Gotta work
Aloha.
14.6.09
Grad Party
Lots of surf; graduation party for Mai's prom date Jacob, Mom & Dad from big island visiting for the party. Busy.
Gotta work
Aloha.
Gotta work
Aloha.
7.6.09
3 minutesHike
Other day; last day of Mai's school, went on a quick jaunt up Waahila Ridge trail for and hour before picking up the daughter-kid. Chased some chickens, lapped by some dogs, both had to crap at the same time, saw bugs, chased dragons, monsters, and more bugs.
Got dirt on the new shoes (Strap me up, papa!) and dirt on the new slippers.
Saw the valley that Mai's school is at; and got drizzled on.
Off into the sunrise
I Gotta Stick!
Ah C'mon Papa!
All these things i will forget, and the days will turn to years, and the full moon wonder(!) and why birds fly? will turn to questions and feelings that I alone can not answer.
They will all grow up, move on, get scars.
They will have hearts broken and fellings challenged.
Together they will fight each other, and all those who threaten the other.
They will look up to the big sister; and the even bigger Aunty.
Fall down, stand straight, put that down, put that back.
Dont touch, wipe that off.
Who left this?
Who made this?
Who wants more?
You are welcome.
Thank you.
Blue and brown eyes flashing in the waves, and hands out stretched to gather the shore.
Be good.
Be back soon.
Be aware of all that goes on around you.
Mind your sister, she IS older than you.
You better watch them, young lady!
They did what?
Aloha.
Got dirt on the new shoes (Strap me up, papa!) and dirt on the new slippers.
Saw the valley that Mai's school is at; and got drizzled on.
Off into the sunrise
I Gotta Stick!
Ah C'mon Papa!All these things i will forget, and the days will turn to years, and the full moon wonder(!) and why birds fly? will turn to questions and feelings that I alone can not answer.
They will all grow up, move on, get scars.
They will have hearts broken and fellings challenged.
Together they will fight each other, and all those who threaten the other.
They will look up to the big sister; and the even bigger Aunty.
Fall down, stand straight, put that down, put that back.
Dont touch, wipe that off.
Who left this?
Who made this?
Who wants more?
You are welcome.
Thank you.
Blue and brown eyes flashing in the waves, and hands out stretched to gather the shore.
Be good.
Be back soon.
Be aware of all that goes on around you.
Mind your sister, she IS older than you.
You better watch them, young lady!
They did what?
Aloha.
4.6.09
Vegas Ack!
Hoo Boy!
Saw Fleetwood Mac at MGM grand arena.....THEY WERE KILLER! What a packed houseand great show.
No She Did NOT!!!
Made it through another vegas trip (holy heat shit, batfriends!)
Besides getting my ass kicked at craps and shopping, it was agood respite from the usual.
Lady C's phone crpped out as well; and that was a four hour dillemma. Met up with Little Kennys other half at Fashion Show mall at that was killer. Ate well, played shitty, and saw nephews that had moved up to Vegas. One works as security at the Palms hotel, and he had some interesting tales of celebraties and assorted creatures.
Back at thr grind now, and as they say.....
Aloha!
Saw Fleetwood Mac at MGM grand arena.....THEY WERE KILLER! What a packed houseand great show.
No She Did NOT!!!Made it through another vegas trip (holy heat shit, batfriends!)
Besides getting my ass kicked at craps and shopping, it was agood respite from the usual.
Lady C's phone crpped out as well; and that was a four hour dillemma. Met up with Little Kennys other half at Fashion Show mall at that was killer. Ate well, played shitty, and saw nephews that had moved up to Vegas. One works as security at the Palms hotel, and he had some interesting tales of celebraties and assorted creatures.
Back at thr grind now, and as they say.....
Aloha!
24.5.09
22.5.09
Soon.
Got one in. Another one going out.
Headed to vegas on Tuesday. Lady C interviews new job Tuesday. Her and the "Bear" son2, come up on Wednesday.
Hooo Boy. 2 more days Pink, 1 Fire, and vacay for me.
Headed to vegas on Tuesday. Lady C interviews new job Tuesday. Her and the "Bear" son2, come up on Wednesday.
Hooo Boy. 2 more days Pink, 1 Fire, and vacay for me.
16.5.09
Vagrant Optimisim*
* Yeah, yeah, Hunter S.
There was this one surf session not long ago. Myself and another had staked out the early morning dawnie for a surf. The surf was forecast to rise a bit, but as history has shown, the forecasters are always predicting shit, and turning out over hyping it.
