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Call me one old fut o’woteva but is there no sense of shame nowadays?

YES anodda Tiga-gate story… I know enuff awreddy… but shoots dis my blog hah LOL

Ok I’m talking about da story that reported that 4 outta 12+/- of Tiga’s mistresses have agreed to a “beauty contest” sponsored by Howard Stern and the winna gets 100thousand dollars. Supposeably the women who have agreed say “why not?”

AND I say WTF? What does this say about our society? I’m thinking messed up. Scrupels, morals along with common sense is pretty much out the window.

Whose daughters are these? Which is why I ask, is there no sense of shame? They have parents right? Or am I assuming too much. I’m sure these are nice people. But why would people think that when they KISS & TELL and SELL the story. Well yeah its their life so whats it to me right. I should MYOB

So what would I say IF one of these women were one of my daughtas or granddaughta? PERISH da thought! Don’t get me started.

Kids/people don’t think of stuff la dat nowadays I think? OBVIOUSLY us been raised diffarent.

Cause till dis day, as makule as I may be; I still tink if I “mess up” be disrespectful whateva, if I do somting wrong la dat and any of my ELDERS, and/or Uncos or NTs find out or know; they would call me out or get da belt or da slippa. I still believe I would get licking.

I even told my kids, IF we are around NT & Unco dem don’t you dare call my cousin by his first name cause ALL of us going get licking. See my cuz is closer to their age, and when they met him they called him Unco. But my cuz told dem they didn’t need to call him Unco they could call him by his first name. So den my kids was like “what do we do?” YOU tell us one thing and he tells us another. SO I said – IT doesn’t bother me if you call him by his first name since he told you guys its ok BUT IF we are ever in front of his parents don’t you dare call him by his first name cause den we all going get licking.

How differently we/us must have been raised….. Has life changed so much, that fulling around with married people is no big deal and its ok to flaunt it/publicize it. Its ok?

I know my parents generation they take stuff/secrets to their grave. AND nowadays there are no secrets are there? Discretion is rare. Shame – what is that?

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How is Tiger Wood’s apology important? Granted he needs to apologize to his wife & mom, sponsors, co-workers, staff; you know people he really knows. Maybe its me, but I don’t get it. He does not need to apology to me. I don’t think he needs to apologize to the masses. Do you know what I mean? I mean all right awreddy he screwed around with a dozen women and then some. Do I need to hear this over and over again.

There is a war going on, people are dying; shouldn’t somebody be apologizing for stuff like that; you know death & distruction as oppose to screwing around. A plane crashed into a building and people died isn’t that more important then an “I screwed up big time” apology.

How is TW’s apology important to the everyday person like you and me? I think the news media has its priorities skewed. Its about ratings and selling stories, ain’t it. Money. Its a way for someone to make money. It doesn’t make any for me or you? Da mistresses made, will make money. They knew who they were screwing with – CHA-ching – they saw the $$$ from the get go. It was just a matter of time.

I think the news has its priorities messed up; sucking the public into believing Tiger Wood’s indiscretions are important to the everyday person. Much like reality TV – it manipulates the masses to think its all spontaneous – when in reality; if there were no TV cameras rolling it probably wouldn’t be like that. I dunno, am I jaded like that?

Its a soap opera thing huh, other peoples misery distracts us from our own?

My son asked me; “Mom if that was me, what would you do?”

I would slap him upside the head, maybe literally kick his ass. I would write the book, a story, a manuscript and he could pay me for it. I’d write it up and give it to his kids when they are older.

I felt bad for Tiger’s mom and wife. How mortifying is that?

What’s worst – a husband getting busted for screwing around with a bunch of women OR a husband busted for screwing around with another male, you know like certain politicians who come out like that.

Or for a wife to leave a husband for another woman? How great is that for a male ego.

Then there are husbands who leave their wife for another male. BUT I think the female has a much more healthy sexual ego than a male. LOL

AGAIN, how is this important to you or me? LOL

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So pau hana time and I was walking into the elevator and I got this strange feeling…

Strange as in something outta nowhere made me smile and in my mind I HEARD, “your prayers are answered.”

My first thought was “which ones?” Then I thought, shuttup why you gotta interrupt. LOL

It was the weirdest feeling. Anyway it made me laugh, thats always a good sign.

Niele minds still like know doe, which one?

I think its like ~ if I gotta ask probably I no need know. LOL

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A rebellious & violent young man, Peregirne was once a member of a street gang in this hometown of Forli, Italy. When a Servite priest (the future St Philip Benizi) came to Forli preaching peace & reconcilliation, Pergrine heckled Philip and then physically attacked him. Philip instead of stricking back, forgave his attacker.

