to high to reach without killing myself. Built a mound out of its root, since 30-40 years of mango tree has heavy amounts of roots. Used recycled cut lava wall rock from the firehouses remodel to dry lay a retaining wall. Gathered large stones for other retaining walls to terrace the steeply graded hill in the back of the house.

Purloined (didnt steal) over 600 concrete testers to build more retaining terraces on the same hill. Planted palms to hold water, and soil.

(if you are wondering what a concrete tester is, it is a 10 inch long, 5 inch circumfrence cylinder of concrete used to test a concrete mixes strength - weight for each is 35 lbs.)

It is the grey thing in the machine

So thats about 21,000 lbs of concrete that sits on my hill. That I put in, with the help of my nephew, and brother -in- law, via a rented truck. 21K of concrete. WTF was I thinking?

But I will digress from that bullshit, and focus on new improved bullcrap.

So i get home, and tired as a dog after a bath and a grooming, The Lady decides yard day will enter phase two. Day 2. Hauling the shit to the dump part.

I love having a truck.

(not)

Load up, haul off all assorted cuttings, branches, weeds, small animals (kidding), and various junk, all organic kine. The dump takes the green waste and makes compost (score one for Mom Nature)...But all the junk I have is pack into plastic bags, except for the large branches and shit.

Needless to say, I have to empty all the bags contents into the green waste pile, and but the plastic in the plastics pile. No big deal. On bag number 347, I kinda got sick of it.

I'm sorry, where the hell was I going with this? Oh yeah to get to some point. There us nothing that really feels as good as digging into the earth, be it the soil, or trimming a plant. It seems to be kinda meditative-like, or reversable zen. Reversable Zen? Yeah, you know, where instead of trance-like, you are focus' like. So intent on accomplishing, or completeing the task assigned. I always get ASSigned stuff. Thats for another rant day, perhaps. Earth, plants moving around in what is YOURS, a production from your own heart, feelings, abilities. Maybe thats why a bit of woe creeps up too. Just a manini (little) bit. The forest that was a hiding place for Gecko's, bugs, and birds has been down-sized. The bushiness trimmed, looking all respectable for the night on the town. ( I always say I do clean - up well, so I guess my yard should , too)...

A little grit under the nails, a sweat, and I futted out just around 130. Just came to a halt. Body said - " thats it, we are outta here ". I believe me, I zombied in, laid my dirty ass on the floor, and went into a coma. I didnt eve make it to the bedroom floor. I made it just inside the door. Surprised the cat didnt try to bury me. Woke, went to the shower, and.... voila! Pink Hotel diaries for the next 3 days. Surf more later in the 3 days, we will see.

But the yard is clean, and I am at her pinkness.

Water woulda been nice, tho'.

Aloha.

3 For 3

Called into work, and the nukes appeared. Oldest is lying thru his teeth, and being total ass. Lady C went to work, so as she wouldnt go richter on him. So i get to give a talk. God help me be calm. I will be in control, no matter the buttons pushed.

The best/worst thing about the surf this morning was that I saw a friends son out surfing, his Dad and i surfed together when the kids were small, always hoping theyd follow suit in the stoke. His did, my oldest is quickly falling by the way side. Jealous abit at when he said his Dad and he surf on the Big Island quite a bit.

Then all I was filled with was joy for him, and his dad.

Finding joy for my own child evades me, but that doesnt stop the quest for it.

Sometimes I hope for it to be right around the corner, but mostly I know the corner it is in will stay far away from the finder, until he becomes a real man.

You all be good.

Hearfelt Aloha's....


very
good
day
In the ocean


Yep, i am stoked.

It is always something

Two days in-a-row surf-a-rama! Goodness. Tired but salt water sinus cures all ills.



Fly In The Soup


Sinfest always makes me laugh/think.

Even in perfection is flaw. There were parts of this mornings foray into liquid high that were awesome. Cool blue pacific, huge arse rainbow over Diamond Head Crater. Turtle raising an aged head to peek at the invaders of his breakfast buffet. Bunch of silver bodied fish swimming in a school, that flashed a reflection so bright that it seared my eye. (ya know like looking at the sun kine)

Rain squalls and weirded out tides complicated the line-up, but passed. It was like Mom nature was testing to see if I wanted it bad enough. Suffer; surfer. Winds blew cold, chopped up the sea, and the sun hid. Then it would pass, share some delights, and do the cycle all over.