The present swell, while not large, was indeed bigger than average but not consequence days surf. No doubt, just go out. We had just invaded the oceans pristine glass for less than a half and hour. Pacific blues and morning sunstreaks of gold and reds were pretty much inflating the stoke of these 2 mere beings in Neptunes playfield.
A couple of pretty good waves and I had assumed the mindset of a cocky bastard; tempting the fate of the jealous and the selfish. Again; it wasnt huge, it was well, just right, big but not survival mode.
I think I have spoken of the way the horizon looks at times. Anyway, it does this thing where the whole edge of the planet seems closer, and it is. Incoming swells tend to give the freakish illusion of that horizon line being closer. And at this time, it most certainly was. Knowing that a possible large set was looming on that ever closing horizon, I paddled with that same "Aw shit, gotta go further out, and I was so comfortable right here" bullshit fuck-wad attitude that permeates the cocksure gunslinger right before he is shot thru the head.
The first lump of ocean was now walling up well ahead of my labored pace. I increased the stroke, but good old Mom Ocean set her tides and currents right in my line so that 2 strokes gained jack-shit. Enjoy that cocky - boy I am sure she muttered under salt-fused breath. I dug harder. I crested that problem still with the attitude that I was indeed tha master of this morning, and that I was indeed infallible in my knowledge and preparation for watery combat.
Fool.
After cresting that mass of the Pacific, my eyes probably widened quite to saucer size as what I saw in front of me was on e very large, very long, wall of water, that I was no way or how going to make over, or get in front of.
I was gonna get humbled, seriously.
In the next few spasms of thought, I tried hard to relax my brain from going into total fucking fried-out mush mode and screaming for mommy. For the most part it worked. The problem was is that that small period of thought was enough to de-rail any chance of catching a real deep breath before the humbling was to begin.
Spanked good, spanked well.
The first impact of white water isnt so bad if you are in the right place; you can duck-dive and pretty much not lose ground to attempt to get to the outside of the sets/waves. Waves come in sets. Sets are series of waves, and tend to be grouped in 3,4, 5 or so. really, any amount.
This set was going to go on for awhile, but as yet I wasnt on the mailing list.
Getting pummeled in the wrong place, the wrong time, was my date. I lost ground badly, which meant for whatever next waves were coming, I was going to be in even worse position. Great.
It became a paddle, paddle, take a deep mofo breath, dive, get thrashed. Paddle, paddle, (Fuckin air, isnt there more?) dive, get thrashed. Repeat again, and again. It seemed that this barrage of waves was never ending, I was at a count of 10, and the damn horizon was still dark with ocean matter headed towards me. So much for cocky.
No way out, no where to respite. No more cocky; thats for sure. Humbled and spent, and fucking taught a lesson -
Throw it at you; paddle, breath, dive, forge on; you can master anything.
But be humble.
There was this one surf session not long ago. Myself and another had staked out the early morning dawnie for a surf. The surf was forecast to rise a bit, but as history has shown, the forecasters are always predicting shit, and turning out over hyping it.
The present swell, while not large, was indeed bigger than average but not consequence days surf. No doubt, just go out. We had just invaded the oceans pristine glass for less than a half and hour. Pacific blues and morning sunstreaks of gold and reds were pretty much inflating the stoke of these 2 mere beings in Neptunes playfield.
A couple of pretty good waves and I had assumed the mindset of a cocky bastard; tempting the fate of the jealous and the selfish. Again; it wasnt huge, it was well, just right, big but not survival mode.
I think I have spoken of the way the horizon looks at times. Anyway, it does this thing where the whole edge of the planet seems closer, and it is. Incoming swells tend to give the freakish illusion of that horizon line being closer. And at this time, it most certainly was. Knowing that a possible large set was looming on that ever closing horizon, I paddled with that same "Aw shit, gotta go further out, and I was so comfortable right here" bullshit fuck-wad attitude that permeates the cocksure gunslinger right before he is shot thru the head.
The first lump of ocean was now walling up well ahead of my labored pace. I increased the stroke, but good old Mom Ocean set her tides and currents right in my line so that 2 strokes gained jack-shit. Enjoy that cocky - boy I am sure she muttered under salt-fused breath. I dug harder. I crested that problem still with the attitude that I was indeed tha master of this morning, and that I was indeed infallible in my knowledge and preparation for watery combat.
Fool.
After cresting that mass of the Pacific, my eyes probably widened quite to saucer size as what I saw in front of me was on e very large, very long, wall of water, that I was no way or how going to make over, or get in front of.
I was gonna get humbled, seriously.
In the next few spasms of thought, I tried hard to relax my brain from going into total fucking fried-out mush mode and screaming for mommy. For the most part it worked. The problem was is that that small period of thought was enough to de-rail any chance of catching a real deep breath before the humbling was to begin.