Peregrine was so deeply moved by this act of forgiveness, that he eventually entered the Servite order himself. Peregrine spent the next fifty years ministering to the poor, the sick and the homeless of Forli. He also imposed a special penance on himself – to stand whenever it was not necessary to sit. This caused open sores to develop on one leg. The sores became cancerous and a local surgeon said that the leg would have to be amputated.

The night before the operation, Peregrine prayed before an imagine of the crucified Christ. His prayer led him into a deep trance like sleep. He envisioned Christ reaching down from the cross and touching his cancerous leg. When Peregrine awoke the next morning, he found that his leg had been healed. The cancer was gone!

Peregrine lived twenty more years. He died on May 1, 1345 at the age of eighty. He was cannonized in 1725.

A Prayer to St Peregirne for Sick Relatives & Friends

Saint Peregrine, as a humble Servant of Mary, you expereinced human weakness and the paine and suffering of sickness. Knowing that medicine and human knowledge have limits, we pray for all those involved with the medical profession that they will be a true source of healing and comfort to all people.

Like you, we also turn to God in our suffering. Just as Jesus readched out and touched you with His healing hand, we pray that the following sick person(s) will be strengthened in body and spirit and cured of their illness by Jesus Christ through your intercession.
(Here mention the name(s) of your sick relatives and friends)

In gratitude we pray for all the people of the world that they will come to know you St Peregrine, and the love that God has for each of them. Amen.

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I’ve seen bits and pieces of this show but I never really watched a whole episode. #2 was visiting and insisted we watched it so I did. Watching TV was me, #2 and Son aka Bruh.

#2: Bruh you should apply to be on this show.

Son: I would request all ethnic women and no haoles.

Me: I tawt you like haoles, how many haole girlfriends you had awreddy?

Son: Thats what I’m saying, I’m done with haole girlfriends.

Me: Ha’come?

Son: Because they ask stupid questions like “if you have chance to be with a native girl would you?” and I givem’ one honest answer – Yes. Don’t ask me questions if you can’t handle honest answers. Then they cry and get pissed off at me.

#2: Shuddup you guys. I’m trying to watch TV. So Mom, what do you think? (about da The Bachelor TV show)

Me: I tink its PILAU.

#2: Well now dat you mention it, it is pretty nasty watching a guy exchange spit with a dozen women.

Son: The producers set up the atmosphere “to fall in love” its ideal kine dates they set up.

Me: What does this guy do for a living, he can’t get dates, he’s decent looking, he just lazy and want somebody else to screen da wahines fo’him?

#2: He’s a pilot, 30something never been married?

Me: So he’s tired of screwing with Flight Attendants?

Son: Pretty much. LOL

Me: Imagine if it was a dozen Titas, how funny would dat be? OH dat would be a Jerry Springer show huh.

#2: Shuddup you guys I’m trying to watch TV. So Mom what do you think?

Me: WOT IF HE sucks at sex and she doesn’t suck at all wouldn’t that defeat the purpose?

Son: (rolling on the couch) Like I say – ONLY MY MOMS!

#2: OMG ~ OH NO you DIDN’T!

LOL

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There’s also all da ada kine ethnicities logic but if you chop suey’um all togedda den its LOCAL kine yeah.

Case in point: SAME BUT DIFFERENT
So one time me and M was trying fo’teach her DH how to play Sakura/Hanafuda right. We was showing him all da related pic-chas see da flowas, 5cent, 10 cent, 20 cent. See da stork da moon whatevas. M puttum’ all in da catagories right and we said see all dis same. SEE da same same kine. DH who is originally for East LA (odale vato?) says: “I don’t see anything that is the SAME. Same means they are exactly alike and there is nothing exactly alike.” Technicalities yeah, aysos. Me & M look at each ada, SAME BUT DIFFERENT! Plus we gotta pause fo’tink what is da HAOLE word for “same but different”? HELLO! SIMILAR! We was all proud of ourselves we figured out da haole word of da day, Similar. Yeah, they’re related like same family but different. OK, DH understood “similar.”

Anden my #2 was laughing cause her was telling me to explain the Same But Different concept to her friend. And I said “Think of two brothers that you wen “makeout” with, Same But Different.” Same family hah but still yet different. AKA NOT dat same same. LOL

My Fahdah use to say “KILL DA LITE.” Smartass child dat I wuz/am would stand next to da light switch and ack like I stay stabbing’um to death. I learned not to do dat afta da belt wen whizzing across my okole. LOL – I can laugh now, no was funny back then.

ME I say “THROWEM’ IN DA SINK.” You know like da dishes and stuff. Or like laundry, “THOWEM’ IN DA WASHA.” Perfectly correct right. My smartass kids stand at da table or where ever and ack like dey going literally throwem across da kitchen and into da sink. So I have to givem da stink eye and dey laugh and say “WOT you said throwem.” Dey neva get da belt, but I go afta dem and dey run away cause dey know if I catch dem I going PINCH.