Had one other guy out at 730AM. He had been out since 6AM. We shared small kine talk, but for the most part, I just soaked in the solitude and meditation that I luckily gained. We shouted hoots to each others good waves. And passed the lulls paddling around to fetch a spot for a hopefully coming good one. Waited out the lulls, and got a bunch of satisfying waves. Tomorrow should be as good, or better. Gotta check how the winds will be AM, vs the PM hours. Feel like calling in at her pinkness, and surf for the day, get burnt, saltwater filled and satiated.

Everytime I do that tho' some nuclear reaction seem to take place at home, so I will do with a AM go, and a PM work. So be it. Always more to come.

Good day, sunshine, burnt nose, red eyes, and sore muscles.

Cant ask for anything more.

Perfection....with a side of mischief for good luck.

Aloha!

Delicately masculine

Wave Of The Day, Nias


So after getting out of the dungeon of firecom 24 hours of daze, I got to surf.

Surfed.

Oceanic pleasures for the soul.

So whats with the title then?

Hellifiknow.

Actually, I do. How to phrase what is being processed in the grey matter may take the long trail. (Like I know any other trails to explore) It makes no difference in this world to what we aspire. Who can say we all dont aspire to peace and love? Even the hatred mongers, they cant possibly spend 24/7 on hate. I mean, you would be shitting ulcers if you did, right? So even the 'damn 'em all crowd' has to have a spark of care in 'em. Really, how many times can you kick a dog?

So whats with the title? Toughness comes in many forms. Who can forget the guy in front of the tank in China? How many tanks have I stopped? Not many. The nuns, volunteers at the local soup kitchen, ladling out love and compassion for the needy? I havent ladled out much. Holding the hands of a small person, comforting. Any Mother enduring nine months for the moment of splendor.

Toughness. When you see it, it passes without notice. Real toughness doesnt come in bravado laced pronouncements. It comes on a whisper, a glance, a touch. I may be able to bench press a large amount of weight. If I can not touch the spirit of my fellow man and make it soar, what real good am I? Might be handy around the house to move furniture, but if I cant see the glory in the simple act of rain, what real strength do I posess?

Its good to own a set of balls. Everybody got them, some outwardly, some inwardly. Some wear them on there sleeves. Some act as though they live through them. Too bad. Never to know the power of having a "real" set of then has escaped them; Male or Female. I have probably said it before, and Todd Rundgren said it " Have the guts to stand for something or your gonna be trapped" He kinda shouted it, with Utopia. Owners of a real set stand for something, and are free by that stance.

My maimai is changing; shes a young lady/woman child. It is kinda hard to take the blues with the goldens, but , eh, I will make it. I wonder if she knows how tough she has to be? How strong her convictions will need to be cemented in her own forms of beliefs? Will we be the ones to increase her strength, or dilute it?

Ah, yeah, a surf.

It gets a mind running.

Sometimes too far, sometimes too scattered, but always...on the good side.

Fondest Aloha.

Living With War

Neil takes it out on the 6 string, the prez, the lies, the thought police.

Click he link - live streaming entire album - (dont press stop or it restarts the whole album) Debuts on May 9th.

Killing It



no matter your politico's....We are being bullshitted

Yes, I am no einstein, agree, disagree...I am open to discussion.

Cause it is America.

Peace.

For once.

For fricking ever.

Aloha.

Reality Sucks.

While Neil is rocking our ass off with 'living with war' I am killing time at the hotel.

Smiling w/ Da Fishes


I am a grocery cart.

What Really Cost The MOST


MGM doesnt like it if you try to hump the golden lion.


No screwing with the MGM lion

I forgot to mention, I spent so much shopping, that they named a building after me.....


$ Talks


Back at the hotel, and ...well....just and.....Damn I WAS A NICE TOURIST

How you figure?

**WINK**

Aloha

April In Vegas

Vegas, April 2006.

Flight Out –
Hawaiian Air red eye to LV, in the front row, babied by the flight crew. Heinekens consumed = 5. Nice nap to wake in LV at 630. Fooled the respectful mate on how the heck we were going to go to The Cal, but had the Presidential limo lined up for a surprise. Mary our driver, (who for some reason, I called Rachel) was wonderful. Drove to the LV sign and got a snap.



Checked in to The Cal, and wondered around a bit. The first lady of shopping decided we should hop over to the premium outlets to spend some vacation monies. Met our first stranger of the trip while waiting for the stores to open. Young girl from Oklahoma, who said she had come to LV via Greyhound. Strangely dressed, along with 5 inch stiletto heels. She gave us the insider knowledge to - “not go to the casinos alone, or with someone else, cause you will get robbed” Hmmm? She let us in on the cost of greyhound for a student is 85 bucks, and that senior citizens pay about 240 bucks. So much for sanity. As she walked away, all I could notice was the huge blisters healing on the back of her feet. For all I know, she may have walked from Oklahoma.