Spanked good, spanked well.
The first impact of white water isnt so bad if you are in the right place; you can duck-dive and pretty much not lose ground to attempt to get to the outside of the sets/waves. Waves come in sets. Sets are series of waves, and tend to be grouped in 3,4, 5 or so. really, any amount.
This set was going to go on for awhile, but as yet I wasnt on the mailing list.
Getting pummeled in the wrong place, the wrong time, was my date. I lost ground badly, which meant for whatever next waves were coming, I was going to be in even worse position. Great.
It became a paddle, paddle, take a deep mofo breath, dive, get thrashed. Paddle, paddle, (Fuckin air, isnt there more?) dive, get thrashed. Repeat again, and again. It seemed that this barrage of waves was never ending, I was at a count of 10, and the damn horizon was still dark with ocean matter headed towards me. So much for cocky.
No way out, no where to respite. No more cocky; thats for sure. Humbled and spent, and fucking taught a lesson -
Throw it at you; paddle, breath, dive, forge on; you can master anything.
But be humble.
14.5.09
A billion hours to go....
Heart warming family photo....Prolly what my MIL thinks of me and hers up-coming trip to Vegas
MIL & BIL
We have till 26th to not lose my mind with work. On duty Sunday (17th) work every day up to Kaleo's 3rd B-day (!!!!!!!) on the 24th.
Water.
Need water.
So thirsty.
MIL & BILWe have till 26th to not lose my mind with work. On duty Sunday (17th) work every day up to Kaleo's 3rd B-day (!!!!!!!) on the 24th.
Water.
Need water.
So thirsty.
7.5.09
Sensational Shoes
The grandkeiki have colds. Not swinefluish; but colds none the less. It is a funny thing to watch whirling dervishes slow to a lava flow crawl. Although the mass destruction of the islands has been put on hold, the tag team combination of thing1 and thing2 still manage a respectible amount of vehicular dings and dongs on each other and the rest of us.
The magical thing about colds is how they take the whole caffine high of childhood and turn them into slow growing mold. They had a couple of days out in the high heat of early summer; at the beach and at the backyard playground. Sunscreened and watered down; they still do a pretty good impression of lobster. Not a complaint from them, as heavy slatherings of Aloe lotion (the BEST damn stuff when sunburnt; I do say) cooled the 2 off apres bath.
There is something to be said of childhood in Hawaii. Well, there are probably alot of things, but I'll stick to some of the things that ran thru my noggin when they were in mellow mode. The sensation of barefeet; wandering around and about through the thorns of Kiawe Trees, the enveloping crush of those same piggies wading in hot sand ever destined for the cool blue Pacific. The squeak of wet barefeet on ceramic floors; the infernal yell from adults that comes from wetting tiles.
Hot asphalt. The hummingbird like dance that is done to get across hot asphalt.
Vana. Vana is sea urchin. Sea Urchin thorns get embeded in your flesh below the surface. You get to go home and dig them out. Or you can have some one pee on your feet. (Bullshit; it doesnt work, it still gotta be dug out) *IDEA! New torture technique! ... Off track, again.
Any way, the sensational shoes permant to the legs of the 2 went with the old guy for a walk around the block, and sick or not, tired and hot, they still make me so glad to be with them. The world view from 2 feet nothing is so simple, beautiful and strange. Huge; closeted and immense. Just add some water.
And watch the flowers grow.
Aloha.
The magical thing about colds is how they take the whole caffine high of childhood and turn them into slow growing mold. They had a couple of days out in the high heat of early summer; at the beach and at the backyard playground. Sunscreened and watered down; they still do a pretty good impression of lobster. Not a complaint from them, as heavy slatherings of Aloe lotion (the BEST damn stuff when sunburnt; I do say) cooled the 2 off apres bath.
There is something to be said of childhood in Hawaii. Well, there are probably alot of things, but I'll stick to some of the things that ran thru my noggin when they were in mellow mode. The sensation of barefeet; wandering around and about through the thorns of Kiawe Trees, the enveloping crush of those same piggies wading in hot sand ever destined for the cool blue Pacific. The squeak of wet barefeet on ceramic floors; the infernal yell from adults that comes from wetting tiles.
Hot asphalt. The hummingbird like dance that is done to get across hot asphalt.
Vana. Vana is sea urchin. Sea Urchin thorns get embeded in your flesh below the surface. You get to go home and dig them out. Or you can have some one pee on your feet. (Bullshit; it doesnt work, it still gotta be dug out) *IDEA! New torture technique! ... Off track, again.