Its not so much logic yeah, more like things get lost in da translation or maybe cause it needs translation. LOL But dats da beauty of it, ain’t it? It keeps things interesting, to say the least.

One time at my cousins house, my #1 had a plate to take home and she asked my cuz, “NT Do you have a sack?” My cuzin, Kauai girl yeah, she wen look at me wit dis big eye long neck clueless look. My #1 was looking at both of us like WTH… ANDEN da word came to me and I looked at my cuzin and yelled PACKAGE! ALL three of us just busted out laughing. Moe worst now my cuz says SACK and my daughta says PACKAGE.

Back in da day wen I first was married and still had my just off da plane Tita-accent. OMG me and DH – him from Oklahoma and me who could not talk straight English fo’save my life. Auwe, use to be too funny. Like DH is da first person to ask me what does bumbai/bumbye mean? I was like HUH? I tawt a-body knows what bumbai means, I tawt dat was English. It took a whole day to come up with one haole kine answer. Bumbai means bumbai – NOT NOW Bumbai. And da bugga could not undastand dat! I had to find haole words, and I had one real limited straight English vocabulary back in da day. Still yet now kinda chopsuey but I know moe den I use to. LOL Swear to God it took me ALL day to figure out, bumbai means LATER, bumbai as in kinda like by and by. SEE da buggah undastood Later and by&by AND so how come he no could tink it, not now bumbai. Auwe. LOL

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I always intend to write. I think it but don’t do it. Such is life with me, and maybe a major fault; thinking but not doing. Should do more and think less, I’m thinking. There I go again, thinking. LOL

I started a manuscript. I found it boring. Who would want to read it. It was more ‘notes’ of what I was thinking of writing. My thinking was going faster then my typing so I just half assly wrote bits and pieces thinking I’d go back and make some sense out of it but nope, I forgot what the train of thought of was. I’m thinking it must not of been important which is why I didn’t remember it; for surely if it was important I would remember. Right? No. LOL

Supposeably I live an interesting life. Or so I’ve been told, I’ve lived in interesting places and know a lot on interesting people and know even more interesting trivial stuff. I don’t think that necessarily makes me interesting though. Maybe thats because of the perspective. I’m jaded like that. Maybe. Or I’m too blind to see. Sometimes I can’t see whats right in front of me. It takes someone else to point things out and still it takes a while for it to register. I’m slow like that.

I use to write poetry or what I think of as poetry on a daily basis. Things use to pop into my head all the time and I filled blank books with my ramblings. It went on for years. Then one day I stopped. Don’t know why. Maybe I out grew it, maybe it was just a phase. The blank books are all packed in a box, sealed and taped up from decades ago of moving. I haven’t been able to open that box. I’m afraid to. It might reveal something I can’t handle. Like maybe I really suck at it and it was all a waste of time. Although I do know it was not truly a waste a time. It was therapy. Much like what this is. Ramblings of now, the uncluttering of craziness or the mundane.

I think I’m afraid to really write because it will reveal what I don’t want to know. OR it would reveal the ME that I don’t want anybody to see. That sounds retarded. Told you this was therapy. I think maybe I just write so I can see my thoughts and gage my “state of mind” or the lack of; or maybe I just like reading what I write even if doesn’t make sense. Later on it will make even LESS sense. So whats the point?

I think the point is I wrote. Its about the process, the act of. Why does that sound like s-e-x? LOL I think its about sex, its about the process, the act of. LOL Like I said, retarded like that. Must be a Freudian thing. I’ve always thought that I needed therapy but why would I pay a stranger to tell these things to when I can just tell my friends or write it/blog it and get feedback for free.

I really should write more. Its good for the mind, body and soul. Lord knows if anyone needs soothing of the mind, body and soul; that would be me. LOL

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I ain’t been writing much. I did an entry in here a week or two ago and don’t know what I did or didn’t do but it didn’t save and i was like “oh well neva mind.” Anden I neva come back.

I’ve been thinking about writing more then I’ve been writing. Whats the point? Um’ lazy? LOL

A few updates….

…. for the month of December my doctor decided I needed to have treatment soon as I finish a 30 day low iodine treatment. I told him ITS DECEMBER. He’s foreign and probably doesn’t do Christmas but I’m sure he knows WTH I was talking about. IF he can understand anatomy I’m sure he understands “Goodies Month.”

… the building I work in…. December is GOODIES MONTH. Literally. No joke. Everyday there is an AM treat and a PM treat. People sign up to “treat” the co-workers. So there is something for breakfast and something for pm snacks. It can be as simple as somebody bringing donuts. Or somebody cooking pancakes for everyone. One day there was chili and tamales. There are a few vegans in the building so they had vegetarian tamales; just masa and chili. It was good.