So the wife gets her shopping fix in for the moment, and we head back to Dtown.

Room still not ready, so grabbed some time and checked out Theo and the zydeco band on Fremont Street. They rocked. Would have been kicking up some dust but was reminded by SO that I hadn’t had a beer yet, so that needed remedy. After hitting the room, unloading the goods bought, off to the races!




The Gambling Goods –
Craps for me, BJ for the shopper. Early morning cold tables had me flinching, but a run of fair luck brought me to + 100. Bought in at 300. Shopper girl got some wins, but mostly wanting to hit the strip. Strip wise, we did a thing where we would plunk a hundred down in her favorite WOF, and conjure up the spirit of Pat Sajak to be kind. Most of the time he paid off to the house. Did have fun though at Wynn, and the Venetian. Nice as hell people, and drinks were fast. Caesars’ Palace paid off with a hundred win for the both of us. Lots of fun.




Craps did me damage, but Main Street provided the most bang for the money. 20X odds kills you if you go down. But wonderful on a win! Played with a “Aunty” or older woman from Honolulu, and she kept threatening me with ‘scoldings’ if I didn’t produce a winner for her. Did a couple of times, so no beatings for me. Character #2 was found one night on the tables, a local with no teeth, longhair, and stood about 4 foot nothing. A early out shooter, and his turn came up. He talked to the bones “everybody loves you baby” – “all these people here want to be happy, so be happy, OK?” Every throw! He came up with some doozies, and won me some 450, which promptly went shopping.

Hint – if you want a secret, find a young girl who looks shy, and a newbie, that doesn’t want to throw, has 5 on the pass line. In a good way, push her too shoot. Then make a YO bet for her, yourself, and the boys. Last trip, it was a 25 dollar YO 3X in a row.

This year, a girl was on the corner with a friend, table was chopped as the sea. She tried to pass the dice, but in a nice way I prodded her to give it a go. Finally, she relented. Made a 3 way YO, and she banged it out! The dealers paid her, and she wondered WTF? The Cal guys and gals let her know what went down, and said – “More of that if you can do it again” She did. Twice more. So there is something to the legend.

Late night and late beers did some damage, but a nice cashout of night 2 for 1060 (minus the 300 buy in) was fun.

Wondered over to the Main Street only to find the tables packed. Lady shopper went to the BJ tables and I gathered a Pale Ale. Sat by the WOF dollars in the middle of the craps side. A Red, White and Blue 7’s was being hammered by a trio of guys. Drinking and having fun, he hit a 3 7’s for 800. His luck was rubbing the friends large beer belly, and press max. Funny shee-ot.

Exhausted lady shopper slept in most mornings, as I had to keep her out late. Cruising the Cal, meandering the Main Street.

WOF R,W & B 7’s caught my eye one morning, so I plunked a 20 in, for the hell of it. Up to 46, and was gonna cash out. CW brought a coffee, and I sat for more abuse, down to 26, no spins at all. Finally a spin pops up. Hit on the 1000. I had to laugh, cause I could get ahold of the shopper. Tried 3 times no cell connect. Played the 1026 down to 1000, and just as I cashed out, here she comes. We busted out laughing.





Sightseeing most days, craps at night. Shopping always. Another late night foray into craps land, and I was OK, but down a bit for me.

Did the get up thing again, packed tables, figures WTF, play somemore WOF. Damn if it don’t hit for 500 the next morning.

Wife/shopper did good on BJ, up maybe 400, over all, we probably are up a few hundred, but shopping killed that.

Craps was like the sea, ebb and flow, mostly good, but the bad went south on the fast train everytime.

The Meet –
Met up with Polotower, BigE, MarkG, and Pipette. Wonderful, friendly folks. Got a chip from the hipple experiment that will remain untouched for further generations. Thanks again, Pipette. Hope everyones journeys were smooth and safe. BigE we picked up that cam, it is a winner.





Overall –
Too fast, too fun, too furious. Some of the people were so damn nice it amazed me. Staff, dealers, all good. Shopper could do without the porn slappers. (had to keep her off of them, trying to hand the crap to me, while were are hand-in-hand down the strip) Saw most of the stuff we didn’t before, and ate all we could different spots mostly, but I will eat mostly anything. Did get freebies from the Cal, MSS so that was cool.