Any way, the sensational shoes permant to the legs of the 2 went with the old guy for a walk around the block, and sick or not, tired and hot, they still make me so glad to be with them. The world view from 2 feet nothing is so simple, beautiful and strange. Huge; closeted and immense. Just add some water.
And watch the flowers grow.
Aloha.
30.4.09
Surftime Returns
Ahhhh. 3 hour surf at C-Dub. Good to get out and blast a few walls of water.
Replenished.
Replenished.
29.4.09
20.4.09
Just a WTF kinda daze
As the 'luxury collection' propaganda fizzles away like the petals of a dried out plumeria leaf lei, too long worn in the hot sun, so does the facts and figures of the dumbest remodel in the history of Hotels.
It isnt like the damn place wasnt making any kala (monies) it isnt like the staff was a bunch of swine, nor were the REPEAT guests upset or unsatisified. What feeble East Coast mind perpetuated a myth of 'make something REALLLLLLLLLLLY exclusive (ie: Reallllllllllllllllly frikkin expensive)and we'll make money!
Not.
Going from 300 or 400 covers on a busy night in the restaurant to.......80 and 3 or 4K in bizzzeness from 12 or 13K....something isnt working, is it?
But.....obviously when egos the size of Manhattan are involved, apparently any loss amount is OK as long as......you are exclusive.
What is the purpose of being empty? Sure aint helping the economy, Jones. Yes, Smith it is; we are prohibiting the gutter rats from loitering on the property. We dont want those heathens that spent their hard-earned money waltzing around with the avant-garde, do we? Why no, Smith, we do not. Yes, Jones, you see, it isnt the aloha spirit we want them to experience, it is the sounds of empty wallets clashing into their very own bones as they leave that we want them to endure.
Tards!
Man alive, I tell ya; it never ceases to amaze me the lengths that the luna (managers, boss man) will go to in order to promote their own infalted self worth. It is so disheartening to see the very real, very obvious insincere way they speak, it is like hearing 'Pink Floyds' "Wish You Were Here" - (cause they AINT) in your head over and over. The shit is getting old; fast.
Shit you not; quitting after 27 years is loooooooking pretty smooth.
Aloha.
Rant over, BTW.
It isnt like the damn place wasnt making any kala (monies) it isnt like the staff was a bunch of swine, nor were the REPEAT guests upset or unsatisified. What feeble East Coast mind perpetuated a myth of 'make something REALLLLLLLLLLLY exclusive (ie: Reallllllllllllllllly frikkin expensive)and we'll make money!
Not.
Going from 300 or 400 covers on a busy night in the restaurant to.......80 and 3 or 4K in bizzzeness from 12 or 13K....something isnt working, is it?
But.....obviously when egos the size of Manhattan are involved, apparently any loss amount is OK as long as......you are exclusive.
What is the purpose of being empty? Sure aint helping the economy, Jones. Yes, Smith it is; we are prohibiting the gutter rats from loitering on the property. We dont want those heathens that spent their hard-earned money waltzing around with the avant-garde, do we? Why no, Smith, we do not. Yes, Jones, you see, it isnt the aloha spirit we want them to experience, it is the sounds of empty wallets clashing into their very own bones as they leave that we want them to endure.
Tards!
Man alive, I tell ya; it never ceases to amaze me the lengths that the luna (managers, boss man) will go to in order to promote their own infalted self worth. It is so disheartening to see the very real, very obvious insincere way they speak, it is like hearing 'Pink Floyds' "Wish You Were Here" - (cause they AINT) in your head over and over. The shit is getting old; fast.
Shit you not; quitting after 27 years is loooooooking pretty smooth.
Aloha.
Rant over, BTW.
10.4.09
I dont know why...
..but this really struck me as funny.
Calamities Of Nature
Putzing along; things re-model and things go strange. Things amass and amiss.
...and work, O work; you catuerize my wounds.
Aloha.
Is it May 26th yet?
No, it is not.
Oh well.
Calamities Of NaturePutzing along; things re-model and things go strange. Things amass and amiss.
...and work, O work; you catuerize my wounds.
Aloha.
Is it May 26th yet?
No, it is not.
Oh well.
5.4.09
Da Prom Nite
Mai had her prom the same night that Korea decided to throw up a missle.
I kinda see a connection there.
Jacob was her date and a father could not ask for a kinder, classier gent to takehis daughter on Prom Night.
Aloha!
I kinda see a connection there.
Jacob was her date and a father could not ask for a kinder, classier gent to takehis daughter on Prom Night.
Aloha!