… our department (2 people with diva tendencies) just call a caterer and feed everybody a good hearty lunch. This year its LASAGNA! And pie. Banana cream, chocolate cream, chocolate peanut butter cream, apple and pumpkin. Guess who ordered? LOL

… and I’m DIETING. Its not as bad as it sounds but I think my blood work may say other wise but whatdahey…IF I’m gonna croak I’m gonna croak happy. I was doing really good with this diet bit anden I went to Oklahoma. Can you say biscuit and gravy for breakfast. It homemade so thats a good thing. Its my MIL and she uses some serious salt. Thats a bad thing. So I ate nicely, not like the glutton that I can be. But after 2 weeks plus of seriously no salt and semi vegan-ism; I ate a regular down home Oklahoma meal with the friend potatoes and what have you. I felt like my tongue swelled up, like it was itch on the sides of my tongue. Itchy tongue? WTH…

… I’ve done better then I expected. Maybe cause I’ve done this twice before. BUT never in DECEMBER. I think I’ve done relatively well. I’ve come to love egg white omelets with bean sprouts, spinach, green onions, mushrooms, and whatever else veggies. I’ve learned to enjoy my halfass veganess.

… the wierd thing about this diet, well I guess its not the diet, its the Dieter person. People have told me, “you are going to lose alot of weight.” Maybe for your regular everyday person BUT for me… that would be a NO. It has to do with no metabolism. Oh or probably cause I’ve not burned more calories then I’ve consumed. LOL

… when it comes to thyroid diseases there are two kinds. One that keeps you skinny no can gain weight. And there is one that keeps you pleasantly plump-pee-dee. I always thought if/when you get sick you loose weight. Fat chance!

… my Granddaughter cracks me up. Oh its called monkey see monkey do. I show her stuff and she copies me. She knows how to throw kiss. And it comes with sound effects because I taught it to her with sound effects. So its mooowaaa moowaaa. Its so funny. Its funny cause you tell her to do it she won’t do it. Then outta da blues she’ll just do it and its the funniest thing.

… she knows her eyes. She’ll cover both her eyes. She knows her nose. She points to her nose and her finger always ends up in it and she just be digging. I just crack up and tell her “one side going be bigga den da ada.”

… its way late and I should go to bed. I’ve been going to bed late. Waking up late. Getting to work late. WTH… Its too nice and cozy warm in the mornings to get out from under the covers.

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I’ve had these shoes since the 70’s. No no no, it just looks like it. I think it may have been late 80s. Ok could be earlier, well it also could of been later. No matter. Them suckers is old. And scraggley, beat up ugly. But its so comfortable.

I need to seriously trash them. I’ve been looking for a pair to replace them. Ain’t found one. Ain’t really looked that hard neither. *L* In denial like that.

Remember when Beatle Boots first came out and some of’um had high stacked heels? Think high school – for us anyways. LOL A vague memory. I think back in the day it was basically men shoes. Then like everything else it evolved.

I have this thing for black shoes. How many pairs of black shoes does one wahine need? Its not need, its how many can I buy.

I went to the State Capital the other day. Had on a pair of regular lace up black shoes. They are Harley Davidson. Another really comfy pair of shoes that I need to replace cause I’m a klutz and why is the toe part scrapped up. Anyways I kept setting off the metal detector. Swear to God I have no ordinance on me. Then the guard looked at my shoes and said “its your shoes.” I had to think about it for a bit but then I said “OH I think there steal toe too.” He was like nice. He didn’t ask me to hemo’um or nothing. Not like its the airport. A Harley Davidson shoe as an exploding device, come on now thats sacrilige.

I went looking for a replacement pair and either the heel is to high or they didn’t have my luau feet size or they are made way to narrow & uncomfortable. Like I said no had my luau feet size. Wide with? Wide width. Haven’t check Payless either. LOL

Need to go to the HD store and just order the exact same shoe for my lace up ones. Need to check Ebay too. Speaking of which, I’ve not been on Ebay for a long time. That reminds me I should go look see. They have some great HD things. I’m totally attention deficit though on Ebay. Always end up looking and buying something other then what I had in mind.

These shoes are so worn, its about to become holey. They look very used, too used. I keep telling myself to just trash it. But I keep telling myself I need a replacement pair first. Right? LOL

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I’ve always liked trees. Big trees. Older trees. Climbable trees. Maybe its a childhood thing…. I use to climb this one big plumeria tree and just sit there for the longest time daydreaming. I use climb up on the 5-finga tree to the highest part where you could see the roof tops. I’ve always thought….if trees could talk the stories they could tell.

At Ewa Elementary back in the day; for PE we played tree-tree. Don’t guess kids do that now days. I love the scene of the old trees talking and walking in LORD OF THE RINGS, because I’ve always thought that could happen. *L*

I think trees have a spirit. Some more then others no doubt. Much like people in a sense, ya’think. Certain trees just kind of call to you or not.

Mr. Frogtree? Why did I just think of that? LOL

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