Till next time, Aloha.

Outta Here for 4 days

Me and the "she" are heading out 'morrow. Catching the red eye to red eye town. I got a freebie 4 night stay at The Cal for the deposits I made in November, so low fare that was available when they sent the offer, I grabbed the chance.


A little 'mood' Music?


Just getting this bloody 4 frigggin' days off earns me the damn medal of honor. No shit. Had to practically sacrifice my first born to get free from the Hotel De Heckage, ( i woulda sick called anywhose ) then the firehouse was running short, but managed to slip in between the Vacations that were already set.

Our kitchen sink faucet decided to go bleeeech on us today, so I spent all morning with that fun. ( No it doesnt leak ).... Then, yes, more fun, the gas range went kaputsville. So the Lady C is now trying to buy and get it installed as I am here at that bastion of fun, the Hotel Heck.

All my badluck is gone.

Whooo hooo.

Vegas, here We come.

Aloha.

(keep the place running in my absence, eh?)

*************

Sure you do. ( wave of the day as an added bonus )

Spittin' Caves ( 4 Zilla ) Yeah it will get ya blood goin' *wink*

4 Zilla


Fresh. Organic. ( - gasmic!) Wet.

Compliments Bruddah Neil

So I have this meeting with the Maimai's counselor, her principal, her transition to High School lady from the local Public High.

Mai's ADHD. I am used to hearing that she struggles. I am used to defending her up-beat attitude. Used to the positives of how she is not a disrespectful child. How she always volunteers to help. That she cant sit still. Disorganized. Hangs with her younger peers. Rushes thru assignments.

Yep. I am a pro at dealing with bureaucratic types. I am good at it, too. Mai didn't tell me I had a meeting yesterday at 130PM. So I get a call to go as soon as possible to a meeting at 230. I work at 4; Hotel BS. So I shower, make the meeting, as usual, attired in surfshorts, T shirt. And the 'show' begins. Theses are the programs for Sped class (of course, SPED is Special Ed) But Special Ed is a damned comment, so don't call it that, call it something else, that everyone KNOWS what it means, but make SOUND different. So 15 bale blah blahs later, I just ask what exactly is offered for a SPED student, to accelerate themselves, an get them above the level they are performing at?

Dork 1 - " That is a very good question! "

Me - ( of course it is you doofus, I knew you had no idea I would ask, it so I DID)

Dork 1 - " We ..Err, offer summer school Phys ED for the ...SPED students "

Me - " don't perceive this a wrong, but you don't offer anything that would assist them in getting out of the SPED curriculum they are in, do you...Not you specifically, but the BOE? ( board of ed )..."

Dork 1 - " Um, no. But....The summer programs fill up fast and....15 more blah blahs of blah blahs..."

Me - ( noticing the principal FALLING ASLEEP)
" So if she was enrolled at another summer school program, and took classes that the syllabus was such and such, would it transfer to credit her at K****** High? "

Dork 1 - " that's a good question...BOE to BOE school, I think so, but private to BOE, I am not sure."

Me - (exactly what, besides the rote Blah shit you are spewing, do you know? )
" Ok , Thanks. "

...Mais counselor, who does care as much as he can, reads me the usual plan of attack to get Mai up to speed...blah 15 more times ....

( Principal is now ASLEEP )

Meeting ends with handshakes, thanks, blah blah 10X over...

I grow tired of half-assed educators. You bring your kid to the firehouse, we show 'em everything we can to IGNITE knowledge. We get paid for that, yeah. But as an educator, it is your primary job.

The kid is not a trouble maker.

The kid shows up for school.

The kid has parents who care.

(granted, they work a lot.)

The kid is giving.

The kid is not disrespectful.

The kid knows the difference between right and wrong.

The kid has EMPATHY.

Educating is a great calling, 30 kids to inspire a great challenge.

Stop blaming ADHD or what ever, and INSPIRE.


First hand from a hyper/loser/gradeschool/highschool challenged/ student who had one teacher that said something, and made me believe in myself, and drove me to become smarter than I would have let myself believe.

If I had listened to the rest.

Aloha.

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Long days ahead.

Work @ hotel = Killer hours.

Firecom = Killer more hours

24 tomorrow, followed by a 8 to 4 (after getting off @ 7AM from firecom) on Easter Morning.

April 22 is looking real fine to me.

.......................Vegas, baby....................

Shoots, then.

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Have a great week of whatever makes your boat float!

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