28.3.09
Hopefully, Little Kenny launced as well.
I have no idea why the pix are so damn huge now, but once I have some semblance of life back, I'll figure it out.
Just over 1.5K spent and about 120 hours of work time.
But its getting there.
Hope ya made it home LK!
Just over 1.5K spent and about 120 hours of work time.
But its getting there.
Hope ya made it home LK!
14.3.09
Come on baby lets go downtown.
Its In!
Ok. Basatrds in, and she didnt go without a fight. of course being a resolute MFer she had to. isnt that what all resolute MFers do? Nah. Nah. Well half a nah and a whole WTF?.
Kohnster; my dear bro from FIRE came and led )the doofi, me) thru the in and out of how the fuck not to fuck up the plumbing.
If not for him, I'd be opening boxes and screaming to jehosaphatz - 'ya prick'!
We got the bastard in - 60" wide - space open? - 61". Not much lee way there. Mark.
But by trial and tribulation, the bastard was gently (forced like a mother) placed in.
Got the old 30 + years plumbing out, and sweated and put the new guts of the shower in.
Fuckin' thanks Kohnster; I owe you a wave or 2.
Ok. Basatrds in, and she didnt go without a fight. of course being a resolute MFer she had to. isnt that what all resolute MFers do? Nah. Nah. Well half a nah and a whole WTF?.
Kohnster; my dear bro from FIRE came and led )the doofi, me) thru the in and out of how the fuck not to fuck up the plumbing.
If not for him, I'd be opening boxes and screaming to jehosaphatz - 'ya prick'!
We got the bastard in - 60" wide - space open? - 61". Not much lee way there. Mark.
But by trial and tribulation, the bastard was gently (forced like a mother) placed in.
Got the old 30 + years plumbing out, and sweated and put the new guts of the shower in.
Fuckin' thanks Kohnster; I owe you a wave or 2.
10.3.09
More power and stuff
All day slave-ism for me, it is OK, tho' made Noodles for dinner for the troops. Kaleo is whining a whole bunch, but as they say - Life or a resonable facsimile - goes on!
Aloha!
Aloha!
8.3.09
Electricity and Sink
Kohnster came and assited the remodelling-challenged with adding a outlet for the jacuzzi tub.
He didnt electrocute me. Nor I him, altho' I did kinda try. I guess in a sense I did; since he is getting a vasectomy on Tuesday. Where the getting nutered fell in with this, I have no idea. Then again, there is reason for everything I 'magine.
Got a really good deal on a bath room sink - 50 bucks off craigslist (again!) for a Kohler Sink valued at $150 - $175, so thats a score I reckon. Ordered a behind the lua (toilet) storage thingy made of recycled glass and faux bamboo, for the kiddo to throw things on the floor around.
Last week at FIRE we got our annual statement of vacation and sick leave taken.
Besides the time off from the wonderful moped incident, I took a grand total of .....
1 day vacation last year.
When we went to Vegas last year I swapped one day with another guy, and had to call in sick as we had guys on vacation already, and I had booked the trip, so call in sick was all I could do. I dont like to call in sick, if I aint, some twisted dedication and all that BS, I guess, good old company dweeble. Me.
I'm not bitching, just sayin' I am plodding along with the bathroom, so we will see, wont we?
Aloha!
Here's a link to tsome TV coverage of The Pink Grand Re-opening Gala
He didnt electrocute me. Nor I him, altho' I did kinda try. I guess in a sense I did; since he is getting a vasectomy on Tuesday. Where the getting nutered fell in with this, I have no idea. Then again, there is reason for everything I 'magine.
Got a really good deal on a bath room sink - 50 bucks off craigslist (again!) for a Kohler Sink valued at $150 - $175, so thats a score I reckon. Ordered a behind the lua (toilet) storage thingy made of recycled glass and faux bamboo, for the kiddo to throw things on the floor around.
Last week at FIRE we got our annual statement of vacation and sick leave taken.
Besides the time off from the wonderful moped incident, I took a grand total of .....
1 day vacation last year.
When we went to Vegas last year I swapped one day with another guy, and had to call in sick as we had guys on vacation already, and I had booked the trip, so call in sick was all I could do. I dont like to call in sick, if I aint, some twisted dedication and all that BS, I guess, good old company dweeble. Me.
I'm not bitching, just sayin' I am plodding along with the bathroom, so we will see, wont we?
Aloha!
Here's a link to tsome TV coverage of The Pink Grand Re-opening Gala
3.3.09
Handy Manny figures his shit out
So I got the stuff in right. Now all I gotta do is hook up electrical, and plumbing, and tile, and sink, toilet, floor......
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